Page 9 of The Toymaker

By his fifth month, Kit wondered if he’d be a brat if the cage was left unlocked. It would be a good test of his abilities and truly prove if he was a good slave or not since chastity wasn't a thing he looked for in most cases. He still wanted to please, and he was satisfied with everything else, but he wondered if that one thing would be an issue.

Kit found Trig in the basement one evening while he was braiding a new whip. “Master?”

“What?”

Kit kneeled by his feet. “After the spell for this cock cage is finished, you said I could try it out, right, Master?”

“Yes, you can if you want to see how desperate it makes you.” Trig leaned back in his chair as his fingers worked over the leather with such ease, he could probably do it in his sleep.

“Can you put a regular cock cage on me for a few days, Master? Unlocked, I mean?”

“Do you want to test your self-control?”

“Yes, Master. And maybe you could put this one back on too afterward and see how I do with it unlocked, Master.”

“Considering how you’ve been so good, I don’t think you’ll take it off to play with yourself. We can do that, and it’s not as if I’ll be booting you straight out the door once your year is up.”

“I want to be sure because forced chastity isn’t a favorite kink of mine, and it’s not a thing I look for, Master.”

“Okay. I also think you’re getting something you weren’t before.”

“I think you were right, Master. I still want to try and prove it to myself.”

“That’s fine.”

Trig was surely right. Kit had been acting out, didn’t know what he truly needed in all ways, and he’d finally found it. Even a pleasure slave who’s into heavy kink needs kindness.

The next morning, Riju cleaned up downstairs, and Kit helped him. Trig had put clamps on his nipples after breakfast and said he’d be pierced in a week. Kit wasn’t sure if the minor nipple torment was helping his pain tolerance because he had no experience with piercing, and it would be a different sort of pain. When he tried to imagine it, it made him a little nervous.

He’d gotten used to heavier play and whippings, so maybe it would. He knew the actual piercing couldn’t truly be horrible. Otherwise, no one would get it done.

“Trig said I could do whatever this morning, and he’ll watch the shop,” Riju told him once they finished, and he’d removed Kit’s clamps. “He doesn’t need you either. Do you want to come upstairs with me?”

“Yes, Master.”

Riju took his hand and led him upstairs, and Kit thought they’d head to the sitting room or maybe Trig’s room. He wasn’t expecting to stop in front of Riju’s bedroom door or for him to open it. He hesitated because he’d been told to stay out, and Riju even cleaned up after himself.

“Go in,” said Riju. “You can relax until we leave my room.”

Kit was damn near blown away. He never thought he’d see his other Master’s private space. When he stepped in, his eyes widened.

He had seen a few dolls and thought Riju had a dozen or so.

He didn’t expect there would be about seventy or eighty. They were along the top of a couple of shelves, mixed in with a few books, and on the desk in the corner. Others sat on the wardrobe in a big group. The top of the headboard was wide, and a few more sat up there as if to watch over Riju while he slept at night. Many were in dresses, and others wore little trousers and shirts.

One with red pigtails lay leaning on the pillows with the edge of the blanket tucked around her as if she were sleeping.

“Wooow.” Kit gestured at the shelves. “Did you make all of these?”

Riju shut the door behind him. “Yeah. Each one has a name.”

Kit pointed at a few that he’d seen before and named them off. “I don’t know the rest, so you’ll have to teach me bit by bit.”

Riju brightened. “You remembered?”

“Yeah.” Kit had always been pretty good with names. He’d need a little time to remember over sixty more. “Did you make those kitties too?”

A few colored felt cats sat on the shelf. A tiny doll with a mob cap sat on one.

“Trig bought me one, and the rest I did.”

Some of the dolls had little wooden stands to keep them up, and Riju had posed quite a few. Two were dancing, two were hugging, and six were holding hands in a circle. Kit giggled at one hogtied with twine. Another doll with wings held a thin piece of leather like a whip.

“Those two are kinky, huh?”

Riju chuckled. “It’s just a joke.”

“They're all so different.”

One had a headband with ears made from wood, and a bitty mask on a stick lay by another.

“What’s the mask?”

“It’s supposed to be a fox, but like one a kid would make as a toy. I figured a doll could have a toy too. Let me show you how I make a doll.” Riju hurried to his desk, and when Kit stood by him, he pulled him into his lap. “I only have one chair, so you can use me.”

