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 -- 6
"Good bug!" Angel told Kurt. "Now you're allowed to stand."
The older guy struggled to his feet, then instinctively took a step back from his younger, smaller, so much stronger and very terrifying master, staring fearfully at the latter's deadly feet.
Colin noticed where his father's gaze was focused, and couldn't restrain himself from teasing the thug more, saying: "Hey Angel, don't be too harsh! Daddy seems to have understood his new position very well! Isn't it so, Dad?"
Old bad habits can't be instantly erased, and Kurt shot a furious glare at his son.
"HAI!"
Angel's toes inflicted a stinging blow onto Kurt's nose, whose owner clutched it whining, taking a couple more steps away from the fighter.
"That blow was just a small taste of the main dish." The blondie's voice was harder than a stone and colder than ice, and so were his eyes, so that Kurt shook under their piercing glare.
"What have I told you just moments ago, about the consequences of acting foolish?" Angel reprimanded him. "Haven't I just warned you to not act mean to my dear friend? I thought you had learned your lesson, but noooo, the disrespect you showed to my dear friend tells me otherwise! It's clear that my feet have too SOFT on you so far... But no matter..." He made that evil grin of his again, slowly getting into his fighting stance. "They'll be more than happy to corect their mistake... The real fun starts now!"
Shaking in terror, Kurt fell to his knees. "Please, please, mercy!" he screamed, his voice sounding ridiculously high-pitched. "I won't do it any more! Spare me, Master!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Both teens laughed so loudly, that their faces became red.
"Daddy, you should see yourself now!" Colin said.
"Yeah!" Angel added. "You look as pathetic as the lowlife you are!"
Kurt grunted at the verbal humiliation, yet endured it, because it was better than being hit again by those lethal weapons that were Angel's feet.
Angel turned to Colin. "Well, do you think I should forgive him?"
"Mmmh, I dunno..." the taller teen mused for a moment, then asked his father: "What do you think, Old Man? Should I tell my friend's feet to forgive you?"
"Yes, Colin, please!" Kurt implored. "I'll do whatever you want, but don't let him beat me more!"
His son chuckled. "Okay.... But I have one condition."
"What is it?" Kurt fearfully asked.
"You must give me all the money you have now in your wallet." Colin smiled happily while speaking, glad to add something to his father's misery.
Kurt hesitated for a second, but he saw one of Angel's feet tapping the floor, so he quickly answered: "Yes, I'll give you everything!"
"Thanks, Daddy Dear!" Colin laughed. "Okay, Angel, spare him... Just for this time!"
Angel chuckled. "You're too kind... But okay, pal, my feet will be kind to please you."
A few minutes later, the three were upstairs in Kurt's bedroom, and the latter was taking a big bunch of dollars from his wallet to place them in Colin's hand.
"Well, done, slave." Angel said. "You're dismissed for now." he added with a nonchalant wave of his hand, and that was the first time Kurt appreciate anything the blond teen said.
The middle-aged thug walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, and was already on the door of the bathroom when he heard his son's voice addressing him: "Wait a moment, Dad! Do you need to go to the toilet?"
Turning back, he explained: "Well, nope. I need to refresh myself after... Uh..." He paused, embarassed.
"After the asskicking Angel gave you! Of course!" Colin snickered. "I admit you're totally right, his feet did a great job onto you!"
Both teens laughed at the helpless guy, who in turn lowered his gaze and said: "It's true.", too scared to talk back.
Indeed, Kurt clearly could use a cleaning. His skin was red and swollen after the blows, beside being cowered not only by sweat from his fatigue, but by dirt and lint as well, from his attacker's socks! The same went for his clothes, that were a complete mess.
"Sorry, Dad, but you'll have to wait."
"Uh?" Surprised, Kurt looked at his son. "Why?"
Colin smirked, pointing to his blond pal. "Poor Angel..." he said mockingly, faking an exaggeratted concern. "He is so tired and sweaty, after all the efforts you put him through! You weren't thinking of taking a shower before him, were you?"
Angel smirked. "Uh uh... That would be very disrespectful, slave!" he said, rubbing a socked foot on the carpet.
Cringing, Kurt jumped away from the bathroom door. "Oh no no, I'd never do that! I'm sorry for not thinking..."
