Page 47 of The Toymaker
“Isn’t it a rule here? To not modify a slave’s body without strict consent?”
“That’s with bigger stuff because you can’t change it. Like a tattoo for instance. You can’t get rid of a tattoo too easily.”
“I tried to be okay with it. I still don’t think it’s right to modify a person's body without permission.”
“Kit, do you have a problem with this?” asked Trig.
Kit shrugged. Trig was actually asking him? “Not really, Master. Maybe I’ll keep them in later if I like them. If not, you said the piercings can be taken out, Master.”
“He’s saying that because he’s our slave,” said Riju. “I think if a person is okay with getting pierced, their answer wouldn’t be ‘not really’ if they were asked if they have a problem with it. He’s clearly a pleaser, and it’s like taking advantage of him. You sprung this on himafterhe signed because you had a whim and decided it for him. I like pleasing you too, Trig, but if you tried to do this to me, I’d say fuck no.”
“Our relationship is also different.”
“It’s fine, Master,” Kit said as he looked at Riju. “You don’t have to worry.”
He wasn’t thrilled about it, but if Trig said so, he figured it was okay. He was supposed to obey his Masters, and it wasn’t like he was having an arm removed. He also didn’t like to hear them arguing.
Trig pointed at the stairs. “Riju, go wash your hands. We’re not discussing it further.”
“It was hardly a discussion when you just toss all of my objections into a midden and go right on ahead with it. You won’t even give him a choice in this.”
“Cut the attitude.”
Riju scowled and headed for the stairs.
“Fuck’s sake,” Trig mumbled before he dumped a couple of pins into a shallow tray and added vodka. Heat, vodka, and general cleanliness could prevent infection, although nobody fully understood why or how.
He also added two silver bars and the little magnetic balls that would be set on the ends. Kit wanted to play with the magnets since he’d never gotten to see any in real life before, but he remained still.
Trig also lit a fat candle with fire from his finger. Once Riju came back down, Trig went upstairs to wash his hands.
“I still don’t like this,” Riju muttered as he pulled on thin leather gloves. “He’s not budging.”
Kit smiled at him. “What if I really like them, Master? Maybe I’ll also decide to get a ladder of piercings on my cock someday.”
Riju raised an eyebrow. “I can’t see you with that.”
Kit couldn’t either because needles near his dick was a far more frightening prospect even with a healer doing it.
“I guess we’ll start with your right nipple. I have to get it hard.”
He used a rag to dab vodka on Kit’s right nipple. It was cold, and he started pinching and rolling the nub to stimulate it. Trig returned and pulled on leather gloves like Riju’s. He used tweezers to pull out one of the pins so he could dump it on a clean cloth and dry it.
“Riju, hold the pin by the end here. Use the tweezers and hold it in the fire. Turn it a bit to make sure it’s hot all over.”
“Why the fire, Master?” asked Kit. “Isn't the vodka enough?”
“It helps a little with possible infection,” said Trig. “Neither of us are healers, and the balm I got is the good stuff, but I think you should always be especially careful if you’re doing something that creates a wound like this. Most professional piercers are healers too, and it’s not an issue then. We’re not, so I’m taking extra precautions. Of course, if it does get infected, I’d take you to a healer right away. Let’s prevent it to start with, okay?”
Trig kept Kit’s nipple hard and pulled it out. Kit wasn’t sure if the clamps had upped his pain tolerance when it came to needlesbecause they weren't the same. Riju brought the needle over, and Trig carefully pinched the end with his gloved fingers.
“Hold still and keep calm. You can relax with the title too.”
He lined it up with the point not quite touching. Kit looked away as Riju clasped his shoulder, and he was able to relax.
Trig was quick with pushing it through, and Kit almost jerked at the unfamiliar pain in such a sensitive spot.
“Ow!”