A couple of blank, soft bodies sat on the desk among sewing supplies. Hair and facial features could be stitched on, and other things like clothes, wings, and tails could be added. Riju showed him a little book where he kept parchment patterns so he could cut out tiny clothes and make sure he wasn’t wasting the cloth. The book also had instructions on sewing teeny dresses and other things.

“I like cloth dolls, and they’re cheaper because you can use scraps to make your own too. Wooden ones that you put together yourself are also fun. Look.” Riju opened the top drawer of his desk where he had small boxes to keep pieces organized.

“Usually, boxes of arms and legs aren't something you want to find in a guy's desk,” said Kit.

Riju snorted. “See? These are the bodies. You snap the limbs into the holes here.”

Kit lifted one of the arms to look at it. “You made these?”

“Yeah. I had to be careful to get them all the same size, and it was hard at first. I messed up a lot too. I wrote down the measurements, and after I cut a little piece of wood and get it shaped, I have to shave it down a bit, sand it, and make sure it’s even.”

The hands were rather simplistic and small, which worked for a doll in Kit’s opinion. All of the pieces were even. The round heads were rather creepy since they had holes in them. That must have been for hair.

“This is amazing, and you made so many. You can put together a wooden one whenever you feel like it?”

“Exactly! Like right now!”

Riju had tiny pots for paint in another drawer, and he put his arms around Kit so he could rest his elbows on the desk and show him how to do a head.

He used a tiny brush and only a little paint. That kept it smooth so it wouldn’t clump. When Kit tried on a fresh head, he used pale pink for her cheeks and lips. He wasn’t as neat with his brush strokes as Riju who had more practice.

“When you’re done with the brush, you can’t let the paint harden on the bristles. It’s hard to get it off.” Riju placed the used brushes into a cup of water on a wooden tray close to the wall. “I probably need to change that. It’ll be fine for now.”

He showed Kit how to snap the limbs in. They had a little smooth ball where the shoulder and hip joints would be, and it took a bit of force to get them into the holes in the torso. The head went in the same way on top. For hair, yarn had to be poked through the holes, and a slim piece of hooked metal pulled it through another.

It was slow-going for Kit who hadn’t done it before. Soon, he was finished, and he bound the hair in two clumps with little ribbons to give her pigtails.

He had his first doll. She was about eight inches high, and he held her up to stand. He couldn’t imagine Perry ever taking the time to show him anything like this.

“She needs clothes, and I can give you cloth so you can sew her first dress,” said Riju. “Do you like her?”

“Hell yeah! Thank you so much. It was fun, and she’s so cute.” Kit kissed him, and the way Riju’s eyes lit up made it all better.

“She’s yours.”

“You could make dolls to sell so other people can enjoy them. I mean, look…” Kit gestured at the shelves. “You know how to make clothes for them and create the bodies too. Plus, if you can make dolls, you could make all kinds of other toys too. You’ve got the cats, and you could sew little animals.”

“I’d like to do that and have my own shop. Trig thinks I should stick with making sex toys since I’m good at it. He doesn’t like dolls or want me to run a kid’s toy business.”

“But you like dolls.” Didn't that matter more? He was also good at what he liked, and Kit never would have thought to make the body parts in advance. If a kid wanted a doll with a certain color hair or any feature, Riju could create it.

Riju shrugged. “Trig thinks the button-eye dolls are especially creepy and says they all stare. I don’t think they’re creepy. They don’t stare , and they’re my friends. They see me.”

“And you like that?”

“Yeah, because they don’t mind me.”

They also expected nothing specific of him.

“He also doesn’t like how I talk to them and says that’s for children,” said Riju. “I know they don’t hear me, and they’re not real people, but I like it because I can tell them anything, and…”

“They won’t tell anyone or judge.”

“Exactly.” A hint of doubt tinted Riju’s voice. “You don’t think they’re creepy?”

“Hell no,” said Kit, and Riju smiled. “If a person collects paintings with people, no one says all the frozen expressions and eyes are creepy, do they?”

“I don’t think so.”

“The button eyes don’t bother me either.”

