Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 8

Now it was midday, and the young slave had just finished his lunch. Malik should show up soon. And indeed, after another half an hour, the Egyptian arrived, dressed in black leather pants, a short, black leather jacket with nothing underneath, and matching boots.

Smiling shyly, Ryou hopped off of the bed to greet his owner, but stopped immediately when he saw the whip in Malik's hand. "D-did I do something wrong, Master?" the white-haired boy asked, terrified.

"Don't worry, Ryou. You haven't done anything to displease me," Malik began. "This is merely for teaching you to endure pain and receiving pleasure from it."

"Please don't to this, it will hurt me too much!" Ryou pleaded fearfully. He flinched away until his back hit the wall and looked at Malik with tears in his big, brown eyes, fear written all over his pretty face.

"I can't deny that you will feel pain from it, but do you remember what I have told you?" Malik asked, placing one hand on his hip. "Pain and pleasure belong together, you have already experienced that. When you are going to work here, it's necessary for you to be able to stand and enjoy pain, otherwise you won't last long. It's just for your own good, my little Ryou."

But Ryou shook his head in a panic. "Please!" he begged. "I can't see how I could enjoy getting whipped!" It was true that he had enjoyed the pain before, but this was completely different. This was something that would probably hurt worse than all the other things that Malik had done to him summed up. After the previous day, where the Egyptian had been so nice too him, Ryou would have never expected something like this. Maybe it was wrong of him to think that Malik would actually like him…

"Stop your whining and come here now! I don't want to force you, but if you don't participate willingly, I have no other choice!" Malik demanded, cracking the whip on the ground impatiently. He simply wasn't used to someone disobeying his orders and couldn't control his temper in such a situation, even when it was Ryou, whom he liked a lot. In Malik's opinion, Ryou should know by now that he wouldn't hurt and torment him just for fun.

Ryou thought for a moment about Malik's words. He was terribly afraid of the pain the whip would cause, but eventually, he decided to do this voluntarily. It would only become worse, if he tried to resist and, hopefully, Malik knew what he was doing and surely wouldn't hurt him without a reason or inflict any serious damage on his body. Sniffling, Ryou nodded his head and walked over to Malik.

"I promise that this will be very enjoyable for you. The whip will sensitize your skin, which lets you experience even more intense and delightful sensations," Malik explained, forcing himself to calm down again. He led Ryou over to the table, where he removed the slave's clothes, except for the black collar. "Now I want you to bend over the table and hold onto the edge," the Egyptian commanded.

Ryou hesitatingly did as he was told, resting his upper body onto the cool, smooth wooden surface, while his backside was sticking out vulnerably. He closed his eyes and held his breath in fearful anticipation as he heard Malik stepping behind him.

"You can scream as loud as you want," Malik told him, slipping out of his jacket and raising the whip high in the air. "Brace yourself."

Moments later, the slim whip hit Ryou's buttocks, not strong enough to break the skin yet, but enough to leave a visible red mark on the white skin. The small boy's eyes flew open and he gave a loud, agonized cry at the searing pain that shot through his abdomen. It hurt so much, a lot more than he had expected. It felt like a hot knife slicing through his tender flesh, and the delicate slave immediately burst out crying. He wasn't even given time to recover from the blow, as the whip crashed upon him again, this time with even more force than before, bringing forth another high-pitched scream as the leather bit once again into his skin.

Ryou gripped the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turned white and bit down hard on his bottom lip, unsuccessfully trying to relieve some of the pain that his fragile body was forced to endure, as he was hit for the third time. He could feel blood trickling down his thighs, where the whip had finally managed to tear his skin, and he could taste more of the crimson liquid in his mouth, from where he had bitten his lip bloody.

The tears were streaming down his cheeks like little waterfalls as the torture went on for countless times, until his throat was hoarse from screaming and his cries had turned into little, wretched sobs.

But just then, when he was on the verge of passing out from the excruciating pain, something began to change. He felt a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, starting at his violated bottom and travelling up his spine. Maybe his backside had simply become numb from all the agony, but the sharp, burning pain that had accompanied every blow was gradually turning into a somewhat pleasurable stinging, which was strangely arousing. Ryou's whimpers were now no longer those of pain, but of pleasure. He liked the feeling the whip was causing now. He really liked it. The evidence was currently hardening between his legs.

Malik noticed Ryou's stiffening member with a satisfied smirk. This slave was truly incredible, a born masochist. Nobody as inexperienced as Ryou had ever reacted so quickly to these kind of stimulation. He gave the smaller boy's behind one last lash, before he finally stopped.

