Page 6 of The Toymaker

Trig called Kit into the main part of the shop the next morning after he’d finished cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast.

“What’s Riju doing?” Trig asked after Kit came up to him behind the counter.

“He’s downstairs, Master. He said he had to sand a paddle.”

“Oh, yeah. I did tell him to finish it. I forgot.” Trig leaned back in his chair. “Relax for a bit. I wanted to bring something up. You said you were bratty with Perry. You’re pretty well-behaved with us. Any reason?”

Kit had never imagined being asked why he was behaving. “Uh, I guess because the rules are strict, and I haven't been here that long either. Also, the whipping I got on the first day was pretty convincing.”

Trig snorted. “Okay, but that was more of a mistake, and you learned. A slip-up doesn’t mean you’re a brat. Anyone can make a mistake. If Riju drops something, or if I miscount someone’s change, we’re not being disobedient on purpose. We made a mistake. You slipped up and haven't since. Were you like that with others? How you were with Perry, I mean.”

“Erm, no.”

“What was different about them compared to Perry?”

“Those relationships were shorter, and I didn’t live with them. Sometimes I’d stay over for a few days. With Perry, I was a slave for twenty-four hours a day in his home for about a year.”

“How did you feel about it? Was it something you agreed with?”

Kit nodded. “I like being owned, and I prefer it because I’d rather be available for the Master at all times for anything-sex, cooking, or whatever they want. I love being a full-time slave, and it was great to do it for more than a few days at a time too.”

“Do you need it?”

“Well…kind of. If I were married, I think I’d prefer something…looser? I guess that’s the right word.”

“What do you mean?”

“Depending on the other’s job, two incomes might be better. If both are working, it shouldn’t just be one person doing all of the cooking and cleaning unless one is doing more work or a really physical job. I think it’d be like burning the candle at both ends because work can take a lot out of you. I’d still like to be a slave, but with marriage, I think the structure would need changes.”

“That makes sense. What else was different with Perry?”

“The others were more affectionate, and they gave aftercare. Perry wasn’t the kissy and huggy sort, so I didn’t get much affection at times, and he said bad slaves don’t deserve aftercare.”

“Riju told me. You believed him? When did you start misbehaving?”

“About six months in.”

Trig thought for a moment. “I don’t think Perry was right for you.”

Kit shifted his feet. “I wasn’t being right for him. The slave is supposed to do what the Master wants, and I was acting up.”

Trig tilted his head. “I think it’s because you were craving attention and things you want. You weren’t getting those things from him. Kids are similar at times. They act out because even being snapped at or whatever is a form of attention. No matter how hard you like being used, or how much of a painslut you are, you’re not an object, and people need intimacy. I let Riju do more of the aftercare stuff because I also think it’s good for him to have another to interact with, and he also enjoys affection, but we wouldn’t be taking good care of you if neither of us did anything and treated you purely like an object. Didn’t you think it was kind of odd of him compared to previous relationships?”

“I did at first. He said my past dominants and Masters were too soft on me. He seemed-” Kit paused as he tried to think of how to word it. “I trusted him, and I thought he was being truthful.”

Trig pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think you and Perry were a good fit, and he needs a couple of lessons on how to dominate, especially in a relationship where one is a pleasure slave at all times. You’re quite willing and eager with us, and I don’t think it’s just the fact that we own you, and you have no say or safety word.”

“I didn’t have a safety word or signal with Perry either.”

“You remember to keep quiet about that, right?” asked Trig.

Kit nodded. “Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“Is it truly unsafe to play without one? I mean, I never felt in danger with Perry. It’s not like he ever did anything to truly hurt me, and I feel safe with you guys too.”

Trig folded his arms. “It’s not allowed here at the college, and it could be dangerous with newbies who decide they want to jump into hard play with neither partner having any real experience. I think it’s fine with an experienced Master. I enjoy having Riju as a submissive, but I also like having a slave. I’m confident in my abilities to care for a slave or a submissive, and I’ve been doing this kind of thing for quite a long time. I think people like me can do it without the safety word because we're experienced overall.”

If it wasn’t allowed in The Edge, Kit wondered what others would say. He’d been leery at first of having no safety word or signal with Perry. “Perry said the slave needs to trust the Master.”

