Balthazar had been watching and he was far from pleased. After their last encounter, he'd expected at least some change in Kadin. Instead, he'd returned to that blasted half breed detective and started filling up on all the wrong kinds of emotions. It was time to fix that. Especially before the little anti-demon spell could be worked.
He'd made sure Oliver's friend had been....delayed in his preparations. He waited until Kadin was far from his knight in shining armor to make his move. To tap into the little demon's mind. To his perception, everything would go dark, as if he'd very suddenly fallen unconscious. When he came around, he would find himself in a bare concrete room, about six feet to a side. The only light came from a small window in the door. Though the door had no handle, Kadin would find it difficult to reach.
There was a sturdy metal collar bolted around his neck. No locks, just heavy hardware. A length of chain was permanently attached, leading to a ring set in the floor at the back corner. There it was held with a sturdy lock. The chain was just long enough that if Kadin were to stand over the ring he could almost stand up straight.
It was all, of course, an illusion. Balthazar had been inside Kadin's mind long enough now, that he could weave a space that was indistinguishable from reality. He had big plans this time.
The fact things seem to be going well for Kadin, despite everything, is enough to make him nervous. Knowing Balthazar is out there and he has no way to defend against him, makes him more than nervous. He's sure something is wrong the moment things had been delayed.
Then everything goes black and he knows it's too late.
He immediately tries to pull the collar off. He's distressed not to find a lock and everything more or less permanently fixed. Still, he grips it on either side and tries to use all his strength to break it. Failing that, he starts yanking at the chain. He even tries bracing a foot against the wall as he pulls on the chain. Strings of curse words leave him in frustration.
When it's clear he can't do anything about the collar or chain, Kadin finally bothers to get a good look at his surroundings. "...Shit."
The door opened once Kadin had taken in the room proper. Balthazar for was silhouetted against the light beyond, but still unmistakable. He was silent for a moment, observing the chained man. He considered drawing it out. Leaving Kadin alone for a good long while, but there was so much work to be done.
"Oh good, you're awake," Balthazar said, the smile heard more than seen. "It seems your last lesson failed to make an impression, so we will be needing some...more aggressive tactics."
Kadin is somewhere between resignation and blind panic. "No, no! I fed on the right things this time!" Which is sort of true. Aside from kicking Balthazar out of Oliver's head.
"C'mon... I'm not doing anything wrong!" He gives the chain a solid yank in the slim hope it'll somehow suddenly break. "You don't need to do this!"
Balthazar clicked his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head. "You know that isn't true." He sounded truly disappointed.
Without warning or explanation, Balthazar reached up and pressed something on the wall outside the room. There was a loud buzz and the floor beneath Kadin trembled. A seam appeared as the floor started to split. Only a mere moment before the trap door gave way, dropping him into the inky black room below.
Unfortunately, the chain was much too short to let him reach the floor. He would be left dangling by the metal collar. All he would hear above was the sound of his cell door closing.
Shit, that was the wrong thing to say. The most Kadin gets out before the drop is a yelp. All he can do is grab hold of the chain to relieve the pressure on his throat.
He wouldn't put it past Balthazar to just leave him there to choke. For now he has enough strength to pull himself up a few inches. He's still gasping but that's more out of panic of not being able to touch the floor.
It took Balthazar a long while to appear. Not that he was visible in the pitch darkness of the room. In fact, there wasn't so much as a sound to announce his arrival, just the feeling of hands on Kadin's torso.
"We just need to be rid of a few things..." He said softly, as he wrapped his hand in a fistful of the man's shirt. And with a sharp tug, he tore the garment away.
Oliver had been growing more and more concerned about Kadin's situation. The preparation for the ward was taking longer than expected, and he got that news in the middle of Kadin having vanished for far too long. Apparently Kadin wasn't something normal, and that made things complicated.
He knew he needed something to make the waiting easier. Something to help guard Kadin even if it weren't a magical ward. His rough attempts at "training" him hadn't done the trick. It was evident he needed something far more tangible. Kadin didn't exactly seem like the sort to have much in the way of impulse control.
