Page 5 of The Toymaker

Riju snorted as he eyed Kit. “You look funny with two dicks.”

Trig chuckled as he looked at Kit standing by the side of the bed. “You do.”

Even Kit had to laugh at himself. Trig wanted to get fucked by him, and since Kit wouldn’t be allowed out of the cage, he had to wear a fake phallus. Trig had stretched and oiled himself, and Riju had helped Kit deal with the straps that went around his upper thighs and waist so the phallus would stay on.

Kit had never worn such a thing before. He’d also never been dominated by a guy who wanted to bottom during sex.

Trig rolled over and shifted with a pillow under his hips. “Come on. Pound my ass into the bed.”

“I never thought someone who owns me would say that, Master.”

Kit climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself before he lined up the head to Trig’s hole. Even while fucking someone else, he wouldn’t be able to cum, and it was like another show of ownership. Riju immediately got behind him.

“Just don’t break my ass, you two,” said Trig.

Kit couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you should have picked a bigger phallus, Master.”

“I’d rather not have my asshole ruined.”

Kit slipped in a couple of inches and waited until Riju worked the head of his cock in. The oiling and stretching had already been done for him too, and once Riju was fully sheathed in Kit, he slipped the rest of the phallus into Trig. He’d never been in the middle of a three-way fuck like this. He knew he had to be careful since he couldn’t feel anything with his cock, and the phallus was stiffer compared to a real one. Trig would shift if needed or speak up.

Riju slipped his hands around Kit and stroked his chest as he started to move, and Kit tried to get in rhythm. It grew easier after a minute to align their movements. With Riju behind him, it was almost like Kit was an extended toy for him to fuck Trig with.

It was strangely erotic that he could be screwed and used to get off his main Master at the same time. He didn’t have to worry about the double stimulation getting him too excited or worry about holding back his orgasm. All he had to do was focus on their pleasure.

Kit braced his hands on either side of Trig who gripped the sheets as another thrust made Kit’s phallus disappear inside of him. Riju kissed the back of his Kit’s back and twisted one of his nipples.

“Squeeze,” he ordered, and Kit clenched around his cock. “Elira, you’re so tight.”

“I wish I could say the same thing about Trig, Master,” Kit said.

“Do it anyway. He likes it.”

“I can’t feel him, Master.” It felt rather like lying.

“Tell me how tight my ass is,” Trig growled as he flexed his hips and moved his ass up a little to meet another thrust. “Do it, and maybe we’ll let you do this again and cum in me when the cage comes off.”

“Your ass is so tight, Master! It’s like a fucking glove.”

It was easier to keep it aligned and focus on Riju’s movements since he was doing most of the work. Trig’s erect cock had to be rubbing on the bed and his stomach, although Kit couldn’t see it. Riju’s thrusts grew harder, and Trig moaned as Kit’s movements quickened.

Riju twisted his nipple again. “You're such a pretty slave. You like making him feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

Somehow, Kit had never felt less dominant while his own neglected cock leaked fluid and bounced in the cage.

Trig let out a strange sound as he tensed. “Faster. I'm cumming.”

Riju made Kit thrust harder as he picked up the pace. Trig clutched at the blankets and groaned as he came. Kit wished he could feel the squeezing as Riju shuddered behind him. Trig seemed about done when Riju rammed himself to the hilt. Kit almost forgot about Trig for a moment as the other fairy’s breathing in his ear quickened, and he felt a light prick of pain as Riju gently bit his shoulder. Kit clenched around his cock.

“Fuuuck.” Riju jerked, and Kit moaned as his ass was filled with cum.

Riju breathed heavily as he grabbed his hips to gently pull him back enough so the phallus slipped out of Trig. Kit squeezed again to milk him, and Riju hissed as he remained buried in the slave’s ass.

Trig rolled over on his side and sighed. “I’d still prefer it if Riju fucked me, but I liked it. No offense. What about you, Kit? Did you like it?”

Kit hesitated. Was he supposed to be truthful?

“You can be honest,” said Trig.

“I wouldn’t say using a fake dick is my favorite even though I liked pleasing you, Master. I’m used to both parties feeling the sex if that makes sense, so I don’t think this is something I’d pick to do on my own, Master.”

“I see what you mean. I’d rather have a real cock in me, and I prefer Riju, so this isn’t something we’ll do a lot.”

“I liked Riju fucking me, Master.” Kit leaned his head back against his other Master’s shoulder. Riju rubbed his chest and stomach.

“Are you ever going to get out of him?” Trig asked with a chuckle.

“No,” said Riju.

Kit giggled. “It’ll be kind of hard to do stuff if you stay in my ass, Master.”

