Kneel and Kiss my Boots, Part 2

"There, there… don't cry," Malik tried to soothe the weeping boy, wrapping one arm around his shoulder. Ryou seemed to be as sensitive and emotional, as Malik expected him to be, and his direct words were obviously quite a big shock for the little one. "It won't be as bad as you probably think. As I told you before, this is not an ordinary club and our customers are chosen with care. It's not that everybody can come in here and just do with our slaves what they want. Of course, some of them are a bit sick and enjoy hurting our slaves quite badly, but usually it will be a pleasurable experience. And even if it gets a bit rougher, it's nothing that will cause you permanent damage. Of course, that happens only occasionally, and after some days of rest, everything will be alright again."

Malik's explanation caused the white-haired teen only to cry harder and he slapped the Egyptian's hand away from his shoulder.

"Well done, Malik," Marik grumbled. "Instead of shutting him up, you only made him more hysterical."

Malik glared at his brother before he turned his attention back to Ryou, petting his head fondly. "Listen, Ryou, I can understand your feelings. Most of our slaves reacted the same way you are now, but I assure you that we won't treat you as if you were just a piece of meat. You will live in luxury here, doing easy, and mostly, pleasurable work. It's a life other people don't even dare to dream of. You will be trained thoroughly, before you start your work, and just like all the others you will learn to love it."

"But I don't want to…" Ryou whimpered pathetically, his breath hitching with fear and despair. "Please… I really don't want such a life. Don't do that to me… please."

"Sorry, little one, but that's not your decision. You will have no other choice than to submit," Malik replied a bit sourly. His patience with Ryou began gradually to fade. "You will do as you are told, otherwise you will be punished roughly for your disobedience. And believe me, after we are done with you, you will never dare to contradict again. Is that clear now?"

"Y… Yes…" Ryou whimpered barely audible, nodding his head.

"Fine," Malik said satisfied. "But for the future that would be 'Yes, Master', do you understand?"

"Yes… Master," Ryou whispered.

"That's a good boy." Malik gently pulled Ryou's hands away from his tear-streaked face and used his thumb to wipe the wetness away from his cheeks. "Now don't cry anymore."

It was strange, but the trembling, frightened boy caused real pity in Malik and he felt the sudden urge to comfort him. Usually, his attempts to comfort the slaves after he had told them about the destiny that would await them at "Poison", were only idle words that he didn't really mean, but this time it was something else. He really felt sorry for his small outburst.

Getting up from his place on the bed, Malik walked over to a big wooden closet and grabbed a pair of short, black leather pants and a white shirt. After he put them on, he turned his attention onto his still naked brother. "Marik… I'm really sorry, but it seems that we will have to continue another time. Right now, I think it is more important to take care of Ryou. Is that okay for you, love?"

"Do whatever you want," Marik answered slightly pissed. "I wouldn't have been able to get an erection anyway, as long as the little cry-baby is watching."

"Thank you," Malik replied, giving Marik a quick kiss on the cheek.

Wrapping one arm around Ryou's shoulder and hooking the other under his knees, Malik lifted him up. A small smile played over his lips as Ryou instinctively twined his arms around the blond's neck and pressed his face into his chest, longing, despite his fear, for the warmth and affection of another human being.

"How about taking a nice, long bath now? I'm sure you will feel better then," Malik suggested.

Ryou nodded slightly and Malik carried him quickly to the adjoining bathroom. Once they were inside, Ryou lifted his head from where it was buried in Malik's shirt to catch a glimpse of the room and a small gasp escaped him. The room was not only quite large for a bathroom, it was also nearly as breathtaking as the gorgeous bedroom had been. The huge tub was, as well as the walls, the floor, the washbasin, and the toilet, made of white marble and the water taps were made of pure, shimmering gold. There was a large mirror at the wall and in front of it stood a small, but elegant table, with several fluffy towels on it.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Malik asked, letting the boy down.

"Yes, Master," Ryou answered timidly, letting his gaze wander across the room. "It's very beautiful."

"We have several bathrooms like this on each floor. You can use them whenever you want," Malik explained. He sat onto the edge of the bathtub and turned the two golden taps on, adjusting the temperature of the water until it was to his liking and let the basin become filled with warm water. When it was full, he turned the taps off and grabbed a bottle with rose-scented bathing oil from a golden shelf that stood beside the tub and poured some of its content into the water, filling the room with the sweet scent. "It's time for you to get undressed, Ryou."

"Undressed…?" Ryou squeaked, backing away from his master as a new wave of fear ran through him.

"Sure. I can't bathe you with this shirt on," Malik chuckled.

"But I can bathe on myself," Ryou protested weakly, knowing that it probably wouldn't do anything to change the situation.

"I don't doubt that, but I want to bathe you. Now do as you are told, or I'll have to take other measures," Malik replied, his tone signalizing that he didn't allow any further contradictions.

