Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 9

Whimpering, Ryou tried to fulfil the command as quickly as it was possible for him in his current state, but he only managed to lift his lower half up, while the upper part of his body was still resting on the mattress. Spreading his legs as his master had told him, Ryou blushed lightly with shame of offering himself so openly to Malik, but at the same time, this submissive position was highly arousing to him.

“That’s enough,” Malik declared and knelt behind Ryou. He unscrewed the cap of the little bottle, filling the room with the fragrant scent of lavender. The blond Egyptian poured half of its content over Ryou’s abused behind, causing the smaller boy to gasp softly as the cool liquid touched his burning skin. Smiling, Malik used his hands to spread the oil over Ryou’s shapely behind, making sure that his entrance was well coated. Slipping a single finger inside, Malik moved it in and out smoothly, eliciting a small moan from his pretty slave.

It was always something special to deflower a virgin, and Malik’s cock twitched in anticipation at the thought of being the first one to enjoy the pleasure of taking Ryou.

He used his free hand to slick his own length, which was still wet with Ryou’s saliva, with the rest of the oil, as something suddenly occurred to him. “I almost forgot it!” he exclaimed. Quickly, he got up from the bed to reach once again into the pocket of his discarded jacket, taking out the familiar cockring he had already used previously on Ryou. “How careless of me…” Malik murmured, shaking his head in disbelief over his own mistake.

“Please not that…” Ryou whispered silently to himself, as he saw what his master was holding in his hand. He clearly remembered the torture that the little rubber ring had brought with itself last time, and he didn’t want to experience this again.

Ryou’s fear didn’t escape Malik’s notice, as he climbed back and positioned himself again behind the smaller boy. “This is just to make sure that you don’t come before your master. When you have learned to control your orgasms, you won’t need it anymore, but at the moment it is still necessary,” he told his slave. Reaching between Ryou’s legs, he slipped the cockring over his erect member.

Ryou nodded slightly. The pressure of the tight ring on his swollen length already began to feel uncomfortable.

“You really have to relax now, otherwise this will hurt a lot,” Malik warned. Spreading Ryou’s buttcheeks further apart, he lightly nudged the young slave’s tempting rosebud with the tip of his erection.

“I’ll try…” Ryou whispered and gripped the sheets tightly. He knew what Malik wanted to do to him. Although the thought of getting sodomized was still a little bit disturbing to him, even after all the things he had experienced here, Ryou trusted Malik now and would give his virginity willingly to the beautiful Egyptian.

Malik gripped Ryou’s hips to hold him in place as he slowly entered him. Although he had told the smaller boy to relax, Ryou’s body instinctively tightened up at the intrusion and his muscles clenched around Malik’s manhood, making the already very tight passage even tighter. Moaning in delight, Malik closed his eyes for a moment to savour the exquisite feeling of being inside the young slave, enjoying the soft, velvety heat that surrounded him.

Ryou, on the other hand, cried out in pain, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. Malik’s penis was a lot bigger and hurt much more than the fingers had, as his tender insides were forced to stretch painfully around the hard shaft. He sobbed loudly, his tears streaming down his cheeks and wetting the pillow, as his delicate body tried to adjust to the Egyptian’s size. One part of him wanted to beg Malik to stop, but the other wanted to please his master, no matter how great the pain was at the moment.

Malik reached between Ryou’s spread legs and began kneading his testicles gently, trying to distract him from the obvious distress he was in. And indeed, after a while, Ryou’s tense body began to relax around the swollen organ, allowing Malik to pull completely out before plunging roughly back in, relishing the sensation of the tight muscles wrapping once again around his cock. On the way, he hit Ryou’s prostate, eliciting another scream from the young love slave, but this time it was one of pleasure.

Ryou moaned helplessly. Never in his life had he felt such heavenly bliss mixed with such delicious pain. Malik’s cock moved repeatedly over the little bundle of nerves inside of him, overloading his inexperienced senses with new, delightful feelings. It did still hurt, but at the same time it was now feeling incredibly pleasurable to have Malik inside him, filling him up so completely, and Ryou moaned and whimpered in pained pleasure every time his owner’s hips came in contact with his sore behind, rubbing against the sensitized flesh.

Malik had watched the change within Ryou with great satisfaction. When he was sure that Ryou was enjoying himself to the fullest, the Egyptian began purposefully moving slower. He wanted to hear Ryou begging.

The new, much slower pace didn’t suit Ryou in the least, and he began to whimper lightly in annoyance, trying to signalize Malik that this wasn’t enough for him. When his owner didn’t react, Ryou began to thrust himself back on Malik’s manhood, desperate for more stimulation. But that wasn’t very effective either.

