Page 1 of The Toymaker

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“Get out! I said you’re not staying!”

Kit fell on his rear in the dirt outside, and his pack came flying after him. “I said I’ll behave! I won’t-”

Perry stood in the doorway with his lip curled. “You never listen for long, so why should I believe you now? You don’t even want to get out when I say so. I knew you were going to make a fuss, and I'm done.”

Kit had tried to ask why when Perry had been hauling him toward the door. Of course, he didn’t want to be made to leave so abruptly with barely a minute of notice.

“Please don’t make me go.” Kit couldn’t help it as he started to sob. “Why would you throw me out like this? At least talk-”

“I don’t want a brat. I’ve already said this, but you don’t pay attention. I want someone who actually listens and does what he’s told! I've had enough, and it's over between us. You've known the rules, and I'm tired of this nonsense.”

“Give me one more chance!” Kit wiped his eyes and scrambled to get on his knees as he looked up at Perry. The glare he received said there would be no more chances. “Please! I’ll try really hard.”

Perry leaned against the doorframe and pursed his lips. “I’ll tell you what. If you can last a year at the toymaker, I’ll take you back.”

Kit scrunched his eyebrows together. “What?”

“Do you remember the notice we saw last week?”

“Um, yeah.” Kit swiped at his damp cheek. Perry had pointed it out, but he couldn’t remember much of what it said because he hadn't considered it important.

“If you can last a year and learn how to behave and have self-control, I’ll take you back for a month and see how you do. You can stay if you’re suitable.”

Kit nearly gaped at him. “But-”

“The first thing out of your mouth is a complaint!”

“You’d only take me back after a whole year?!”

“It’s that, or it’s nothing. If you want to be a pleasure slave, you have to learn how to act like one and obey. I shouldn't have to train one beyond a couple of simple things, and I don’t see how you could start to forget things after six months or have issues with keeping a cage on until I say otherwise. Maybe someone else who’s willing to put up with you for a year can whip you into shape and beat out the defiance.”

The door slammed, and Kit was left in the dirt as the welts on his back stung thanks to the rough handling he’d just received. His last whipping had been for punishment, and he’d been given a little time to heal.

He hadn’t been told he’d be kicked out afterward. The morning had started like usual, and Kit hadn’t known Perry was packing his things when he’d been doing the breakfast dishes.

Kit knew he had deserved the punishment because he had disappointed his Master again. Over and over, he’d told himself he’d do better. Punishment always made him learn before, and he thought he could since his previous relationships had always gone well.

He didn't understand what was wrong in his head lately. It was his fault. He knew that much.

The dirt road led toward Raven’s Landing. Perry hated living in the city itself since he said it was too noisy, and his house wasn't that far. The weedy fields along the side of the road were empty except for a yellow chuckle chickie giggling to itself as it swooped around. Kit trudged along since it wasn’t like he had anything else to do.

A flock of ravens flew overhead as he rubbed his bare neck. He’d worn a collar for the past year to remind him of his place. The one Perry had given Kit had been made with lirek which meant his magic had been suppressed.

Kit focused and brought his fire to his palm. Being forbidden their own magic was used as a form of humiliation for some pleasure slaves, not that he’d truly been embarrassed by it. The dancing orange fire didn’t make him happy, and he snuffed it out.

There was nothing like being owned full-time, and Perry had said he’d been thinking about marriage in their future. Perhaps two or three years. Kit had messed it up like an idiot. He couldn’t even say why since he’d been mostly good for the first six months after he’d signed the contract. It was after that he’d started going downhill even though the rules hadn’t been hard.

A purple and yellow theybug landed on his arm to crawl along.

“Even you probably think I'm a failure,” said Kit.

The bug flew away.

“Figures.”

When he entered the edge of the city, he paused on the side of the street to be out of the way of people walking and horses trotting by. While Kit hadn’t grown up in Raven’s Landing, he’d been around for a couple of years and knew where to go for the most part. He could look at the noticeboard right then, but he wasn’t in the mood.

Raven’s Landing had plenty of inns. Unfortunately, most were too expensive to stay in for long, and Kit wasn’t about to drain his savings. He chose a cheap one that thankfully had clean sheets. He spent a week doing mostly nothing except sitting around and stewing in his failures.

He needed the time to finish healing and not look like a sad sack so the toymaker would take him. Coming in with marks from his last owner's punishment was a bad idea.

