Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 11

Yugi, who had brought him his breakfast, had accidentally dropped a cup of tea and the white porcelain was shattered all over the ground, a little puddle soaking into the carpet.

“Good morning, Ryou-chan,” Yugi chirped happily, but the bright smile on his face faded quickly when he looked down at the mess he had created. “I’m sorry for being so clumsy. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he murmured, conscious of his guilt. In fact, he looked ready to cry. “Please forgive me.”

Sitting up, Ryou rubbed his eyes to drive away the sleep. “You’re not clumsy, Yugi,” he contradicted softly. “And I don’t mind you waking me up.” For a moment, he considered wrapping the blanket around himself, because his clothes weren’t at hand, but then let the thought slip, since they had already seen each other naked, not to mention what they had done together. Stretching himself a bit, the delicate boy folded the cover back and got up to help Yugi, who was already busy with picking up the broken pieces of the cup.

Yugi gave him a grateful smile. “How are you feeling today?” he asked, when they were done, both sitting down onto the bed.

“Fine, I guess,” Ryou answered. “My bottom does still hurt from the whipping Master gave me and I still feel a little worn out, but otherwise fine. Why do you ask?”

“Well…” Yugi began. “I was just a little worried, if you could take so much training all the time. Usually, the masters take their time when they educate new slaves, but in your case, you learn a new lesson every day instead of every week. I know that you have to be ready when Bakura gets his payment, but I think they could at least have given you a month time.”

“Bakura?” Ryou asked curiously. “Who’s that? And what payment are you’re talking about?”

Oh, no…” Yugi gasped, clamping his hands over his mouth. “I shouldn’t talk so much! I’m sorry!”

“No,” Ryou replied, shaking his head. “It’s alright. You can talk as much as you want. I’d love some company. Although I love being with Master Malik, I still need someone, who I can spend my free-time with,” he told the other slave. “Only if you don’t mind of course,” the white-haired boy added shyly.

“That would be great,” Yugi beamed happily. He didn’t have any real friends among the other slaves either and was very glad about Ryou’s friendship offer.

“Now that that’s settled, please tell me more about Bakura and the payment. Does it have to do something with me?” Ryou asked unsurely.

“Umm… I’m not sure, if I’m allowed to tell you about that, if the masters haven’t done it yet,” Yugi hesitated, fidgeting nervously with his fingers.

“Please tell me about it,” Ryou begged. “I promise I won’t say a word to anyone about it.”

“But I don’t even now if it’s true,” the smaller boy squeaked in obvious discomfort about the matter. “It’s just a rumour.”

Ryou sighed in defeat. “You really don’t want to talk about it, do you?”

Yugi shook his head. “Sorry… But I guess it’s okay, if I tell you that Bakura is the slave trader that bought you. Do you remember him?”

“Yes,” Ryou answered, nodding. So, if Bakura was the white-haired man, who had brought him here, the payment Yugi had been talking about was surely the price the Ishtar brothers would have to pay for him. However, he decided to not bother his newly found friend with this subject anymore. He didn’t want Yugi to get into trouble for telling him something he wasn’t supposed to know. Sooner or later, his master would surely tell him abut this mysterious payment.

Suddenly, Ryou noticed a thin, faded line on Yugi’s throat, which he hadn’t seen before. It seemed to be a scar and was almost entirely hidden by the small boy’s collar.

Aware of Ryou’s curious stare, Yugi raised his hand to his neck. “What are you looking at?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Ryou quickly blurted out. “I didn’t mean to stare!”

“It’s alright,” Yugi answered, forcing a little smile. “It’s just an old scar…” Opening the leather collar, he slid it off, revealing a scar that was a lot bigger than Ryou had expected it to be. The long cut began at the right sight of Yugi’s neck and reached almost to the left, giving the impression that someone had tried to slit his throat.

“Dear God!” Ryou gasped, covering his mouth with one hand in shock. “Who did this to you?”

Yugi carefully traced the scar with a fingertip. “A former customer got a little carried away,” he replied bitterly, putting the collar back on.

