Page 8 of The Toymaker

Riju was a bit quiet and not quite himself for a couple of days. Kit didn’t dare ask about the physician or anything relating to the incident. Since Riju hadn’t offered information or mentioned anything about it, Kit assumed the topic was forever off-limits.

They settled back into quiet life at the shop. Kit had to be the subject for a couple of more demonstrations, and he could see why Trig said he couldn’t get pissy if he didn’t eat. A late morning class to learn knots ran into the afternoon. Kit spent most of the time in various positions on the floor while students practiced different ties and knots.

He rather liked the firm feeling of rope keeping him bound and completely at whoever’s mercy. He didn’t even have to think or do much because once he was bound, whatever could be done to him. All he had to do was experience it.

Rope bondage could be used as decoration, to keep a slave in place for sex or punishment, or it could be punishment itself. For some, it could be a soothing activity depending on how they were tied. While Kit liked it and found it relaxing in a way, Riju was a better example. Since he remained dressed, Trig explained to the class that it was especially important to be careful that the rope wasn’t pinching or too tight anywhere. The fabric could bunch and be an issue.

Trig kept it simple, and once Riju’s arms were pinned to his side by the rope, he wound more around his thighs, below his knees, and around his ankles. Riju looked ready to fall asleep on the floor. Trig said a person might not be open to sexual touch or extra stimulation at the moment, and someone like Riju was capable of sinking into a deeply relaxed state. Some could even fall asleep like that, and if they did, it wasn’t safe to leave them alone.

“Being tied up gets me excited for other things,” said a student. “Not naps.”

“Not everyone feels the same about every kink, and a kink can be done in different ways too,” said Trig. “There are those who hate being tied up or feeling trapped, and it’s not exciting to them at all. Or they don’t hate it, but it doesn’t do anything for them either, so they participate for the other person or because they like what happens after they’re tied up and can’t get away. It might be how they're tied up too. That’s why you need to know what your partner likes and how certain things affect them. Riju told me he likes the even pressure that doesn’t shift and stays the same when he's in this position, and it calms his head. I don’t truly get it because I’m not into being tied. It doesn’t do anything at all for me, but I like doing the tying even if it doesn’t necessarily lead to sex afterward.”

Kit wasn't into dominating, but he wanted to bind Riju himself simply so he could be the one to make him so relaxed. He was pretty sure it was too forward for a slave to ask, and while Riju might not mind him requesting it, Trig probably wouldn't like it. They had a hierarchy to follow.

In a second class for rope bondage, Kit was hogtied about halfway through. Trig drew on the ropes and tightened the tie to the point where his back was arched and it was harder to breathe.

“When a slave is in this tie, never leave them alone even if you’re only running to the privy for a moment,” said Trig. “Right now, it’s harder for him to breathe, and if the submissive panics, they could start to suffocate. Kit can keep calm, but I still wouldn’t leave him bound in this position. You also have to watch and not leave them for too long like this especially if they’re new to it. You have to think about your slave’s limits and not push them until they’re ready to use their safety word. You also have to remember that not everyone is flexible, and a pulled muscle isn't fun.”

Kit was left in a looser hogtie on the floor while the students practiced on stuffed cloth dolls. They barely looked fairy and were rather creepy since they had no faces. Riju crouched by Kit and stroked his hair while Trig went around and helped a few of the students. One got his ropes so tangled, Kit was sure they'd never be salvaged, but Trig managed to untangle them.

Riju said he wanted one of the dummies to take home and turn into a giant doll. Kit thought it was a brilliant idea and wanted to see what he could do with it.

“No,” said Trig. “The last thing I need is for you to be into giant dolls. Our living quarters will be filled to the rafters with them after a few months.”

“I just want one. I’d pay for it.”

“No.”

***

Trig grew a little easier on him, and Kit was often allowed to eat dinner at the table with them. The rules still had to be followed at all times, not that he had a problem with them. Furniture was off-limits without permission, but he received the privilege a little more, and since Trig gave him a few books, Kit was able to read in the evenings. Riju shared some of his too, and Kit liked reading old kid stories he’d nearly forgotten about and looking at the pictures.

The simple drawings almost made him want to try his old hobby, and if he asked, Trig probably had parchment he could spare.

Then again, what was the point?

When Kit had been there for nearly four months, Trig said he wanted to do something with the both of them in the basement.

“We couldn’t always do this before,” said Trig. “Riju didn’t want to be so against others we’ve had.”

Kit assumed they were going to be tied together. Trig stood him on a thick piece of wood to make him taller. He had to hold his caged cock up and against himself, and Trig tied a piece of cloth around his hips and waist to keep it there.

“Now you won’t have to worry about the metal jabbing him,” said Trig. Riju had taken off everything except for his shirt, and he was oiling his cock.