Malik just smirked amusedly over Ryou’s useless attempts to get him to move faster. “Is something wrong, my dear?” he asked, his hand switching from Ryou’s scrotum to his stiff member. “Am I not satisfying enough for you?”

“N-no,” Ryou moaned softly. He shuddered as Malik began to stroke his length agonizingly slow, massaging the hard flesh from base to tip. “I was only w-wondering if you could please move a little bit faster, Master?”

“Why should I do that?” Malik asked tauntingly, smirking as he felt Ryou’s shaft throb in his hand.

“Because…” Ryou began, his mind hazy with arousal, which made it difficult to think. He couldn’t say that the current pace wasn’t enough for him. That would surly displease his owner. So he had to find another reason. “Because I’m sure that it would increase your pleasure, Master,” he answered finally.

Laughing, Malik gave Ryou’s behind a light slap. “You really have become a naughty, little slave, Ryou! Did you truly think I would believe that?” he asked, abruptly speeding his movements up again. “But I have to admit that it was a really imaginative excuse.”

“I’m sorry…” Ryou gasped, a little taken aback by the sudden, unexpected change of pace. Wave after wave of intense pleasure was consuming his body, and due to Malik’s skilled hand and well-placed thrusts, Ryou was brought rapidly to the brink of an orgasm. If just this damn ring around his painfully erect member wouldn’t deny him his urgently needed release.

“Do you want the cockring off, Ryou?” Malik asked suddenly, as if he had read Ryou’s thoughts.

“Yes… please,” the white-haired boy panted breathlessly, tears dripping down his glowing cheeks. Ryou’s damp hair was plastered to his face and his pale skin glistened with sweat. He was so close that it hurt.

“I will take it off,” Malik began, momentarily stopping his movements to reach for Ryou’s right hand. “But only under one condition,” he continued, guiding Ryou’s hand to his own erection. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Ryou’s eyes went wide at this request. Letting Malik touch him or touching the Egyptian was one point, but touching himself? Not that he hadn’t pleasured himself before, but not with someone watching. Actually, in the position they were, Malik wouldn’t see much of it anyway, but alone the certainty that his master would knew what he was doing, was humiliating enough for Ryou.

“Come on, Ryou,” Malik coaxed, his voice slightly strained. “It’s no big deal.” Taking Ryou’s hand in his, he moved it over the small boy’s cock. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Ryou whimpered, finally succumbing to Malik’s urging. Shamefully, he began to slowly stroke himself on his own, a little timidly at first, but he was quickly giving in to his need, and soon, he was pumping himself vehemently. The only thing that was still separating him from his climax was the ring around his erection, and Malik’s resumed thrusting didn’t help to reduce the distress that all this pleasure was causing. “Please, Master… it really hurts,” Ryou whined. “I did what you wanted…”

“Indeed,” Malik gasped, feeling his own release nearing. Satisfied, he unsnapped the cockring and slid it off, before he pulled out of Ryou almost completely and then pushed roughly back in.

That was all that Ryou needed, and with a loud, ecstatic cry, he spilled his seed over his hand, before his body went limp in total exhaustion.

Malik was still holding Ryou’s hips up, his fingernails digging painfully into the white flesh. Moaning, he continued to pound into Ryou’s delicate body with harsh, forceful thrusts, and the slave’s slick walls clenching down on him when Ryou reached his peak, were enough to bring him quickly to his own orgasm.

After he had released inside Ryou, Malik collapsed on top of him, which caused the smaller boy to yelp softly at the sudden weight. Both were exhausted and drenched in sweat, their breath laboured.

Ryou whimpered quietly as, after a little while, Malik found the strength to pull out and roll off of him. He could feel his master’s seed trickling out of him, but he was too spent to care, so he just remained lying on his stomach. It would probably take some time, until he would be able to lie again comfortably on his backside.

When Malik had recovered after some time, he propped himself up on one elbow and stroked Ryou’s white hair lovingly. The poor slave was so tired that he was barely able to keep his eyes open, but nonetheless, he gave Malik a tiny smile. And this was the moment, where the realization hit Malik like a lightning. From the beginning, he had always felt a strong affection for Ryou, which had grown stronger and stronger the more time he spent with him. Never had Malik thought that such a thing could ever happen, but he had really fallen in love with Ryou. It wasn’t just sympathy, nor was it only lust or desire. It was real love, without any doubt.

“Master?” Ryou whispered sleepily.

Yes?” Malik asked, still petting Ryou’s hair.

“Are… are slaves supposed to love their master?”

“Yes, usually they are,” the Egyptian told him. “Why do you ask?”