“He thinks I should have less. I love making them and don’t have anything else to do with them, so I keep them. Stand up for a second. I’ve had this one the longest, but I didn’t make her.” Riju scrambled onto his bed and carefully picked up the one he’d tucked in. “Dory sleeps with me every night. I don’t bring her out much anymore because I’m afraid she’ll get too damaged one day. I’ll have to replace her shoes soon, and I gave her a new dress too. I’m trying to keep her the same as much as possible.”

Kit sat on the edge of the bed. Up close, her limbs had a few scratches. Riju must have touched up her painted face and redone her hair since it looked pretty good. The green dress with purple trim looked new along with her stockings. Her tiny white leather shoes were dry.

“Dory was my first.” Riju fixed a red yarn strand that was askew.

She was the doll he’d had for years and gone to the fair with. She must have been his only friend when he’d spent years on the street. Somehow, he hadn’t lost her despite whatever happened that one day, so whoever found him must have taken the doll, and it had been in the recovery room when Riju woke up.

“She sounds like a good friend,” said Kit.

“She is.” Riju placed her on the pillow and crawled over to sit in the middle of the bed.

Kit felt such a burst of affection for Riju, he almost didn’t know what to do. He’d never been with anyone so sweet, and he couldn’t believe Riju had invited him into his private space and shared his favorite hobby. He’d even gotten to see Dory.

“You’re sweet.” Kit leaned forward so their faces hovered inches away, and Riju smiled, although he didn’t seem to get the hint to kiss.

Kit pecked him on the lips. It worked since Riju kissed him back.

“I like you,” he said before trailing his lips up Kit’s jawbone and to his ear.

“I like you too.” Kit moaned as Riju nibbled on his ear. Kit wrapped his arms around him and inhaled his scent.

Riju gripped his thigh. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes.”

Riju pushed him flat on the bed and straddled him. Kit grunted as his cock strained at the cage.

“Please, fuck me, Master.”

Riju’s arousal was clear through his trousers. Kit needed it in his mouth or ass. Whichever. As long as he pleased Riju and could give him all of the bliss Kit would still be denied for months and months.

Riju leaned in to kiss him, and Kit ran a hand through his long red hair. “Turn over like a good boy.”

When Riju moved, Kit turned over, kept his upper body low, and stuck his ass up as he spread his knees.

“Please,” he begged.

Riju stripped off his coat and trousers but left his vest and shirt on. He climbed up behind Kit and reached between his legs to cup his balls again so he could gently massage them. “What do you want?”

“I need you to feel good. Please, fuck me, Master. Fill my ass.”

“I said you can relax in here.”

“I know. I like calling you Master too.” He realized he liked it far more than calling Trig that. He had nothing against his main Master, and he respected him, but using the title for Riju was more pleasing. In fact, everything with Riju had been more satisfying in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Trig was friendly and strict as needed. Riju was far sweeter, but he still had the same strictness that was appropriate when needed. Kit knew that if he disobeyed, Riju had no problem punishing him to put him back into his place and ensure he learned his lesson. Kit wanted even more to obey him and not just to avoid punishment.

“Please, Master,” he begged again as Riju kept fondling his balls. “I need you in me. I need you to feel good.”

Riju pressed the head of his cock against Kit’s hole and released pre-cum. “Will you say my name when I cum in you?”

“Yes, anything. Please fuck me, Riju!”

Riju started working his finger in. “You’re so needy, and I love it. I bet even without the cage, you’d be like that.”

By the time Riju had worked in three fingers and was rubbing his prostate, Kit’s cock was leaking. Riju took his time and pulled back to focus on stimulating his rim. Kit was damn close to begging by the time he stopped.

“Maybe after the cage spell is finished, you’ll stay for a bit.” Riju positioned himself.

“Hell, yes.”

“Good, because I’d like to make you cum on my cock and hear you scream my name.”

Kit moaned at those words as the head breached him. He pushed back, eager to be stuffed.

“Please,” he mumbled.

Riju worked himself in. “Are you still going to be this needy without the cage?”

“Yes!” Kit tried to push back to make Riju thrust.

“Why?”

“Because I need your dick in me! I need you to fuck me, Riju.”

Riju straightened up while still balls-deep in Kit’s ass. ”If you want my dick, fuck yourself on it. Show me how much you want it.”

