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him.
    “And don‟t call me Daddy anymore. I allowed that while I was fucking you, but
    now things are different. Call me Sir and obey me.”
    “Yes, Sir,” Angel said very quietly. The slight quiver of his chin proved his
    disappointment, and the look in his eyes showed some small fear.
    “Coke will rot your insides.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Excellent. If he’s a little afraid, he’ll be more likely to obey me.
    Angel reached up a hand and touched Kael‟s cheek, stroking it with his fingers
    in a conciliatory gesture. Kael was instantly aroused by the soft touch.
    The steward brought their drinks, and Kael downed his in one shot and
    handed the glass back. Angel put his juice into the cup holder. When the steward
    had left the cabin, Kael glanced around. The seats to their immediate left were
    empty, the nearest passengers several seats behind.
    It was the middle of the night, and the cabin lights were turned low. Kael
    unzipped his trousers and took Angel‟s hand, pushing it inside his underwear. “Rub
    my cock,” he told him in a low voice.
    Angel leaned his head on Kael‟s chest and sighed, seeming utterly content.
    Kael wrapped his arm around the boy‟s shoulders, already catching his breath as
    the warm fingers grasped his hard shaft and began a slow massage up and down. A
    low moan escaped Kael, and he bit his lip in an attempt not to draw attention to
    them.

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    With his head resting back against the seat, Kael closed his eyes, the only
    reality in that moment being Angel‟s hand on his cock. What would happen when
    they arrived in London remained to be seen; all that mattered just then was his
    steady progress toward orgasm. As his stomach muscles tightened in anticipation,
    he felt around on the empty seat to his left for the discarded napkin and covered
    Angel‟s hand with it. When he felt Angel sliding his head down toward his crotch,
    he grabbed him by his hair, pulling the boy‟s head back.
    “Let‟s not be too obvious. There‟ll be plenty of opportunity for you to learn how
    to suck a cock properly.”
    He looked down, meeting Angel‟s eyes, noticing again how beautiful they were.
    Angel opened his mouth, waiting, a look of innocent longing on his face. Kael rarely
    kissed anyone. His mum was lucky to get a peck on the cheek. There was something
    about kissing that was too intimate, especially during sex. Kissing took sex to
    another level of emotion that he never wanted to reach. He pressed his forehead to
    Angel‟s but did not kiss him, and allowed his pleasure to rise up and spill over,
    breathing hard, biting back the moans that wanted to escape but had to be
    suppressed.
    Afterward they sat for a long time, not speaking. It was only when the steward
    returned that Kael pulled Angel‟s hand from inside his underwear and zipped
    himself up. When he tipped the boy‟s chin up to look at him, he saw Angel was fast
    asleep.
    The steward looked wistful. “He‟s a lucky boy.”
    Kael took a fleeting look at the man‟s crotch, which bulged slightly. He could
    have the bloke in the toilets any time he wanted. He looked down at the top of
    Angel‟s blond head and felt perfectly content, not wanting anyone just then.
    “Can I get you anything, sir? Anything at all.” He looked hopeful.
    “No, thank you. I‟m good, but perhaps another time,” Kael said and waited
    until he left.
    Awkwardly, because he did not want to disturb Angel, he took his book and
    pen from his inside pocket. For an instant Misha‟s happy face filled his
    consciousness, followed quickly by the last time he had seen her, with her dark hair
    floating around her head as she went under, the water turning red with her blood.
    He began to write.

    I was standing out on the balcony of the tenements where we lived. It was
    nighttime, but I could see the courtyard four floors below because it was well lit,
    supposedly to reduce crime. My mum’s boyfriend, Gary Burke, was beating her up,
    not for the