The idea hit him in the oddest of places. The grocery store. Taking a shortcut through the pet aisle, passed the display of collars and leashes. Of course. Given the way Kadin responded in the moment, he could very likely respond well to such a thing. Oliver had never gone in much for that "ownership" aspect of the scene. It was some ideal he'd tried to stick to, that partners should be equals outside the bedroom. But that didn't work out. And this wasn't a relationship, he reminded himself. At least not that kind. It was merely a means to help someone in need. Still in the gray area around professional.
But leather or nylon wouldn't do. Not just because of Kadin's powers, but he needed something that could lock, to drive it home.
It only took a little searching and he found just the right thing. He also purchased a few other options, if Kadin didn't respond well. He tucked it away, waiting for when Kadin finally returned. Or if that didn't seem likely, until Oliver found him and brought him back.
Kadin did eventually return but it took quite awhile. Almost long enough to warrant searching.
Usually, he doesn't feel embarrassment or shame about anything sexual but he does right now. It may partially be because he likes Oliver but mostly it's because he can't get the damn thing off. The 'thing' being a rather benign looking chastity cage the other demon put on him. Some sort of magic was involved because nothing was working. He'd become something of an expert of getting out of these kinds of things if he needed to but this one refused every attempt. It doesn't even slide slightly out of place.
He spent a day feeling frustrated and incompetent. He considered just disappearing again but decided that would be a waste of time, Oliver would probably find him eventually. And continue to be aggressively helpful.
When he slips through the door his body language is subdued, almost hugging himself. Most ridiculous of all, he feels guilty that he couldn't stop it.
Oliver knew it was Kadin the moment the door opened. The man had such a distinctive scent he couldn't mistake it for anything else. The mingling of so many subtle things he couldn't begin to name them all, most of which he chalked up to the fact that Kadin was part demon. And that he tended to spend his time in sex clubs. He was in the kitchen when Kadin arrived, and he stepped out, ready to greet the other with something warm but slightly sarcastic.
But then he saw the state of him. Any attempt at humor fell away.
"It was him again, wasn't it?"
That demon who'd harassed them before.
Oliver went to Kadin, a gentle hand on his back, urging him over to the couch.
Kadin frowns slightly, not sure how he feels about it being obvious. He tries to come up with a smart-ass thing to say to minimize it -- but fails and just goes with: "Yeah."
As he sits down, the idea that it wasn't a big deal pops up but he pushes that aside. He'd let that argument have more weight if there wasn't some evidence left behind. "So... uh." He pauses, should he just blurt it out? "I can't get off--shit, I mean, I can't get it off. Y'know like that piercing but..." he gestures to the whole of his crotch.
Even if Kadin had been the most calm and collected on the outside, Oliver would have known. The smell of stress and fear and all the things associated with trauma rolled off him in potent waves.
Sitting down with Kadin, Oliver put his arm around him. Calm and reassuring. Wanting him to know that he was safe here. Protected. Even some of what they did wouldn't look like that to an outside observer. The admission, however, had him pulling back slightly. Not entirely, but just enough to look Kadin over.
He could only guess at what "it" was, and that showed plainly on his face. "What did he do to you? Show me." There was a firmness in his voice. Commanding without being demanding.
There's some uncomfortable shifting and adjusting while Kadin debates showing him. He'd rather curl up against Oliver and forget the thing even exists. If pretending things didn't exist actually worked his life would be so much easier.
Finally, he lets out a long breath and unbuttons his pants. There's a familiar embarrassment that he only seems to feel when Oliver is involved. But still, he pushes back the fabric of his underwear and shows him. At first glance it looks like a normal, albeit high quality, chastity cage. It seems to be made out of some sort of resin or plastic, with no hinges or key holes, a seamless device. Brightly colored too, so it can't be missed.
Using his thumb, Kadin pushes against the ring at the base of it. It stays in place as if glued to him. "...See? I can usually slip out of these." Rather obviously, given how swollen his balls are, he's been having trouble getting off.
