Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 5

“That’s right,” Malik confirmed, holding his arms out. “Come to me, little one.”

Ryou crawled a little awkwardly towards his master and knelt between his legs. He could imagine what Malik wanted him to do, but he hoped that his guess would be wrong. Malik’s touches had made him so aroused that his erection was quite painful, and because of the tight cockring he wasn’t able to find his release. Additionally, the permanent stimulations of the egg-shaped vibrator inside him made it difficult to sit still, and he was panting softly as he waited for further orders.

Malik chuckled at the uneasy expression on the boy’s face. “Do you know what a blowjob is, Ryou?”

The white-haired slave jerked slightly but nodded his head.

“And have you ever given one?” Malik asked amusedly, knowing that the answer would be negative.

“No, Master,” Ryou whispered shyly, lowering his gaze. So his supposition would come true. He would have to please Malik with his mouth.

“I’m sure this feels pretty uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” Malik said, trailing his fingers along Ryou’s swollen length, making him whimper at the touch.

“Yes.”

“So, do you want to come?” the Egyptian asked while he continued to tease Ryou’s hardness, massaging it lightly.

“Yes,” Ryou whimpered.

“Say it,” Malik commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

Ryou took a deep breath. “I… I want to come. Please… it hurts,” he begged in distress. His eyes started to water, because the pleasure had become almost unbearable. Only one day ago, he would have never thought that he would ever voluntary participate in such a lewd act, but now he was practically begging for it.

A smug smirk graced Malik’s features. This would be so much fun. “Kiss me.”

Ryou stared dumbfounded at the Egyptian. His master wanted a kiss? Until now, Ryou had always been the submissive one, Malik’s pleasure toy, and the unexpected request had completely taken him aback. His heart was beating so loud, he was sure that everyone in this mansion could hear it, and for a moment he even forgot the painful throbbing of his cock. When he had been kissed by Malik, he had always been rather passive, so he really didn’t know what to do. He had no clue how to kiss someone properly. But the sudden touch of Malik’s soft lips on his brought him back into reality.

“At least kiss me back,” Malik murmured impatiently, running his fingers through Ryou’s silky hair.

The pale boy did what Malik wanted, relieved that the older one had made the first step. Ryou kissed lightly back, pressing his lips gently against Malik’s. He opened his mouth obediently as he felt his owner’s tongue demanding entrance and allowed the wet muscle to snake inside.

Malik was very pleased with this fact and deepened the kiss. Ryou tasted so sweet, almost intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough of him. He drew Ryou’s tongue into his own mouth and sucked gently on it, which earned him another shy moan from the young slave.

When they broke apart, Ryou was panting heavily, half from the kiss and half from the vibrating toy inside him.

Malik placed one hand on the back of Ryou’s head and pushed him towards his neck. “Kiss,” he instructed. He could feel the slight hesitation, but a few moments later, he gave a soft sigh as he felt delicate lips timidly kissing his skin.

After a while, he made Ryou stop and urged him lower towards his chest. “Continue.”

Obediently, Ryou began to trail his lips over Malik’s chest, a little uncoordinated and clumsily at first, but he was learning quickly what the blond liked. After some time, he was stopped again and guided to a nipple. Ryou began to kiss the small nub lightly, feeling it harden under his lips. He opened his mouth to take it in, sucking softly on it like his dark-skinned master had done it previously to him, and the approving moans he was receiving from Malik told him that he was doing it right. Therefore, he continued, caressing each nipple alternately, until Malik pushed him again lower.

But as Ryou reached Malik’s abdomen, he pulled back and stared nervously at the erect cock. He really didn’t want to take this thing into his mouth, but he knew that he had no other choice. His own member had begun to leak pre-cum and he was now so painfully aroused that he couldn’t hold his tears back any longer. It was pure agony. “M-master… do I really have to…?” he whimpered in a last, desperate attempt.

“Yes, you do,” Malik answered. “Don’t be afraid. You have done so well until now and I will tell you what to do. And remember, the faster you make me climax, the sooner you will get the cockring off.”

Ryou nodded his head submissively.

“Good boy,” Malik praised, guiding him down to his manhood. “Lick it.”

Hesitatingly, Ryou wrapped a pale, delicate hand around the slender organ. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, actually it felt quite nice. The flesh was warm and as smooth as silk. He opened his mouth and licked tentatively over the tip, and although it tasted strange, it was not as bad as he had expected. So, Ryou went on to lap at the swollen head of Malik’s cock, caressing it with his little pink tongue, before he started to lick the entire length tenderly.

Malik shivered in pleasure. Ryou had such an utterly talented mouth, it was hard to believe that this was the first time that he was doing this. “Suck,” he moaned.

Complying immediately, Ryou took as much into his mouth as he could and sucked gently. While he pleasured him orally, he used one hand to stroke Malik’s member, hoping to make him climax faster that way.

The Egyptian moaned in delight at Ryou’s efforts. “Yes… You’re doing very fine.” He entwined his fingers in the long, snowy hair, guiding the slave’s head up and down on his hard length in the rhythm he desired. The sight of this small, pretty boy between his legs, his tender lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking and licking him, only heightened Malik’s lust.