“Carried away?” Ryou exclaimed, horrified. “It looks like he tried to kill you!”

“He almost did,” Yugi told his new friend quietly. “However, I had enough luck to get saved in time. My older brother did not...”

For several moments, Ryou was too shocked to say something. Yugi’s brother had been killed by a customer?! And Yugi had almost lost his life, too?! Although Malik had told him that some of their clients had quite extraordinary tastes, he would have never thought that it could go that far. “I’m so sorry, Yugi,” he finally murmured softly, lowering his gaze. “I.. I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay…” Yugi replied sadly.

“What… what happened to the one that did that to you?” Ryou asked hesitatingly.

“His membership of was cancelled immediately. I don’t know if it’s true, but I’ve heard that he committed suicide shortly after. He was a politician and had a lot to lose, if his special preferences would have become public,” the small boy explained, wiping away a few tears. “Of course, the masters have increased all safety measures after that occurrence to make sure that such a thing will never happen again,” Yugi continued after a little pause.

“Oh, Yugi…” Ryou whispered, taking the smaller slave into his arms. “I feel so sorry for you… But I know how it feels to lose everything, to be all alone. I have experienced it myself.”

Yugi gave a barely noticeable nod, burying his face into Ryou’s long hair. “Master Malik even offered to set me free.”

“But you stayed?” Ryou asked, surprised. “Why, if I may ask?”

“Where should I have gone, Ryou-chan?” Yugi sobbed, tears now freely running down his cheeks. “I have no family, no friends outside; I had nowhere to go. This place had become my home, so I stayed. However, I don’t have to serve as many costumers as before and I help around doing the household instead.”

“I see,” Ryou whispered softly, stroking the other slave’s hair gently. He would probably have done the same thing in Yugi’s place. Not only, because he had no one outside as well, but also because he had someone he loved here.

After another half an hour, when Yugi had fairly composed himself again, he took leave with the excuse that he had some work to do. Ryou suspected that the other boy rather needed some time alone to deal with the remembrance of his sad past, which he had brought thoughtlessly back up, and did nothing to stop Yugi from leaving. At the moment, he unfortunately couldn’t do much for him anyway.

After Ryou had dressed and finished his breakfast, the little one spent the next hours with exploring the house, the first time on his own, and got almost lost in the large mansion. When he returned to his room in the afternoon, Malik was already waiting there for him.

The Egyptian was sitting on Ryou’s bed, one leg draped gracefully over the other. He was wearing a black, sleeveless fishnet top and long, high-heeled boots, which were attached to his short, black leather pants with the help of garters. His blond hair was pulled back into a pony-tail with two loose strands framing his pretty face. “Hello there, my little one,” Malik greeted the delicate slave. “Are you ready for you next lesson?”

“Of course, Master,” Ryou replied, smiling happily at the sight of his beloved master.

Getting up, Malik walked over to his secret love and closed the door behind Ryou. Grabbing the black collar around the small slave’s neck, Malik pulled him closer, covering Ryou’s rosy lips with his own, and the white-haired beauty was quick to open his mouth, happily welcoming his owner’s tongue. Reaching up with one hand, Malik placed it against the nape of Ryou’s neck, holding his head gently, while he wrapped his other hand around the young boy’s waist.

Ryou moaned softly. He rested one hand tenderly on Malik’s shoulder, pressing himself against the Egyptian affectionately, while their tongues caressed, licked, and stroked each other.

When they broke apart again, Malik lifted Ryou up in his arms and carried him over to the bed, where he laid him down carefully and sat beside him. “This lesson does again involve a lot of pain,” he explained, running his fingers through Ryou’s snowy locks. “However, I’m sure you can take it, am I right?”

Ryou nodded his head obediently. “Everything for my Master.”

“That’s my Ryou,” Malik replied, smiling. “You’re such a good boy.”

Ryou propped himself up on one arm, his gaze following Malik’s hand when the blond picked up a metal lighter from the nightstand. Only then did he notice the prettily ornamented silver candleholder, which had been placed on his nightstand by Yugi and held a slim, red candle. Next to it was a small, white plastic container, which was closed, preventing Ryou from seeing whatever was hidden inside.

