Trig was friendly and strict as needed. Riju was far sweeter, but he still had the same strictness that was appropriate when needed. Kit knew that if he disobeyed, Riju had no problem punishing him to put him back into his place and ensure he learned his lesson. Kit wanted even more to obey him and not just to avoid punishment.
“Please, Master,” he begged again as Riju kept fondling his balls. “I need you in me. I need you to feel good.”
Riju pressed the head of his cock against Kit’s hole and released pre-cum. “Will you say my name when I cum in you?”
“Yes, anything. Please fuck me, Riju!”
Riju started working his finger in. “You’re so needy, and I love it. I bet even without the cage, you’d be like that.”
By the time Riju had worked in three fingers and was rubbing his prostate, Kit’s cock was leaking. Riju took his time and pulled back to focus on stimulating his rim. Kit was damn close to begging by the time he stopped.
“Maybe after the cage spell is finished, you’ll stay for a bit.” Riju positioned himself.
“Hell, yes.”
“Good, because I’d like to make you cum on my cock and hear you scream my name.”
Kit moaned at those words as the head breached him. He pushed back, eager to be stuffed.
“Please,” he mumbled.
Riju worked himself in. “Are you still going to be this needy without the cage?”
“Yes!” Kit tried to push back to make Riju thrust.
“Why?”
“Because I need your dick in me! I need you to fuck me, Riju.”
Riju straightened up while still balls-deep in Kit’s ass. ”If you want my dick, fuck yourself on it. Show me how much you want it.”
Kit braced his forearms as he pushed back and moved forward. Riju didn’t grab his hips or anything as he remained on his knees, and Kit could imagine how it looked with the shaft disappearing in his ass every time he went back.
Kit kept up a good, steady pace and was rewarded by his Master’s quickening breath. His cock tried to thicken in the cage as it leaked, but he was more worried about giving pleasure than receiving. When Riju grabbed his hair to pull his head back, Kit whimpered and still kept trying to move on his shaft.
“Fuck,” Riju swore. “You really do want it, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
Riju gripped his slave’s shoulders to hold him still and couldn’t seem to stop himself as he started to thrust. Skin slapped skin as he fucked his slave with rising intensity. Kit clenched his ass when he felt Riju’s rhythm stutter.
“Elira, yes!” Kit clenched again as Riju drove himself to the hilt and tensed. “Fill me, Riju.”
“Say my name again,” Riju gasped.
“Riju! Riju! I need your cum, Riju. Fuck me harder, Riju.”
He made a faint sound as he pounded further in and bit Kit’s shoulder nearly to the point of pain. After a last shudder, he stopped with his breath hot against Kit’s skin. “Fuck…” He pulled out. “My little Kit.”
Kit let himself sag on the bed. Riju kissed the back of his neck and lay beside him.
“Put your back against my chest.”
Kit scooted back and settled in the warmth of his body. For several minutes, they cuddled, and Kit thought Riju might have gone to sleep until he spoke.
“Trig says you’re not a real brat, and you were just unhappy before. You’ve been so good except for your first day, but that was a mistake.”
“He talked to me about that too.” Kit rubbed his eyes.