“Well… because… I think… I do love you,” Ryou murmured softly, his cheeks blushing brightly at the confession.

“Well, that’s a good thing,” Malik smiled. He could feel a wave of euphoria flowing through him, overjoyed that Ryou actually loved him back.

“And do masters love their slaves as well?” Ryou asked timidly.

“No, usually not,” Malik answered, shaking his head.

“I see…” Ryou replied sadly.

“But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t any exceptions,” Malik added, hoping that Ryou would get the hint, and the way the young slave’s tired eyes lit up at these words, it seemed so.

Snuggling closer to his master, Ryou pressed his lips shyly onto Malik’s for a gentle kiss, which the older one gladly returned. After that, Ryou laid his head on Malik’s chest and sighed contently. He was so happy, now that he had the certainty that the Egyptian returned his feelings, and within a few minutes, the exhausted boy had fallen asleep.

Malik stayed with his slave for a little longer, before he finally got up to treat Ryou’s injuries. The wounds that the whip had caused looked much worse than they actually were, but Malik had been careful not to leave any deep slashes, so that it would heal quickly and leave no scars on the tender skin. After he got dressed, Malik went to a bathroom to get a disinfectant and a healing salve, applying both to the sleeping boy’s sore behind.

Reluctantly, the blond came to the decision that he couldn’t stay another night with Ryou. Never had he spent so much time with a slave’s training, and therefore, his brother would surely get suspicious, if he wouldn’t show up soon. Now, that Malik had realized how deep and serious his feelings for Ryou were, he didn’t want to face his lover, and he hoped that Marik would already be asleep, as he left Ryou and made his way to their bedroom.

When he arrived, Malik opened the door as silently as it was possible. Peeking inside, he sighed in relief as he found Marik lying on the bed, apparently sleeping.

Stripping off of his clothes, Malik quickly crawled under the covers and closed his eyes to sleep as well.

However, after some minutes he felt a movement beside him and opened his eyes again to discover Marik staring down at him. “Where have you been the last couple of days? I have waited for you every night, but obviously you didn’t hold it for necessary to inform me about where you were going to sleep,” the older Egyptian grumbled.

Marik jumped slightly when he saw Marik’s face so close at his own. “I’m sorry, but Ryou’s training takes more time than I had expected,” Malik answered, surprised that Marik was still awake. Now, it was going to get really uncomfortable.

“Is he that reluctant that you have to stay with him all night? I wasn’t under the impression that he’s such a difficult case,” Marik nagged.

“No, that’s not the reason…” Malik answered, avoiding Marik’s gaze.

Marik looked at his younger brother, confused for a moment. “However, the main point is that you are here now,” he stated and bent down over Malik, covering him with his upper body.

With his left hand, Marik interlaced his fingers with Malik’s, bringing them to his mouth to kiss their entwined hands gently. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered into his lover’s ear, before gently biting the lobe. Cupping Malik’s cheek with his right hand, Marik pressed his lips onto his brother’s, trying to kiss him, but instead of returning the kiss, Malik turned his head to the side.

Puzzled, Marik stared at Malik. “Is something wrong, love?” he asked, totally taken aback by the other one’s reaction. This was the first time that Malik had turned him down.

“Please, Marik, not tonight,” Malik whispered.

“What?”

“I’m simply not in the mood right now,” he tried to explain, hoping that his brother would accept his miserable excuse as an apology. Marik could be horribly irritable and would often take things very personally, not to mention that he could get extremely jealous. The tiniest hint was enough and Marik would freak out. It had already happened more than one time that Malik had to convince Marik that there weren’t any feelings involved when he had trained a slave or serviced a customer. At least, not until he met Ryou.

For some seconds Marik just looked at Malik dumbfounded, letting the words his lover had just told him sink in, before he regained his speech. “You’re not in the mood?!” he yelled angrily, feeling his pride offended. “First, you don’t show up at all, and now you tell me that you are not in the mood?!”

“Please, Marik…” Malik began, trying to soothe his brother.

“Fine!” Marik cut him off. “I won’t bother you anymore! The next time, you can go and screw your precious little albino slut!” he snapped. With that, he turned his back at his brother sulkily, not deigning to look at him any longer.

Malik remained silent, until he was sure that Marik was deeply asleep, before he finally dared to edge closer to the other Egyptian. Timidly, he wrapped one arm around Marik’s waist and rested his head between Marik’s shoulder blades. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, his eyes brimming with tears. It pained him to see Marik like that. Despite his feelings for Ryou, Marik still meant a lot to him, and he didn’t want to break his brother’s heart, but now it seemed that he was on the best way to achieve exactly that.

~ TBC ~