The job went well, mostly. It was more difficult to move thanks to the 'gifts' his boss left him. Each step triggered a strange ringing sensation. Metal balls that ring like bells when disturbed. And he had four of them inside him. He was to keep them in until told otherwise. They weren't the problem.
During the job, a bit of a fight broke out and that ultimately led to Kadin breaking his other 'gift.' It caught on something through his slacks and snapped in two. Part of it remained in place and the rest he gathered up and pocketed.
Returning to the warehouse, he tries to mask what he's feeling while in front of the others. The vibration of the balls was slowly summoning an erection. Someone slaps him on the back when he passes. He has to bite back whine. He gingerly climbs the stairs to the boss' office. Both excited and dreading it.
"Hey, Boss. I got them to pay up," he leads with the good news. "But... uh..." he fiddles with the remains of the cage in his pocket. Despite the neat suit, Kadin looks like a mess. He's breathing harder than he should be. He's also avoiding eye contact. He's trying, and failing to keep himself from getting hard.
"The thing just shattered," he finally says. He holds out the remains of the cage to him.
Everything may be exactly according to plan. The cage had been made out of a brittle metal to begin with, and Liam was more surprised that it hadn't broken sooner with how the man tended to behave. He half expected Kadin to break it with his own two hands, unable to leave it alone. He'd even spoken with a few of his men, hinting that they should be as rough as possible in their dealings with Kadin. Because, clearly, he needed to be taught how to "be a man." As was typical with crews, it spread without him his meddling. Jokes were made and behavior mimicked, until even a congratulatory pat on the back came hard enough to physically rattle Kadin. And the objects inside him.
Seeing Kadin approach, Liam dismissed the men he'd been speaking to. They'd been arguing over something on a clipboard, seemingly related to the dozen or so crates stacked up around them. Well, dismissed might be too gentle a word. He barked at them, and they scuttled off promising to get whatever it was fixed. A cruel smile carved into his face as he made vague threats after them.
But even that smile turned sour when he saw Kadin's expression. Even more so as he hesitated and fidgeted.
Snatching the broken cage from Kadin, Liam sneered. "This thing." His voice was hard as stone. "Was a gift. Custom made. And this is how you treat it?"
Kadin starts to work on some kind of apology, "I'm... I'm sorry, Boss." He actually is sorry, he kind of liked that cage, not that he would say that out loud.
While most sane people would continue down the path of apology and appeasement, Kadin takes a detour down a cliff. "Maybe... maybe it wasn't a very good gift," he says; his posture getting straighter. "Find a better craftsman next time and I'll take better care of it."
Without fail, Kadin is always more defiant when they're alone or outside ear shot of the other men. If someone else shows up he switches to grin and bear it.
A dark shadow settled over Liam's face as Kadin spoke. That was not at all what he expected to hear. He wasn't disappointed, though. In fact, he was delighted. In his own, dark and twisted sort of way. No one spoke to him like that, and those who did were punished accordingly. Though the pair of them couldn't be heard, the look on his face was enough to send any who could even see them scattering.
He lifted a hand and appeared ready to strike Kadin right then and there. But it settled on the side of his neck. Outwardly appearing to be little more than a firm but intimate gesture. But his hand came down far too hard, thudding against the other's body. His fingers curled around the back of his neck in an iron grip, his thumb digging into his cheek.
Leaning in close, Liam spoke through tight teeth, his face twisted into a warped into the strained smile of a man at the end of his patience. "Are you....giving me orders, now?"
Kadin tenses in anticipation of being hit. When it doesn't happen, it's not relief that goes through him. With just a slight shiver the balls shift inside him. he tries to mask that he's feeling anything but he's not doing a very good job.
He draws in a sharp breath then answers. "No, sir." Kadin leans into the too tight grip. Again, he doesn't take the wisest route in response. "You wouldn't know how to follow them if I did," said with a twisted sort of affection.
