Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 7

A small smile crept onto his face as he opened the door and discovered the small boy dozing on the bed. The sight of Ryou lying on his side and hugging a pillow was just too cute. What a shame that he had to interrupt this adorable scene by waking the sleeping beauty up.

Malik walked over to the bed and bent down to play with Ryou's soft, snowy hair for a moment, before he grabbed a handful of the white strands and pressed his lips demandingly onto the smaller boy's.

The dozing slave awoke immediately from his light slumber at the contact. His first instinct was to squirm away, which was prevented by the grip on his hair, but as he realized that it was Malik, Ryou stopped struggling and even kissed back lightly.

"You look very lovely in these clothes," Malik complimented after he broke the kiss. He slid a tanned hand slowly down Ryou's thin body to cup his crotch. "It makes me want you all the more."

"Th-thanks," Ryou squeaked, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks as Malik began to massage his genitals lightly.

But the Egyptian pulled his hand back, before Ryou could receive any real gratification from his touch. "Come with me," he commanded, taking Ryou's hand. "It's time that you finally become acquainted with your new home."

Ryou nodded and followed his master obediently.

Malik lead him out of the room and towards the elevator at the end of the long corridor. After they entered, he pressed one of the buttons and the elevator began to move downwards, where it stopped after some seconds. The doors opened and revealed a creepy, sparely lit corridor. On the walls, which were made of big, old stone blocks, were ornamented, antique-looking glass lamps in regular distances attached that reflected a very dark and eerie atmosphere. The ground was covered with a red carpet and along the walls were several closed iron doors. All in all, it looked like the perfect setting for a horror movie.

Ryou let out a small, frightened whimper and clutched Malik's hand harder.

"This is our basement, where the control rooms and torture chambers are," Malik explained, which earned him a horrified look from Ryou. "Don't start to panic," the male dominatrix soothed. "We don't have many customers that claim these special services, and if they do, they are usually addicted masochists that love to be tortured by my brother and me. It's very seldom that one of them wants to torment one of our slaves here, and even if they do, it doesn't happen without our supervision."

Malik gave Ryou a reassuring smile and lead him towards one of the doors. He opened it and dragged the smaller boy inside, turning on the lamps.

Ryou looked around the room in fear and curiosity. On the walls were several thick iron chains with shackles attached and something that looked like a leather-covered wooden horse with a large dildo fastened on its back was standing in the centre. There was also a collection of whips leaning against one wall.

"I… I think, I have seen enough," Ryou whispered nervously, hoping that he would never have to ride this horse.

Malik nodded and left the room with Ryou, closing the door behind them. They went back to the elevator and the next stop was the first floor.

First, they passed through the long entrance hall, which was decorated with expensive vases, statues, and oil-paintings, until they arrived at a big folding-door. "Once in a while, we hold an orgy in this place," Malik said and pushed the two doors open. "It's a very popular event in the S/M scene here. Our customers love it and I'm sure, you will, too."

This room was a rather large hall with a long stage at one end. A small, surprised gasp escaped Ryou's lips when he noticed that the ceiling was practically a single large mirror. On the walls were mirrors as well and in front of the stage were many elegant tables and easy chairs for the audience, while at the end of the room were a number of luxurious sofas.

"What's this stage for, Master?" Ryou asked.

"That's for the slaves to perform on. Somehow, we have to arouse the audience, before the real fun begins. You didn't think our customers just walk in and start fucking, did you?" Malik chuckled.

"N-no…" Ryou answered, blushing hotly for asking such a stupid question.

They left the hall soon after and returned to the entrance hall, from where a staircase lead upstairs to the second floor and another one lead downstairs to another area of the basement.

"Downstairs are only the kitchen, the laundry room, and the pantry, but that's doesn't concern you, because we have special staff that takes care of these things," Malik stated, before they continued their tour on the second floor, where Ryou was introduced to the fetish rooms.

"Some of our customers want a special setting for living their fantasies out. That's what these rooms are for," Malik explained and opened the first door for Ryou to look inside. "This one is for people, who like to 'play doctor'."

This room was furnished like an examination room of a hospital. Everything was white, the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, which gave the room a cold, sterile appearance. There was a gynaecology chair with a rack to rest the legs on, and leather straps to keep them spread apart, which were also attached at the arms of the chair. Next to it was a metal table with various examination instruments and sex toys.

Malik showed Ryou two more rooms, from which one looked like a classroom, complete with blackboard and teacher desk, against which a long cane was leaning, the other one was furnished like an old crypt, including coffins.

"We have many more of these," the Egyptian explained. "Of course, you always have to dress properly, if you work in one of our fetish rooms."

"Dress properly?" Ryou asked innocently.

"Schoolgirl uniforms, French maid dresses, Gothic clothes, and so on," Malik replied, petting the smaller boy's head. "It depends on the setting."

"I see," Ryou whispered softly. "Umm… Master?"

"Yes?"

