Page 16 of The Toymaker
"Riju, stop picking and eat the onions," Trig said halfway through the meal. "They're good for you."
"No, they're not," Riju declared as he picked out a stringy piece of onion to dump on the side of his plate. “You know I hate the way they taste, and the crunch is disgusting.”
“You eat other crunchy foods.”
“It’s not the same.”
“There’s literally no difference.”
“To me, there is a huge difference. I’ve told you.”
Trig sighed and gave up. Kit didn't blame Riju because he didn't particularly like onions either.
After Kit cleaned the kitchen, he was permitted more toasted bread.
It wasn’t filling enough, not that he complained. He felt a bit of pride since he’d been treated so roughly on his first, full day, and he hadn’t whined or acted like a brat. He’d made his Masters happy, and even though a day was barely anything, it surely meant he was getting somewhere with his goal of being a good slave who wouldn’t later turn into a brat.
He thought he’d be left in his room, but while he lay on his pallet, Riju came to sit with him and stroked his head again.
“Trig says you did well today,” he said.
“I’m glad, Master.”
Riju squinted as he looked ahead before he hunched down on the floor next to Kit. “You don’t need painallof the time, right?”
“No, but I do like pain, Master. I can get off on that. To a point. I can get off without it too, Master.”
“I'm just wondering.”
“I definitely need rough treatment to make sure I behave, Master. I wasn’t as good of a slave as I thought I could be with Perry.”
Riju bit the tip of his thumb as he stared at the edge of the pallet. “You sucked my cock so well this morning, and we weren’t that rough. You did that because you wanted to. I can tell. I’m not stupid.”
Kit patted his hand. “I know you’re not stupid, Master.” How many people besides that one nasty guy had called him stupid if he felt the need to say it sometimes? It was obvious he wasn't dumb at all. “I’ve been naughty before, and I want to be a better slave in the future, Master. Perry wants me to be a slave who always obeys. It's what a pleasure slave should do.”
Riju pointed at himself and vaguely gestured at the wall. “Worry about what I and Trig want. Not this Perry. We’re your Masters now, so focus on us.”
“Okay, Master.” It made sense.
“He didn't even give you aftercare.” Riju leaned in closer. “Besides, Trig can be nice too.”
Kit propped himself up on his elbow. “I like nice too, Master.”
He hadn’t had a real kiss in a while. Perry hadn’t even seemed to enjoy kissing him that much anyway. Hesitantly, he brought his face closer.
“Master, may I?”
“What?”
Kit thought it would be pretty obvious considering how close their faces were, but maybe he was wrong. “Am I allowed to kiss you, Master?”
Riju’s bright eyes widened for a second before he pressed his lips to Kit’s and practically made him purr with pleasure. Riju teased his lips open with his tongue and deepened it.
Kit’s cock stirred in the cage as he let Riju control the pace. How he wanted release even though it hadn’t even been long yet. He could get relief in a different way. He wouldn’t be gasping and spending his seed anytime soon, but he could make Riju cum. Kit could channel all of his frustration into pleasing someone else.
When his Master started kissing down his neck, Kit shivered. “Can I have dessert, Master?”
Riju paused. “You got all the food you’re getting today. Trig’s only restricting it this once, and he’ll never do like today again. I said I didn't like it, although he didn't listen. You’re not supposed to ask, and he said it’s a rule for today.”