He also had to think about what would happen if he wasn’t taken on. What if the toymaker didn’t want him for a reason Kit couldn't control? He would never have a chance to get back with Perry, and the thought made him dissolve in tears on his bed. How could he have turned into such a failure?

He felt like he could manage himself decently after a week, and the welts were healed, so he finally left the inn. The loss still stung, and he figured having something to focus on could help. He had a chance to not be such a disappointment, and he better not waste it. He bought a spinach bun from a stall to eat as he walked.

The notice board in the center of a green to one side of the city was covered with bits of parchment. Some were so old, the writing couldn’t be made out anymore. Kit inched around a fairy with his spread burgundy wings blocking half of the damn board. Rude. He needed to go stretch his wings elsewhere.

What if the job had already been filled? Kit scanned the notices until he found the right one. The fact it was still there meant little since plenty of people didn’t bother to take them down later.

The toymaker didn’t make soft animals and dolls for little children to play with. That was easy enough to tell right away since his shop was located in The Edge. The college, only partly named that since it was on the edge of the city, dealt in all manner of sexual things. If any person wanted to learn how to safely wield an implement, a toy, dominate, submit, or any other number of things, they could go there. Since the grounds held more shops, rooms to stay in, various businesses, and a couple of taverns, it was almost like a whole town within the city.

Kit read what the toymaker wanted while he finished his bun. The pay was low, which made sense considering he’d have food and a roof over his head. Part of what was required made him want to say no, but Perry didn’t like his bratty streak. If someone wanted to be a pleasure slave, their first instinct shouldn’t be to say no when something was wanted of them unless it was harmful.

Maybe once he was the toymaker’s slave, all of the faults that had cropped up in him could be forced out. Perry hadn’t been averse to punishing him, but Kit needed someone to force him to behave and use an even firmer hand. Perhaps the brattiness could be whipped out of him if combined with the requirement.

The notice said punishment would be administered for any disobedience, and he’d be responsible for fulfilling all of the sexual needs of the toymaker and his apprentice. Anyone who applied needed a decent pain tolerance along with the willingness to be shared and used by strangers at certain times. They also needed to be prepared to do basic work such as cooking and cleaning. It wasn’t for someone with no experience in being a pleasure slave or anyone looking for a quick job.

The final requirement was also non-negotiable.

Kit had no problem with the other stuff, and he enjoyed being used in that fashion. The last requirement wasn’t his favorite thing, but he could deal with it. A year wasn’t forever. He made his way through the busy streets toward the east side. Raven’s Landing would be holding a fair quite soon, and he wanted to go. He likely wouldn’t since he’d possibly be tied up with other commitments.

He let out a giggle at his private joke, and a cat fairy at a stall selling libby leaf pies gave him an odd look, not that Kit cared. Couldn’t someone laugh if they thought of something funny? Who cared if he was by himself?

The lord’s Castle was on the south end, and he had a better view of it as he hurried over the largest stone bridge spanning the wide river that cut the city in half. Docks were farther north along with the fish market. Ravens flew overhead, and a cloud of gulls rose into the sky from the riverside.

If the toymaker wouldn’t take him, Kit would tell Perry and beg for a last chance. If the answer was no, he would have to get a regular job and find a place to live. His heart sank at the idea as he walked by a stall with a man using his fire magic to cook meat on skewers.

The Edge had a set of massive gates that were left open, and a couple of guards hung around the small stone building just inside. Anybody could come in except for children, of course. Kit was obviously a grown-up, so the guards didn’t pay much attention to him.

For a moment, he could have almost pretended he was in the normal part of the city. The first few buildings were innocent. One was to sign up for lessons and demonstrations, and a person could pay fees including rent if they wished to live in one of the dorm buildings. A few were for instructors and teachers. Another was for shopkeepers to renew their licenses and pay the rent for their business.

Beyond them and farther in, he spotted a man chained in a square frame while someone practiced on him with a whip. The ragged, bleeding cut on the victim’s lower back said the wielder was new to using the whip on a live person, and he’d messed up earlier.

Since the victim was enduring more lashes, that meant he was a prisoner. They didn’t get to say no to anything, were used for live practice by those who hadn’t mastered the whip, and were generally treated like dirt.