In contrast, Liam's expression shows nothing of how he truly feels. There's no hint of the surge of wicked delight he gets at seeing Kadin struggling so hard to hide the sensation. In fact, he shows the opposite. A growing irritation that all too often marked the coming of something terrible.
"I can't tell if you want to be punished or if you're just that stupid." He suddenly shoved Kadin hard toward the back of the room. "I'll see you in my office. Downstairs."
Typically, he held his "meetings" in the official office space of the building. A room overlooking the work floor of the warehouse. His men whispered about the secret office. There were as many versions of it as there were stories, but one thing was always consistent. It was in the basement, and it was supposed to be some sort of real life nightmare. And it was accessed through the door at the back of the room where they stood.
Kadin should have run off a long time ago. Of course, he didn't think he could. Maybe he deserves it. He does like it, well, not all of it. But the parts he likes are mind blowing.
The day previous, he'd been put in new. All the metal joints were welded in place. An iron corset forcing his body into an hour glass shape. It was predictably put on far too tightly and was in no way comfortable. Crudely welded in places that dug into his ribs. At the bottom of the corset, two lengths of metal were folded down to hug far too tightly against his groin. To them the cock cage was welded. It had a little bit of play of movement before but now it had none.
After all that, he was suddenly allowed clothes again. His old clothes, a dress shirt and pants. They only somewhat concealed the iron underneath. The corset had iron rods acting as support straps over his shoulders. Their outlines could just be made out under his shirt. Likewise there was a slight noticeable outline of the nipple piercings he was given. It was the cock cage that was least noticeable. His balls were a bit more noticeable as he found a hole in the bottom of his pants that they kept slipping out of.
He should be more concerned by this but he was told he could go out without being tied up or restrained. It's been so long since he was allowed freedom of movement. He'll take it even if it means he has to stay in this contraption.
Just because Kadin had been allowed free movement didn't mean he was allowed much freedom. When he wasn't in use, Liam kept him in their smallest store room. A small, bare cement box, barely bigger than a supply closet. It had been cleared out with the exception of an old mattress and a bucket. There were iron rings set into nearly every surface in the room. So far, they hadn't been put into use. It also just so happened to be their coldest store room.
When securing Kadin into the contraption, Liam had explained its purpose. His men were more accustomed to their "stress relief" being in a more feminine form. What Liam didn't mention was that those men had received their own punishments for such complaints, as they sure hadn't minded what hole they stuck it in. But it had given Liam ideas. It had given him a few ideas, but he needed to wait on a few items.
There was the sound of several locks on the door being undone, before it finally opened. Liam stepped in and closed it behind him. "Unbutton your shirt," was all he said.
The cold is what Kadin hated most about his 'room.' It made everything painful to touch. He imagined the feeling he felt was similar to the burning feeling others describe of hot candle wax.
As fucked up as everything was, Kadin still felt the need of approval from Liam. So, he was very quick to jump to his feet when he heard the door locks. Well, as quick as he can be with the reduced flexibly. He couldn't help a little pang of excitement.
He works to unbutton his shirt as soon as hears the command. He oddly felt more naked and exposed with his shirt still on and open.
Liam's hand slid under Kadin's shirt, sliding over the crudely welded metal that held him. Inescapable. Even if Kadin managed to escape, even his strength couldn't get him out of that corset.
His hand continued to travel, up to Kadin's chest. A thumb rubbing over his nipple. "Shame we can't give you real tits to finish the look." He lingered there for a few moments, letting the comment hang in the air.
The corset had been adorned with many rings and attachment points. Along the top edge, however, there were small downward pointing hooks. To one of these, Liam hooked a small chain. A chain which he wrapped several times around Kadin's nipple, behind the piercing. Enough to push the piercing away from his chest. The other end was then attached to another hook. The taught chain would ensure Kadin was aware of it with every breath. Liam repeated the process with the other nipple, before admiring his work. Meaning he rubbed and pinched the now stretched nipples.
Kadin tries to stay as still as possible, he doesn't want to wreck his chances of semi-freedom. Now at the comment about tits, he immediately shivers. A flush washes over his face and chest too.
