Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 6

“Good morning, little one. Did you sleep well?” the Egyptian asked, smiling.

Ryou sat up and nodded his head in response, although he was still quite worn out and would have preferred the opportunity to rest some more. He reached up with one hand to rub the sleep from his eyes and noticed that Malik was still wearing the red outfit. An adorable pink blush tinted his pale cheeks as he recalled the events from the previous day, and he quickly reached for the slipped coverlet to hide his nakedness.

“You don’t have to be ashamed, Ryou. There’s nothing that I haven’t seen yet,” Malik laughed amusedly.

“I… I’m sorry, but it’s all so new for me. Don’t you have any clothes for me, Master?” the white-haired boy asked softly. Although Malik was right, Ryou still wasn’t used to showing his body so openly and he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it.

“Sure, I have,” Malik replied and got up from the bed. “Only because you’re a slave, you don’t have to walk around naked, at least not all the time. I will give you some clothes, but first, there’s something else I want to do with you.”

Ryou’s gaze followed his master nervously. Something else he wanted to do with him?

“I’m sure you are very hungry, aren’t you?” Malik asked and walked over to the table, where the toys were lying on earlier. But in the meantime they had been replaced with a silver tray with lots of delicious food and all kinds of fruits on it.

“Yes, Master,” Ryou replied, his mouth watering at the sight. Although, he had been pretty distracted since he came to this place, it had been several days since the last time he had eaten something, and like Malik supposed, he was very hungry.

Smiling, Malik picked up the tray and carried it over to the edge of the bed, where he settled it down and let himself plop down next to Ryou. He took a red, luscious strawberry and dipped it into the bowl with whipped cream. “Let me feed you,” he suggested, bringing the fruit to Ryou’s lips.

Ryou opened his mouth hungrily and took a small bite of the strawberry, the sweet juice dribbling down his chin.

Malik leaned forward and slowly licked the clear nectar away, before feeding the remaining strawberry to the younger boy. Then, he took another one and placed it between his own lips, inviting Ryou to get it.

Hesitatingly, Ryou pressed his lips onto Malik’s, unintentionally kissing him. While they shared the fruit, Ryou felt his master’s hand at the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He slipped his tongue timidly into the Egyptian’s mouth to reach the rest of the strawberry, before he quickly pulled back again.

“Don’t be so shy,” Malik encouraged, gently capturing Ryou’s lips for another strawberry-flavoured kiss, before he coated another fruit with the whipped cream in order to feed it to Ryou. This time, a small amount of the white cream accidentally remained on Ryou’s lips, and Malik could feel himself harden at the sight of the slave’s tongue flicking out to lick his lips clean, just like he would do it with a certain other white substance. Ryou was just too alluring, although in his child-like innocence, he didn’t notice the effect his actions had on Malik.

“I’m sure you don’t mind, if I have breakfast too, do you?” the dark-skinned Egyptian asked seductively, not expecting or waiting for an answer, and pushed Ryou down to lie onto the soft mattress.

Ryou whimpered quietly as he was pinned down by his owner. He didn’t feel as if he could go through the same treatment again, and he still felt sore and tired from his first “lesson”. But to his surprise, there were no handcuffs, no blindfold, and no tormenting toys this time, just gentle kisses and caresses. A small moan escaped him, as Malik found a sensitive spot on his neck and sucked the tender flesh until he left a clearly visible hickey on the white skin.

Pleased with the result, Malik moved up to ravish Ryou’s rosy lips once again. Sliding his tongue into the boy’s sweet mouth and flicking it against Ryou’s, Malik successfully coaxed him into participating in the passionate kiss.

Ryou moaned softly into the other’s mouth, enjoying the tender caresses of the older boy’s lips and tongue, and he gave a small, almost disappointed sigh as his master ended the kiss.

Smirking in satisfaction, Malik took several spoonfuls of honey and let the cold, sticky goo drip on Ryou’s chest, making sure that his nipples were well-coated, before he bent down and began to lick the sweet mess away.

