Page 2 of The Toymaker

Kit sat at the kitchen table with them to look over the contract. It gave him a general list of things that would be done to him during the next year. There were no safety words or signals, and he would accept whatever was decided. While he would have free time later, it could be taken away as further punishment if needed.

He was to obey Trig and Riju in all ways. They had to be addressed as Master without fail unless they specifically said otherwise. Either could punish him for any infraction, publicly or privately, and he had no say in how it was done. Others could use him if permitted by Trig. He also made all of the final decisions, and Riju had to accept them too since he was the secondary Master.

At the bottom was a space where Kit could write in a few things he didn’t like. That included being slapped in the face or spit on. One lover had done that to him, and their relationship hadn’t lasted long. Trig said he didn’t like that sort of thing, and neither did Riju, so they hadn't been planning on it anyway. Kit also didn't do anything involving privy activities, and Trig said they weren’t into that either.

Kit could help a little downstairs where they made stuff, although Trig and Riju would do most of the work. Kit would usually cook meals, clean the living quarters along with the shop area, and put away the laundry except for Riju’s since he put his own away. A laundress picked it up and brought it back, so actual washing wasn’t something he’d need to do. He’d be paid a small wage every month, and all of his basic needs would be met.

The only time he’d be allowed clothes was if he had to go into Raven’s Landing for any reason or if they went outside and it was cold. Otherwise, he’d be kept naked on the college grounds at all times. He’d wear a collar with lirek worked into it for the whole year, and that never came off either unless it needed to be cleaned or an issue came up.

Specifics weren’t mentioned, but the contract said he’d also have to learn to “deal” with Riju. Kit wasn’t sure what that meant, and he didn’t like the wording which made it seem as though Riju were a pest. Kit wasn’t allowed into Riju’s room unless he was specifically invited, and that wouldn’t happen, so it was a spot he didn’t have to worry about cleaning.

The entire time he’d been in the kitchen with them, Riju hadn’t torn his purple eyes away from Kit’s face. It had been a little unnerving considering he hadn’t said a word, and his expression was blank. Kit hoped he hadn't done anything to annoy him.

“Riju, I’ll watch the shop, and you can play with him first after he signs,” said Trig. “Fuck him or do whatever you want.”

Riju tilted his head. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Hell, yes,” Kit blurted. How could he not want it?

Riju squinted as Trig spoke. “What’s the hell yes?”

“I read it in a book set on Earth once,” replied Kit. “I thought it was funny, and it stuck with me. It's like…fuck yes! You can also use it with no.”

“Oh.” Trig chuckled. “It’s just a human saying, Riju. Also, you don’t have to ask Kit to fuck since he’s agreeing to stay, and he’s aware of what everything involves. Go downstairs and get the collar and the cock cage.”

Once Riju left, Kit figured he’d ask. “Um, what’s this bit with dealing with him?”

Trig hesitated. “Sometimes, he’ll probably seem quite…off. I'm sure you noticed already.”

“He stared a lot…is he mad at me?”

“No,” said Trig. “He's just checking you out, and maybe he’s decided he kind of likes you since he's been looking at you. I guess you could say he has a kind of mental illness. I don’t know what you’d call it. I’ve told him not to stare, but he’s stubborn. It’s that or he’ll barely look at people. He’s capable of working the counter, making toys, and whatnot. He keeps his own room neat too. If he gets upset for a reason that doesn’t make sense to you, I won’t have you yelling at him or anything.”

Why the fuck would Kit yell at him for growing upset?

“Not everyone gets it,” Trig said in response to Kit’s expression. “He’s not very good at socializing properly with strangers in general, and some seem put off by it. He is better now in some ways, but not everyone is willing to be patient. You can’t make fun of him.”

“Okay,” said Kit. “Even if I wasn’t your slave, I wouldn’t make fun of him.”

“I’m still warning you. He was here first, and his safety and wellness is a priority to me. Also, you’re to obey anything he says. The only one who can negate a command from him is me. We had a guy who only came over on weekends as our slave, and things were okay for a couple of months until he called Riju a retarded idiot right to his face. I had to end that relationship, and I’m not putting up with another who thinks they can say whatever to him.”

Riju’s footsteps in the hall approached, and he entered with the requested items to set them on the table. He sat in his chair again and tucked his legs under him while Trig unbuckled the collar. Riju reached into his blue coat and started fiddling with a small lump on his chest. Kit had no idea what he was hiding in there.

“Are you okay with the contract?” Trig asked as he held the collar. “Last chance.”

“Yes.” Kit had read the whole thing and had no other questions. He could also ask questions later if he needed clarification.

As soon as Kit wrote his name with the never-fill quill, Riju spoke. “Get on your knees.”

