Date: Mon, 6 Jan 2020 19:48:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Karl Stuttgard Subject: Angel - Part 5 Hello, this is my first fiction posted here, so please, be understanding. The warnings are the usual. The characters and events in the story are completely fictional and have no relations to real people and/or facts. The plot depicts sexual acts between between underage males, and between underage and adult males, sometimes not consensual, and there is violence. It's pure fantasy, and I don't approve nor encourage similar behaviour in real life. If you dislike that stuff, or if it's illegal to read it in your country, please quit reading now! Otherwise, have fun! ANGEL - 5 "Ohhhhh...." That one simple word, uttered by Colin on the other side of the room, expressed all the young man's amazement, admiration and adoration far better than a hour-long speech. Angel grinned. After slamming Kurt's head down again for good measure, leaving the old man in a daze, he walked to his friend, who was opening his mouth again, clearly trying to think of something cool to say. "Yeah Yeahhh" the blondie chuckled, nonchalantly waving his hand. "I already know how exceptional I am!" Colin giggled. "Well... then... should I skip the compliments and get straight to the thanks?" The meaning of that question was not lost on Angel, who kept smiling but with a more serious face, staring intensely at the taller guy. "I already knew you're very straightforward.... But did never realize how bold you can be." "I never realized that, too, before meeting you." The other looked at his protector with equal intensity, and for a few very long seconds neither spoke; yet, in those short moments, many meaningful messages were exchanged between that pain of crystal blue eyes and the dark ones. The silence was broken by a groan from the floor. "I have a deja-vu feeling." Angel huffed, looking at Kurt in disgust. Then he turned to his friend again. "We have to talk... But I need to complete your Old Man's.... training first." He winked, and the other snickered. "I can't wait to see it." Colin said. Angel patted his shoulder. "Just a warning beforehand..." The other looked at him in puzzlement. "You could find the next part of the training.... Errrr.... Well, a little weird." the blondie said. "Weirder than what I just witnessed?" the darkhaired guy exclaimed, widening his eyes. "Probably." "What do you -- " "Just watch!" Angel showed a nasty smirk. "But don't intervene, okay? And don't speak. Until I allow you to, of course. And I assure you that you'll enjoy a nice show.... And you'll love the results." There was something in the small teen's voice, that caused Colin to believe him and follow his instructions... Or were they orders? The older one wondered for a moment about that, but decided to follow them, in any case, at least at the moment. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten so much fun, or had felt so much happy, finding himself unexpectedly freed from his father's cruel dominance! When Colin nodded and went back to his seat without a word, Angel smiled, then walked back to his enemy, who once more was fully woken up by the blondie's foot, this time with a stinging slap on his face. Kurt groaned, sitting up and massaging his hurt cheek. The fallen bully instinctively started to cuss and protest, but the sight of Angel staring down to him sternly made him remember the predicament he was in, and he gulped, cringing in fear, crawling backward until he collided with the wall. That was the reaction Angel was expecting and hoping for, and his crooked grin reappeared. *The fly is in the spider's net!* he thought. "Stand up!" the blondie ordered. Kurt started to beg: "Pl-please..." "HA!" "Ouccch!" Kurt gave a strangled cry, and jumped to his feet. The kick on his shoulder had been so painful, that his arm went numb for some moments. He stared in sheer terror at his tormentor... and when he glanced down to the latter's feet, his fear increased. Angel noticed that, and laughed. "Very well, you worm! I see you're now scared of your Master's feet... That's exactly how things should be. Now, LISTEN!" He stomped one foot, making Kurt flinch and gasp. "Because if you force me to repeat myself a third time, you'll regret it dearly." Kurt stood frozen in place. After a moment, the blondie continued: "Now, let's start again the explanation about the new rules you must abide to. About having to obey me and never, never, NEVER doing or saying anything mean to Colin, have you understood that part?" "Yes." was the answer. Angel arched an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Yes... What?" The