Riju snorted, kissed Kit’s neck, and finally pulled out his softening cock. “Lick up Trig’s cum on the blanket.”

Kit obeyed, and Riju lapped at the cum smeared on Trig’s dick. Some had gotten on his belly, and Trig made a satisfied noise as he watched him clean it off with his tongue.

“Whatever you still have, give it to him.”

Riju kissed Kit who tasted more saltiness as the fluid was passed into his mouth. He liked swapping cum, and there wasn’t a lot, but there was enough for them to pass back and forth as they continued kissing. He liked it even better when Riju pushed him down on the bed and made him take it all.

“Swallow.”

Kit let it slip down his throat.

Riju gave him another deep kiss before he flopped down on the bed beside Trig. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Were you even thinking about the fair while you were in Kit’s ass?”

“No. I’m thinking about it now.”

“I should have known. I guess you'll get a cheese pastry?"

“Yes. Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese. I like the ones from Nonni's stall. He always makes good ones.”

“You should get a strawberry one. Those are better.”

“From Nonni’s? I don’t like their strawberry pastries. They're always too sweet.”

“No, they're not.”

“They are to me.”

“They're fine, but whatever. Are you excited, Kit?”

“Yeah, Master!”

It would be more fun to be with Riju instead of by himself. Perry hadn’t liked the fair much either.

***

The next morning, Kit and Riju left after breakfast. It was strange to be wearing clothes again since he’d gotten used to nudity pretty fast.

For now, he could relax, and to his surprise, Riju took his hand as they walked down the street.

“I’m glad we can go together, Master,” said Kit.

“You don’t have to call me Master now.”

“I know, but I like it…Riju. I like your name too.”

“I like yours because it sounds almost like kitten or kitty. Kit, Kit, Kit.”

Kit had noticed that Riju occasionally liked repeating certain words. He’d done it in front of a couple of customers who had given him odd looks.

Kit didn’t mind it at all if Riju repeated words because he’d realized how brilliant it was. Some people like savoring the taste of wine or special foods in their mouth, so why not savor the sound of a word?

“Rijjjju,” he said, drawing out the soft J.

“It’s Riju.”

“I know. I like the way it flows. Riju. Did you name a doll after you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Riju gave a half-shrug.

A man was tied to a whipping post for a demonstration closer to the front, and it wasn’t a prisoner. The students for the class must have been advanced enough to safely whip another of their number who was more than willing and eager to be publicly humiliated. Kit was almost jealous of the man’s free cock which was hard and dripping. He'd probably be allowed to cum afterward.

Raven’s Landing was packed since people came from elsewhere to enjoy the fair too. The sides of the streets were packed with stalls selling all kinds of things. Somehow, Kit ended up being the one to lead them down the streets, and he wondered if the noisy crowd was too much for Riju, but he seemed content.

The morning quickly passed. They watched the acrobat troupe for two rounds since Riju loved it so much. They both had money to toss in the collection box since Kit had been given that month's wages early. Riju was still an apprentice, but Trig gave him full wages anyway.

They didn’t eat a proper lunch. Instead, they snacked on various things as they walked around. At fairs, Kit always liked to get flavored, colored sugar crystallized on a stick. Riju said he couldn’t stand something so sweet, and he preferred a skewer of spicy chicken.

Kit eyed the reddish tint of the meat. “I don’t like spicy food. It tastes okay at first and gets to be too much after a few bites. It burns for ages.”

“It must be the Finkin blood in me,” Riju said before sliding off the end piece to pop into his mouth. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re Finkin?”

“Half.” Riju didn’t offer any more information, and since it would involve his parents, maybe it was a touchy subject he didn’t want to expand on.

Kit wasn't about to push him on it. All he knew about Finkin was it was way out east in the ocean and far south of the twin islands, Illusa and Foamlen. Also, they liked spicy food, it was hot, winter barely existed there, enormous fish lived in the coastal waters, and it was a beautiful place from what he’d heard.

When they passed a tailor’s shop, Riju paused in front of the window to look at a couple of men’s corsets that had been laced onto wooden forms.

“I’ve always wanted one,” said Riju. “I bet the snug feeling is nice.”

“You should buy one.” Kit didn’t care to wear them, but they looked pretty good on some men. “You’ve got like what? Five inches on me? I think they look better on taller men. You just need a coat that you can wear open if you want to show it off.

“Trig hates the way they look even though they’re made for men’s bodies.” Riju rolled his eyes as they kept walking.

Kit bit off a piece of his sugar stick. “But if you like them…”

“Eh. You’d look cute in one too.”