The boys' laughter made him go silent and and blush in shame and repressed anger.
"I'll forgive you this only last time, slave!" Angel smiling, but in a cold, menacing voice. "Attended you bring me some fresh towels and a clean bathrobe. You surely don't want your master to use dirty stuff..." He tapped his foot.
Kurt ran toward his bedroom and came back, carrying the items Angel had requested.
"Remember.... Nothing foolish while I'm showering, or you'll feel very sorry afterwards." the blondie warned Kurt before closing the bathroom door. Father and son just waited in the hallway without speaking, and barely glancing at each other, until the fairhaired teen came out, wearing the bathrobe, that was several sizes too big for him. But Colin didn't laught, so enticed he was by Angel's beautiful looks... and Kurt wasn't in the mood for laughing.
"Ahhh, it's much better now." he sighed happily. "Now I'll go and put my regular clothes back on, and then we'll go out, Colin. Do you need a shover as well, by any chances."
"Don't worry, I'm fine." his friend said. "Now, Daddy, you're allowed to clean yourself.
Gritting his teeth, Kurt walked into the bathroom.
Colin, as a mere act of courtesy, brought his father a change of clothes, which the man took with a nod of aknowledgement, without any verbal thanks, yet without any rude remarks, either.
The darkhaired teen just shrugged, walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs to the living room, where Angel was waiting for him, relaxing on the couch.
"It's a bit odd." Colin told his friend.
"What?" the blondie asked, puzzled.
"Now that the old man has cleaned himself, he doesn't look to be in such a bad shape as I thought he should've been." the other teen explained. "Sure, his body is covered by bruises, but they're mostly superficial, and the ones on his face are barely visible; besides, I spotted no cuts nor scratches anywhere. That surprised me! I mean, I saw it with my own eyes, when your feet hit his whole body like bullets! And..."
"And the slaps they placed on his ugly face, uh? Hia hia hia hia, HIAAAAA!"
Angel, amused by his pal's puzzlement, executed a few kicks in the air, finishing wih a roundhouse kick, that made Colin chuckle, refreshing his still vivid memories of what had happened to his father.
"Well, yeah!" said the taller teen. "To be honest, at some points I had been a bit worried that Dad could need to be carried to the hospital..." He grinned, continuing. "Not that I care if he breaks a few of his bones, but that could've led you into troubles. And yet, you managed to avoid that."
"Of course." his friend puffed his chest. "It's a fundamental part of our training."
"Right." Colin nodded in understanding. "Security and Bodyguarding services... You all learn how to defeat an enemy causing the lest damage possible, correct?"
"You're so cool!" Angel made the thumb-up sign.
"Thanks." The darkhaired boy smiled, but his smile turned quickly into a smirk. "But, if that's the case... I guess all your scuffles with the old guy were unneeded."
Angel smirked back. "You goti t right again! Indeed, I could've neutralized your asshole of a daddy with a couple moves, but then he wouldn't have learned his lesson well. Besides..." he winked. "Toying with him was fun, don't you think?"
"For us, with no doubt!"
After they stopped laughing, Colin asked: "Anyway, what's the... secret?"
"It's not a secret!" Angel explained chuckling. "But I must admit, it could be a bit hard to explain to people who don't know that stuff. To put it simply..." He raised one foot, and used it to touch various places of his friend. "... It's a matter of both controlling the strength of the blows and knowing where to strike and with what part of your body you strike. Do you remember when I paralyzed the old man by just applying some pressure? Well, it's the same principle: you hit the right nerve, and the whole neurotical system sends messages of pain through the whole body, without need to really break anything."
"Uhhh, I understand!" Colin uttered. But at the moment, he was experiencing a few troubles focusing on his friend's explanation. The feeling of Angel's socked sole gently brushing onto his body was making him shudder; it was a kind of pleasure he had never enjoyed before. On the other hand, those shivers were partially caused by the fact, that he was fully aware of what those feet were able to do to him, if their owner chose to do so. However, his fear somehow fueled his excitement.
And Colin, much to his embarassment, realized his arousal hadn't gone unnoticed! In fact, how could Angel fail to notice how his pal had spoken uncomfortably, how the latter's breath had grown heavier, how his handsome face had gotten flustered while his cheeks were becoming red?
