Kneel And Kiss My Boots, Part 12

Restlessly, Ryou glanced at the beautiful ivory clock that he had found in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. Malik was unusually late today and should have arrived for his next lesson nearly two hours ago.

By now, Ryou had gotten really worried over his master’s whereabouts, especially if he thought of Malik’s current weak mental condition, caused by the burden of lying to his brother about their relationship that he was carrying around with him. What if Marik had found out about them? No, that couldn’t be. Malik didn’t want to tell him the truth yet and Ryou’s training was a perfect excuse for the two secret lovers to spend as much time together as possible. Marik couldn’t know it. He mustn’t.

Ryou shook his head to drive these worrisome thoughts from his mind. Malik would surely show up soon. He had already considered looking for him on his own, but didn’t dare to go into the private areas of his owners, fearing he could meet Marik there, and therefore, he unfortunately didn’t have any other options than to stay in his room and wait.

To Ryou’s great relief, Malik finally appeared after another half an hour, wearing black pants and a black, long-sleeved, and extremely low-necked satin top. A plain, laced girdle was hugging his waist tightly, while his feet were enclosed in short boots. The white-haired boy quickly jumped up from his bed to throw himself happily into Malik’s arms. However, the embrace was only weakly returned and when Ryou looked up in confusion, he noticed Malik’s tear-filled eyes.

“Master…?” Ryou asked unsurely, taking a few steps back. “Did something happen?”

Malik merely gave him a small, sad smile. Taking Ryou’s hand, he lead him to the bed, where he sat down and pulled the little one into his lap, hugging him tightly. They simply sat in silence like this for several minutes, until Malik finally began to speak. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” he asked, kissing Ryou’s temple lightly.

Startled, Ryou shook his head. “No, Master, of course not! What makes you think something like that?”

“I had another argument with my brother, worse than the last one, because I spend too much time with you,” Malik explained, depressed. “At first, he… he even wanted to apologize for being rude with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryou replied quietly, looking down onto the carpet. “I didn’t mean to steal so much of your precious time.“

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, silly!” Malik snapped, more harshly than he head meant to, angered by Ryou’s submissive, self-disparaging attitude. “You haven’t done anything wrong! I’m the one, who’s going to ruin a loved one’s life!”

Ryou winced at the Egyptian’s words. “As I’ve said before, I can’t and won’t push you to tell your brother about us,” he stated meekly. Ryou lovingly placed his hand over his master’s right one, which was resting on his belly. “I’m only a slave and you’re my beloved master, who can do with me whatever you please. I have absolutely no right to demand anything in this relationship, nor do I have the wish to cause you any grief.”

Sighing, Malik moved Ryou’s long hair out of the way with his free hand to press his lips gently against the nape of his neck below the collar. “Falling in love with a slave… What a fool I am. Although I know that my whole existence is going to break apart, I can’t stop loving you,” he mused. “Marik, the only one who ever really meant something to me, will probably hate me for the rest of my life, and yet… I always feel such happiness when I’m with you, little Ryou.”

Then, Malik changed the subject abruptly.

“Do you remember the man that sold you to us?” he asked suddenly.

“I do,” Ryou answered truthfully, remembering Yugi’s words about Bakura’s payment being quite unusual and probably involving him.

“There’s something, I have to tell you about him.”

“What is it, Master?” Ryou asked, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at the blond Egyptian.

“Officially, you still belong to Bakura, because the purchase hasn’t been fully completed yet,” Malik told him. “However, the price Bakura demands for you is something that can not be paid with money.”

“What does he desire then?” Ryou asked, uncertainly.

“Bakura…” Malik began, “we really owe him a lot… Without his help, we would have probably been lost after we came to this country. He was the former lover of our sister and not only did he generously loan us the money to buy this mansion and turn it into what it is now, he also introduced us to most of our current customers and provided us with our slaves. But… he has also been lusting after both of us, especially after my brother, since the first day we met him.”

“And… did he get what he wanted?” Ryou inquired hesitantly.

