“Riju, I doubt he cares about your damn dolls,” came Trig’s impatient voice as he folded the contract. “Nobody your age wants dolls, and you won’t find Kit secretly trying to play with them.”
Riju appeared so hurt for a second, Kit spoke again. “Red’s really cute, Master. I like her.”
“Kit, put your hands behind your head and spread your knees,” said Trig.
Riju gave him a delighted smile and set the doll on the edge of the chair Kit had been sitting on. “She can sit with you since you like her.”
Trig came around with the cock cage while Kit positioned himself.
The cock cage looked pretty normal. Kit’s dick wouldn’t have that much room to grow, and the bars were cold as it went on.
“The leather is treated to stay clean and not be damaged by sweat or water,” said Trig. “The leatherworker up the road is quite skilled. Still, be careful to clean your skin underneath it. If you do have any kind of issue with it, you're to immediately tell me.”
“I will, Master.”
The leather strap went under Kit’s balls, came around the front, and buckled. A tiny lock went through the buckle, and the strap wasn't too tight. The cage was on, and Kit was stuck with it for a year. It didn’t feel any different even though it was spelled.
“Master, am I supposed to feel anything at all?”
Trig shook his head as he straightened and reached for the lirek collar. “No, it’s like any other. If you put it on again when I take it off after a year, then you’ll feel the difference.”
“Will you tell me how you made it, Master?”
“Yeah, but not today.”
“Can I fuck him now?” Riju asked once Kit was collared.
“Do whatever you want to him,” said Trig. “Punish him well if he slips up in any way, shape, or form. Remember, he’s not a submissive like you, Riju. I won’t tolerate disobedience from him.”
“I know. You told me this already, and this isn’t the first time we’ve had a slave.”
“I'm just making sure. I have to reopen the shop now.”
Riju jumped up and hurried for the doorway. “Stay there, Kit.”
Trig leaned down toward Kit who hadn’t moved from his spot. “I don’t like his doll obsession because they’re rather creepy to me, and he’s too old for them. It doesn't mean you can insult his toys. He must like you a lot already for whatever reason if he left one by you. I don't know why and don't make him regret it. Remember, if you’re cruel to him, I won’t kick you out. I’ll beat your ass so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a month. Riju was here first, and don’t you ever forget it.”
Kit quailed at the expression on Trig’s face. “I won’t, Master.”
“I’m trying to make him better. He was quite different when I first got him, and I’ve put a lot of work into helping him. Don’t mess it up. Another thing: I know you can’t fuck him with the cage on, but if you two are ever playing around together, don’t try to pin him down or stick a finger in his rear.”
“I won’t, Master.”
"And if he tells you to stop anything, it means to stop."
Once Trig left, Riju returned after a minute with leather cuffs. He set them on the floor as he crouched and practically got into Kit’s face.
“I’m not stupid,” he said. “I can read.”
“I figured you could.” Most people knew how to read, including Kit, so he wasn’t sure why Riju would assume Kit thought he'd be unable.
“I’m not stupid,” Riju insisted again as if he thought the slave had doubts. “I know what I like and what I want. I know what the rules are for you, and you won’t be able to trick me. I will also punish you if you disobey.”
“I understand, Master,” said Kit.
Riju peered at him for a long moment. “Lie on your stomach. Put your hands behind your back.”
Kit lay on his stomach and put his hands behind him so the leather cuffs could be buckled on and hooked together. Since they'd be stricter while he was trained at first, it seemed no time would be wasted in trying him out either.