“Are we fucking like this, Master?” asked Kit. Despite the block giving him more height, he didn't see how Riju would manage the awkward positioning if they were facing each other and bound.

“You’ll see.” Trig gestured. “Hands up.”

Kit’s wrists were bound above his head, and Trig oiled his inner thighs. This had to be for intercrural which he’d only done from behind a couple of times. Riju hugged Kit around the middle, and Trig used more rope around their torsos to tie them together.

Riju nudged his erection between Kit’s thighs. “It’s strange with you being taller.” He rubbed his cock on Kit’s legs.

“Calm down.” Trig swatted his bottom.

“I like this, Masters,” said Kit.

“Me too.” Riju giggled.

“It’s like a special hug, Master.” Kit buried his face in the crook of Riju’s neck to smell him.

Trig bound Riju’s knees together and stepped back to look at them while he fiddled with the crop he’d tucked into his belt.

“This would actually be more fun if you weren’t caged, Kit. Then you could both rub on each other and see who gets off faster.”

Kit couldn’t answer since Riju started kissing him and slipped his tongue in.

“I’d make you compete to cum first. The loser would get the paddle. This is still fun. Kit, your job is to keep your thighs close together and let him fuck you like that. Riju, you’ve got five minutes to cum or I’ll paddle you.”

“No, you won’t,” deadpanned Riju.

“You’ll get an extra swat for that.”

Riju snorted like he didn’t believe it.

“Test me tonight,” said Trig, although his tone was playful. “I’ll be counting the seconds in my head. Do you know how many seconds there are in five minutes?”

Kit would need parchment, a quill, and time to add it up, preferably without Riju’s rockhard cock between his legs. It would be too distracting.

“Is it three hundred?” asked Riju.

“Yep. You haven’t cum in a few days, so I think you can manage it. Your three hundred seconds start now.”

Kit pressed his thighs together. Trig moved out of his peripheral vision as Riju started thrusting. Kit almost jumped when he felt the crop smack his ass. He tried to count the seconds in his head, but Riju’s breath in his ear made it hard to focus.

He didn’t want Riju to be punished even though it would be more for play and not serious. More than that, he wanted Riju to get off and use him like the toy he was. Stinging swats landed on his ass as he focused on keeping his legs together. With another tied to him and moving, it was harder to remain still.

Riju thrust like his life depended on it and tipped his head back. Kit kissed the smooth skin of his throat and down toward his collarbone, barely visible above the collar of his shirt. Riju groaned and damn near pushed Kit off the wood.

Kit’s cock tried to grow, and he squeaked as the crop stung him again.

“Your time is more than half gone.” Trig moved, and Kit heard the flat, stiff leather of the crop smack Riju’s ass instead.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Riju hissed.

Even though Kit had his thighs pressed together, and Riju’s cock was thrusting in the slick, snug space, it couldn’t be as tight as an asshole. Kit kissed his neck again, trying to make it better for him. He didn’t care about the crop that was landing on his rear once more. Trig was delivering the swats more rapidly, almost as if that would make the other cum faster.

Riju’s hips suddenly jerked, and he straightened as his whole body tensed.

“Fuck-” He scrunched his eyes shut and pressed his lips to Kit’s.

It grew slicker on Kit’s thighs as Riju pumped his cock between them. Kit kissed him harder as fluid dripped down the side of his neglected cock that ached to be touched. It was worth it to feel Riju so stiff and yet undone against him.

Riju shuddered and went still as they broke off the kiss.

Trig cupped Riju’s cheek to turn his head. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you cum.”

His finger slipped into his mouth, and Riju’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked on it. Kit almost wept since he would have damn near cut off his pinky to have those lips around his cock or to feel Riju’s tongue glide along it. It wasn’t even the orgasm he cared about anymore. He just wanted to be in Riju’s mouth, but he still had months to go.

“Are you going to be good and get on your knees for me now?” asked Trig.

“Mhm.”

Trig slipped his finger out. “You did good, Kit. You can sit on the floor.”

Once they were both free, he snapped for Riju who kneeled to undo his trousers and get to work. Kit sank to the floor, hardly caring about the cold cum and oil smeared on his thighs. He was more interested in the sight of Riju with his lips around Trig’s cock.

Fuck…He wanted to make Riju finish again, so after a couple of minutes, he inched forward to get between them. Riju’s cock was limp, so Kit was careful as he took it in his mouth to gently suck. The oil tasted rather funny, and he lapped to get the smeared cum off. Riju made a noise and threaded his fingers through Kit’s hair.

“I guess he hasn’t had enough yet,” said Trig. “Give Kit a turn with my dick.”

Kit would have preferred to suck off Riju, but he obediently shifted on his knees to take his Master’s shaft in his mouth. He gripped Riju’s to gently stroke it.