His breathing increases and he winces a little when the chains are put in place. It is impossible to ignore. Further pinching gets him shaking and visibly struggling to keep his hands at his sides.
That struggle was almost too enticing to stop. But they had places to be. It was Kadin's first night out. It was time to test if his spiked cage would keep him in check. But Liam had a few backup plans in place.
He pulled out a rather wicked looking plug. All metal, larger than necessary and with some visible weight to it. "You're going to be on your best behavior tonight. Otherwise..." He twisted a small knob in the base and with each turn, the plug blossomed like a wicked flower. "...this will become a daily addition to your attire."
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He'd made sure Oliver's friend had been....delayed in his preparations. He waited until Kadin was far from his knight in shining armor to make his move. To tap into the little demon's mind. To his perception, everything would go dark, as if he'd very suddenly fallen unconscious. When he came around, he would find himself in a bare concrete room, about six feet to a side. The only light came from a small window in the door. Though the door had no handle, Kadin would find it difficult to reach.
There was a sturdy metal collar bolted around his neck. No locks, just heavy hardware. A length of chain was permanently attached, leading to a ring set in the floor at the back corner. There it was held with a sturdy lock. The chain was just long enough that if Kadin were to stand over the ring he could almost stand up straight.
It was all, of course, an illusion. Balthazar had been inside Kadin's mind long enough now, that he could weave a space that was indistinguishable from reality. He had big plans this time.
and some non-con/dub-con sooner or later
Then everything goes black and he knows it's too late.
He immediately tries to pull the collar off. He's distressed not to find a lock and everything more or less permanently fixed. Still, he grips it on either side and tries to use all his strength to break it. Failing that, he starts yanking at the chain. He even tries bracing a foot against the wall as he pulls on the chain. Strings of curse words leave him in frustration.
When it's clear he can't do anything about the collar or chain, Kadin finally bothers to get a good look at his surroundings. "...Shit."
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"Oh good, you're awake," Balthazar said, the smile heard more than seen. "It seems your last lesson failed to make an impression, so we will be needing some...more aggressive tactics."
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"C'mon... I'm not doing anything wrong!" He gives the chain a solid yank in the slim hope it'll somehow suddenly break. "You don't need to do this!"
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Without warning or explanation, Balthazar reached up and pressed something on the wall outside the room. There was a loud buzz and the floor beneath Kadin trembled. A seam appeared as the floor started to split. Only a mere moment before the trap door gave way, dropping him into the inky black room below.
Unfortunately, the chain was much too short to let him reach the floor. He would be left dangling by the metal collar. All he would hear above was the sound of his cell door closing.
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He wouldn't put it past Balthazar to just leave him there to choke. For now he has enough strength to pull himself up a few inches. He's still gasping but that's more out of panic of not being able to touch the floor.
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"We just need to be rid of a few things..." He said softly, as he wrapped his hand in a fistful of the man's shirt. And with a sharp tug, he tore the garment away.
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He knew he needed something to make the waiting easier. Something to help guard Kadin even if it weren't a magical ward. His rough attempts at "training" him hadn't done the trick. It was evident he needed something far more tangible. Kadin didn't exactly seem like the sort to have much in the way of impulse control.
The idea hit him in the oddest of places. The grocery store. Taking a shortcut through the pet aisle, passed the display of collars and leashes. Of course. Given the way Kadin responded in the moment, he could very likely respond well to such a thing. Oliver had never gone in much for that "ownership" aspect of the scene. It was some ideal he'd tried to stick to, that partners should be equals outside the bedroom. But that didn't work out. And this wasn't a relationship, he reminded himself. At least not that kind. It was merely a means to help someone in need. Still in the gray area around professional.
But leather or nylon wouldn't do. Not just because of Kadin's powers, but he needed something that could lock, to drive it home.
It only took a little searching and he found just the right thing. He also purchased a few other options, if Kadin didn't respond well. He tucked it away, waiting for when Kadin finally returned. Or if that didn't seem likely, until Oliver found him and brought him back.