A rope strung on little wooden posts marked off the area so nobody accidentally got too close to the student holding the whip. An instructor in a blue shirt told the student to adjust his positioning again and called for another ten lashes. The prisoner tried to beg through the gag strapped into his mouth as he pulled on the chains keeping his limbs spread.

Nobody cared about his misery, and the whip licked across his abused back once more. Kit didn’t like the justice system there or how the King let his lords have too much leeway when deciding things for their holds. At the same time, he couldn’t feel sorry for him either since those who suffered the bullwhip lessons were guilty of serious crimes. The prisoner was either a murderer or a rapist. Or perhaps both.

The sounds of the whip cracking faded as he hurried on. Wooden signs by certain buildings listed teachers and what classes were held there. Besides sexual lessons, students could also learn things like math and history since there was no other school for higher education in the area. He passed a pagoda where in the shade, a class on safe suspension was being taught.

Kit came to the edge of a tiny garden. Beyond the flowerbeds and rose bushes, a young man in a sky-blue brocade coat and red-rimmed spectacles rested on a bench with his legs tucked under him. His long, red hair caught Kit's attention, and he slowed.

Good Elira, hair that long must have taken a while to grow out, and such a vivid red was rather rare among fairies. He held an item that Kit couldn’t quite see, and he hastily tucked it in his coat like it was something he shouldn’t have when he noticed he was being watched. The sun reflecting off of his spectacles made it impossible to see his eyes or tell what color they were.

Kit hastily averted his gaze and walked away, although he could still feel the man’s gaze on him. He shouldn’t have been staring like an idiot. Uncle had told him before because he’d tended to stop and gawp at things. He hadn’t noticed a badge on the man’s coat, so it was hard to tell if he was a student or not. Oh, well. It was none of his business.

Signs pointed out where to go in general, and he made his way to the shop side. Despite being there once before and the signs, he still managed to go around in a circle. Eventually, he found High Street and passed a tea shop. Through the open door, he spotted a naked woman kneeling by a man seated at a table.

While no classes were held in the shopping area, it wasn’t unusual to see nude pleasure slaves. People couldn’t go around Raven’s Landing naked, but at the college, no one cared. A slave could even be punished or used in the open.

The uphill walk slowed him down as he passed a ropemaker, someone who sold gold collars that could be engraved with names, a jeweler, and a bookshop with a sign promising he’d never find a better selection of naughty books. Finally, he saw the place he wanted.

The sign for Pleasure and Play hung on an iron rod that stuck out. He passed a woman leading a naked man dressed like a puppy on a lead and entered through the glass door with gold lettering. A painted sign with the word “open” hung on the inside.

A bell tinkled above him, and Kit squinted around at the shelves. Fake phalluses, gags, nipple clamps, shackles, leather cuffs, ropes, harnesses, chains, lightning channelers, crops, whips, paddles, and a few things Kit wasn’t even sure of lined the shelves. A couple of wooden horses sat to one side.

A man who looked to be around forty came from a doorway behind the counter. “Hello. Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Uh, hi. I’m here for the job if it's still available. I saw your notice.”

“Oh, that. I don’t have anybody yet. Did you read the whole thing?”

Kit nodded. “Yes.”

“What year were you born in?”

“1662,” Kit replied. What an odd question. Why not simply ask for his age? “I’m twenty-three.”

“Do you have experience as a pleasure slave?”

“Yes.”

The man came out from behind the counter to approach and lock the door. The other side of the sign said “closed” and he flipped it. “I asked what year you were born because anyone can fib about their age. If you ask their birth year, it can kind of trip them up if they’re lying. They try to think back, and the hesitation is noticeable.”

“Oh! I get it now. I did think it was rather odd.”

“I don’t want anyone younger than twenty-one because they’ll probably barely have any experience. You realize this is for a year, right?”

“Yes.” Kit tried to look sure of himself as the man faced him. "I was with my last owner for nearly a year.”

“You can call me Trig for now. I haven't had much interest. Do you want the job?”

“Yeah, and-”

Trig swept back his mop of dark hair and gestured with his other hand. “Strip.”

Kit widened his eyes. “Er-”

“I said to strip.”

“We haven’t talked about much yet.”

Trig narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t decided to take you yet either. This job isn’t for the weak since you’ll have two Masters, and you’ll be shared or used for demonstrations. I occasionally teach too if a regular teacher is out sick or can’t come in for whatever reason. You’ll also be in total submission every day while wearing a cock cage. I don’t feel like wasting my time with people who can’t even obey a simple order to start with. If you're not serious about it, you can leave.”