other stared at him dumbly. "WA-TAA!" "Mmmmpfffthhhgrrrmmmph!" Kurt clutched his chin, after it had been hit from below by the blondie's crescent kick. The blow had been executed so abruptly and fast that, nevermind trying to avoid it, the older man hadn't managed to see it coming before it reached its target. Thinking about it, that could be said about almost all of Angel's moves. That concept scared Kurt; the once arrogant thug was realizing that he had fallen into the clutches of a far more powerful individual, who was able to toy and inflict pain on hima t his leisure, with no chances for his much weaker opponent to retaliate! And now, the source of Kurt's pain was speaking again. "You're a very slow learner, punk! Use those few gray cell you have, and tell me: since you must obey me without arguing or complaining, that logically mean you are my...?" The older guy cringed even more intensely than earlier. He knew what the answer was supposed to be, but he was too horrified to voice it. However, three warning taps on the floor by one of those red-socked extremities scared him enough to force that word out of his lips. "Slave..." Angel nodded. "Good boy. Then, you surely know how you must address me from now on, don't you?" He tapped one foot again. Kurt gulped and squeaked: "Yes, Master!" Angel smirked, feeling very pleased... not by his victim's answer, but by Colin's shocked gasp which came from the opposite side of the room. Then the blondie said: "Okay, slave. If you're nice and obedient, I could consider to call you with your name, at least most of the time... but you must never forget your position, lest you want to suffer for your mistake! Understood?" "Yes, Master!" Kurt shouted, going stiff, and he nearly performed the military salute. (That elicited another muffled chuckle from a corner of the gym, but he was too terrified to care.) "Good." Angel grinned cockily. "Now, for your first order..." He stomped one foot. "Suck my feet!" "WHAT?" Kurt cried, shocked. "No, pl-" "HEEEEYAAAAAHHHHH!" "Uh!" As usual, Angel's move had been so fast, that his target had had no time to notice the leg raising, making a circle in the air and bringing a hard sole in contact with the older man's face, that was slapped to the side. "Since you're apparently too dumb to understand even a simple concept by yourself..." Now Angel's voice was a freezing-cold hiss. "I'll have to explain it clearly. KYA!" "Oooffff!" Kurt bent, clutching his belly button after it had been hit by his opponent's toes. "The word NO is FORBIDDEN! HET-HEHA!" "Erk!" The roundhouse kick had brought the flat of the blondie's foot to collide with Kurt's ribs. The bigger guy stumbled forwards, and Angel took that chance to seize him by one shoulder, and pull him to the center of the room. Then the blondie started to bounce from foot to foot. "It seems the new rules need some enforcement, otherwise you wouldn't fully understand your new position! So..." He bent his legs, ready to attack, grinning ferociously. "The second lesson is starting!" Kurt went white in terror. He looked toward the door and made a step... "KIIIAAAIIIIIIIII!" Angel jumped forward, somersaulting in the air, then both his soles slammed into Kurt's back, giving the older man the feeling of being hit by a cannonball, and propelling him to roll onto the floor. The thug slammed on the wall beside the door so hard, that he lay dazed against it. A moment later, before each of his wrists was seized by a thin yet powerful hand. "Mmmh, what should I use..." his captor mused, while pulling him up, like if he was handling a toddler rather than a big construction worker. When the taller guy got in a standing position, albeit supported by the other's arms, he looked down, and his blurry vision showed him Angel's face lightening up. The blondie had made his choice, and happily said: "Yes, Tomoe nage will do it!" Kurt had barely time to wonder what a "Tomoe Nage" was, before the front of his shirt was grabbed, and Angel let himself fall backward. The bigger man, who was already barely standing due to his dizziness, got easily unbalanced by his foe's weight, but while stumbling forward, he felt a socked sole applying a strong pressure onto his waist. "AAH-HOPPP!" The defeated bully groaned in discomfort, when he was helplessly flipped over the blond teen's body, and crashed with his back onto the floor. "Ooooffff!" Angel jumped up after that. "Get up!" he said, nudging Kurt's head with his toes, grinning, purposefully placing them beside his enemy's nose, in order to make the latter get a good whiff of his sweat-smelling red sock. The