Page 6 of The Toymaker
Riju made a slight noise as if annoyed, and Trig sighed as he looked down. “We already talked about this. It’d only be for our slave, not you, and you know he’d be entirely safe. We’re not monsters.”
“That’s fine, but why do you need someone to wear a cock cage for a year?” asked Kit.
“There's a new type,” said Trig. “Cock cages are to keep the submissive or slave's dick under their Master’s control. It also gives them the desire to please more and focus on their owner's pleasure since they won’t receive an orgasm. All of their energy is put toward pleasing their Master.”
Unless they took it off like Kit.
“A typical one can be quite humbling, and it can even make the wearer feel more needy and willing to do whatever they’re told. When a man doesn’t have control over his penis, erections, or orgasms, it makes him much more dependent on his Master. This one is spelled and requires a year to work. If it works and absorbs the sexual energy like it’s supposed to, the cock cage will hold that desperation in a way. Does that make sense?”
“Kinda.”
“If anyone wears it afterward, they’ll be desperate for relief and kept in a state of constant mental desire until their Master decides to take it off.”
“Oh.” Kit blinked. “It sounds…harsh.” And not exactly like his favorite thing to do.
Trig snorted. “The slave would have to learn to deal with it and please their Master anyway with no release if he decides to keep it on. The mental torment would be a bit rough but good for punishment, teaching slaves better self-control, or simply to make a Master happy. I got the spell and the design from another toymaker in Glibly who was about to retire. He had no apprentice or anyone to take over his shop, so he decided to sell the spell to me before he closed up. Since a spell like this takes so long for it to fully work, I can’t have you backing out after eleven months or whatever and wasting all of that time. I’d have to find someone else and start over again.”
Kit nodded. “Makes sense. Does it actually work? He’s tried it?”
“Yes, he tried it on someone who was willing.”
“Where’s that cock cage?”
“The guy he tested it on ran off with it later.” Trig rolled his eyes. “He’s likely already sold it to someone. The lord said he’ll give me money to produce more as long as I can prove this one works. Sometimes, his wife likes to keep him in chastity, so I’m sure he’d buy one. Erm, don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“I won’t.”
“If it works on him, I could teach others and sell the spell. He’ll invest money to help the business. It'd be a lengthy process to make more, but worth it.”
Money was on the line, and so while playing with no safe word and no way out could be dangerous, it made sense for this situation. Besides, forced slavery would be good for Kit. One year, and he could go back to Perry and be a good pleasure slave. One who did whatever he was told.
“If you accept, maybe afterward, you’d like to try out the cage once it’s ready,” said Trig. “Just for a couple of days.”
“I could do that,” said Kit.
“As for your time here, when we're not sexually using you, you’d clean up or help around the shop. Customers would also be able to test items on you. You can read the contract and see if you agree. Everything's in there. Does that sound okay so far?”
Kit nodded. “Yes.”
Chapter Two
Kit sat at the kitchen table with them to look over the contract. It gave him a general list of things that would be done to him during the next year. There were no safety words or signals, and he would accept whatever was decided. While he would have free time later, it could be taken away as further punishment if needed.
He was to obey Trig and Riju in all ways. They had to be addressed as Master without fail unless they specifically said otherwise. Either could punish him for any infraction, publicly or privately, and he had no say in how it was done. Others could use him if permitted by Trig. He also made all of the final decisions, and Riju had to accept them too since he was the secondary Master.
At the bottom was a space where Kit could write in a few things he didn’t like. That included being slapped in the face or spit on. One lover had done that to him, and their relationship hadn’t lasted long. Trig said he didn’t like that sort of thing, and neither did Riju, so they hadn't been planning on it anyway. Kit also didn't do anything involving privy activities, and Trig said they weren’t into that either.
Kit could help a little downstairs where they made stuff, although Trig and Riju would do most of the work. Kit would usually cook meals, clean the living quarters along with the shop area, and put away the laundry except for Riju’s since he put his own away. A laundress picked it up and brought it back, so actual washing wasn’t something he’d need to do. He’d be paid a small wage every month, and all of his basic needs would be met.
The only time he’d be allowed clothes was if he had to go into Raven’s Landing for any reason or if they went outside and it was cold. Otherwise, he’d be kept naked on the college groundsat all times. He’d wear a collar with lirek worked into it for the whole year, and that never came off either unless it needed to be cleaned or an issue came up.
Specifics weren’t mentioned, but the contract said he’d also have to learn to “deal” with Riju. Kit wasn’t sure what that meant, and he didn’t like the wording which made it seem as though Riju were a pest. Kit wasn’t allowed into Riju’s room unless he was specifically invited, and that wouldn’t happen, so it was a spot he didn’t have to worry about cleaning.
The entire time he’d been in the kitchen with them, Riju hadn’t torn his purple eyes away from Kit’s face. It had been a little unnerving considering he hadn’t said a word, and his expression was blank. Kit hoped he hadn't done anything to annoy him.
“Riju, I’ll watch the shop, and you can play with him first after he signs,” said Trig. “Fuck him or do whatever you want.”
Riju tilted his head. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
