Page 40 of The Toymaker
“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.
Chapter Nine
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?”