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Usually, he doesn't feel embarrassment or shame about anything sexual but he does right now. It may partially be because he likes Oliver but mostly it's because he can't get the damn thing off. The 'thing' being a rather benign looking chastity cage the other demon put on him. Some sort of magic was involved because nothing was working. He'd become something of an expert of getting out of these kinds of things if he needed to but this one refused every attempt. It doesn't even slide slightly out of place.
He spent a day feeling frustrated and incompetent. He considered just disappearing again but decided that would be a waste of time, Oliver would probably find him eventually. And continue to be aggressively helpful.
When he slips through the door his body language is subdued, almost hugging himself. Most ridiculous of all, he feels guilty that he couldn't stop it.
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But then he saw the state of him. Any attempt at humor fell away.
"It was him again, wasn't it?"
That demon who'd harassed them before.
Oliver went to Kadin, a gentle hand on his back, urging him over to the couch.
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As he sits down, the idea that it wasn't a big deal pops up but he pushes that aside. He'd let that argument have more weight if there wasn't some evidence left behind. "So... uh." He pauses, should he just blurt it out? "I can't get off--shit, I mean, I can't get it off. Y'know like that piercing but..." he gestures to the whole of his crotch.
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Sitting down with Kadin, Oliver put his arm around him. Calm and reassuring. Wanting him to know that he was safe here. Protected. Even some of what they did wouldn't look like that to an outside observer. The admission, however, had him pulling back slightly. Not entirely, but just enough to look Kadin over.
He could only guess at what "it" was, and that showed plainly on his face. "What did he do to you? Show me." There was a firmness in his voice. Commanding without being demanding.
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Finally, he lets out a long breath and unbuttons his pants. There's a familiar embarrassment that he only seems to feel when Oliver is involved. But still, he pushes back the fabric of his underwear and shows him. At first glance it looks like a normal, albeit high quality, chastity cage. It seems to be made out of some sort of resin or plastic, with no hinges or key holes, a seamless device. Brightly colored too, so it can't be missed.
Using his thumb, Kadin pushes against the ring at the base of it. It stays in place as if glued to him. "...See? I can usually slip out of these." Rather obviously, given how swollen his balls are, he's been having trouble getting off.
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During the job, a bit of a fight broke out and that ultimately led to Kadin breaking his other 'gift.' It caught on something through his slacks and snapped in two. Part of it remained in place and the rest he gathered up and pocketed.
Returning to the warehouse, he tries to mask what he's feeling while in front of the others. The vibration of the balls was slowly summoning an erection. Someone slaps him on the back when he passes. He has to bite back whine. He gingerly climbs the stairs to the boss' office. Both excited and dreading it.
"Hey, Boss. I got them to pay up," he leads with the good news. "But... uh..." he fiddles with the remains of the cage in his pocket. Despite the neat suit, Kadin looks like a mess. He's breathing harder than he should be. He's also avoiding eye contact. He's trying, and failing to keep himself from getting hard.
"The thing just shattered," he finally says. He holds out the remains of the cage to him.
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Seeing Kadin approach, Liam dismissed the men he'd been speaking to. They'd been arguing over something on a clipboard, seemingly related to the dozen or so crates stacked up around them. Well, dismissed might be too gentle a word. He barked at them, and they scuttled off promising to get whatever it was fixed. A cruel smile carved into his face as he made vague threats after them.
But even that smile turned sour when he saw Kadin's expression. Even more so as he hesitated and fidgeted.
Snatching the broken cage from Kadin, Liam sneered. "This thing." His voice was hard as stone. "Was a gift. Custom made. And this is how you treat it?"
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While most sane people would continue down the path of apology and appeasement, Kadin takes a detour down a cliff. "Maybe... maybe it wasn't a very good gift," he says; his posture getting straighter. "Find a better craftsman next time and I'll take better care of it."
Without fail, Kadin is always more defiant when they're alone or outside ear shot of the other men. If someone else shows up he switches to grin and bear it.