“I’m shorter.”

“It’d still work.”

“I don’t like tight stuff unless it’s rope or straps,” said Kit. “Clothes that are too snug make me feel strange.”

“I like the feel of fitted stuff and layers,” said Riju.

Cheese pastries weren’t overly sweet, and they each ate one while they watched a bawdy play. A couple of the lewd jokes went over Kit’s head, and the crowd kept laughing. When it was over, Kit tried to take Riju’s hand again.

“Too much,” Riju grumbled as he pulled it away.

Kit stared at him, and Riju gave him a slightly hurt look. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just too much touch.”

Kit still wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong. “I’m sorry. You liked it earlier.”

“It’s not you. I just need a break without touch.”

“Riju, would you come here with me for a moment?”

“Okay.”

It was a little quieter in a wide alley, although a couple of people were cutting through. Still, Kit didn’t have to talk so loudly to be heard over the noises of the crowd.

“What do you mean it’s too much?” Kit stopped by the wall. “What do you feel then?”

Riju avoided his eyes and shrugged.

“Can you try to tell me? I’m just trying to understand because I don’t know what you feel, and I’m not going to touch you if you don’t want it. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to look for something so I don’t do it when you don’t want it, and I’m not sure what it’s like for you.” Kit remembered Trig mentioning Riju didn't like being touched by him either if he was upset.

Riju hesitated. “I like touching you, but sometimes, touch-it’s-” He lifted his hand and tensed his fingers. “It’s too much feeling, and I can’t stand it. It makes me want to not be there because I feel it too much in my skin and my head, and I can’t focus on anything else except how much I want it to stop.”

“Okay, too much feeling.” Kit wasn’t sure if he fully understood it. He always liked touch. Sometimes in periods when he was single, he had a real, genuine craving for it. He’d also been getting the urge a lot with Perry who hadn’t been very affectionate.

It sure seemed like torment to Riju who still wouldn’t look at him. “Is there something I should look for so I know?”

Riju finally met his gaze and squinted as he adjusted his spectacles. “Not always. If I seem irritated, you should probably ask. I can just say so too. It’s not all of the time.”

“I want you to tell me if something is too much or if you just don’t want it. It’s your body. Is everything else too much?” Kit wondered if the crowded streets were getting on his nerves because of the constant noise.

“It’s kind of loud now. It's not horrible, I guess. You want to see stuff too.”

Kit did want to see more, but if it was too noisy, and Riju needed a break, then they should take one. He figured Riju grew overwhelmed faster than others even if he seemed mostly fine.

“We can find a spot that’s not loud, and you can take a break.”

Riju bit his lip as he seemed to consider it, and Kit wasn’t sure if he’d say yes.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No!” said Riju. “Not yet.”

“If it was just you here, what would you do now?”

“I’d sit somewhere quieter for a bit. That’s what I do when I’ve gone by myself.”

“Let’s go sit somewhere quiet, Master.”

“But you’ll get bored.”

“I won’t be bored. Besides, I want to have fun with you. If it’s not as enjoyable for you, it won't be as fun for me either. We can both rest our legs too. Come on.”

Faint relief flashed on Riju’s face as they started walking again. Kit was sure he didn’t fully understand what his Master felt. Maybe it would be like if Kit sat in a room while a few people screamed at the top of their lungs. The sound would grow irritating, and Kit would want out. Nobody was screaming there, but crowds couldn’t help but make a lot of noise, and there was so much to see at once.

By himself, it seemed Riju would do what he needed to feel better. If he was with a person, it seemed he thought he should do what they do and try to suck it up. Or at least attempt to, depending on the situation.

They were equals at the moment even if Kit had called him Master. Riju was likely afraid he was being a pain in the arse if he wanted to sit, and probably nobody ever cared about what he felt or wanted besides Trig. Since Kit was with him, he figured it was best to make sure Riju had a say in things or could have time to relax if needed.

The closer to the Castle they went, the quieter it grew since nothing fair-related was taking place there. They couldn’t go on the grounds, but the nearly empty green to one side with a well and a few droopy rose bushes looked good to Kit. They sat on a bench, and Riju drew up his boots so they were also on the seat.

Kit had also noticed he liked to sit in odd ways, and it must have been comfortable for him. Trig would occasionally tell him to sit properly, and he would for about two minutes until he felt like drawing up a leg or slouching in a strange way. Trig would usually sigh and let it go.

Riju took a doll from his pocket. Kit had memorized the names of a couple of others, but he hadn’t seen the blue-haired one.

“Annie likes it,” said Riju.

“I’m glad she does.”