fallen guy grunted and squirmed, but had troubles waking up from his dizzy state. Thus Angel got impatient. "Get up!" he repeated with a louder and sharper voice, adding "We have work to do!" while inflicting a light yet stinging toe kick onto Kurt's shoulder, causing the other to yelp and sit up. The young fighter waited for a couple seconds for him to rise as he had been ordered to; then, seeing that the other was about to open his own mouth to beg more, Angel snorted and, balancing himself on one leg, he cocked the other, so that the sole of his raised foot loomed above the sitting man in a very clear threat. It sorted the desired effect, since Kurt jumped to his feet with a whine. The blondie smiled scarily. "Good." He said. "I see you have a at least enough brain, to want to stay alive! But I need you in the center of the room!" In order to motivate his new slave, he kicked frontally in the air, producing a swishing sound. "Hush!" Kurt whimpered, and did as he was told without any objection. "Okay." Angel snickered. "Now... As I was saying before your ridiculous escape attempt, I'm about to start your new lesson in obedience. SILENT!" He suddenly raised his voice... and his right foot, whose big toe slapped Kurt's lips, that were opening up to start begging more; the older bully groaned, clutching his mouth, and didn't try to speak again, realizing it was a bad idea. His torturer glared at him, and explained in a stern voice: "Be warned: nothing you'd say is going to save you from the rightful punishment which your Master's feet are going to inflict onto you! You should've known better than saying NO to me earlier, and now you must pay the price for your insolence and foolishness! You were trying to beg for mercy? Listen, you worthless bug, and take note: scumbags like you aren't worthy of anything better, than being annihilated under the feet of real men like ME!" He stood up proudly, and in spite of Kurt having more than a foot over his adversary, the thug had the feeling of facing a giant, ready to stomp him into nothingness at any moment, and he froze in terror. "That's why" Angel went on "You should be constantly grateful to your Master's feet, because they resist the legitimate urge to end your pathetic life and allow you to live! But their clemency is reserved to those worms who know their place!" The teen stomped a foot, and Kurt gulped, imagining himself being flattened under it. "If you persist in treating them without the due respect, they will be obliged to squish you out of existence... But they're kind, after all, thus they're doing you a big favor, by teaching you how to behave properly! Do you understand, you moron?" Kurt frantically nodded, and the young warrior sneered: "Good, perhaps you aren't totally hopeless." Then Angel chuckled, enjoying his new slave's misery... and knowing that the man's well-deserved sufferance had just started! With a mischievous smirk, the blondie said: "I hope you're good at dancing." "Dancing?" Kurt was puzzled, beside scared. Angel's whole body started to move around, very slowly at first, in a very elegant style, while his azure eyes never left the bigger man before him, like if they were measuring up a prey and taking aim at a target at the same time. "Yeah." The blondie's movements were gradually gaining speed while he spoke. "As I said earlier to someone else..." He winked toward the other side of the basement. "Dancing is a great passion of mine. This is a good chance for some exercise, and for a good show!" He pirouetted and shot another wink at the sole watcher of the show. Kurt's terror increased, when he realized that the dancer's feet were now moving so fast, that they looked like a red blur. He kept his gaze fixated on them. *If I watch them carefully* he was thinking *perhaps I'll be able to dodge at least some of the -* "HYYYAAAA!" "Gahhhhhhhh!" With a spinning move, that was as elegant as it was fast, Angel had jumped, spinning on himself, bending one leg and extending the other, that was driven against the older man's stomach, and the blondie's toes stabbed into him! Well, they actually didn't penetrate him, in fact they didn't even rip his skin, but Kurt for a moment was convinced he had been pierced by a sword, and bent down, staggering back, clutching his chest, his face turned into a mask of pain. Meanwhile, Angel's bent leg had landed onto the mat, then the one which had driven that blow home was lowered, only for its heel to be raised while its owner's whole body spun onto its ball and the other foot left the ground again, describing a circle in the air to accumulate power before its side