Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 4

As Ryou opened his eyes, everywhere around him was nothing but pitch-black darkness. He was lying on something soft and comfortable, with his arms above his head. Confused and dizzy, the white-haired boy tried to sit up and realized with horror that his wrists were enclosed in cold metal.

Ryou began to panic and pulled desperately at his restraints, but it was useless. He couldn't get free. His hands were tied securely to something above him, what seemed to be the top of a bed.

What had happened to him and where was he? He had just been in a bathroom and now he was waking up in complete darkness. Ryou hated darkness. It made him feel even more defenceless and vulnerable than he already was, not to mention that he was terribly afraid.

He was about to start crying, but suddenly the light blinked to life. What Ryou saw made him almost wish that the darkness would return again.

He was in a similarly furnished, but smaller room like his masters' bedroom, consisting of the bed he was lying on, a nightstand with a glass lamp and a vase of roses on it, a closet, a beautiful golden-framed mirror, and a small round table with a chair. The heavy, red velvet curtains in front of the single large window were closed and on the table lay several whips and an assortment of sex toys. But the thing that frightened him the most was Malik, who was leaning against the table. Or rather the way the male dominatrix was dressed.

Ryou's master wore red, knee-high boots, fishnet stockings that were attached to a matching red garter belt around his waist, long, fingerless gloves, and nothing else. Malik's lips were painted crimson, curved into a tempting smile. His lavender eyes were beautified with matching eye-shadow, black eyeliner, and mascara. He was stroking himself gently, his length dripping in anticipation for the coming events.

"I'm glad that you're finally awake," Malik smirked, licking his lips hungrily. He picked up some items from the table, making sure that Ryou couldn't see them, and walked over the bound slave.

As Malik extended a hand to trace his fingers lightly over Ryou's chest, it suddenly struck the white-haired boy that he was completely naked. He had been so afraid of the darkness, and was later too scared of Malik's appearance to notice that he wasn't wearing any clothes.

"What do you intend to do to me, Master?" Ryou asked anxiously, his pink lips trembling in fear.

"What does it look like?" Malik laughed, amused over the boy's innocent naivety. "You already had your pleasure yesterday. Today I'm going to teach you how to please a man, to be more precise, how to please me."

Ryou's eyes widened at Malik's words. The tears that had welled up in his eyes finally spilled over and trickled down his cheeks. "Please… No…" he sobbed, as Malik climbed onto the bed.

"No?" Malik asked, letting his gaze wander across the pale boy's flawless body. "When I bathed you yesterday, you also said 'no', but when you came all over my hand, it didn't look like you weren't enjoying yourself.

"But I wasn't tied then… and… and you didn't use these… things on the table," Ryou whimpered.

"Believe me, these 'things' as you call them, and the fact that you are tied, will make the whole experience only more pleasurable and thrilling," Malik replied. "Now I want you to close your eyes, so I can blindfold you."

Ryou gave him a look of pure dismay and fear, but nonetheless he did what his master wanted.

Malik took a red silk scarf and placed it over Ryou's closed eyes, tying it securely behind his head.

The younger boy gave a small, uneasy whimper as his vision was once again wrapped in darkness. Now he was completely at Malik's mercy, being tied and blindfolded. Ryou sobbed quietly as he felt velvety-soft lips on his neck, moving up to his mouth.

Malik brushed his lips lightly over Ryou's, kissing him. At first gently, but then he got a little more demanding, sliding his tongue into Ryou's mouth to taste his unique sweetness.

The Egyptian kissed his way down to Ryou's chest, spending some time to caress his nipples thoroughly. He licked and sucked the sensitive nubs gently, feeling them harden between his lips.

"Spread your legs, Ryou," he commanded suddenly.

"No…" the addressed boy whispered, pressing his thighs tightly together.

"What did you just say, slave?" Malik asked sharply.

"I don't want to…" Ryou whined. "Please… don't make me do that." A few seconds later, he was slapped hard across his delicate face, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Don't ever dare to contradict again!" Malik hissed, slapping the weeping boy on the other cheek as well. "If you won't behave now and do what I tell you, I have to tie your legs, too! Do you want that?"

Ryou shook his head hurriedly. Tears streamed down his cheeks, which were stinging like they were hit by a thousand needles, an ugly bruise beginning to form on his tender skin. "I… I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I will do what you want… but please don't hit me anymore."