Kit hadn’t been trying to be a brat. He didn’t normally get naked for people he hadn’t even known for three minutes. He thought about Perry and how he needed to learn proper obedience, so he started removing his clothes while Trig watched him.

Trig took each piece of clothing and his pack before he snapped his fingers. The signal was pretty common, and Kit promptly got on his hands and knees.

“Crawl and follow me.”

Kit crawled after him. Beyond the doorway was a short hall, and the first room on the left was an office. It was neat and tidy with a desk, a few wide armchairs, a couch, and a couple of paintings of nature scenes on the wall. On the wall behind the desk was an erotic portrait from the back of a guy on his knees in red rope bondage. A crystal lantern hung from the ceiling.

Trig set the items on the desk and sat on the small couch by the wall before regarding Kit who stayed on his hands and knees a couple of feet away since he hadn’t been ordered to rise. “Kit, who owned you? Was it someone from around here?”

“Perry Touton. He lives just outside of the city.”

Trig rubbed his chin. “I don’t think I know him. What does he do?”

“He’s a scribe and record-keeper for the lord.” Perry had once said the lord’s handwriting was rubbish.

“Ah. How long were you his pleasure slave again?”

“Almost a year. I’ve done it for periods with others too, but I didn't live with them. I lived with Perry. With the rest, we’d go to each other’s home, and sometimes, I’d stay for a few days depending.”

“I’ve had pleasure slaves, and I’ve also had submissives. We've had a few pleasure slaves here at the shop too for short periods. Do you have experience with pain and bondage? I can’t deal with someone who whines over a spanking.”

“I have a pretty good tolerance, and I’ve had experience with bondage and whips. I'm a bit of a painslut as long as there's no blood.”

“Do you need pain to get off?”

“No.”

“I don't do blood either. What about being shared and used in public?”

“I haven’t done that as much, and it's not something I need, but I do like it.”

“Have you ever done a gang bang?”

“Once. I liked it.”

“So if I used you in a demonstration and let the students have you afterward, you’d be okay with it?” asked Trig. “It wouldn’t be a frequent thing. Depending on what I teach, it might happen.”

Being the focal point in such an activity with everyone using him at once was exciting, and he nodded. “I’d be fine with it.”

“And if you were being trained, and I decided to put you outside with a free sign, you’d like that? It would only be while I’m training you.”

“I like being used as my owner sees fit even if it means pleasuring someone else.”

Trig nodded. “All right. I think you'll work. You’ll have to meet my apprentice first. He went out for a walk since it was slow, and we didn’t have much to do today. We’ve been together for several years, and he’s my submissive. He likes dominating too, so having a third sometimes works out for us.” The bell tinkled, the front door slammed, and Trig glanced up. “Oh, that’s him. You can meet Riju now, but watch what you say around him.”

“Er, what am I not supposed to say?”

“Just…pretend he’s normal. He’ll be your Master too if I take you, and he’ll have nearly as much power as me, so you better treat him with respect.”

“Okay.”

“Riju, we’re in here.”

Kit wanted more clarification. Boots came down the hall, and it turned out Riju was the same man from the garden. Up close, Kit could see his red hair came to his rear. His eyes were purple, and he wore red-rimmed spectacles. His sky-blue coat seemed brighter with his loose hair, and his skin was a tanned color.

Dear Elira. This man would be Kit’s other Master, and he’d get to submit to him too? Kit’s heart quickened a bit since he’d always liked redheads, and while Trig wasn't ugly, Riju was absolutely gorgeous.

Kit flushed because it was his turn to be stared at, and he was naked. Riju didn’t seem impressed since his face was blank.

“Hi,” said Kit.

“He’s here for the position,” said Trig. “This is Kit. Kit, this is Riju.”

“Oh.” Riju immediately went to lay across Trig’s lap on his stomach, and he gave Kit a suspicious look.

Trig poked his shoulder. “You're supposed to say hello.”

“Hello.”

Trig patted his back. “Did you lock the door?”

“Mhm.” Riju turned his head away.

“Kit, do you have family here? If you’re going to be away for a year and need to tell anyone or come up with an excuse…”

Kit tried not to fidget. “Er, I don’t have anybody. My Father sold me when I was six, so-”

“Excuse me?” Trig’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair.