Not wanting to anger Malik further or finding out what "other measures" would mean, Ryou slowly began unbuttoning the white shirt, trying his best to suppress the fresh tears that began to well up. Never in his life had he felt as ashamed and humiliated as at the moment where he let the fabric slide from his shoulders, exposing himself completely to his new master. Ryou felt his cheeks growing hot in shame. He didn't want to meet Malik's gaze and turned his head to the side, closing his eyes, which caused a single crystalline tear to spill down his cheek.

"Look at me, Ryou."

Hesitatingly, Ryou opened his eyes at the command, jerking slightly as he saw Malik's face directly in front of his, so close that their noses were almost touching.

"Shame and pride are unnecessary for a slave," Malik told him, running one hand along Ryou's silky-soft cheek. "Besides that, for you there's no need to be ashamed. You are one of the most beautiful slaves I have ever seen."

Ryou stared at the male dominatrix for a moment, before he took a few steps back, expanding the distance between them. His cheeks seemed to become even hotter at the unexpected compliment and he didn't know what to say in response, so he just remained silent.

Malik smirked at the lovely sight of the naked, flushed boy before him. Ryou looked so shy and innocent, like a small, frightened child. The Egyptian could barely wait to feel those trembling lips on his, to stroke that soft, pale skin, and to hear that delicate voice screaming in ecstasy. Ryou was really worth the price of getting degraded to a slave for Bakura. "Now get into the water," he commanded.

Reluctantly, Ryou did as he was told, and climbed a bit awkwardly into the big bathtub. He gave a tiny sigh as the warm, comforting water enveloped his petite frame, allowing him to relax a little. He leaned his back against the wall of the basin and looked at the older boy, waiting nervously for the things that Malik had in store for him.

The Egyptian pulled the long sleeves of his shirt up, so that they wouldn't get soaked by the water, and kneeled beside the tub. Taking a sponge from the shelf, he dipped it into the water, wetting it thoroughly, before he began to wash his new slave.

Starting at Ryou's delicate face, he gently traced the sponge down along his neck, over his collarbone, and narrow shoulders. Ryou didn't say a word, but Malik could hear his breathing becoming a little bit louder and his chest heaved up and down a little bit faster with every movement of the sponge.

Smiling, Malik continued until he reached Ryou's chest, noticing with satisfaction the little gasp that slipped from the trembling boy's lips as the soft material brushed over his sensitive nipples. With his free hand, Malik began to pet Ryou's snowy hair while he rubbed the small, pink nubs gently, coaxing them into hardness.

Ryou was now breathing audibly as Malik travelled further down, sliding the sponge over his ribs and belly until he reached his thighs. The white-haired boy emitted a soft moan as his master suddenly let go of the sponge and used his hand to stroke his legs lightly.

"Do you like this, Ryou?" Malik asked, his fingertips dancing over the silky inside of Ryou's thighs.

Ryou didn't answer. Pleasure slowly overtook his fear as Malik caressed him. Malik was touching him so lovingly, so gently, like no one had ever before. The new sensation was overwhelming the inexperienced boy's senses. It made him feel dizzy and his eyes became glassy.

"I have asked you something, slave," Malik purred seductively into Ryou's ear. He flicked his tongue briefly against the outer shell, feeling Ryou shudder. "Do you like it when I touch you there?"

"Yes, Master," Ryou finally whimpered, ashamed over his own wanton feelings. His eyelids fluttered closed and he let his head fall back against Malik's supporting hand.

Malik used the little one's clouded state to press his lips softly onto Ryou's, kissing him softly. He felt Ryou stir at the first contact, but then his body relaxed again, and he even began to kiss back tentatively.

"Nice?" Malik asked as he broke their first, chaste kiss after a few seconds.

Ryou nodded slightly.

"I will show you something even nicer, then." With that, Malik carefully wrapped his fingers around Ryou's member and began to massage the half-erect length gently.

"Aahh…" Ryou moaned, one hand clawing at Malik's shirt for support as he unconsciously spread his legs wider to give the Egyptian better access to his crotch.

When Ryou was fully aroused, Malik gradually quickened his movements, pumping the whimpering slave more forcefully, and tightened his grip around the stiff flesh. A satisfied smile played over his lips as Ryou's hips began naturally moving along with the rhythm of his hand, thrusting into the tunnel he had created. Malik could tell that he was close.

Pressing his lips again onto Ryou's, Malik licked at the tender, pink flesh there, before slipping his tongue easily into the wet warmth of Ryou's sweet mouth, stifling the slave's high-pitched cry as he climaxed.

The whole experience had been so new and intense for Ryou that everything went black before his eyes after his orgasm, and he passed out exhaustedly.

Malik held Ryou's limp body securely in his arms to keep the unconscious boy from drowning, and let the water wash the seed that covered his hand away. Lifting Ryou out of the bathtub, Malik wrapped him into a big, fluffy towel and rubbed him dry.

Then, he carried Ryou into an other room and settled him down onto the bed, pulling the covers over him.

"Sleep well, little one. You will really need your energy later…"