Riju leaned over to kiss his cheek before he hugged the doll to his chest and stared at his knees. Kit leaned back and stretched his legs. It was nice to do…nothing.

He thought back to his first day and how Riju had let him lay on him. Kit had mellowed out from it, and Riju, who had said he liked the weight, had also felt like a limp noodle under him before Kit dozed off. For whatever reason, it was deeply relaxing to him as well even though he did it for Kit’s aftercare.

When Riju said he wanted to walk around again, Kit had already made up his mind.

When they returned home closer to dinnertime, he had a few strange things under his arm. Riju asked if he was cold at night because he could have another blanket, and Kit said no. It was for something else. He just needed Trig’s permission.

“What do you need the squares for?” asked Riju.

“I can’t tell you.” Luckily, they’d been pretty cheap. The squares were meant to be sewn into the bottom of curtains or drapes as a weight so they wouldn’t blow around if the window was open.

“Why not?”

“Because it has to be a secret for now, and I have to ask Trig for permission before I can make it for myself.” The little fib wouldn’t hurt, and it was to keep Riju from guessing it was for him. “What if he says no?”

“Okay. Are you sure you’re not getting cold? I can’t see why you’d buy two blankets.”

“I’m not cold. I promise.”

Riju went to bathe when they got in. Of course, Kit immediately stripped off his clothes and kneeled by the door. Trig seemed pleased that he remembered, and he asked what the bundle was.

Kit told him. “Could I use my time at night before bed to make it, Master? Instead of reading Elira’s Book?”

Trig raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see the point in this. Aren’t those curtain weights?”

“Yes, and they’ll work for this, Master. Trust me. You’ll see when I’m done. I promise. It’s for Riju, Master, and I think he’ll like it, but you can’t say anything.”

Trig pursed his lips. “Fine. It can’t interfere with your main duties.”

Kit worked at it every night once he was alone in his room. He was okay with sewing, but it was hard to manipulate it in some spots, especially in the center because so much fabric pooled over his arm and in his lap. Still, he did his best to work fast and efficiently. The stitches didn’t need to be fancy.

They took a second day in the middle of the week and their third day on the last day of the fair. Kit behaved properly all week and enjoyed his time with Riju. When he wanted a break from the noise, they went to the same spot to sit so they could relax.

Two days after that, Kit’s project was finished, and he figured he’d surprise Riju with it before bed one night. Perhaps he’d like to sleep with it.

He wasn’t allowed in Riju’s bedroom since it was his space, and Kit respected that. Trig was only allowed in for short periods, and he didn’t sleep in there. Riju also had a spot in the basement where they made sex toys. It was blankets and pillows in the corner where he could curl up and read. With his new present, he could use it anywhere.

Trig agreed that he could present it to Riju before bed that night, and he did so in the sitting room while on his knees.

Riju appeared confused at the two blankets sewn together, and even more puzzled by the weight. “I thought you were making something for yourself.”

“Uh…I might have fibbed, Master. I didn’t want you guessing anything.”

“Why are there squares in it?” Riju poked one through the cloth.

“Master, it’s for weight, and I sewed them between two throw blankets. I sewed around them all so they won’t slide around and bunch up, Master.”

Riju looked at Trig who shrugged.

“Put it over you, Master,” said Kit. “Please.”

Riju leaned back on the couch, folded his legs under him, and covered himself with the blanket.

“Master, you said you liked the weight of me when I lay on you, and you felt so relaxed. I know the aftercare is for me, but I like how it helps you too, Master. I want you to have the feeling whenever. Erm, I wouldn’t lie on the blanket because it might not feel good. It’s only meant to go over you, Master.”

Kit started to wonder if maybe his idea was stupid because it wasn’t the same as a living body. But Riju’s eyes widened as he seemed to shrink under the blanket, and a little smile bloomed on his face.

“I like it. Thanks, Kit. Come under it with me.”

Kit hadn’t been allowed to sit on the furniture so far. Since he had permission, he sat next to Riju and covered them both the best he could with the blanket. Riju pressed himself against his side.

“So…do you like it?” asked Trig.

Riju eagerly nodded, and warmth grew in Kit’s chest. “It feels nice. I like the weight.”

“Well, good job, Kit,” said Trig. “I never would have thought of making a blanket heavy.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I don’t want to move,” said Riju. “Get me a book, Trig.”

“Yes, bossy.”

“I want Kit to read with me.”

Trig hesitated. “Okay, he can read tonight with you since you like his present. What book do you want?”

“The one on my bedside table. It’s myths and legends.”

Trig fetched the book, handed it to Riju, and leaned over to whisper to Kit. “Thanks.”