“I’m going to… come soon,” he announced after some time, bucking his hips up into the slick heat. “I want you to… aahh… swallow it… do you understand?”

Ryou gave a soft whimper of approval, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. It didn’t matter anymore what Malik wanted him to do. He just wanted to get it over as soon as possible and get rid of the burning ache between his legs.

Malik thrust one last time into the warm, wet mouth, before he finally orgasmed.

Although, Ryou had been prepared, he was startled over the sudden rush of salty-bitter liquid that abruptly filled is mouth. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but failed miserably and spilled most of it, the milky seed trickling down his chin and onto his chest.

“Didn’t I tell you to swallow?” Malik asked, slightly out of breath, and flipped Ryou over onto his back.

“I’m sorry…” Ryou sobbed pitifully. “I really tried, but it was so much.”

“Well, never mind,” Malik smirked, licking his own sperm off of Ryou’s delicate body. “For your first time, you did an excellent job. I’m very proud of you. And because you were such a good, submissive, little slave, you will get your well-deserved reward now.”

Ryou whimpered slightly, but this time, he didn’t protest as Malik spread his legs and settled himself between them. His need for release was too great to care about shame anymore. “Please… ” he sobbed, his vision blurred by tears. It hurt so much that he felt like he was going to die from all the pent-up arousal inside him.

“You should feel honoured,” Malik commented, unsnapping the rubber ring around Ryou’s cock. “I don’t grant blowjobs to slaves often.” With that, he bent down and engulfed the boy’s over-sensitized erection. Grabbing Ryou’s behind, Malik shoved the entire length easily down his throat, swallowing around it, and sucked hard.

Ryou gripped the white silk sheets tightly and cried out in bliss as he climaxed violently, finally finding his long awaited release. He slumped back onto the bed in sheer exhaustion, gasping for breath.

Malik swallowed every drop of Ryou’s delicious essence, licking his lips satisfied. Reaching between Ryou’s legs, he switched the egg-shaped vibrator off and carefully pulled it out of the trembling body. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked as he lay down beside Ryou.

Ryou only whimpered weakly. He didn’t want to give Malik the satisfaction of forcing him to like this, although in truth, he did enjoy the experience more than he should have. What was wrong with him? Malik had degraded and humiliated him for his own sick, perverted pleasure, but to Ryou’s own surprise, he had actually liked it in the end, except for the torture with the cockring. Strangely, he felt proud that he had been able to please his master, although Malik had made him act like a wanton whore.

“I know that you liked it, Ryou,” Malik stated, pulling the exhausted boy on top of him. “You are the perfect slave, even if you don’t want to admit it.” He twined one arm around the smaller boy, holding him close to his chest, and with his free hand, he stroked the white, sweat-soaked hair gently.

Ryou sighed softly at the touch. Unconsciously, he snuggled closer to the inviting warmth of Malik’s naked body, listening to the soothing rhythm of the older one’s heartbeat. All that he wanted was someone, who cared about him, who loved him, even if that would mean to participate in these kinky sex acts. He was now the property of his two new Egyptian masters, and since he could do nothing against it, he could as well accept his destiny.

“I’ve heard that you were already born in slavery. What was your life like before you came to ‘Poison’?” Malik asked suddenly. Normally, he never took interest in the past of his slaves and he didn’t know a single fact about their lives before they came to this mansion. But this time it was different. He didn’t know what drew him to that beautiful white-haired boy, but he felt that he was not like the other love slaves. Ryou was something special; a rare, delicate, and angelic beauty, which even the most sinful act couldn’t steal its purity.

Ryou looked up in surprise at the unexpected question, but he was glad that Malik showed a little interest for him beyond the sex. “I lived with my mother,” he replied softly.

“What about your father?” Malik asked.

“I have never known him,” the young slave answered. “He was sold away before my mother gave birth to me. When I was little, a rich man fell in love with her, and because I was still too young to get separated from my mother, he bought us both.”

“I see,” Malik said. “So, how is it that you are here now and not with your mother anymore?”

“Well, although he loved my mother, he hated me deeply because I was not his child, and my mother cared more for me than for him,” Ryou continued quietly. “Except for one time, he never hurt me physically, but he always treated me coldly and emotionlessly. While my mother meant everything for him, he saw the most worthless creature on earth in me,” Ryou explained sadly, tears welling up in his big, chocolate-brown eyes at the memory. “And then… then my dear mother fell very ill, and eventually she died. That was the first and only time that he beat me. After that, I had to stay in hospital for several months. He put the blame for her death on me, but it really wasn’t my fault, and after I had recovered from the injuries, he sold me away.”

“What a bastard!” Malik exclaimed shocked. He hadn’t been prepared for such a tragic story, and Ryou’s destiny had affected him quite a lot. “If you tell me his name, I could use my connections to make sure that he gets what he deserves,” he suggested.

“No… please don’t do that. I just want to forget it all,” Ryou whispered, a single tear spilling over and trickling down his cheek. “I think he suffers enough from the loss of my mother…”

“Shh… Don’t cry, little one,” Malik replied gently. “Now, you have a new life, a better one. I will take care of you from now on.”

Ryou nodded slightly, sobbing quietly against the Egyptian’s chest. His master was right. He had indeed a new life, but was it also a better one?

~ TBC ~