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the arm, turning him to face the tiled
    wall. He slapped the palm of his hand against Angel‟s buttocks and began to wash
    him. “Bloody hell, this stuff smells like a whore‟s bedroom.”
    Angel giggled. “It‟s strawberry-and-kiwi scented.”
    “It‟s not manly.”
    Kael soaped between Angel‟s buttocks, probing the boy‟s rectum with his
    forefinger. Angel moaned, but Kael carried on washing him, soaping his thighs with
    his big hands. He turned him around, poured more gel into his palm, and washed
    Angel‟s cock and balls. The boy had an erection before he began, and Kael‟s well-
    lubricated hand running up and down his shaft was too much for him. With an
    openmouthed cry, he came for the second time without permission, his legs
    quivering, hands clutching at Kael‟s waist.
    “I need to teach you to control that,” Kael told him, but that wasn‟t likely to
    happen. What was wrong with him? He was acting as if he had a future with the
    boy, when the truth was that Angel‟s time was running out every second.
    Kael let him recover, amused at how easily the boy spilled his load. He took a
    sponge and began washing the rest of Angel‟s body, his mind in two places as he
    worked: the sensual enjoyment of the moment and what had to happen next. He
    was not often or easily confused, but he could not reconcile his enjoyment of the
    boy—not just his body, but his youthful sweetness and trust—against what must
    happen next. He could not look Angel in the eyes when he did it.
    When he was happy with his work, he tossed the sponge at Angel. “Now me.
    Start with my feet.”
    “Yes, Sir, Daddy.”
    Angel poured the fruit-scented gel onto the sponge and dropped to his knees.
    He scrubbed Kael‟s feet and began to work his way up his legs. Kael stood with his

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    feet apart, looking down at the boy, who worked with a serious look on his face as if
    this were the most important task of his life.
    When Angel reached his cock, he dropped the sponge and did what Kael had
    done. He poured gel into his palms and carefully, lovingly soaped Kael‟s cock and
    balls. The water running continuously rinsed off the soap, and Angel took the thick
    cock into his mouth.
    Kael grabbed a handful of Angel‟s hair, yanking his head back. The cock slid
    out of Angel‟s mouth, and he looked up, shocked, as water poured over his face.
    “Ask.”
    A moment of uncertainty washed over Angel‟s face before he understood. “May
    I suck your cock, Daddy?”
    “Suck it,” Kael answered.
    When Angel opened his mouth, Kael thrust his hips hard while holding the
    back of Angel‟s head. The sensation of his thick organ sliding into the boy‟s mouth
    until it bumped against his throat was so intense he allowed his climax to ride over
    him at once. He didn‟t have time to wait anyway. As his sperm flooded the boy‟s
    mouth, Angel coughed in surprise. Kael pulled back, watching him. The whole thing
    had taken no more than ten seconds. Angel looked up at him. “Sorry, Daddy.”
    “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
    “No, Sir, I‟ve never done anything,” he admitted. “I didn‟t expect your stuff to
    come out so quick.”
    “Get finished,” Kael told him. Angel stood up and took the sponge to continue
    bathing him.

    * * *
    They dressed quickly. Kael put his black trousers back on with his black

    round-neck sweater. He fitted his shoulder holster and gun, then pulled on his black
    jacket. Glancing up, he found Angel immobilized, watching him.
    “Sir, you look like you‟re in a spy movie.” He pointed. “The shoulder holster.”
    “Get dressed, boy.” Kael sat on the edge of a chair pulling on his black socks
    and shoes as he watched Angel dress in tight dark denims and a leather zip-up vest.
    “You‟re almost dressed for an S and M bar. You just need leather chaps.”
    “Like my boots?” Angel held up a pair of German paratrooper boots, so shiny
    they gleamed.
    “Perfect.” Kael smiled. “How