“Fuck.” Riju dragged his nails down Kit’s back and made him shudder at the sensation.

“You’re an eager little slut, aren’t you?” Trig asked Kit, who made a noise of assent. “Both of you kiss along the side.”

“Don’t stop jerking me.” Riju’s hips flexed as Kit squeezed the hardening shaft.

Trig groaned as both licked and kissed along the side of his cock. “I am one lucky man.”

Kit kept his mouth on Trig’s shaft as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of Riju’s slit. Copious amounts of pre-cum oozed out, and he smeared it around to stroke him more.

Trig took a good handful of Riju’s hair and slipped the head between his lips. “Suck.”

Kit was free to suck off Riju like he’d originally wanted. As soon as he wrapped his lips around the crown, Riju released more pre-cum, and Kit made a small sound as he lapped it up. He stayed low and bobbed his head. A wet noise came from Riju’s throat as Trig grew more vigorous with him.

Kit cradled Riju’s balls to massage them and flicked his tongue along the underside of the shaft. If Trig vanished right then, he wouldn’t care as long as he got to make Riju cum again. He let his hand wander along his hip and around to give his ass a little squeeze, back over his hip, and down one of his slim thighs.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Trig growled.

Whatever Riju gasped, it was muffled.

“Cum again with my dick in your mouth. Let me see how pretty you are when you cum.”

Riju suddenly jerked his hips and moaned as cum flooded Kit’s mouth. He squeezed Riju’s thigh and collected the salty seed in his mouth while he kept working his mouth. When his hair was grabbed hard enough to make his scalp prick with pain, he whimpered.

No matter how much he wanted to cum too, he’d never get tired of the little sounds Riju made as he sucked and was sucked. Vaguely, he was aware of Trig swearing, and he must have finished too. When Riju quieted and stilled his hips, Kit withdrew and finally looked up as he rubbed his neck. Trig pulled out, and Kit looked at Riju so he could open his mouth and show the cum.

“Good boy,” said Trig.

Kit hoped for Riju to say it too. Instead, he grabbed the side of Kit’s face to kiss him and pass along Trig’s cum. Kit shivered as the tip of Riju’s tongue slicked across his, coated in salty seed.

Riju made a humming noise as they swapped the mingled cum back and forth. Kit’s whole world narrowed to the taste, the lips on his, the tongue in his mouth, the hands on his face, and the delicate scent of roses and magnolia. He pressed himself closer and fisted the back of Riju’s shirt, desperate to be right against the absolute perfection that was kissing him so gently and with such force at the same time.

Riju passed him every drop and spoke against his lips. “Swallow for me like the good little Kit you are.”

He let it all slide down his throat and threaded his fingers into Riju’s long hair. On a wild impulse, he pulled Riju’s head back so he could kiss down his neck, and he was rewarded with a soft sigh.

“You’re such a good boy, Kit,” said Trig.

Kit had forgotten about Trig despite him standing right there while watching them swap cum and make out. They finally broke apart, and it took Trig’s hand on Kit’s chin to make him look away from Riju’s eyes, hazy with lust.

“You’re a good slave and such a pleaser.” He crouched and leaned in.

Trig had kissed him before, and Kit liked it. It was firm as usual, and Trig slipped his tongue in, another thing that wasn’t unusual. Even though it was like kisses Kit had received from him and others too, something was lacking. He didn’t have the words to describe it, and he only knew one thing for sure.

Given the choice, he’d always kiss Riju over Trig.

“Master,” Kit murmured as Riju lay back on the floor.

“What?” Trig rubbed his shoulder.

“Can you tie up Riju, Master?”

Trig chuckled. “I think we’re all ready for a cuddle and bed.”

“I don’t think there’s anything left in me,” said Riju. “He sucked it all out.”

“I meant to relax him, Master,” said Kit.

“I guess so. If Riju wants it.”

“Yes.” Riju stretched out.

“Could you blindfold me too, Master?”

“Sure. I’ll get you a wet cloth first so you can wipe up.”

Once Riju was fully trussed up the way he liked, Kit settled on top of him and relished the pleased sigh he let out. Trig blindfolded Kit.

“I’m going to take care of the ropes and clean up a bit down here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Riju made a faint hum noise, and Kit spoke. “Yes, Master.”

With his sight gone, he was sure he could feel Riju’s body even more. The little noises from Trig didn’t matter much, and he could sort of pretend it was just the two of them in a little bubble of peace. The slight rise of Riju’s chest was the only movement he made, and he’d gone completely limp as if the ropes and Kit weighed a thousand pounds.

“You’re so good to me,” Riju whispered, and Kit barely caught the words.

“You are too, Master,” he murmured.

A year with him suddenly didn’t seem long enough, especially since a few months were already gone.