Furniture would be a treat from now on. Kit had fewer rights than a normal pleasure slave, although the contract had stated he wasn’t to ever speak of that. No safety words and not being permitted to break a contract were strictly forbidden in The Edge.

While he got on his knees, Trig pushed the contract over. Riju signed it, got down to crouch by Kit, and gave him yet another suspicious look as he adjusted his spectacles.

“Um…” Kit looked into his purple eyes and wondered why.

Maybe Riju wasn't entirely keen on sharing Trig, but he seemed to like the idea of a slave to fuck. Besides, bringing a third into a relationship is something they would have already discussed, and they’d done it before. Perhaps he was afraid Kit was going to call him retarded too.

“Do you want to see my toy?” Riju poked the lump in his coat.

He had a sex toy hidden under his coat? Why on Ymir’s dirt was he carrying it around in his coat?

“Uh, sure, Master.”

Riju carefully pulled out a cute little doll in a light brown dress. She had red yarn hair and a painted face. Riju held her by the hands so her feet touched the floor.

Kit realized “dealing” might mean he’d have to get used to someone who had interests that might seem odd for an adult. Not that Kit had anything against dolls. They were cute, and he used to have one until his fake Uncle told him to get rid of it when he was ten. He’d said ten was far too old to play with dolls or cry after being told to get rid of a silly toy.

Trig should have better worded that bit of the contract because Kit didn’t consider it to be dealing with someone. Liking dolls wasn't a big issue to him. Some people liked to dismantle pocket watches to see how they worked. Other thought puzzles were fun. Maybe Riju wasn’t the only adult who enjoyed dolls.

“Red is one of my favorites,” said Riju.

Kit realized he meant the doll was named Red.

“She’s not my absolute favorite, and you can’t touch that one,” Riju said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I won’t, Master,” Kit hastily promised.

“Riju, I doubt he cares about your damn dolls,” came Trig’s impatient voice as he folded the contract. “Nobody your age wants dolls, and you won’t find Kit secretly trying to play with them.”

Riju appeared so hurt for a second, Kit spoke again. “Red’s really cute, Master. I like her.”

“Kit, put your hands behind your head and spread your knees,” said Trig.

Riju gave him a delighted smile and set the doll on the edge of the chair Kit had been sitting on. “She can sit with you since you like her.”

Trig came around with the cock cage while Kit positioned himself.

The cock cage looked pretty normal. Kit’s dick wouldn’t have that much room to grow, and the bars were cold as it went on.

“The leather is treated to stay clean and not be damaged by sweat or water,” said Trig. “The leatherworker up the road is quite skilled. Still, be careful to clean your skin underneath it. If you do have any kind of issue with it, you're to immediately tell me.”

“I will, Master.”

The leather strap went under Kit’s balls, came around the front, and buckled. A tiny lock went through the buckle, and the strap wasn't too tight. The cage was on, and Kit was stuck with it for a year. It didn’t feel any different even though it was spelled.

“Master, am I supposed to feel anything at all?”

Trig shook his head as he straightened and reached for the lirek collar. “No, it’s like any other. If you put it on again when I take it off after a year, then you’ll feel the difference.”

“Will you tell me how you made it, Master?”

“Yeah, but not today.”

“Can I fuck him now?” Riju asked once Kit was collared.

“Do whatever you want to him,” said Trig. “Punish him well if he slips up in any way, shape, or form. Remember, he’s not a submissive like you, Riju. I won’t tolerate disobedience from him.”

“I know. You told me this already, and this isn’t the first time we’ve had a slave.”

“I'm just making sure. I have to reopen the shop now.”

Riju jumped up and hurried for the doorway. “Stay there, Kit.”

Trig leaned down toward Kit who hadn’t moved from his spot. “I don’t like his doll obsession because they’re rather creepy to me, and he’s too old for them. It doesn't mean you can insult his toys. He must like you a lot already for whatever reason if he left one by you. I don't know why and don't make him regret it. Remember, if you’re cruel to him, I won’t kick you out. I’ll beat your ass so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a month. Riju was here first, and don’t you ever forget it.”

Kit quailed at the expression on Trig’s face. “I won’t, Master.”

“I’m trying to make him better. He was quite different when I first got him, and I’ve put a lot of work into helping him. Don’t mess it up. Another thing: I know you can’t fuck him with the cage on, but if you two are ever playing around together, don’t try to pin him down or stick a finger in his rear.”

“I won’t, Master.”

"And if he tells you to stop anything, it means to stop."

Once Trig left, Riju returned after a minute with leather cuffs. He set them on the floor as he crouched and practically got into Kit’s face.

“I’m not stupid,” he said. “I can read.”

“I figured you could.” Most people knew how to read, including Kit, so he wasn’t sure why Riju would assume Kit thought he'd be unable.