“True. You should still be careful. For instance, eighteen-year-olds shouldn’t be doing hard play without safety words or signals because they haven’t learned enough yet. It’s not just about how to wield a whip or safe ways to tie up the other either. You need affection and care. He doesn't want to give it.” Trig spread his hands.

“I’m supposed to go back to him after this,” said Kit. “He said he’d take me on for a bit to see how I do if I make it a year with you, and he thinks you’ll whip the defiance out of me.”

“You don’t have to go back,” said Trig. “Once you’re free from me, it doesn’t mean he owns you, and I think you’ll have the same issues again. Not every submissive and dominant go together. Think about Riju and me. He won’t ever bottom even though he’s okay with submitting in other ways. I love bottoming, so it works for us. If it didn’t, we’d only be stuck with handjobs and oral sex.”

“Oh.”

“He has a safety word because I think he needs one to feel safer. He’s not the type to be a total slave, so it works better for him to be a submissive to me in bed, and since he likes dominating too, you fulfill that for him. We've had others for short times, although not all worked quite as well.”

“Why not?”

“Riju and them didn't get as close. You two seemed to get along quite fast. The sex was fine and enjoyable for both, but in general, others sort of tolerated him because he’s a part of the package. Anyone who is my slave will be his too. You could tell they wouldn’t have started anything with him alone.”

“I like Riju.” If they'd met differently, Kit could see himself wanting to try a relationship with him, and it wasn't just because he had beautiful red hair.

“He likes you too. Also, I think you’re better as a slave.”

“I like being one,” said Kit. “I feel…better. I like having the structure and rules.”

“Some do. As for Perry, you can do what you want when this contract is over, but it’s something to think about. Getting back with him might not work out for you both in the long run. You can go see Riju or do whatever now. Relaxing time is over.”

“Okay, Master.”

“We’re doing a class this afternoon since I’m filling in for a guy who’s out sick. You’d better be on your best behavior. Remember, you still have no safety word or signal, so you’ll accept whatever, but I’ll pretend you can snap. I can assure you if you snap and force me to stop because so many others are around, you’ll be standing in the basement all night after a whipping.”

“I understand, Master.”

“You’re going to be shared with the class too.”

As Kit went downstairs, he wondered why they didn’t have a class on Master and slave relationships without a safety word. He now knew two Masters who forbade them, so it couldn’t be that bad or uncommon, right?

Riju was at one of the work tables in the basement and dabbing at a paddle in front of him with a brush. In the lower pocket of his red coat, Red the doll peeked out. The basement was mostly underground, and the few windows in it were high up for light. A couple of crystal lanterns hung from the ceiling, and shelves lined the walls. Crates held merchandise they couldn’t fit upstairs along with materials to make things.

One corner was for Trig to cut and measure wood to assemble things like horses. Kit was pretty sure standing in the basement all night meant he’d have to stay under a few hooks on the opposite side of the room. If he was chained up without enough slack to sit, he’d be stuck there for hours to think about what he did wrong. It certainly wasn't something he wanted to do.

He went to watch Riju who gave him a quick pat on the arm but remained focused. The paddle was thick and had holes. It would surely hurt the ass of any pleasure slave or submissive, and Kit had felt a few on his bare bottom. Certain pains from a paddle wouldn’t be welcomed by anyone. The wood had to be perfectly smooth because nobody wanted a splinter in their arse. They would also be quite displeased to spend the money and have it crack after a short time.

Beyond the safety, it should look good, and Riju was staining the pale wood a darker color with special sap from trees in the Glasswood Kingdom. Later, he’d glaze it. Certain kinds of glass trees from there could be ground down to make a quality resin that was used to glaze items.

"You can sit."

Kit sat in the other chair and received another quick pat from Riju who didn’t look at him. Kit watched him ensure every square inch of wood was evenly stained before he hung it on the wall behind the table on a hook so the color could set. The resin to glaze it had to be applied to a fully dry item.

“What’s next, Master?” asked Kit. They weren’t about to run out of paddles.

“Hmm. Nothing has to be done now.”

“Can I sit on your lap, Master?”

“Yeah.”

Kit got into his lap, and Riju wrapped his arms around him. It was much nicer being with a Master who was so willing to give him affection.

“You know you’ll be doing a demonstration?”

