Page 38 of The Toymaker
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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.