“No,” Malik answered, shaking his head. “Of course not. At first, Marik was flattered. Bakura is very attractive after all, but after some time, his constant advances were annoying my brother, as well as me, greatly. Marik was never interested in a sexual relationship with Bakura in the slightest. The problem is that the price Bakura wants for you is a night with not only you and me, but also with Marik,” Malik revealed sadly. “And it wasn’t easy to get Marik to consent to this demand. My proud brother is doing this only for me, because I told him how happy it would make me, if we could keep you. Do you understand that? I mean so much to him that he agreed to submit himself to Bakura.”

Ryou was speechless for a moment as he realized the whole extent of the tragedy they had roused. Then, he abruptly burst into tears.

Malik, whose tears had finally spilled over as well, pulled the sobbing boy into his arms, holding him gently, while whispering loving words of comfort to him, attempting to ease both their sorrow.

Suddenly the door burst open. Startled, Malik and Ryou whirled around and were greeted with a very irritated-looking Marik, dressed in a sleeveless mesh shirt, black patent leather pants, and knee-high plateau-boots with silver buckles.

“Malik…” Marik began, casting a venomous glance at Ryou, who was fearfully clasping the younger Ishtar’s arm. “There’s a phone call for you.”

Malik quickly wiped his own tears away, hoping that his brother hadn’t noticed them. “Who is it?” he asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Bakura,” Marik snarled and then looked again at Ryou. “Why is he crying?”

“You have just interrupted a rather hard training session,” Malik answered. He prayed that Marik would accept the excuse.

“Oh, really?” Marik snapped. “To me, he doesn’t look too worn out.”

“What do you mean?” Malik asked.

“Let me take over here, while you’re on the phone.”

Malik stared at his lover in disbelief, completely taken aback by Marik’s suggestion. “What...?” was the only word he managed to get out.

“You aren’t finished yet, aren’t you?” Marik asked sharply.

“Well... no,” Malik confessed subdued. “But he doesn’t know you very well. I don’t think it would be a good idea if you-“

“Do you want to indicate that I’m not able to complete his lesson?” Marik hissed.

“No, of course not.” Malik shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Good.” Marik smirked triumphantly. “I think you should leave us now. You know how easily Bakura gets annoyed when he has to wait.”

Knowing that any contradiction would be useless in Marik’s current mood, Malik had no other choice than to go, but he did it quite reluctantly. Although he felt guilty for leaving Ryou alone with his brother, he would only make themselves suspicious, if he tried to talk Marik out of taking Ryou’s training over and therefore only making it worse. He could only hope that Marik wouldn’t go too hard on the poor boy…

When Malik was gone, Marik turned his attention once again to Ryou, who was still sitting on the bed.

The delicate slave had his head bowed and stared onto his hands that were clutching the sheets, when he heard his second master approaching. Until now, he didn’t have any closer encounters with Marik, for which he was very grateful, and he was scared now. Scared of the things the older Ishtar would do to him. The mere presence of the tall, bossy Egyptian made him want to hide behind Malik. But unfortunately, Malik wasn’t here anymore.

“Look at me.”

Timidly, Ryou followed the order, but did avoid looking into Marik’s eyes.

“Are you afraid of me?” Marik asked, gripping Ryou’s chin.

“Yes,” came the shy reply.

“That’s how it should be,” Marik snapped. He had the strong urge to slap this annoying boy across his pretty face, just for taking up so much time with Malik. Seizing Ryou’s left arm, he hauled him violently to the floor before he gripped a handful of silken, white hair and jerked him upwards onto his knees, making Ryou yelp in pain.

“I have the impression that Malik was quite slack with your training,” Marik hissed, yanking Ryou’s head back.

“N-no, Master,” Ryou whimpered softly, tears welling up in his eyes from the strain on his hair.

“I don’t think someone like you can judge that,” Marik stated arrogantly, before pressing Ryou’s face against his crotch. “Show me what you have learned.”

Fear-stricken, Ryou began to fumble at Marik’s belt, opening it and unbuttoning his pants hastily. He pulled them down a little to free the still soft member and carefully enclosed his trembling fingers around it. Even in this state, the size of the limp organ was really impressive, not only long, but also quite thick, and Ryou couldn’t help but stare at it in awe.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” Marik growled impatiently, tugging roughly at Ryou’s hair. “Suck me, damn it!”