"I really like you, Ryou, and therefore I don't want to cause you more pain than necessary. You're far too beautiful to be decorated with bruises, but that's what happens if a slave doesn't obey his master. You should feel glad that I do your training and not my brother. He wouldn't go so easy on you," Malik told him, stroking Ryou's stinging cheeks lightly. "Now be a good slave and open your legs for me."

Fearing to receive another slap or something worse, Ryou quickly followed the order, granting the Egyptian a nice view on his most intimate area.

Satisfied, Malik examined the sniffling boy. Yes, this would do just fine for what he had in his mind for the little angel. The position Ryou was in, left him completely exposed and vulnerable, allowing Malik access to all the right places.

Kneeling between Ryou's legs, Malik slid his hands slowly along the insides of his thighs, causing the trembling slave to relax slightly at the surprisingly gentle touch. While he continued to stroke Ryou with one hand, Malik used the other one to cup his sac briefly, before closing his fingers around his main target.

Ryou could only whimper helplessly, as his master's skilled hand turned his limp member into an aching need for release. Ashamed, he bit his lips, trying to suppress the small moans that threatened to escape him. He was still afraid and his cheeks still hurt badly, but he also had to admit that it felt wonderful what Malik was doing to him. However, Ryou knew that he had to do something in return this time. Today it was not about his pleasure, but about Malik's.

Ryou gave a soft whimper as Malik's hands disappeared from between his legs when he was fully erect.

Instead, Malik lowered his head and began to place small, feather-light kisses that gradually turned into wet licks on Ryou's thighs, making him shiver. Malik let his tongue slide briefly over the scrotum, intentionally ignoring the little one's arousal.

Ryou shrieked in surprise as Malik unexpectedly spread his buttcheeks and licked slowly over the small, bashful rosebud. The pale boy's cheeks were flushed in shame over the intimate caresses, for once he was glad that he was blindfolded and didn't have to see what the blond Egyptian was doing to him. But humiliating as the touch was, it felt nice though.

Malik gently stroked the tiny opening with his tongue, enjoying the shy, little moans Ryou was emitting. When he was sure that Ryou was slick enough, he carefully pressed one finger against the tender entrance, applying gentle pressure, until the digit slid inside.

Ryou gasped in shock at the painful intrusion, trying to squirm away, which was prevented by the handcuffs. "It hurts…"

"You have to relax, Ryou. It will only get worse, if you are tense," Malik told him soothingly as he felt Ryou's muscles clench tightly around his finger. He gave the tip of his slave's member a lick to distract him from the pain. "Compared to a cock, this is nothing."

Ryou winced at Malik's words. Compared to a cock? If only a single finger was already this painful, how greatly must hurt something so much bigger? He didn't dare to think about it. However, after some time, Ryou was able to relax his muscles as his body got accustomed to the penetration, the initial pain turning into mere discomfort and finally into a somewhat pleasant feeling.

Malik began to slide his finger in and out of Ryou slowly, stroking his soft, moist inner walls. He twined one arm around Ryou's thigh to keep the squirming slave still, before he resumed his kissing of the pale, silky skin while he fingered him gently. Malik knew exactly where and how to touch Ryou to make his body surrender to him, and soon the smaller boy was moaning in actual pleasure.

After some time, Malik pulled his finger out and took the small, egg-shaped plastic object, he had taken from the table. Swiftly, he inserted it into Ryou and positioned it directly against his prostate, chuckling softly at the little one's surprised gasp. He switched the remote control on that was attached to the egg with a cable, causing the toy to vibrate.

Ryou whimpered in delight as the vibrations caressed his abdomen. The egg was so small, it barely hurt, and the little pain he had felt at the beginning was quickly overtaken by intense pleasure. Maybe his master was right. If he did what Malik wanted, he wouldn't get hurt too much and maybe even enjoy it. At least until now, the Egyptian had done nothing to hurt him on purpose, except for the slap for his disobedience, and most of his touches had felt nice.

Suddenly he felt Malik's hands between his legs, and his length was slipped through a rubber ring that snapped tightly around the base. "Master… what's this?" Ryou whispered unsurely.

"It's a cockring. It prevents you from coming before I allow it," Malik explained, brushing his fingers lightly over Ryou's erection. "The more aroused you get, the more it will hurt."

With the grace of a cat Malik crawled up to Ryou to steal another kiss from those delicious, pink lips before he freed him from the blindfold and the handcuffs. Then, he sat onto the bed and leaned himself against a pillow, spreading his legs expectantly. "If you want to come, you have to earn it, my lovely little slave."