Ryou squealed slightly as Malik’s tongue circled his nipples, which had become hard quickly due to the coldness of the honey. The smaller boy could feel his body reacting to Malik’s skilful touches, his length beginning to stiffen. He arched his back in pleasure, as one of the small nubs was enclosed in the wet heat of Malik’s mouth, first sucking it, and then nipping gently, while the Egyptian pinched the other one between his thumb and forefinger.

A pained gasp slipped from Ryou’s lips as Malik suddenly bit down hard on the sensitive, pink flesh, causing it to bleed.

Malik greedily lapped up the mixture of Ryou’s blood and the sweet honey, before he soothed the abused bud with his tongue. Noticing the tears that had welled up in Ryou’s eyes at the sharp pain, he moved up to kiss them away. “There’s no pleasure without pain and no pain without pleasure, my dear Ryou. Believe me, very soon, you will crave the pain as much as the pleasure.”

After he gave the same painful treatment to Ryou’s other nipple, Malik eyed the tray again, pondering what to use next on his little sex-kitten. He quickly made his decision as his eyes fell on the bottle with champagne. He took the green bottle out of the cooler and poured some of the prickling drink into a glass to take a sip. Turning his attention back on Ryou, Malik covered the young boy’s lips with his own, letting the champagne dribble into Ryou’s mouth, who swallowed it without resistance.

Malik repeated this act a few more times, before he stopped. He didn’t want to make Ryou too drunk. Instead, the blond emptied the rest of the glass’ content over Ryou’s stiff member, making him yelp slightly as the cool liquid touched his hot flesh.

Proceeding to slowly kiss his way further down Ryou’s delectable body, Malik traced each single rib with his tongue, before he dipped the wet muscle into the small cavern of Ryou’s navel, savouring the little one’s lovely moans and whimpers. Finally, he spread the slave’s legs and began to lick the silky insides of his thighs, gradually moving upwards to where his attention was needed the most.

Ryou whimpered in pleasure, the former pain forgotten, as Malik’s soft, tender lips kissed the tip of his champagne-flavoured erection. Soon, the dominant Egyptian opened his mouth to trail his tongue along the length of Ryou’s cock, lapping the expensive liquid up, and as he finally began to suck, Ryou took heart and timidly reached down to burry his trembling hands in Malik’s silky, blond hair, trying to push him further down on his manhood. But a light slap on his behind told him that he had gone too far, and the young slave quickly jerked his hands away and gripped the silk sheets instead.

“Only because I’m willing to do this to you, doesn’t mean you are in control,” Malik reproved, before he returned to sucking Ryou’s hardness.

But it was over too quickly for Ryou’s liking, and he whined weakly in frustration as Malik pulled back after a little while.

Instead, Malik began to suck on two of his own slender fingers, until they were wet enough for his next intention. “Trust me, Ryou, you will love this,” he promised. Lowering his head, he gave Ryou’s tender anus a long, wet lick, before he took the tip of Ryou’s shaft once again into his mouth, sucking it lightly. At the same time, he quickly shoved his two fingers through the protective ring of muscles, causing Ryou to gasp in pain.

The white-haired boy bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed, forcing himself to remain silent, although he wanted to scream at the painful intrusion. This time, it was even worse than the first time Malik had done this to him, since it was not only one, but two digits that had forcefully invaded and stretched his tight opening.

Ignoring Ryou’s pitiful sobs and whimpers, Malik began to slide his fingers in and out of the squirming slave, stroking and massaging his clenching insides expertly until the muscles relaxed.

Ryou continued to whimper quietly in discomfort, until, after some time, he began to get used to the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. It wasn’t as bad as in the beginning anymore, and like the last time Malik had done this to him, he began to actually enjoy the penetration.