Kit braced his forearms as he pushed back and moved forward. Riju didn’t grab his hips or anything as he remained on his knees, and Kit could imagine how it looked with the shaft disappearing in his ass every time he went back.

Kit kept up a good, steady pace and was rewarded by his Master’s quickening breath. His cock tried to thicken in the cage as it leaked, but he was more worried about giving pleasure than receiving. When Riju grabbed his hair to pull his head back, Kit whimpered and still kept trying to move on his shaft.

“Fuck,” Riju swore. “You really do want it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

Riju gripped his slave’s shoulders to hold him still and couldn’t seem to stop himself as he started to thrust. Skin slapped skin as he fucked his slave with rising intensity. Kit clenched his ass when he felt Riju’s rhythm stutter.

“Elira, yes!” Kit clenched again as Riju drove himself to the hilt and tensed. “Fill me, Riju.”

“Say my name again,” Riju gasped.

“Riju! Riju! I need your cum, Riju. Fuck me harder, Riju.”

He made a faint sound as he pounded further in and bit Kit’s shoulder nearly to the point of pain. After a last shudder, he stopped with his breath hot against Kit’s skin. “Fuck…” He pulled out. “My little Kit.”

Kit let himself sag on the bed. Riju kissed the back of his neck and lay beside him.

“Put your back against my chest.”

Kit scooted back and settled in the warmth of his body. For several minutes, they cuddled, and Kit thought Riju might have gone to sleep until he spoke.

“Trig says you’re not a real brat, and you were just unhappy before. You’ve been so good except for your first day, but that was a mistake.”

“He talked to me about that too.” Kit rubbed his eyes.

“You’re too good to be a brat.” Riju kissed his neck again.

“I don’t want to be a brat for you.”

Riju cuddled him for a bit more before he sat up and rubbed Kit’s hip. “I don’t like that you’re getting pierced.”

“Why?”

“I know the contract says we can do whatever we like to you, and you agreed to that, but piercing…it’s not the same.” Riju started fixing his trousers. “Trig wrote the contract before you came looking here, and he showed it to me. Where it said you'd accept anything, I thought he meant fucking or tying someone up when he felt like it. You know? The typical stuff. Not piercing. He never mentioned anything about it either.”

Kit shifted onto his back and stretched. “I don’t think I’d ever pick it on my own, but I’m not mad about it.”

Riju squinted at him. “It’s kind of permanent. You’ll have little holes in your body. Nothing else we do is permanent. You won’t be scarred or have marks on you forever from the other stuff.”

“I’m pretty sure small piercing holes can close up later if you don’t keep the jewelry in for a long time, so I could take them out.”

“Mm.”

Kit didn’t think it was that big of a deal even though he wasn’t excited about it. It was kind of permanent, but it wasn’t exactly life-changing either. If he kept the piercings later, no one had to know in the general public since his shirt would hide it. He could also remove them. Riju looked so worried, Kit hurriedly spoke again.

“I might like them. They’re supposed to feel good once they heal, so it could be a fun, new experience for me.”

Riju didn’t appear convinced. “I don’t like how you don’t get a safety word either. That’s been bothering me.”

“Really? It’s kind of important for this.” Kit gestured at the cock cage. “I wouldn’t do it, but what if I fucked Trig over eleven months in?”

“I know. I think having a safety word is more important. Mine’s tomato, and I’ve only had to use it once when Trig tried partial suspension with me. I had to stand on one leg with the other out and tied.”

“You didn’t like it?” Kit had done it before, and he’d enjoyed it.

“My leg had enough support from the ropes, and I knew I wasn’t about to fall, but I didn’t like feeling so unsteady,” said Riju. “I’d rather be tied up on the floor or with both of my feet planted. I felt panicky, so I used my word, and Trig took me down. I think you should have a word too. Oh, and a signal.”

“I feel safe.” Kit sat up. “Besides, I think if I told Trig I had a cramp or something was wrong, he wouldn’t ignore me. I wouldn’t be a good slave if he did something harmful to me, right? I’m alright with being pierced, and who knows? Maybe I’ll keep them.” He kissed Riju’s cheek. “Thanks for letting me in your room. I like my doll too.”

“You can come back again when I say so.”