“It wasn’t like that.” Kit sometimes forgot what people would initially think when they first heard the story. “The guy who bought me was kind of like my Uncle, he gave me a place to stay, and I had to help around the shop when I was older. It wasn’t a bad deal.”

Trig tilted his head. “He used you for free labor, and it wasn't a bad deal?”

“It’s not like I was slaving away all day in rags and starved or anything. I got to go to school and have friends. I just had to lie and say he was my Uncle, and I didn’t get paid for working the shop as a teenager, but I always had enough to eat and decent clothes. I even had toys as a kid. A lot of teenagers and kids don’t get paid for working at the family business.”

“But why on Ymir’s dirt did your Father sell you?”

“The crop failed two years in a row because of storms, and gorvin mold kept growing on whatever was left,” said Kit. “We lived on the edge of the Glasswood Kingdom. We had poor relief, but it didn’t help when Father drank nearly every coin we had, and he was meaner than a boar.”

He still remembered always being hungry and how Father would kick him around while calling him stupid. Mother had often ignored him and seemed downtrodden by her life and marriage, although it wasn’t much of an excuse to let her child be treated so roughly. She'd always done whatever Father said, and Kit was sure she knew and didn’t argue when he was one day taken to a man outside of town and sold for a few coins.

Father probably spent them on booze instead of food. Kit had been treated more like a roommate than a son by the guy who had bought him. At least he hadn’t been hungry anymore, and his new Uncle hadn’t yelled at him when he cried a lot in the first few days, confused and overwhelmed by the drastic change in his life.

“This guy randomly adopted you, except he paid?” asked Trig. “That’s…I don’t think I’ve heard of that.”

Kit shrugged. “Kind of. He felt sorry for me and decided I’d have it better with him. My Father approached him at the tavern, and what if he’d said no? Father would have found someone else, and they might have been horrible. I guess he felt like he couldn't walk away.”

“All right, I can see that.”

“I always had enough to eat, and I didn’t get smacked around anymore. The business ended up failing when I was fifteen, and Uncle was getting too old to deal with it or take care of anyone, so he gave me some money and told me to find my own way since I was grown enough and could take care of myself. Since then, I’ve moved around and worked odd jobs, and when I was older, I grew interested in heavy kink. I’ve had lovers who kept me as a pleasure slave for short periods, and Perry kept me for almost a year.”

“Was a year agreed on, or did you leave for another reason?”

“I was supposed to stay, but I was let go.”

“What for?”

Kit bit his lip. Two people parting after an agreed time or simply deciding that it wasn’t going to work out long-term was one thing. Being kicked out was another. “I…had a tendency to be a brat about certain things. Perry wants a slave who does as he’s told in all ways at all times. I was good for about six months.”

“How did you disobey?”

“If he put a cock cage on me, he wouldn't lock it and wanted me to simply accept it. I’d end up playing with myself in secret after a few days because the opportunity was there. He’d punish me for it, and I didn’t like disappointing him. I love pleasing the other, but I think I kept being a brat because he wouldn’t truly force me to behave. I asked him to lock the cage to make me obey, and he didn’t want to. He said I had to want to obey and just do it. I used to, and I don’t know what happened. I also stopped cleaning as well as I was supposed to, and I'd even forget stuff like folding his clothes. I talked back a few times too.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a bratty streak in some ways if both are into that,” said Trig. “Riju can be a little bit of a brat at times, which I don’t mind, but he’s generally well-behaved overall. He has…issues, and I’m helping him be better. He was my apprentice here at first, and when things changed, he became my submissive. It’s mostly in the bedroom, and there aren't many rules for him. If you and Perry’s preferences clashed or you hate cleaning, he should have thought about that before he accepted you.”

“I want to learn self-control,” said Kit. “I was good at first. I don't hate cleaning either.”

“Do you like being a brat?” asked Trig. “Some people might find they like it after a time. If you need that in a relationship and aren’t satisfied with anything else, we won’t work out. Mistakes happen, and I’ll punish you as needed, but it’s so you learn. When I have a slave, I expect obedience and not someone who forgets or refuses to do basic stuff.”

“I’d rather learn to be a good slave who can obey. Being a brat isn’t my thing at all. If I can learn to be a good pleasure slave, Perry will take me back. Truly, I don't want to be a brat, and I never did before. I just couldn't seem to behave after a while.”

