New, young President of England leaves for week long holiday only three days after taking office.

Niall was watching the newscast anxiously, tapping his knees with his fidgeting fingers. Little did the news know that it wasn't a holiday per say. It was much more formal than that. More political. It was more like a...rite of passage. They were on some tiny island with a small party, mostly security and political figureheads from his country and Zayn's. Niall was there to be given to Zayn as a present, to start off the young lad's new lifelong term as President on good terms.

Niall's father, the ambassador to Ireland, had jumped at the chance to have Niall be the country's gift to the young man. It was an honor; one Niall was praying he didn't screw up.

He'd spent years preparing for this, ever since he started to grow into the changes in his body. Ever since Zayn had come out when he was just a boy. When Mr. Malik died and left his country to Zayn, his training was pushed into overdrive. He'd stretched himself with toys larger than most in case Zayn was big, but worked on coming with very little in case Zayn was small. He'd practiced bringing himself close and holding off because Zayn would always be the one to tell him when he could come.

He'd had a trainer. Taught him proper etiquette, told him what to expect, even whipped him a few times so he'd know what it felt like, just in case. He was ready for his life as Zayn's sex slave. But he was so nervous.

"Niall," his father called. "It's time."

Niall nodded and wiped his sweaty palms on his thin shorts one more time before standing and following his father and their two guards across the lavish wooden huts that had served as their hotel for the two days they'd been here so far, and would serve as Zayn and Niall's private oasis for five days after the ceremony.

When they got into the large room where Niall would soon no longer be his own, Niall's mouth fell open at the set up. There were lit candles all over the room and in the center left were four large velvet curtains that boxed in a wide, unseen area. On the other side of the room was all of Zayn's people: his mom, sisters, advisers, and guards, but no Zayn.

Niall was led to the other side where he knelt about three yards from what looked like a throne, except it was made of glass and seemed to be iridescent. Moments later a dark shadow formed from the shadows behind Zayn's family. The figure became clearer the closer it got until Niall was looking up at an impeccably dressed, polished, imposing Zayn Malik.

If Niall weren't already on his knees he would have fallen just then. Zayn sat on the glass throne and looked over the entire group of people before his eyes fell and landed on Niall's mostly naked form. Niall couldn't tell if he was breathing or not, but his heart was surely pumping because he could hear it in the silence.

One of Zayn's entourage, dressed in a slick, navy suit spoke first. "Niall Horan, Mr. President, for your pleasure."

Niall shivered at the declaration. It's true he was here for Zayn's pleasure, and if Zayn didn't find him pleasurable then he went home with shame thrust upon his family's name. His father would surely lose his job, his mother her dignity. It all rested on the next hour or so.

"Come," Zayn ordered and Niall rose to make his way to kneel again right in front of Zayn's feet. Zayn raked his eyes over Niall's body slowly, catching every detail- and every flaw- with his knowing eyes. He stuck a foot out and tucked it around Niall's small waist to pull him closer. Niall's chest was pressed to Zayn's knee and he was breathing like an asthmatic. Zayn dropped his foot again and spread his knees, which Niall hoped was a sign to come even closer because that's what he did.

"Give me your hand," Zayn said and held his hand out.

Niall offered it up and Zayn brought it to his lips for a chaste kiss. Niall couldn't help the small sigh that tumbled from his lips at that. Zayn raised a brow and turned his hand over, nose running gently over his palm until his lips hovered over Niall's pulse point. Zayn held Niall's gaze as he pressed his lips to the thin skin, making Niall swallow thickly with desire.

Zayn's lips stayed on Niall's skin, moving up his arm until he reached the sensitive inner part of his elbow, where he laid another quick kiss. "Go wait for me," he whispered against Niall's skin and looked over his shoulder.

Niall nodded obediently and waited for Zayn to let his hand go before standing and bowing slightly. He turned to find his family and guards watching with open fascination. Niall caught his mother's eye and sent her a quick smile before walking to the large, enclosed space and ducking under the curtain. Inside was a large bed and a lush sofa with two throw pillows on either side of a small table with a lit lamp. On the table was everything Zayn would need to try him out, the second half of his test.

He'd made it past the initial inspection, but now is what really mattered. He would have to perform for Zayn with everyone waiting right outside the curtain, unable to see, but plenty able to hear what Zayn was doing to him. If he couldn't please Zayn right here, right now, then it was all over.

Niall wasn't sure what to do, already prepped and wet, so he just sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Soon he heard the light woosh of the curtain and Zayn was ducking his head inside. He smiled kindly when he saw Niall and closed the curtain behind him.

"Hello," Zayn whispered.

"Sir," Niall answered just as quiet. Even with their lowered voices, he knew everyone could hear, since it was silent as death outside the curtains.

"When we're intimate, Zayn will do."

Niall flushed with pride. He said 'when', that had to be good. "Of course...Zayn." He couldn't help the smile that crept up with the words.

"You know what will happen now?" Niall nodded, but honestly he wasn't entirely sure. He knew he'd need to please Zayn, make him come essentially, but he didn't know how he'd be doing that. "I'm not going to fuck you right now." Niall was taken aback by the blunt admission but nodded nonetheless. "Even I'm not that close to my family. Plus, I'd like to save that for when we're...better acquainted."

"Yes, sir- Zayn."

"But of course I'll need to see how you are, intimately, what your skills are, if you can please me."

"Of course."

Zayn came and sat next to Niall on the bed, laying a hand on his upper thigh. "But it's not all about me." Niall was confused by that. Of course it was all about Zayn. Zayn was his Master, his Sir. It was always about Zayn. "I'd love to know you're happy with me as well." Zayn's hand slid higher until his fingers brushed over Niall's crotch. Niall eyes fluttered at the unexpected touch. "Is that alright with you?"