“I’m not stupid,” Riju insisted again as if he thought the slave had doubts. “I know what I like and what I want. I know what the rules are for you, and you won’t be able to trick me. I will also punish you if you disobey.”

“I understand, Master,” said Kit.

Riju peered at him for a long moment. “Lie on your stomach. Put your hands behind your back.”

Kit lay on his stomach and put his hands behind him so the leather cuffs could be buckled on and hooked together. Since they'd be stricter while he was trained at first, it seemed no time would be wasted in trying him out either.

“Are you fucking me on the kitchen floor, Master?” asked Kit.

“Why not? Trig and I have done it in every room. Sex doesn't always have to be in a bed or just a certain room.”

Kit couldn't argue with that. It was kind of exciting since fucking on the kitchen floor seemed rather naughty, although he couldn’t quite articulate why.

Riju took off his coat, vest, trousers, and drawers, but he left on his linen shirt. He straddled Kit and leaned down to rest his weight on his back for a minute. Kit had thought they’d get to the fucking part right away since Riju had appeared eager, but he seemed more interested in simply feeling his slave against him.

“You’re pretty,” Riju whispered. “I like your hair.”

Kit felt a little glow of pleasure at the sweetness although he didn't think his sandy hair was anything special. “So are you, Master. Your hair is prettier.”

“You forgot to call me Master when you told me you figured I could read.”

The silence grew heavy. Shit. Kit hadn't even noticed.

“I’ll chain you up outside for your punishment once I’m done fucking you. If you forget again, you’ll get extra lashings. Trig’s not going to like it either.”

Kit squeezed his eyes shut. Damn it. Five minutes, and he’d forgotten an important rule. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Don't forget it in the future. Right now, I’m going to fuck you.” Riju fiddled with a piece of Kit’s hair and suddenly giggled. “Kit in a cage.”

Even with the prospect of a public whipping, Kit snorted since it was an accurate term. Riju adjusted himself, and Kit stiffened when the head brushed his hole, thinking Riju meant to dry fuck him, but he relaxed when he felt wetness. Some fairies had the ability to make copious amounts of thick pre-cum on demand to lubricate their sexual partners. The texture was slightly different and worked well.

Riju slipped a finger in and stretched Kit while adding more of his pre-cum when needed. After the second and third finger, Kit already wanted the cage off, and he moaned when the head of Riju’s cock stretched his rim.

Riju worked himself in and let out more pre-cum to ease the way until he was fully sheathed. Kit was tempted to try to rub himself on the floor, not that it would help his caged cock.

It was going to be a long year.

Riju paused and tensed like he wanted to thrust hard and fast but was controlling himself to make sure the slave could accommodate him. Kit lay still as his new Master started moving. Riju had a big cock, but he’d sufficiently stretched and lubricated him enough. Still, he wished they’d been allowed to fuck beforehand. He should have thought to ask because maybe they would have granted him a last orgasm.

Perry had been more on the small side, and sex had still been fine since how a man fucked was more important than the size of his dick. Kit still wished he could cum on the thick cock of the red-haired fairy who had called him pretty.

Riju pinned his shoulders down as his thrusts grew vigorous. Kit clenched around him just to hear him hiss.

“Fuck. Your ass is tight.”

Riju leaned down, and his hair brushed Kit’s face as he was hugged and fucked from behind. If only he could get hard and cum. He felt wetness on the tip of his cock and knew he had to be leaking a little fluid. It only grew worse when Riju nibbled the edge of his ear which sent a thrill straight to his dick.

"Master,” Kit gasped as Riju’s breathing quickened in his ear. He must have been close. Even if he couldn’t cum on his Master’s cock, at least he could have his cum.

“What?” Riju said in a strained voice.

“Please fill my ass with your cum, Master.”

Riju didn’t answer but pounded Kit’s hole like his life depended on it before he stiffened and groaned against his back. Even though Kit couldn’t get off, he always loved the feeling of the other cumming and knowing they were experiencing those few seconds of utter bliss.

Cum filled Kit’s bowels as his new Master emptied himself. Riju stilled against his back, and Kit was left wanting. Forced chastity wasn't his favorite activity, but there was something erotic about being used like a hole and not much else.

This would be his life for the next year. Whoever used him would find release, and he’d get none. His desires mattered little, and he still had to focus on pleasing them.

Riju remained still and was probably simply enjoying the afterglow. Kit was still partly reveling in the pretty comment since Perry hadn’t been one to say that sort of thing. He made a slight noise of pleasure as his new Master kissed his shoulder.

“Pretty Kit.”

Riju likely wouldn’t even whip him that hard. With the cuddles and compliments, he was probably too sweet for such a thing.