Kit nodded. “He says I’m being shared, Master.”

“Part of it’s about blowjobs, so he’ll be demonstrating that bit on me. You’ll be sucking off students.”

“I thought it was just me that would have to do public stuff, Master. I thought you didn't.”

“I don’t mind sucking him off in that setting,” said Riju. “I don’t need that kink, but I’m okay with it in the class. It’s kind of exciting. He doesn’t touch anyone but us, so if I wasn’t into it, someone else would have to teach a portion of the class.”

“I didn’t think you did anything like that, Master.” Being watched during certain activities wasn’t a thing everyone would enjoy.

“There’s plenty of stuff I wouldn’t enjoy doing in public, like being the subject for one of the implement classes. I also won't take off my clothes, and I wouldn’t fuck him in a class either, so the position ones aren’t happening. Trig’s used me for a few rope lessons because I like it, and if you’re careful, you can do certain kinds of bondage with clothes on. I find it relaxing. We haven’t done it in a while.” Riju peered down at him. “Do you get tired of having to use Master every time you speak to us?”

Kit shrugged. “I had one partner who preferred it, so it’s not hard, Master. Besides, Trig made the rule.”

“He prefers it, although I think it's a bit much. Still, do you get tired of it?”

“A little, Master. It’s okay.”

Riju leaned back in the chair. “Trig talked to me last night, and he’s decided he’ll most likely pierce your nipples. It won’t be right away.”

“Okay, Master.” The prospect of being pierced wasn’t his idea of a fun activity, but if Trig settled on yes, that was it.

Riju frowned. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Kit shrugged. “It’s not something I’m into, but he decided it, so I’ll be fine, Master. They're not permanent.”

“Maybe he’ll change his mind.” Riju paused. “Anyway, he thinks we should prep yours to take pain a little better. Piercing is kind of painful in a different way. He thinks wearing clamps would help and get you used to having something there for periods of time, so he said I should put a pair on you for a while. Come on.”

Riju took his hand and led him over to a shelf and opened a box of spares. They had plenty upstairs on a shelf, so a pair from the box wouldn’t be missed.

Kit stood still while Riju played with his left nipple to harden it and apply the clamp.

“You’ll keep them on until I say,” he said once the other was applied.

“Yes, Master.”

Riju watched his face for a moment before he smirked. "Maybe I should make them really tight. Should I?"

“If you want, Master." It wasn’t like it was Kit’s choice anyway. They weren’t too tight at the moment and only slightly uncomfortable in a way he rather liked.

"I'm not going to. I'm not that much of a sadist."

Kit snorted and pinched his thumb and forefinger together. "Hmm, I think you are a little, Master. I think you enjoyed punishing me outside."

"Well, you're a masochist," said Riju. "I never would have signed up for this."

"I suppose I am little. I guess that means we fit well together, Master."

“Come sit on my pillows with me.”

Kit liked the soft pile in the corner, and he got comfortable against Riju who pulled a book out from under one of the cushions. He had his weighted blanket there too, and he draped it over them.

“We’ll go upstairs in a bit.”

Riju was halfway through the book. Kit was sure he had a decent idea of what was going on after a few pages, although he was kind of confused about a couple of characters. After a bit, his eyes grew heavy, and he dozed off with his head on Riju’s shoulder.

***

Kit knelt in the center of a classroom. Several students stood around the perimeter of the plain room. A single desk had been pushed into the corner. Trig tapped Kit’s ass with the crop he’d brought.

“Go around and let them touch you. Remember who you serve first.”

Kit crawled to one side, and a couple of the students immediately reached to feel him. One groped his ass, and the other started rubbing his chest.

“You’re a pretty one.”

“I bet his ass is like a glove.”

Kit tried to keep his eyes on his Masters since he had to be ready to obey. One student fiddled with the plug in his ass, and another cupped his balls to massage.

“Kit’s our pleasure slave, and I’m sure some of you know about the cock cage I’m working on,” said Trig, and a few students nodded. “He’ll be wearing it for a year, and he’s been mostly good so far.”

Kit was passed along like a toy to fondle and examine. Trig told the students that Riju was also Kit’s Master, and both obeyed Trig first. He went on to discuss the importance of firm boundaries with a pleasure slave. Some relationships might do fine with looser rules, and a pair needed to discuss it before starting the Master and slave relationship. Riju could pretty much do as he wanted in general and didn't have strict rules overall since he was only a submissive in the bedroom.