The petite love slave cooed softly at the blissful sensations that were now surging through him, and although the pain was still very evident, it seemed to only serve to increase the delight he was feeling at the moment. Suddenly and almost automatically, Ryou bucked his hips up as Malik pressed his fingers against a special spot inside him, which send waves of ecstasy through his shivering body.

Ryou squirmed around on the bed, tears of pleasure running down his flushed cheeks from the overload of sexual stimulation his inexperienced body was receiving. The combined sensations of Malik’s hot mouth around his cock and the forceful, continuous stroking of his sensitive inner walls were making him numb with pleasure, and it wasn’t long before Ryou gave a loud, squealing cry and climaxed.

Malik, who had been stroking himself with his free hand, followed soon after. He swallowed most of Ryou’s seed, but kept a small amount in his mouth to share it with the younger boy. “See? I told you that you would love it,” Malik said after he finished the kiss. “Now go into one of the bathrooms and clean yourself up.”

Ryou complied as quickly as it was possible for him in his past-orgasmic haze and stumbled naked and shakily out of the room. When he came back, Malik had put on a black silk bathrobe and was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” Malik commanded, patting the place beside him.

Ryou nodded his head and obediently sat down on the bed beside his master.

“This will be your room from now on,” Malik explained. “You will find some clothes in the closet. Choose what you like. After you have finished your breakfast, you can take the rest of the day off. Lunch and dinner will be served to your room, too. Unfortunately, I have to leave you alone now, because I have to take care of some customers. But I will be back in the evening and show you around the mansion. Until then, I would recommend you to stay in your room. You can get lost easily here.”

Ryou nodded in understanding.

“But before I go, I still have something for you,” Malik added. He opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out a black leather collar with a shiny silver buckle. “All our slaves have to wear a collar.” Gently moving Ryou’s long hair out of the way, he carefully fastened the collar around the small boy’s slender neck. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, Master,” Ryou answered.

“Good,” Malik smiled. He gave his slave a quick, gentle kiss on the cheek and left.

Ryou gave a loud, exhausted sigh. It was the first time that he was left alone here, and although he should have been glad that he finally got some rest, he already began to miss his pretty master. Malik really didn’t seem to be a bad person; he just had some unusual sexual preferences, which actually weren’t that bad from what Ryou had experienced yet. Although the things Malik did to him were painful, they had also been pleasurable. Very pleasurable. Additionally, Malik was the only person Ryou knew at this place, except for the Egyptian’s elder brother, who he only met shortly at his arrival. And the most important thing was that Malik seemed to be one of the few persons that Ryou had met in his life, who actually cared for him.

Ryou finished his breakfast in silence and carried the tray back to the table after he was done. Then, he walked over to the closet to finally get himself some clothes. He had been naked long enough. But his eyes grew wide as he opened the wooden doors and discovered the contents. Most of the so-called clothes were only tiny shreds that barely covered anything. That was probably the reason, Malik left the decision of what to wear to him. No matter what he would choose, it was all very revealing. He hadn’t met one of the other slaves yet, and he wondered if all of them had to dress so sexily, but judging by Malik’s fashion, Ryou could guess it.

In the end, he decided for the most covering articles of clothing he could find, which were a pair of leather hotpants and a very short, sleeveless top that exposed his belly. Both were black and skin-tight, hugging his thin, delicate body erotically. There were no shoes in the closet, so Ryou remained bare-footed.

He spent the rest of the day mostly resting, interrupted only by lunch and dinner. The meals were served by a young boy, who was even smaller than Ryou and had a bizarre, tri-coloured haircut. He wore a spiked collar around his neck, an unbuttoned waistcoat, long pants, and boots. Spiked wristbands were attached around his wrists as well. Like Ryou, this boy was dressed completely in black. He didn’t say anything during his short appearances, but he always smiled kindly, and altogether, he made a very friendly impression to Ryou, who smiled back shyly and waited patiently for the return of his master.

~ TBC ~