Page 18 of The Toymaker
“I want to go with Kit this year because he loves it too, and we'll have fun together.”
“You haven’t even known him for long! Why do you have to get so focused on things like this? You’re overreacting. It's just a damn fair, and it’s the same shit every single year! I don't know why you want to go anymore.”
“It’s not just a fair to me! It's something I want to do with him, and he loves them too!”
Kit couldn’t believe Riju wanted to go to the fair with him. He hadn’t even thought Riju would care to do that with him, and the sight of him crying on the floor made Kit want to go hug him all the more. It’d almost be worth the paddling.
In fact, it was. Trig had already made up his mind, and Kit couldn’t stand to let Riju cry. Trig should be making him feel better instead of simply being an arse about it. They’d been together for years. How could he be mean about it?
“Did I say you could move?” Trig barked as Kit hurried around the counter.
“He’s upset, Master.” Kit dropped to his knees by Riju who was hunched against the wall. “Master, please don’t cry. I’ll go with you next year, okay? I’m not running off as soon as the cage is removed. We'll go then, and we’ll see the acrobats and everything, Master.”
Riju shifted onto his knees and wrapped his arms around Kit who reciprocated and held him tightly. He'd deal with the punishment afterward.
Riju sniffled against his shoulder while Kit stroked his hair. It seemed to help since he quieted a bit. “You promise?”
“I promise, Master.”
Trig sighed. “Riju, go to your room, and I’ll talk to you in a few minutes. Maybe…we can work out something for this year with Kit, okay?”
“Okay.” Riju wiped his cheek on his sleeve before he gave Kit a quick kiss and shakily got up to head down the hall.
Kit remained on his knees, knowing that was probably a fib. Trig had already made up his mind, and now, he’d punish their slave.
It was worth it. Kit would do it again if needed, and he’d meant it when he said he'd go with Riju next year.
“Back in position,” ordered Trig. “Crawl over there.”
Kit obeyed, stood, planted his hands on the counter, spread his feet, and stuck his ass out. Trig selected a paddle with a lot of holes and positioned himself.
The cracks of wood against Kit’s flesh were loud, and each smack made the heat in his ass build. He tried to grab the flat surface of the counter as his knuckles whitened. He struggled to remain quiet, and Trig ripped a cry from him on the fourth strike.
“Don’t move, or I’ll start over,” Trig warned him.
The next smack was so hard, Kit wanted to clutch his bottom and hop in place. The threat made him stay still. Trig hung the paddle back on the hook of the wooden shelf they were displayed on. Kit’s cock tried to swell in the cage.
“If anyone else wants to test them on you, too bad. You’ll take it.”
“Y-yes, Master,” sniffed Kit.
“You deserved it for disobeying me.”
“Thank you for punishing me, Master.”
“I should put you outside today with another free sign and a paddle for everyone to use on your ass.”
Kit’s stomach clenched since he wouldn’t be able to sit for a month. The idea was still exciting even though he truly hoped Trig didn’t do that to him.
“You’re damn near dripping, you little painslut,” said Trig, and Kit could feel the dampness on the tip of his cock whichmade his face grow warm. “I won’t do those things even though you blatantly disobeyed me. Why did you disobey?”
“I don’t like to see people cry, Master,” said Kit. “I don’t want to see him crying either. I like him, and I-I just wanted to make him feel better. I’m sorry, Master.”
Trig went around the counter to stand opposite of him. “For that, you don’t have to apologize, and you can both go to the fair. It lasts for a week, and you can have three days. Go whichever days you want.”
Kit’s mouth almost dropped open. “What, Master?”
Trig ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve lived here for a good portion of my life, and quite frankly, I’m sick of it. It’s the same shit every year, and most fairs are the same. I’ve gone with him because he loves it. It’s gotten old for me, you know? He can go by himself, but I get nervous about him being out in such a crowd all day for so long. If I tell him to come back by lunch, he always forgets because he can’t seem to keep track of time by himself, and everything out there is so distracting to him. He wanted to go with you because he likes you, and I said no because we need to be strict with you. He gets so focused on things, it can be hard to steer him away.”