Niall couldn't believe he was being asked. "Yes, please," he breathed, unable to collect any more power in his voice.

"On your knees, then." Niall shook his head of the fog that had settled and slipped off the bed and onto his knees. "Start with your hands, then your mouth. We'll see what you can do." Niall nodded but stayed still, hands waiting in his lap. Zayn chuckled softly and nodded to his smooth bulge. "Well, go on."

Niall took his cue and got to work on Zayn's trousers. His hands were shaking so he went slowly. He finally got Zayn's zipper down and saw the curve of him in his pants. Niall didn't realize his mouth was watering until Zayn tapped his chin to shut his mouth with another fond laugh. Niall smiled shyly and let his finger trace the outline of him.

"Alright?" Zayn asked, so quiet he wasn't even sure he'd heard.

Niall was about to blow this, and not in a good way. He was so nervous that he was forgetting he was actually quite good at this. But the way Zayn was looking at him made him mumble, "I'm a bit nervous."

Zayn's face softened and a hand came up to cup his jaw. "Don't be. You are exquisite and I'm sure you'll do fine."

Exquisite? Well, if Niall wasn't blushing before, he surely was now. "I'm actually looking forward to this, but I hope I'm okay."

Zayn rubbed his thumb along Niall's warm cheek. "I have a feeling I'll have no problem coming if you're involved."

Niall bit his lip, calming his nerves. He just had to get started and then it would all come to him. He resolutely tugged on Zayn's bottoms until he lifted his hips off the bed so Niall could slide them down to his ankles. The blond's eyes felt heavy as he looked at Zayn, standing proud and flushed. He licked his lips and swallowed.

Zayn's hand slid from his cheek to his hair and he pulled him up as he ducked down until their lips met in the middle. Niall groaned into the kiss, the sound ringing out in the stone room. Zayn opened Niall's lips with his own and pushed his tongue inside. Niall hummed in delight and gripped Zayn's thin thigh under his pale fingers.

When Niall was about to have to pull back for air, Zayn did so, panting and smiling. "Lovely," he complimented reverently. Niall preened and slid both hands up Zayn's thighs to his cock. Zayn leaned back up and looked down as Niall's white skin matched up with Zayn's darker tone.

Niall gave a few slow, testing tugs to get a feel of him before asking, "Zayn?" When Zayn just loosed a stilted sound in acknowledgment, Niall nodded over Zayn's shoulder. "Lube? Please."

Zayn nodded shakily and laid back so he could reach, sitting back up and handing it to the young boy. "Your hands are soft," Zayn noted, voice already an octave lower.

"Thank you. I hope it feels good."

Zayn hummed and ran his fingers through Niall's hair. "Very."

Niall was overwhelmed with the need to please this powerful man. He drizzled lube over his palm and then down onto Zayn's tip, making him inhale sharply at the cold on his hot skin. "Sorry, sorry," Niall mumbled, but Zayn just shook his head and scratched lightly at Niall's scalp. Niall smoothed his fist over Zayn's head, then down his shaft, spreading the slick substance. He got a steady rhythm going before reaching his other hand up and massaging Zayn's balls in his palm.

Zayn stuttered a moan at that and rolled his hips. "Keep going," he ordered, voice low but heavy.

Niall picked up his pace and twisted his wrist during his glide. He brought his thumb up and pressed it across Zayn's tip, pulling a bead of precome from him. Zayn moaned again, louder, in pleasure as his fingers tightened in Niall's hair. Niall loved that response so he leaned forward and licked up the side of Zayn's shaft while he squeezed over his head.

Pineapple. Their lube tasted like pineapple. Unbelievable. They'd gotten lube in Niall's favorite flavor.

"God, Niall," Zayn grunted as his free hand came up to cup the back of Niall's neck. "Come on, baby," Zayn urged and pulled Niall down towards his leaking prick. Niall went easily, mouth closing over his protruding head quickly. Zayn groaned at the new warmth, both of his hands tightening on the boy.

Spurred on, Niall lowered down while he pumped the inches closest to Zayn's base. He kept his lips tight and his hand moving, praying desperately that he was good enough. Zayn's hand on his neck trailed down his shoulder and to his back. Niall pushed his tongue into Zayn's slit before moving down further, making Zayn scratch roughly at his back.

Niall moaned at the mark of ownership and power, sending vibrations through Zayn's body. "Yes," Zayn breathed. "Faster." Niall bobbed his head faster, moving his wet hand down to Zayn's sac while his other rubbed needy patterns into Zayn's hip. Zayn was pushing at Niall's throat now, and Niall couldn't get enough. He wanted Zayn to push him further, take him harder.

He lowered down more, choking on Zayn in his throat and making Zayn gasp and thrust up. Niall moaned, unabashed, and took him down again. "Niall," he moaned out. "I'm so close."

Niall hummed in approval and pressed his lips to Zayn's pelvis, breathing sharply through his nose and trying to hold back the tears. Zayn yanked hard on his hair and gave a last moan of Niall's name before shooting down his throat, cock twitching in Niall's mouth.

Niall swallowed his release and popped off, breathing hard and dazed. "Thank you," Niall panted.

Zayn laughed, light and carefree. "No, Niall, the pleasure was mine." He pulled Niall up onto the bed and down onto his chest, kissing him excitedly. When their kisses dissolved into giggles, Zayn let his head fall back on the bed. "You can all go home! I'm keeping him!" he shouted to the party outside their little cubical. Niall laughed and hid his face in Zayn's chest.

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As soon as I started this one I knew it'd be a multi-part. Three, maybe four. We'll see. Until then Xoxo

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