Ryou's legs felt like jelly and he was barley able to stand. He was panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat, and without the supporting table, his legs surely would have given in.

Smirking smugly, Malik kneeled down behind Ryou, taking some moments to admire the blood on the sore, reddened skin. Then, he began to lap the thick liquid up, soothing the glowing flesh with gentle, wet licks, which caused Ryou to mewl and shudder like a wounded kitten as Malik's tongue caressed the bleeding cuts.

When he was done, Malik carefully lifted Ryou up from the table and took him into his arms to keep him from collapsing. "Did you like that, my little one?" he asked.

"Y-yes…" Ryou gasped breathlessly, clutching at Malik's arm for support until he had recovered a bit. "I'm… I'm so sorry for questioning your orders at first… It will never happen again," he continued then. "I beg your pardon, my Master."

"I'm glad that you finally see it my way," Malik smiled and stroked Ryou's hair lovingly.

"Please, Master… would you allow me to show you how much I'm sorry?" Ryou asked, pressing his face shamefully against Malik's chest.

Malik stared at his slave in shock. Had he heard right? Ryou was actually begging to please him? He cupped Ryou's chin in his hand and forced him to look at him. "Say that again."

"Please…" Ryou whispered submissively. "Let me make it up to you for my disobedience."

The grin that spread across Malik's face at these words couldn't have been wider. "Go ahead," he encouraged delighted, leaning expectantly against the table.

Ryou nodded and fell to his knees before his owner, yelping in pain as the movement caused another wave of terrible agony to wash over his aching body. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes and began to spill down his cheeks. Where the feeling of getting whipped had been pleasurable, there was now only pain left. But Ryou was determined to fulfill what he had asked for. He really wanted to make it up to Malik for being doubtful about his training methods, and this was the perfect opportunity to prove how much he regretted his reluctance.

Sobbing slightly, Ryou began to stroke the bulge in Malik's pants. After a little while, he replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing and nuzzling the leather-clad erection for a while, causing Malik to moan lightly.

Then, the white-haired slave raised his hands to unbutton his master's pants, pulling them down just enough to free his manhood. Wrapping one delicate hand around the base, Ryou tenderly kissed the tip, still a little timidly, but nonetheless, he opened his mouth obediently as he felt Malik's hands in his hair, gently, but firmly, urging him to go on.

Closing his soft lips around the throbbing flesh, Ryou began to suck, swirling his little tongue around the leaking tip. Simultaneously, he moved his hand up and down Malik's shaft, rubbing the beautiful, hard cock to increase his master's pleasure. Hearing the Egyptian moaning in bliss, Ryou became a bit braver and reached up with his other hand to fondle Malik's testicles.

Malik tightened his grip on the slave's long hair, thrusting his hips into the hot, wet cavern of Ryou's mouth. Wondering how much Ryou would be able to take, he began to slowly slide more of his cock into the small mouth, stopping for a moment when he felt Ryou choke, before going on. To his amazement, Ryou actually managed to take the whole length down his slender throat, until the tip of his nose brushed against the blond's abdomen.

Ryou used the hand that had been stroking Malik's erection to steady himself on his master's hip. His mouth and throat felt incredibly stuffed, but nonetheless he continued suckling on the erect cock. Slowly, as Malik was guiding him, Ryou moved his head back, until he arrived at the tip, first licking it, then biting very gently, making the Egyptian shudder with deliciously painful pleasure, before he engulfed the entire member once again.

Malik tossed his head back in delight, overwhelmed by the pleasure this sweet, little slave was giving him. Soon, he felt his climax approach and he gently pushed Ryou's head away. As nice as it would have been to come into the smaller boy's mouth, he was having other plans at the moment.

"Wasn't I pleasing you, Master?" Ryou asked confused, a disappointed look on his tear-streaked face.

"You're such a good boy, Ryou. You pleased me perfectly well," Malik answered, a little out of breath, and knelt down as well to face his slave. "But we are not finished yet," he added. Slowly, he licked Ryou's tears away, before he trailed his tongue over the slightly parted lips and sealed them with his own for a kiss. Then, he carefully scooped Ryou up in his arms and carried him over to the bed, where he laid him down on his belly.

The Egyptian let his gaze wander along Ryou's petite body, licking his lips at the sight of the small boy's sore behind. The once white skin had now a crisscrossing pattern of crimson and some of the cuts were still bleeding slightly. Malik reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket and took out a small bottle with oil. He had lusted after Ryou's sweet virginity since the first time he saw him, and today he would finally claim it for himself.