Trig hesitated for a long moment as he kept stroking Riju who was completely limp and must have been enjoying the touch. Kit wasn’t sure what Trig meant by Riju having “issues.” Maybe he was shy around new people?

“In the future, I’d say you should find someone else. Someone you work better with, I mean, but it’s not my place to tell you what to do in that regard. If you want to be made to behave, I’ll definitely make you. I’m strict, and I think after a year with me, you’ll be an obedient slave. If you’re disobedient and keep acting up, I’ll reduce what little freedoms you’d normally be allowed until you have no option but to behave.”

“All right.”

“The thing is, if you agree to this, you’ll be in a cock cage for a year. It’ll be locked, and it will never come off during that time. No matter how good you are, you won’t be permitted orgasms. Also, once you agree and sign, you won’t be permitted to back out for any reason.”

Kit had never heard of a pleasure slave who wouldn’t be allowed to break his contract or verbal agreement and leave. If they weren’t permitted to go, it was like real slavery which was illegal in the Kingdom of Eveningwood, except for Raven’s Landing, since the worst criminals were permitted for practice in the Edge. That could technically be counted as slavery. No one was allowed to buy, sell, or keep a person as a slave.

If he agreed to it, and nobody knew, no one would get in trouble, right? It wasn’t like they’d snatched him off the street and forced him into the role. It would also make him stick with it which was what he needed.

“Okay.”

“For my experiment to work, there are no safety words or signals either,” added Trig.

There hadn’t been any safety words or signals with Perry either, which was typically considered quite dangerous and a huge no-no, but Kit had never felt truly endangered.

Riju made a slight noise as if annoyed, and Trig sighed as he looked down. “We already talked about this. It’d only be for our slave, not you, and you know he’d be entirely safe. We’re not monsters.”

“That’s fine, but why do you need someone to wear a cock cage for a year?” asked Kit.

“There's a new type,” said Trig. “Cock cages are to keep the submissive or slave's dick under their Master’s control. It also gives them the desire to please more and focus on their owner's pleasure since they won’t receive an orgasm. All of their energy is put toward pleasing their Master.”

Unless they took it off like Kit.

“A typical one can be quite humbling, and it can even make the wearer feel more needy and willing to do whatever they’re told. When a man doesn’t have control over his penis, erections, or orgasms, it makes him much more dependent on his Master. This one is spelled and requires a year to work. If it works and absorbs the sexual energy like it’s supposed to, the cock cage will hold that desperation in a way. Does that make sense?”

“Kinda.”

“If anyone wears it afterward, they’ll be desperate for relief and kept in a state of constant mental desire until their Master decides to take it off.”

“Oh.” Kit blinked. “It sounds…harsh.” And not exactly like his favorite thing to do.

Trig snorted. “The slave would have to learn to deal with it and please their Master anyway with no release if he decides to keep it on. The mental torment would be a bit rough but good for punishment, teaching slaves better self-control, or simply to make a Master happy. I got the spell and the design from another toymaker in Glibly who was about to retire. He had no apprentice or anyone to take over his shop, so he decided to sell the spell to me before he closed up. Since a spell like this takes so long for it to fully work, I can’t have you backing out after eleven months or whatever and wasting all of that time. I’d have to find someone else and start over again.”

Kit nodded. “Makes sense. Does it actually work? He’s tried it?”

“Yes, he tried it on someone who was willing.”

“Where’s that cock cage?”

“The guy he tested it on ran off with it later.” Trig rolled his eyes. “He’s likely already sold it to someone. The lord said he’ll give me money to produce more as long as I can prove this one works. Sometimes, his wife likes to keep him in chastity, so I’m sure he’d buy one. Erm, don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“I won’t.”

“If it works on him, I could teach others and sell the spell. He’ll invest money to help the business. It'd be a lengthy process to make more, but worth it.”

Money was on the line, and so while playing with no safe word and no way out could be dangerous, it made sense for this situation. Besides, forced slavery would be good for Kit. One year, and he could go back to Perry and be a good pleasure slave. One who did whatever he was told.

“If you accept, maybe afterward, you’d like to try out the cage once it’s ready,” said Trig. “Just for a couple of days.”

“I could do that,” said Kit.

“As for your time here, when we're not sexually using you, you’d clean up or help around the shop. Customers would also be able to test items on you. You can read the contract and see if you agree. Everything's in there. Does that sound okay so far?”

Kit nodded. “Yes.”