“Someone who is good as a submissive might not do well as a slave,” said Trig. “Others are better as a slave full-time or part of the time.”

When Trig ordered Riju to kneel, he did so without complaint. Riju snapped his fingers and pointed at Kit who left the student cupping his balls and crawled over.

“Forehead to the ground,” said Riju. “Ass up.”

Kit settled in position in front of him and listened to Trig. Kit was a slave twenty-four hours a day, and he didn’t get much freedom. He could relax at times, but he had to be ready to please and obey no matter what. If a Master or dominant had two people who followed different rules, he had to be careful to not get them mixed up or grow lax with one. In a relationship with three people, each had to know the dynamic and follow the role. A slave needed more strictness than a submissive like Riju.

Kit also faced harsher punishments for disobedience, and he knew what to expect if he broke the rules. Riju might get away with things to a limit, and he wasn’t forced to endure public pain or humiliation like Kit might be.

“Can we touch him?” One student pointed at Riju who gave him a side look that wasn't exactly pleasant.

“No,” Trig said firmly. “Riju’s not to be treated like Kit. I never share him with anyone besides Kit, and nobody touches him. Kit, go suck someone’s cock.”

He started to head toward the first student who told him to crawl over.

Another pointed to the floor by his feet. “Get that cute ass over here now. He can wait.”

A couple of others clamored. Kit paused because he couldn’t suck them all off at the same time, and he looked to Trig for a command.

“Kit, stay there for a second. Why did you stop and look at me?”

“I’m not sure who to go to, Master. I figured you’d tell me.”

“Why didn’t you just pick one?”

“It’s not my choice, Master. If you’re sharing me, Master, you’re still in control.”

“A good marker of obedience is that your slave looks to you for guidance even in a situation where others are dominating them," Trig told the class. "Initiation can be proper at times, but the slave should always remember who has the final say. Kit, go to the one in the dark green shirt first. The others can figure it out among themselves.”

Kit barely got settled on the floor before the student had his cock out and in his mouth.

“Kit also showed trust by looking to me, and if you’re going to share a slave or submissive, you have to keep an eye on them. If they need your guidance or command, you have to be ready to give it. It’s also for their safety. Kit, clasp your hands behind your back. You’ll remain like that while a cock is in your mouth.”

Kit immediately obeyed while the student explored his throat and made his eyes water with the rough thrusting.

“Even while Kit’s attention is being taken up, he also knows to listen.”

Kit could feel several eyes on him while he sucked. The humiliation made his cock try to thicken.

“Kit, get over here.”

He immediately pulled back and hurried to crawl across the floor. He didn’t know why he’d been told to suck cock and ordered back already. Maybe it was to make sure he was listening.

“Hey,” snapped the student whose dick was still out. “You’re just going to leave me hanging?”

Trig was undoing his trousers, and as soon as his cock was free, Kit put his hands behind his back and took him in his mouth.

“Help him out, Riju,” said Trig. “Here’s another lesson. When a slave is being shared, the Master’s commands come first. Not only does a good slave know and pay attention, but the others must accept it. You’re not Kit’s Master, and I can tell him to stop at any time. You only get to use Kit because I say so, and the permission can end whenever I say. Only you have full control of your slave or submissive.”

Riju had straightened up on his knees and taken Kit’s hair to guide his head while he sucked. When Kit took his Master down his throat, Riju held his head still and rubbed his throat.

“See? You’re not bratty at all. You know who owns you." Trig pointed. "Go back, finish him off, and let whoever use your mouth afterward. Riju, you’ll finish me so we can do the oral lesson.”

Whoever wasn’t using Kit’s mouth like a fucktoy got to watch while Trig gave a lesson on deep-throating with Riju. Kit kept his throat relaxed while a student plowed his mouth.

“Trust is a big part of deep throating, believe it or not. If your submissive doesn’t trust you, they won’t be able to fully enjoy the experience and relax. It’s more difficult when they tense up. With my cock in his throat, see how relaxed Riju is? He knows I won’t keep his air cut off to make him pass out or harm him. He’s able to focus on my pleasure and get enjoyment from it because he knows he’s safe.”

