Free Angel and the Assassin by Fyn Alexander Page A

looking around the dungeon, wondering what is going to happen next.” Angel nodded. Daddy was right. “When you wear a hood, you can see nothing. So there‟s one distraction eliminated. This hood will not completely remove your ability to hear, but it will muffle it. There are sounds in the room you don‟t notice most of the time. Me moving around. The toilet tank filling. The heat coming on and going off. All these sounds can distract you.
    When you wear a hood, you lose some of your senses, which gives you the opportunity to concentrate on others, like your sense of touch. What you feel will be magnified.”
    “I understand, Daddy.” He wanted so desperately to be brave.
    “Then there is the element of surprise, which always enhances pleasure. You won‟t know what is coming next because you won‟t see it. Do you see how satisfying that can be?”
    Angel gazed into his face, overwhelmed with longing. “Yes, Daddy.”
    “You can still speak to me. There is nothing to prevent you from speaking, and I will listen, I promise you. I will do nothing that you can‟t handle. Trust me to take care of you. Are you ready?”
    All the fear drained out of Angel, and he felt at peace and ready to give himself completely without further protest. “Yes, Daddy.”
    “Good boy. Give me a word.”
    “Green.”
    The hood rolled down over his head like satin, encompassing his skull and laying soft over his cheeks and forehead. His breath caught, and he panted a little, but as promised his nose and mouth remained free. The hood covered his eyes, blocking out not only sight, but every scrap of light perception. Angel sank into the most compelling darkness he had ever experienced. His eyes remained open, yet he saw nothing. He could still hear, but the sound was muffled. The smell of soft leather filled his nostrils. With one finger Daddy traced the edge of the hood where it swept up over the bridge of his nose and down to cover both cheeks. Then he pressed the tip of his index finger to Angel‟s lips, and Angel kissed it.
    “How does that feel, boy?”
    “It‟s fine, Daddy. I‟m okay, Sir.”
    “Good boy.”
    Angel felt all the remaining tension leave his body at the words. He wanted to hear those words. He wanted to hear them over and over, and he thought he would do anything to ensure that.
    As he lay completely still, unable to see, he sensed Daddy between his thighs.
    Little bits of barely recognizable sound became recognizable when he concentrated.
    The opening of a jar or bottle. A squishing sound that seemed to involve something gelatinous.
    His cock rose instantly when Daddy‟s slippery fingers began massaging his perineum and sliding toward his anus. Without warning two fingers slid into his rectum and turned in a slow circle, then back again, tugging and stretching at the muscle, working it loose. Daddy continued to gently but firmly massage the inside of the anal sphincter until it loosened and became pliable. Angel felt himself stretched wider.
    “Daddy, please talk to me. Tell me what you‟re doing.”
    4“All right, boy. I‟ve got four fingers up your arse now, and I‟m going to keep pushing, gently, until my whole hand is in there, up to the wrist, which is probably enough for your first time.”
    Daddy kept up a slow but relentless pressure, pushing and retreating alternately, going in deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time. Angel felt stretched to bursting. The muscles in his belly tightened into thin cords, he opened his mouth wide, and a long moan filled the air around him.
    “That‟s my boy. Let it out.” Daddy‟s words soothed his burning anus and quelled his apprehension. Angel pulled on the restraints, but not to free himself; he no longer wanted to be released. This time he did it for support. Daddy‟s hand slid in deeper. “That‟s Daddy‟s boy. Show me what you‟re made of.”
    Determined to live up to Sir‟s belief in his capability, Angel stretched his thighs wider, accommodating the