slapped Kurt's unprotected face. "HEHAAA!" "Urgh!" The explosion of unbearable pain in his head caused Kurt to became disoriented, and he wobbled around without seeing anything, his legs getting weak... "Ooofffff!" The upward push applied by the top of a foot under his bent chest forced him onto an erect position, while he heard Angel's sharp warning: "If you fall down, you're dead meat!" Shaking inside and out, Kurt made an effort to to fully stand up. Angel's lips showed that sinister grin of his once more. "Okay... And now..." He softly tapped his softly-wrapped foot on the soft mats. "Time to dance, HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA HIA!" "Ahh ugh erk argh oofff ouch umph aggh owww uuuffh!" Angel's feet felt harder than stones, while they hit the sides of Kurt's lower legs, then thighs, torso, arms and eventually his shoulders; the blonde was hopping to one foot to another, in order to alternate the weapon and direction of the attacks, half of them going to the right, half to the left, but always with the same result of making a searing pain explode from the stroken spot. Kurt, trying in vain to protect himself with his arms, nearly lost his balance. "Dead meat!" Angel's warning shout made Kurt steady himself up with a loud whining sound. "And now that I've warmed up." The blondie said smirking. "The real dance starts!" And it definitely started. Kurt quickly found himself in a world of pain, with a series of blows landing on him... and those were just the first two seconds of the session! "KYA!" "Eek!" Spin kick to face with the blade of the foot. "UWAAA!" "Ooufffhhh!" Roundhouse kick to chest with the top. "YAIII-TAAA!" "Gruuughhhkkkkhhhh!" Back kick to the belly with the heel. "EET-AYA!" "Aaah!" Low roundhouse kick to the shin with the blade. "HEHAP-TAA!" "Ghhppphhh!" Crescent kick to the jaw with the ball. And so it went... no matter what kind of move was used, no matter at what height it was brought nor what was its target, not a single time was Kurt able to prevent his tormentor from carrying out the intended punishment: those red-colored weapons always found a way to slip through whatever defense their human target tried to put up, and what always followed was a shot of searing pain. "Uhhh! Ngggghhh! Gaaahh!" "WATAA! HEYA! KIAIIII-HA!" Angel took great care of gradually increasing his enemy's pain, with cold efficiency and accuracy, not leaving a single square inch of the older guy's body and face out of the wrath of his mighty feet; however, at the same time he greatly enjoyed his time, grinning maliciously, fully realizing that his red-socked weapons, beside causing agony to Kurt's body, were also destroying the other's dignity and will to fight back. In fact, the once proud father of an abused boy couldn't quit begging. "Please -- Ow! - Stop -- Ouch! -- Have -- Argh! -- Mercy -- Grmpph! -- You're -- Ugggh! -- Killing -- Eeeph! -- MeeeAAAAH!" Now tears were running down Kurt's face, which would have been pale, if the harsh slapping from those two hard appendages hadn't given its skin a purplish colour; the man's already pathetic efforts to protect himself turned into a mindless waving of his arms, that had the sole result of bringing some occasional chuckle out of his opponent. The longer the "lesson" continued, the cockier Angel grew. He glanced coquettishly toward where his audience was, and his moves became even more complex, fancier and showier than at the beginning. The blond teen jumped around like if his body had no weight, and each technique melted into the next in a succession which was so quick, that his feet could barely be seen as red transparent forms. Of course... although Kurt couldn't se them clearly, he had no troubles feeling them. "HUAKK-KYAAA!" "Arrghhh - please" "HUA-BA-HIAHIAHIA!" "Uh uh uh uh - Sir" "AITT-HAAA!" "Ooogggh - don't kill me!" "HIATTT-HIAIIII!" "Haaaahuuuuhaaa - I'm sorry" "SEET-AYASHAAA!" "Guarggggghhhhhhh - I disobeyed!" "WHEEEE-TAAAAAA!!!" "Uuuuuugggghhhh - I'll obey you and" "WA-TA-SAAA!" "Eeeekkh - I'll never" "KEEHUP-TAAAIIII!" "Guukkk - talk back" "AYA--KWAAAAA!" "Eeerggh - to you" "WAAA-SHAAAA!" "Huarggghhh - any moreeeee!!!" Angel laughed at his slave's misery, but decided it was time to get to the next step of the lesson. The young warrior looked toward his only spectator and smiled proudly. *Let's end this with something really cool!* he thought. "YAAAAAKAAAAAWAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!" He suddenly executed an amazing vertical jump that brought him more than 8 feet above the floor, and far above the astonished Kurt's head, and reaching the top of his leap he somersaulted forward, bending his legs against his chest; when the spinning motion was completed, and his body was starting to fall behind the mature thug, the blondie's leg was extended downward, but twisted a bit backward with the same move, so that Angel's foot was slammed onto Kurt's back with unbeatable force. "Huuuuaaaaaaghhhhh!" Kurt fell face down, while his attacker landed onto the mat and turned to look at him, sneering. The groaning guy shivered, when a cotton surface brushed against his forehead. He looked up fearfully, and his fear increased when he saw Angel towering above him with a smile. A very superior smile. "Okay, you punk." the blondie asked. "I'm asking you just one time.... Will you suck my foot?" "Yes, Master!" Kurt shouted without hesitation, getting into a kneeling position. "This is a good start." Angel snickered. "But not enough..." The doomed bully shook in terror hearing those words, and even more when he saw his new master flex his dangerous toes. "Please, Sir." he moaned "Tell me what you wish, and I'll do it!" The blond boy laughed louder than earlier. "Don't worry, it's simple! You shouldn't just do it.... You must love it!" As expected, Kurt's eyes widened in horrified disbelief, but the thug that time was smart enough to not protest, while Angel continued: "Yes, you'll LOVE servicing these powerful feet that have just kicked your ass, and you're going to SAY that! I want you to BEG me to let you worship them, and you must declare how much you adore them if you want me to give you that permission!" He stomped a foot, glaring. "Any objections?" "Please, please, Sir!" Kurt desperately shouted. "I like your feet! They're amazing! They're beautiful! They're so hot! Please, I'm begging you, allow me to kiss them!" "Really, slave?" Angel raised one foot and kept it suspended before his slave's face. After all those kicking sessions and more than one hour of being used to walk on floors, the socks heavily reeked of sweat, and their soles were dirty. The blondie asked: "Are you telling me you're in love with them? I can't believe it..." "Yes, yes, it's true!" Kurt insisted, know that was what the other wanted from him. "I'm in love with them! It's because they're so strong! I need them! I'll die if I can't worship them!" Angel snickered. "I'll have mercy on you... But treat them with respect!" The blondie extended one foot toward Kurt, who cringed because of the putrid smell... yet the bigger guy dropped his head toward the main source of his discomfort, and placed his lips on the cotton surface. The foul flavor of mixed dirt and sweat brought him on the verge of puking, but he didn't dare to think about what could happen if he did such a thing, so he fought back his revulsion and sucked! His disgusted groan was enough to tell Angel what his slave was feeling, and that amused the young fellow. "Well, you worm?" the blondie teasingly asked one minute later. "You begged to worship them and now you aren't enjoying it?" "Of course I am enjoying it!" Kurt yelled out of fear. "They taste so good! I want to stay like this forever!" "Sorry..." Angel snickered. "But you'll be allowed to do this only for a few minutes more, at least today. It's more than you deserve." He added in disdain, tapping one foot. "I know that, Sir! Thanks! You're very kind!" the older guy said, shaking. "I'm glad you appreciate my kind heart." The teen snorted. "But you have to earn it, you worthless bug! Are you going to waste more of my precious time with your babbling?" He approached his foot to Kurt's face. "Please, forgive me, Master!" the latter squeaked, and resumed his sucking. "Why aren't you licking as well?" the blondie huffed, pretending to be annoyed (while he actually was more and more thrilled). His new worshipper gasped and apologized several times, bowing his head to the floor, before starting to lick each part of the main tool of his torture. Angel grinned cockily and, as he had said earlier, carried that out for several minutes. After the first foot was fully "cleaned", he made Kurt switch to the other, and the slave was "encouraged", from time to time, to loudly proclaim how much he loved what was happening to him. "Okay, worm..." the fairhaired one eventually said. "You did a good job." Kurt felt relieved, but right while he was sighing, he heard his tormentor's next words, "And here's your reward..." before having his face smothered under a now-familiar wall of cotton, which was currently soaked with his own saliva. Slowly rubbing his foot up and down, in order to spread the disgusting dirty liquid as best as possible, Angel mockingly asked: "Well.....?" "Thanks, Master, thanks!" Kurt groaned while tears were dripping out of his eyes again. "This is a big honor you're doing to me!" A loud laugh was heard from the other side of the room, and Kurt's expression dropped even more. Colin walked to Angel, still chuckling. "Pal... How can I phrase it? You're so... so...." "Yeaah, yeaah!" the blondie giggled, stepping away from Kurt and greeting his friend by patting the latter's shoulder. "I know everything. And this is no big deal!" He pointed to the prostrated man, and both teens chuckled. However, Colin got a bit more serious afterwards. "Angel." he said. "Are you sure everything's fine? Errr, I mean... About what we discussed earlier..." "You don't have to worry." his friend confidently said, then turned toward Kurt. "Hey punk! You aren't thinking about reporting me to the Police, are you!" "Of course not, Master! I could never do anything like that!" lied a terrified Kurt. "Good for you." Angel snickered. "Given that the one getting into trouble would be you." Kurt was confused; Colin was puzzled, and asked: "What do you mean?" Smirking mischievously, Angel pointed to another side of the room, where there was a coat hanger. The other two could see a cell had been hung there, and a small light was on... Kurt gasped in horror, realizing what that meant. "You've recorded everything!!??" Colin exclaimed, half-shocked, half-amused. Angel nodded. "Now I have a ten-minutes-long video of your Daddy Dearest doing perverted acts with a 15-year-old guy..." He noticed Colin's troubled face; glancing to Kurt, whose expression was revealing he had an idea. The blond teen made an evil laugh. "Don't raise your hopes high, you moron!" he told Kurt. "The one owning the video is ME, you know? I can extract clips from it, showing you licking my feet like the pig you are, and shouting how much you love it! What about me forcing you! Who would believe that!" He grinned cockily. "Yes, that makes sense." Colin smiled, clearly relieved. "I wouldn't believe that myself, had I not witnessed it with my own eyes." "Exactly!" Angel meanwhile went and picked up his cell, then he walked back to the other two. With a derisive chuckle, he told Kurt: "Of course, you could have a chance of being believed if you manage to get hold of this cell.... Wanna try? HYA!" He whipped the air with a high front kick, and Kurt flinched back in terror so vigorously, that from his kneeling position he landed onto his butt with a grunt. Then the doomed bully trembled in repressed anger, hearing the two teens' laughter. "He doesn't seem interested in taking your cell!" Colin exclaimed, fully aware of the fact that, no more than a couple hours earlier, the idea of teasing his "powerful and fearsome" father would've seemed absurd to him. "Are you sure?" the blondie grinned, slipping his phone into a pocket of his kimono, then he addressed Kurt, still making fun of him. "Well, Mister High-And-Might? Are you planning to go to the police?" The older guy frantically shook his head. Indeed, he realized he was screwed... at least at the moment. *But* he was thinking *If I just manage to grab that cell...* Like if he could read Kurt's mind, Angel sneered: "Well, just in the case you still have some foolish ideas, I'll give you one more little help in understanding your new position." Then he made a few steps toward one of the walls, while the other two watched him, dumbfounded. "HHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Spinning on himself with lightning speed, Angel brought one foot up in a circle, before slamming it on the wall with a loud booming sound. A moment later, both Kurt and Colin gasped in shock, seeing the large cracks that had appeared on the hit spot. While the son looked in awe, the father scrambled backward, when Angel approached him again with a hardened face. "See, you moron?" the fairhaired teen sternly asked. "Now do you realize how merciful I've been to you so far? I could've sent you straight to the hospital with just a single blow from these, KYA!" he snapped a foot up, making Kurt freeze in sheer terror. "But I decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself... By serving a real man, like all pathetic weaklings like you should do! You should be grateful for that!" Shaking, Kurt kowtowed before Angel's strong feet and declared: "You're right, Master, I'm deeply grateful!" "Very well!" the blondie smiled. "But remember what I said about my feet's clemency.... Just make something foolish and..." He tapped one foot. "No, never, Master!" Kurt cried. "I'll always obey you!" Angel and Colin exchanged a radiant smile. (End part 5)