“Don’t be afraid,” Malik told him when he lit the candle. “Of course, I will make sure that you will also receive great pleasure from it.” The bright flame flickered briefly, caused by a light draft from somewhere, before it steadied itself again and became still.

Ryou once again nodded in understanding. However, he couldn’t deny that he was slightly afraid of the pain that might come up to him.

Gently, Malik pushed the young slave once again down to lie flat on the mattress. Kneeling beside Ryou, Malik began undressing the other boy, leaving his tempting body bare, with exception of the collar around his slender neck.

Then, the Egyptian reached for the candle and took it out of its holder. “Lie still,” he told Ryou, who was uneasily watching his master’s actions, and tapped the candle just enough for the hot wax that was pooling in the center to drip down.

Ryou winced when the hot mass landed on his chest, burning his tender skin with its heat, but except for a harsh intake of breath, he managed to keep quiet. A few moments later, two more drops followed, but this time, Ryou couldn’t hold back a pain-filled whimper as the liquid wax dripped right on his sensitive nipples. Tears were forming in Ryou’s lovely, brown eyes and he gripped the sheets frantically, desperate to have something to hold on as several more drops fell down, forming a hot, sticky path that lead from his chest to his belly.

When the next drop finally hit his vulnerable pubic area, the tears Ryou fought to hold back so bravely spilled over and a loud, choked sob escaped the poor boy. It hurt. Pure, searing, hot pain, which burned and numbed every place it touched.

But just then, when Ryou thought he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, it stopped and Malik put the tormenting candle back into its original place.

Bending down, Ryou’s dark-skinned owner dotted a tender kiss on the sobbing slave’s lips. “It’s far from over yet,” Malik told him. The blond let his right hand wander downwards, parting Ryou’s trembling legs, and enclosed his fingers lightly around the half-erect length there. “It seems that the whipping had been no exception,” the Egyptian declared triumphantly, giving Ryou’s cock a couple of quick pumps to bring him to full arousal. “Pain does definitely arouse you. You’re a little masochist, my dear Ryou, aren’t you?”

Too stunned to respond verbally, Ryou could only nod as the realization hit him. He was completely taken aback that he himself hadn’t even noticed that he was enjoying the pain. His mind had only been focused on the agony the hot wax was inflicting, but his body had registered that there was also a little spark of pleasure mixed into it. It was the same sort of delight he had experienced during the whipping. The unmistakable evidence for that was currently enjoying the attention of Malik’s hand.

Malik smiled, releasing Ryou’s erection from his grip. “Naughty little thing.” Picking up the candle again, the Egyptian kneeled between Ryou’s legs, keeping them spread apart, and directed the next drop directly onto the tip of the smaller boy’s arousal.

Ryou yelped, his hips bucking involuntary upwards, but Malik quickly pushed him down again with his free hand. Several more drops were dripped on Ryou’s cock and testicles, followed by the insides of the squirming boy’s thighs, until his whole abdomen was covered with little droplets of the red substance.

By the time Malik was finished, Ryou was panting hard, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks, while his member was still hard, engorged and throbbing with need.

Setting the candle aside, Malik opened the white box, which turned out to be an ice cube container, and took out a piece of the frozen water. After he had carefully removed the cooled wax from Ryou’s body, the Egyptian placed the cube against his own lips, even taking it into his mouth for a few moments, before he put it into the box again. Crushing his now ice-cold lips against Ryou’s hot ones, Malik kissed the white-haired boy greedily.

Ryou moaned in bliss when his master’s icy tongue darted into his small mouth, wrapping itself around his own, the cold lips caressing him, cooling his heated skin. To Ryou’s displeasure, the kiss didn’t last long. However, his disappointment quickly changed into delight when Malik turned his attention to his chest next.

Malik swept the chilly muscle over Ryou’s breast, feeling ecstatic little shivers rippling through the petite frame beneath him, followed by soft mewls of pleasure when the older one eventually feasted his mouth on a pink nipple, easing the ache that the heat of the wax had left with gentle sucking and licking. The same loving attention was given to the other abused nub, before Malik reached once again for an ice cube to refresh the coldness of his mouth.

