Page 19 of The Toymaker
“I don't see why him being out is dangerous.”
“Technically, I know he'll be fine. I still get nervous about him being out in the city for hours by himself because-” Trig scrubbed his face with his hands. “When I first found him, he was nineteen and not what you see now. He was skeletal, and he’d been living on the streets for years because his parents kicked him out when he was eight.”
Kit gaped at him.
“There are shitty parents in the world as you know, and his home life had been rough. I got him to follow me into The Edge and up to my shop by promising food. He didn't want to come in here for it. I had to fight just to get him inside because hedidn’t trust me. When I got him in, that really set him off. I guess he thought I was going to lock him in the basement for life or whatever. He can’t use his lightning magic without a weapon to channel it, but he bit, kicked, and punched me. I couldn’t even get him out of the corner of the kitchen for the first day, and I had to lock him in the kitchen overnight because I was afraid he’d sneak out. It was like trying to tame an animal.”
He must have seen Kit’s expression before he smoothed it.
“He’s not an animal, and I hate saying it, but for the first day, he almost seemed like one. It was only on the second day, he finally calmed down a bit and told me his name.”
Then why say it? “He was terrified” would be a better way to put it instead of comparing him to an animal. Kit wouldn’t dare correct him.
“I had to fight with him on a lot of things because no one took care of him for years and taught him stuff. His parents didn’t take good care of him when he lived at home. He had a doll, so I figured he liked those, and I had to lure him with another in exchange just to get him to let me cut the knots from his hair. I’ve done my best to help him in the past six years, and he’s come a long way. He’s still not-” Trig waved a hand. “He’ll never be like us in his head because I guess it’s something you can be born with. I know he can improve a lot with more effort on his part.”
Kit’s eyes welled up because even though he’d been sold for a few coins, he’d had an easier life. Uncle had only taken him because he felt sorry for him, and he hadn’t ever wanted children. He’d still made sure Kit cleaned his teeth, bathed, went to school, and everything else a person should do. When Kit went out on his own, he’d been able to find work and do okay so he’d never gone hungry.
Riju had likely spent most of his time starving and alone. Maybe some had felt sorry for him in the way one would a dog and occasionally tossed him scraps or a coin. And then, when hewas old enough to work, nobody gave him a chance. They saw something about him was “different” and probably decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.
“How exactly did you two end up together, Master?” asked Kit.
“That’s not something I’m getting into right now. After a few weeks, I made him my apprentice because he was interested in making things like me, and I wanted to give him a purpose. He likes it, and he makes tons of dolls too since he’s obsessed with them. I think all of the eyes are creepy as fuck. He still doesn’t always like me touching him when he gets overwhelmed, and he hates strangers or people he doesn't know well touching him if he’s upset. He seems to like you, so…”
“I like him, Master.”
“I’m sure he’s figured that out too. If you were willing to risk punishment from me, I think he’d be safe with you. You showed you cared enough to risk your ass just to make him feel better, so that’s why you can go and why I won’t punish you further. I’d feel better if he had someone to go with.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Don’t think you’re getting off easy,” said Trig. “You’ll be allowed clothes of course, and you can relax with the title out there, but as soon as you come in, it’s clothes off, and business as usual.”
“Thank you, Master!”
Chapter Five
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 thephallus 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.