Colin blushed even more when he heard the blondie's chuckle.
Still with his foot suspended, Angel teased him: "But these feet can send messages of a different kind..."
Colin gasped loudly and shook, because that skilled foot had reached a place in close proximity of his groin, and its big toe had pressed a certain spot, so that a wave of delight had spread through the taller guy's whole body.
"Angel... you're amazing..." he uttered.
"And you're so adorable, with your face so hot and sweaty!" the blondie laughed, lowering his foot; then he added with a laugh: "Wow, it looks like I stopped right in time, before making a mess!"
Colin blushed even more, knowing what the other meant. The bulge in his pants was too visible for his liking! Covering it with his hands would've only added to his shame, thus he squirmed uncomfortably.
It was Angel himself who came to his help.
"Calm down, close your eyes." he instructed in a soothing tone. "And take some relaxing breaths." Colin followed the advice, and gradually suppressed his arousal. Angel said: "If you want to be turned off faster, think about something very unpleasant... Like Daddy Dearest!" he chuckled.
They both laughed again.
"Well, you don't need to imagine him." Angel said with a smirk, pointing to the top of the stairs.
"Uh?" Colin looked up as well, puzzled, but he didn't see anything.
Kurt was startled. He had been eavesdropping in a place where he was sure it was no possible to be spotted, how could that blond brat...?
"No use running away." the martial artist said coldly. "Come down here. RIGHT NOW!"
A few moments later, the older man was before the two scowling teens.
"Surprised that I found you out, uh, you Peeping Tom?" the blondie sneered. "Don't you know that a warrior must be always fully aware of his surroundings? Do you think I haven't realized you've been watching us for the last five minutes?"
"Five minutes?" Colin said. "Then, I suppose he heard your explanation about how to hit..."
"Yeah. Did you find it interesting, you bastard?" Angel showed that wicked smile of his, that terrified Kurt once more.
Colin looked icily at his father. "Don't you know how rude eavesdropping is?" He then addressed his friend. "Perhaps Dad hasn't understood your warning about being disrespectful to us."
Kurt was so scared, that he even forgot to get angry at his son and whined: "No no, I didn't mean to offend you! I was just, err, curious!"
"As they say, curiosity kills the cat!" Angel commented, rubbing his feet on the carpet.
Kurt babbled: "I'm -- I'm s-sorry!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you are!" the young fighter teased him. "However, it seems you don't learn your lessons well, if they aren't enforced." He tapped a foot, making Kurt gasp in fear.
Colin said grinning: "Speaking of lessons, I wonder if he has understood the one about nerves and pain."
"Right!" Angel snickered. "I can kill two birds with one stone... or teach two lessons with one foot."
Kurt dropped to his knees. "Nooo, pl-"
"HAI!"
"Aaaarghhh!"
Kurt rolled on the carpet, clutching his left shoulder with his right hand, while his left arm had gone totally numb.
"Wow!" Colin enthusiastically commented. "Just with a poke of your big toe on his shouder!"
"Aah, it's nothing!" Angel proudly stated. "I hope this will help you to learn faster, slave!"
"Yes, Master." Kurt sobbed. "I'll never disrespect you."
"Then show your respect to your Master.... And to his feet." The martial artist pointed to his own sneakers, which were lying in a corner. "Now, these powerful feet need to be covered."
Angel snapped his fingers, and Kurt hurried to retrieve the sneakers, then came back to kneel again before his new master, who raised his own right foot.
Colin watched in rapture while his once-so-arrogant father, his face red in shame, put the white sneakers on the red-socked feet which had so effectively kicked his ass.
"Good slave." Angel went to retrieve his jacket. "Colin, we can go."
His friend got ready in an istant, and the boys were already about to open the front door, when the blondie looked again at Kurt, who had just struggled to his feet. "Hey bug, do you know how to cook?"
The older guy gasped, then hesitantly nodded.
"Very good." Angel said. "Now, Colin and I are going to spend the day out, but we'll be back around 20 p.m. I don't care how you spend the rest of this day, as long as you make us find a decent dinner for that time. If you don't..." He stomped one foot. "You'll owe my feet a good explanation. Understood?"
Kurt gulped. Then he lowered his head. "Yes, Master!"
The boys' laughter while they left was somehow more painful than all the kicks he had received that day.