Ryou quickly mumbled an apology, flushing hotly. Submissively, he complied with the older one’s demand and began to stroke him. With his other hand, Ryou cupped the Egyptian’s testicles, rolling them gently in his palm while he jerked him off, and it didn’t take very long until he felt the warm, silken flesh of Marik’s manhood swell in his grip.

When he had brought the blond to full arousal, Ryou parted his lips, allowing the head to slide into his mouth, where it met the tender, but brief, attention of a small, pink tongue.

Letting Marik’s penis slip free again, Ryou lowered his head a little and began to thoroughly lavish his master’s scrotum with little kisses and licks, before lapping upwards along the whole length in long, wet strokes. When he arrived at the tip, he once again took the dripping shaft into his mouth, deeper than before, and began to suck hard, feeling the hand in his hair tighten in response.

However, very soon, Marik grew tired of Ryou’s gentle, timid caresses and took the matter into his own hands. Keeping the kneeling slave in place with the hand entangled in his hair, he slowly began to force his cock deeper into Ryou’s mouth, delighting in the horrified look in Ryou’s eyes when he realized what his owner intended to do.

The master’s lips curled up into a cruel smirk as he watched Ryou choke on his member and the boy began clutching at his hips, trying to pull back a little, but the blond’s grasp was unyielding, not allowing the slightest relief. Finally, after several painful minutes, when the entire throbbing length was buried in Ryou’s slender throat, Marik began pulling out again, until only the tip was resting between Ryou’s tender lips, on which he allowed the little one to suckle for a couple of moments, before the whole procedure was started all over again.

Pretty soon, he was gripping Ryou’s hair with both hands, holding his head still, while he rammed himself deeply into the young slave’s constricting throat, his balls slapping rhythmically against Ryou’s chin.

It hadn’t been a big thing for Ryou to swallow Malik’s cock this far down, but Marik was something else and the white-haired boy was sobbing miserably from the violent fucking he was forced to endure. Not only was the older Egyptian’s sizable shaft stretching his throat painfully, it was also nearly cutting off Ryou’s air supply and made it hard to breathe.

In contrast to Ryou, Marik, was enjoying himself immensely. The feeling of plunging his cock over and over into that hot, slick throat was simply delightful, but the certainty that he was mal-treating Malik’s new favourite was giving him a sick thrill that only increased his arousal even more.

This torture went on for quite some time, until Marik all of a sudden stopped and let go of Ryou’s hair. With a suppressed gasp, he hurriedly withdrew from Ryou’s mouth and gripped the base of his erection, squeezing tightly.

Marik closed his eyes for a moment and took a couple of deep breathes, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. He really had been close.

When he had calmed down again, Marik turned to Ryou, who was still on his knees, coughing and gasping for breath.

“Well… not bad,” he stated, still panting slightly from his delayed climax. He stuffed himself back inside his pants as good as it was possible in his current state of arousal, but left them hanging open.

“Thank you, Master,” Ryou whispered weakly. His throat was sore and burned terribly from the forceful treatment, but he was glad that he had managed to please Marik.

“However, I still want to see for myself how well-trained you are in other areas.”

Ryou’s relief that it was over immediately changed to renewed terror. “I thought you were satisfied with me, Master.”

“Regarding your oral skills, I am, but your mouth is not the only hole to fuck,” Marik told him coldly, walking over to the door of the slave’s room. “Sit on the bed and wait for me, I’ll be right back.” And with that, he left.

Disappointed, Ryou followed the command and settled down onto the soft mattress. Only then did he notice the shameful bulge in his own pants, caused by Marik’s brutal domination, which was making itself very evident now. Sniffling, he wiped away his tears.

A few minutes later, Marik returned. “Undress”.

It didn’t take long for Ryou to get rid of the little bit of clothing he was wearing, the usual skimpy top and hotpants, until nothing but the black slave-collar was left on his body.

“Lie down onto the bed. Face down, ass up,” Marik ordered, reaching for the pair of broad, black leather handcuffs he had gotten during his short absence.

