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“This is a rimming stool, but it‟s good for cock sucking too.” He sat down on it, his thighs wide apart, and pointed at the floor between them. “Get on your hands and knees, boy.”
    Angel obeyed without question. He wanted desperately to learn how to please a man. More than anything he wanted to please this particular man, who both frightened and fascinated him. On his hands and knees, he waited for instructions, looking up expectantly into the beautiful blue eyes.
    “Take my cock in your mouth.”
    Angel reached out to grasp the thick cock, already stiff and jutting out.
    “I didn‟t say touch it!” Angel flinched. “Keep your hands and knees firmly on the floor.”
    “Sorry, Sir.” Angel edged forward and, with his lips, reached for Sir‟s cock.
    Between his thighs, his own cock, which had been growing hard, fell limp at Sir‟s raised voice.
    “I‟ll help you.” Sir lifted his cock. Angel opened his mouth wide and felt the long, smooth length of flesh fill his mouth. When he thought his mouth was full and tried to begin sucking, Sir grabbed the back of Angel‟s head, pulling it forward and pushing his cock in farther until the tip bumped against the back of Angel‟s throat, cutting off his air.
    Panicked and thinking he was about to choke, Angel struggled to maintain his position, his fingers curling, clawing at the hardwood floor beneath them. His back rounded up like a cat when it‟s afraid or angry. He wanted to bring up his hands to push the cock out of his mouth, but he didn‟t dare.
    Slowly Sir drew back, sliding his cock out, allowing Angel to take a long breath. “Good boy,” he said. “Good boy.”
    Angel looked up at him with utter gratitude at his approval.
    “Now start again.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    This time Angel was ready. Opening his mouth wide, he took the cock inside, drawing it in deep against his throat, sucking and sucking. The long, thick shaft was smooth against his tongue. It tasted clean and slightly salty when the precum began to ooze out.
    Sir moaned from deep in his chest, making Angel want to look up into his face to see the effect he was having. But the only thing he could see was the dark blond, curly pubic hair in front of his eyes and the flat, muscled belly above it. For a long time he sucked, until his jaw began to ache and he marveled at Sir‟s ability to hold back his climax.
    Without his being aware of the moment it actually happened, his reality became the hardness of the floor beneath his hands and knees and the bright light overhead, which he wished could be turned lower. He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn‟t want to miss anything. The most important thing in his world became the cock filling his mouth and the smell of Sir‟s sweat. All his senses were concentrated in his mouth and nose.
    When the gush of warm fluids shot into his throat, he was ready and swallowed its warm saltiness with more gratitude than he would have believed possible. Sir grabbed the back of his head again, pressing his cock in tighter, making it impossible to breathe for several seconds. Angel waited, hoping he had pleased him.
    The cock slid out of his mouth. He took a long breath and looked up. Sir‟s eyes were half-closed and faraway. His chest gleamed with sweat. Angel began to rise up onto his knees. He wanted to press his face into Sir‟s smooth chest, to mouth his nipples and wrap his arms around him. When Sir pushed him back down on the floor, he knew he should have asked permission first and was mortified to have done something wrong.
    “When you are in this room, you will not move without my permission.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    The corner of Sir‟s mouth tilted, and he brought his hands down under Angel‟s armpits to lift him up to a kneeling position. Sir looked at him, tracing the shape of Angel‟s nose and mouth with his fingertip. “Pretty boy. Such a sweet rosebud mouth and delicate nose. Are you still hungry?”
    Angel shook his head. He wanted to be brave