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He lifted a hand and appeared ready to strike Kadin right then and there. But it settled on the side of his neck. Outwardly appearing to be little more than a firm but intimate gesture. But his hand came down far too hard, thudding against the other's body. His fingers curled around the back of his neck in an iron grip, his thumb digging into his cheek.
Leaning in close, Liam spoke through tight teeth, his face twisted into a warped into the strained smile of a man at the end of his patience. "Are you....giving me orders, now?"
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He draws in a sharp breath then answers. "No, sir." Kadin leans into the too tight grip. Again, he doesn't take the wisest route in response. "You wouldn't know how to follow them if I did," said with a twisted sort of affection.
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"I can't tell if you want to be punished or if you're just that stupid." He suddenly shoved Kadin hard toward the back of the room. "I'll see you in my office. Downstairs."
Typically, he held his "meetings" in the official office space of the building. A room overlooking the work floor of the warehouse. His men whispered about the secret office. There were as many versions of it as there were stories, but one thing was always consistent. It was in the basement, and it was supposed to be some sort of real life nightmare. And it was accessed through the door at the back of the room where they stood.
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The day previous, he'd been put in new. All the metal joints were welded in place. An iron corset forcing his body into an hour glass shape. It was predictably put on far too tightly and was in no way comfortable. Crudely welded in places that dug into his ribs. At the bottom of the corset, two lengths of metal were folded down to hug far too tightly against his groin. To them the cock cage was welded. It had a little bit of play of movement before but now it had none.
After all that, he was suddenly allowed clothes again. His old clothes, a dress shirt and pants. They only somewhat concealed the iron underneath. The corset had iron rods acting as support straps over his shoulders. Their outlines could just be made out under his shirt. Likewise there was a slight noticeable outline of the nipple piercings he was given. It was the cock cage that was least noticeable. His balls were a bit more noticeable as he found a hole in the bottom of his pants that they kept slipping out of.
He should be more concerned by this but he was told he could go out without being tied up or restrained. It's been so long since he was allowed freedom of movement. He'll take it even if it means he has to stay in this contraption.
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When securing Kadin into the contraption, Liam had explained its purpose. His men were more accustomed to their "stress relief" being in a more feminine form. What Liam didn't mention was that those men had received their own punishments for such complaints, as they sure hadn't minded what hole they stuck it in. But it had given Liam ideas. It had given him a few ideas, but he needed to wait on a few items.
There was the sound of several locks on the door being undone, before it finally opened. Liam stepped in and closed it behind him. "Unbutton your shirt," was all he said.
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As fucked up as everything was, Kadin still felt the need of approval from Liam. So, he was very quick to jump to his feet when he heard the door locks. Well, as quick as he can be with the reduced flexibly. He couldn't help a little pang of excitement.
He works to unbutton his shirt as soon as hears the command. He oddly felt more naked and exposed with his shirt still on and open.
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His hand continued to travel, up to Kadin's chest. A thumb rubbing over his nipple. "Shame we can't give you real tits to finish the look." He lingered there for a few moments, letting the comment hang in the air.
The corset had been adorned with many rings and attachment points. Along the top edge, however, there were small downward pointing hooks. To one of these, Liam hooked a small chain. A chain which he wrapped several times around Kadin's nipple, behind the piercing. Enough to push the piercing away from his chest. The other end was then attached to another hook. The taught chain would ensure Kadin was aware of it with every breath. Liam repeated the process with the other nipple, before admiring his work. Meaning he rubbed and pinched the now stretched nipples.
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His breathing increases and he winces a little when the chains are put in place. It is impossible to ignore. Further pinching gets him shaking and visibly struggling to keep his hands at his sides.
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He pulled out a rather wicked looking plug. All metal, larger than necessary and with some visible weight to it. "You're going to be on your best behavior tonight. Otherwise..." He twisted a small knob in the base and with each turn, the plug blossomed like a wicked flower. "...this will become a daily addition to your attire."
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