Whimpering, Ryou rolled over onto his belly and raised his bottom. It was the same position Malik had used with him when he had taken his virginity, but at that time he had not nearly been as much afraid as he was now. He let out a small squeak when Marik gripped his hands and pulled them behind his back, encasing his wrists in solid leather. Next, Marik loosened the belt from his pants and used it to fasten one end to the back of Ryou’s collar, while he attached the other to his tied hands. The result was not only a very uncomfortable and straining position, but made it also nearly impossible for the bound slave to move. To complete Ryou’s torment, Marik took out a cockring and slipped it over Ryou’s penis, not missing the fact that it had remained rigid during the whole procedure.

Smirking, Marik kneeled behind Ryou to admire the result of his work for a few moments. “Did you enjoy it?”

“What do you mean, Master?” Ryou asked softly.

“Sucking my cock,” Marik clarified. “Malik loves it a lot. And he doesn’t have as much difficulty with swallowing it whole as you do,” he added smugly, giving Ryou’s upturned rear a hard slap.

Ryou jerked at the blow. Marik had hit him, hurt him, and almost suffocated him, but that had only served to heighten his arousal. “Yes,” he answered truthfully. “I did enjoy it…”

“I knew it!” Marik laughed in derogatory amusement, slapping him again. For a brief moment, he considered giving Ryou’s posterior a nice little spanking, but the painfully swollen bulge between his legs quickly made him change his mind. Reaching inside his open pants, he released his erection.

Marik placed both hands on Ryou’s shapely backside and spread the luscious cheeks wide, resting the head of his cock against the tiny, puckered opening. It would have been so easy to simply slam himself into Ryou to the hilt and fuck him bloody, but that wouldn’t be satisfying enough. He wanted to extend the little one’s pain by filling him slowly, making him feel every single centimetre of hard, hot flesh that would open that tight hole up.

Ryou closed his eyes and buried his face into the pillow, muffling the shriek that slipped from his lips when the huge shaft began to press into him. He clenched his hands into fists, wishing he had them free to grab onto something.

Even the throat fucking seemed almost harmless compared to the penetration of Marik’s engorged cock, which was forced little by little into Ryou’s delicate body.

“What’s the matter, little one? Am I too big for you?” Marik mocked, clearly pleased by the pain he was causing Ryou. With sadistic delight, he leisurely stuffed more and more of his erection into the whimpering slave’s bowels, stretching the tight tunnel wide.

By the time, Marik’s pelvis was resting against Ryou’s behind, his entire length sheathed in the slave’s innermost, Ryou’s breath was coming in short, fast gasps, interrupted only by occasional wretched sobs. Thick, hot tears rolled freely down his flushed cheeks and dripped onto the pillow, leaving little wet spots on the soft fabric. But despite all the agony Marik was inflicting onto him at the moment with full purpose, there was again that small spark of twisted delight that took pleasure from being used so violently to satisfy someone’s selfish desires without any regard for Ryou’s own needs. Marik was hurting him badly, but at the same time, Ryou’s nerves were on fire, his whole body stimulated like never before.

He had already experienced this feeling with Malik, but with Marik it was even stronger, more intense, and utterly overwhelming. The perfect symbiosis of pain and delight.

Smirking, Marik began to withdraw, completely for a couple of times, then entered again, before settling into a fast rhythm of pulling out to the tip and ramming back deeply into that exquisite tightness. While holding Ryou’s hip with one hand, he enclosed the fingers of his other one around the boy’s stiff cock and began to masturbate him, eliciting a sharp cry from Ryou.

The young slave was torn between bliss and agony. Every single one of Marik’s painfully pleasurable thrusts was hitting all the right spots inside Ryou, while the skillful hand between his legs was manhandling him further. It was clear that Marik was doing this deliberately, although they both knew that Ryou was prevented from finding any release by the tight ring around his member.

Still, he didn’t dare to beg Marik to let him come.

However, to Ryou’s fortune, he didn’t need to hold out much longer. Being already highly sensitized from the blowjob Ryou gave him earlier, Marik’s climax approached fairly quickly and when he finally slipped the ring off of Ryou, the young slave came so hard like never before.

Trembling, Ryou collapsed on the bed, barely conscious as Marik slid out of him and freed him from the handcuffs. His arms hurt from being bound back into that unnatural position and he whimpered softly as he tried to move the stiffened muscles. With the last bit that was left of his strength, he rolled onto his side, just in time to see Marik slamming the door shut behind him, before Ryou drifted of into sleep...

TBC