This time, Malik didn’t take the cube out but let it remain inside his mouth. Continuing to kiss and lick further downwards, making sure to soothe every reddened spot on his way, he finally arrived at Ryou’s straining erection. First, he simply plastered the stiff organ with delicate, little flicks of his tongue, until Ryou was sobbing and whimpering in desperate need for release, begging his master to finish him off.

Momentarily fulfilling Ryou’s pleas, Malik took the head of his cock into his mouth, receiving a scream and a violent buck of Ryou’s hips in response when he used his tongue to press the ice cube firmly against it. But just before Ryou could release, Malik drew back and quickly wrapped his fingers around the base of Ryou’s swollen member, squeezing it harshly to prevent him from climaxing.

Then, Malik let the frozen water slither out of his mouth and caught it into his palm. “Not yet, my lovely,” he told his wailing slave. “Your master comes first.” After a few moments, when Ryou had calmed down again, Malik took the slippery, half-melted cube between his fingers and began to trail it along the length of Ryou’s cock, before sliding it over his testicles, thighs, and back again, combined with a little kissing and licking here and there.

To take Ryou’s pleasurable torment even further, Malik slid the ice cube over Ryou’s sensitive perineum, making him squeal at the coldness, and finally, he pressed it against the little one’s entrance, pushing the piece of ice into his tight insides.

Ryou gasped at the unexpected, cold intrusion, his pelvis jerking. It didn’t hurt, but the feeling of the cold, smooth ice inside his tender passage was certainly surprising.

Chuckling, Malik pulled Ryou onto his lap, facing him, before he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to free his own aching erection. Positioning himself at the smaller boy’s tight orifice, Malik pressed his lips briefly against Ryou’s, before he gripped Ryou’s hips with both hands and thrust upwards, impaling him to the hilt.

Ryou yelped sharply at the sudden entry, fresh tears gathering in his eyes. After all, it was only his second time that he was being taken. Wrapping his arms tightly around his master’s neck, he buried his face weakly in Malik’s shoulder and tried to adjust to the hard cock stretching him open.

After some moments, Malik slowly began to slid halfway out of Ryou, before thrusting back inside, pleased with the soft moan and the small, but unmistakable twitch of Ryou’s member against his stomach that he received in response. Soon, he picked up his speed, withdrawing until only the tip of his penis remained inside Ryou, before he slammed roughly back in, forcing a delighted whimper from the pale boy every time he hit his sweet spot.

Malik was enjoying himself greatly as well, relishing in the sensation of Ryou’s tight anal ring sliding along his shaft, squeezing and massaging him pleasurably.

“M-master,” Ryou panted, rocking his abdomen against Malik’s. “Please… may I touch myself?” he asked shamefully.

“You may,” Malik told him. He twined his right arm around Ryou’s waist, holding him in place for another deep and forceful thrust.

“Thank you, Master,” the white-haired boy replied breathlessly. Reaching down with one hand, Ryou wrapped his trembling fingers around his erection, stroking himself a little coyly at first, but his shame was quickly overridden by his arousal.

When Malik felt his climax nearing, he raised his left hand to Ryou’s hair and entangled his fingers in the long, silken tresses. Pulling the little one’s head back, he exposed the slender neck. “You’re allowed to come now, Ryou,” he moaned, pressing his lips heatedly against Ryou’s sweat-slicked throat and covering the tender skin with hungry kisses.

A few moments later, Ryou gave a particularly loud and high-pitched moan when he finally reached his long delayed climax. Malik followed soon after, filling the white-haired slave to overflowing.

Sliding out of his exhausted slave, Malik drew him into a gentle embrace, in which Ryou quickly fell asleep, happy and satiated.

Malik sighed and looked down at the sleeping angel in his arms. It was only one more day, until Bakura would claim his payment. One more day, until he would have to tell his poor brother about his love for Ryou…

~ TBC ~