“How do you lose the gag reflex?” asked a student.

“Practice. Some might find it more difficult, and that’s something to think about with your partner. It might take a while.”

Kit also kept calm with his airway cut off while the student spurted down his throat. He’d barely been released before another student took him by the hair. By the time Trig blew down Riju’s throat, Kit was sure he still had quite a few loads to swallow judging by the looks a few students were giving him.

It was rather hard to focus on what Trig was saying. When he heard Riju order him to come, the student holding his head released him so he could crawl over. Riju was undoing his belt.

“Is your jaw sore?” asked Trig.

“A little, Master.”

Kit still eagerly crawled between Riju’s legs and dipped his head to take him in his mouth. The little intake of breath from his second Master was worth the sore jaw. Even though he’d do whatever he was told and suck off the whole class if ordered, he’d still rather give the pleasure to Riju who was stroking his hair.

“And a good slave knows his purpose is to always please, no matter how tired he is.”

Riju must have been worked up from Trig. It didn’t take long before Kit had a mouthful of cum that he eagerly swallowed. The rest of the class had to split up and practice deep-throating on each other. Some said they didn’t want to participate and were okay with watching. They got to stand on one side. Riju lay back on the floor once he’d cum.

“Fix my trousers, Kit.”

Kit settled on the floor by Riju after tucking him away. A few students gagged more than once from trying to take a cock down their throat. Others seemed to be learning, and a couple must have already been good at it before. The pairs had to rate each other on who did better. The better ones were put off to one side, and Kit was told to crawl over.

“Your reward,” said Trig. “Use either hole and do whatever you want to him.”

The eight students gathered around him. No wonder Trig had used so much oil in his ass and a big plug. The students didn’t waste time pinning him down on the floor. His legs were pushed up and back, and someone knelt over his face while another removed the plug.

Kit was pretty tired, but no one cared as they used his mouth and ass. Honestly, it wasn’t like he minded anyway. There was nothing quite like being fucked by so many if it meant pleasing his Masters. Under their hands, he was no longer a fairy, but an item to be used, and if he'd been allowed, he likely would have cum more than once.

The students went hard and fast since they only cared about getting their own pleasure, and Kit couldn’t get off anyway. They pinched his ass, played with balls, twisted his nipples, used his throat like it was only for taking cum, and filled both ends with it. Kit lay there like a compliant doll, licked, sucked, and clenched as he should to help their pleasure.

More importantly, his obedience seemed to please Trig who watched. Riju appeared bored while he stared at the ceiling. The last student in Kit’s mouth kept blocking off his airway and forcing him to hold the length in his throat. One was still pinning his wrists, and a student was pumping himself in and out of his ass. As he finished, the man in his throat pulled out, stroked himself, and came all over his face. The hot, sticky fluid forced him to close his eyes.

“Clean the tip.”

Kit obediently lapped the last drops from the tip when it entered his mouth. The one in his ass finished too, and it was over, although he didn’t move from the floor. He had cum and spit all over him, and his thighs quivered. One of the students replaced the plug, so whatever the cum remained was trapped instead of trickling down his legs.

Trig ordered him over, and Kit shakily got to his knees to crawl. It had been good but tiring. “This way. Good boy. You were the perfect little fucktoy.”

Kit practically glowed at the praise, although he hoped it was over now because he was worn out. Also, he’d had to follow the sound of Trig’s voice since he couldn’t open his eyes. Elira, if they’d give him one break from the cock cage and let him cum. Being taken from both ends with no release was a lot.

One of the students was told to get a bucket of water and a cloth, and Kit was cleaned up, although the plug stayed. Even though a slave was to serve, a Master had to see to his needs. Afterward, Riju sat on the floor against the desk, and Kit nestled against him. He vaguely listened to Trig talk about aftercare while Riju petted him. Once the students left, Kit was nearly asleep, and Riju shifted.

“Lay on me.”

Kit crawled on top and practically purred as he settled. “I could sleep like this, Master.”

“Do you have to do it here on the floor?” asked Trig.

“Yes,” said Riju. “I like it, and so does he.”

“Fine. You did good, Kit.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Riju stroked his hair. “My good little Kit.”

That was even better praise.