"I'm just curious... but aren't there any girls here?"

"There are, but only a few," Malik replied. "Most of our customers prefer boys. Don't worry about the clothes, I'm sure you will look cute in them."

They continued their journey on the third floor, where only ordinary bedrooms were, until they arrived on the fourth and fifth floors, which were the living areas for the slaves and masters, including a library, a large living room with a huge, super modern television, and lots of other luxurious rooms with different purposes. Outside the mansion was even a large swimming pool.

After Malik had showed everything to his new slave, they returned to Ryou's room. "So, what do you think, Ryou?" Malik asked expectantly, lying on the bed and pulling the addressed boy down with him. "Do you like your new home?"

"It's very beautiful, but…" Ryou whispered, his delicate voice trembling.

"But?" Malik asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I don't think… that I will be able to work here. The things that are desired from me are all so… unnatural. I'm afraid that I can't handle it," the white-haired boy answered quietly, burying his face in a pillow.

Malik sighed. "You enjoyed what I did to you, didn't you?"

"Yes," came the muffled reply after a little while. Ryou had enjoyed the sex with Malik and he couldn't deny it anymore to his master. It was obvious to both of them.

"And do you think it was unnatural? Do you think giving pleasure is unnatural?" Malik asked, more sharply than he had intended, causing Ryou to flinch. He grabbed the younger boy's arm roughly and turned him around, forcing him to look at him.

"I don't know… " Ryou replied quietly, fighting to hold his tears back. He really liked Malik and didn't want to destroy the fondness that the Egyptian apparently felt for him in return, by making him angry with his weak and childish behaviour. "I'm sorry, if I upset you, Master," he whimpered submissively. "It wasn't my intention. I'm really sorry."

"It's alright. I'm not mad at you," Malik told him. "But would you have preferred it, if some sick and twisted pervert had bought you to make you his personal whore? There are things that are far sicker than what you have to do here."

Ryou shook his head.

"You will get accustomed to it quickly," Malik assured. "And like I told you before, there are lots of people, who don't even dare to dream of such a wonderful life. I'm sure that you will learn to appreciate that, too." With that, the blond cupped Ryou's cheek and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before he stood up and turned to leave.

"Master?" Ryou called suddenly, making the Egyptian stop halfway. "Please forgive me for asking, but is it possible that you could stay the night? I don't want to be alone…"

"You want me to stay?" Malik asked surprised.

"Y-yes, if it is possible," Ryou confirmed shyly. Inwardly, he scolded himself for asking such a disrespectful question, but the words just came out of his mouth before he could think about it. Surely, his master had better things to do than to spent the night with him. But to Ryou's surprise, Malik actually agreed and after stripping both of them off of their clothes, he lay down with him again.

"Thank you," Ryou whispered relieved, smiling sweetly at Malik. At first, he had thought he had landed in Hell here, but now it had turned out to be actually bearable. Right now, he was even quite happy. And as long as his master was with him, the work here wouldn't hopefully be as bad as he had thought in the beginning. Surely, Malik was right when he said that he would become accustomed to it quickly.

"No problem," Malik replied, trying to stifle a yawn, but didn't succeed.

"May… may I ask you something personal, Master?" Ryou asked all of a sudden.

"What is it?"

"Well… I was wondering… about the relationship between you and your brother," the white-haired slave stammered timidly. "It… it didn't look like a normal brotherly relationship to me."

Malik hesitated for a moment. He had never told anyone about his past, but since Ryou had told him about his childhood, he decided that he could tell him about his own as well. "Yes, there's indeed more than just 'normal' brotherly love between us," he began. "I've always had deeper feelings for Marik and so did he. However, we couldn't keep that a secret for long and, as you can think, our parents didn't approve that as they found out what we were doing at night. As the very traditional Egyptians that they are, they couldn't bear the shame of having two incestuous children and simply rejected us," Malik spat. "I was barely twelve and Marik was seventeen when that happened and we had nowhere to go except our older sister, who had moved to Japan. So, we came here."

"I'm sorry for you," Ryou whispered, pressing his lips briefly onto Malik's in an attempt to cheer him up. Although, he felt true pity for his master, there was also a little twinge of jealousy. Except for his dead mother, Malik had been the first person in his life that showed some affection to him, and Ryou didn't want to share that with anyone. But that was probably impossible. The Egyptian seemed to love his brother dearly, there was no place in his heart for a weak, little slave.

"Never mind," Malik sighed, wrapping one arm around Ryou's waist. "But you should go to sleep now. You will need your strength tomorrow."

Ryou nodded and cuddled next to his master, falling asleep soon.

Malik watched the sleeping boy thoughtfully. Ryou was really the most beautiful and lovable person he had ever met. Pale, porcelain-like skin, white, silken hair, and these big, innocent doe eyes that woke the urge of protectiveness. He felt a strong affection towards Ryou and no one, except Marik, had ever managed to awaken similar feelings in him. Could it actually be that he began to fall for the little one?