Kadin gives a twitch of a struggle at the suggestion he could remove more. He's stopped fighting though, in the insane hope that if he's 'good' certain things won't happen.
Then the tingling starts in his legs and he makes a choked sound. Losing use of his legs is somehow more terrifying for him. I'll be good! What do you want me to do? Please.
Hearing that desperate begging inside Kadin's head, Balthazar lets out a soft laugh. So desperate yet still thinking he had a choice in the matter. This was going to be so much sweeter than the last time.
The tingling stopped as the hand started to peel Kadin's pants away. He'd keep his legs, for now. Especially as his pants were dragged down to his knees.
"But think of it. No arms, no legs, to get in the way. Left somewhere for someone to make use of...every hole you have to offer. Just as you should be."
His hips twitch after his pants are pulled away. He's already half hard and very distressed about that. Especially since it seems to like Balthazar.
The suggestion of every hole being used actually gets a choked sound out of him. He hates the idea of that level of helplessness but rest of it is appealing. His mind already jumped to how it might feel. His mind already helpfully suggesting places he could be left and what could happen. The back alley of that one dive bar, the abandoned factory that's used as a party space by certain gang, the shady truck stop just outside of town... and the train of thought is broken by Kadin internally yelling at himself.
For just a moment, Kadin will feel like's he's there in one of those places. Legs ending just above the knee, arms missing up to the shoulders. Completely helpless while six men try to use him at once. Shoving their cocks inside him with excessive force, as if Kadin were nothing more than a silicone sleeve.
It's there for a flash, then gone. Balthazar presses close, the phantom hands having been replaced by his own. One plays over his hip and the other finds the piercing he'd left Kadin with on their last visit. "I could make that your life, every...single...day..." With each of the three words, he flicked the bit of metal with his nail, sending vibrations down the wand.
That moment is enough to make his whole body jerk. He liked and hated it then hated himself for liking it. It's brought him to a full erection regardless.
Kadin ends up groaning when the little bit of metal is flicked. It lights off some more unhelpful thoughts involving metal and his dick.
Thoughts that feed into something Balthazar already had planned.
"It should have been your life already, subjecting yourself to men like that. Feeding on them. But it seems you saw fit to ignore your lessons..." all the while he talked, his fingers teased and stroked over Kadin's shaft. "I'll need to ensure they stick this time..."
His free and reaches up and starts slowly prying one of Kadin's hands away from the chain. Slowly. One finger at a time.
Kadin tries to ignore what Balthazar is saying and failing. He squeezes his eyes closed as if it'll help. He wants to argue he has been feeding. And he has been, just not off anyone that rough. With every encounter being consensual.
He struggles somewhat when his hand is being pried away from the chain. It doesn't have the same energy as his previous flailing. He's busy trying to retreat into his own head and distance himself from everything he's feeling.
The attention to his dick brings him a little back into the present but he pushes back.
But Balthazar handles those struggles as if they were nothing. Seemingly impossibly strong.
"If you'd do as you were taught..." he wrenched Kadin's arm up hard, twisting and pinning his hand up between his shoulder blades. "...you'd be strong enough to stand a chance...against me..."
As he started to pry Kadin's second hand off the chain, something shifted. The chain, the floor, it was hard to tell. But Kadin would be able to feel the floor beneath him. Just barely. If he stood on tip-toe, precariously balanced with his feet just a little too close together, he could relieve the pressure on his neck.
Again, Kadin wants to argue that he's been good but he knows it's the wrong kind of good. He's tried to wiggle his way around the rules, like he always does.
He makes a choked startled sound when his arm is wrenched into such an uncomfortable position. Feeling of his toes touch ground is momentary relief. It's just enough he attempts to speak, "I'll--" be good? do what you want? No. "--what do--" a gasp for air, "--you want me to do?"
Letting out a soft chuckle, Balthazar went to work on the second hand. Working against Kadin with ease, leaving his question to hang in silence.
Only when the demon had the other's arms both arranged neatly, if painfully, in a reverse prayer, did he lean close to speak gently into his ear.
"I want you to to hang here and just...think about what you've failed to do."
As he spoke, Kadin would feel something oozing over his hands. Sticky and sickly cold. Crawling over his fingers, his wrists, his arms. Spreading over his back.
A spike of fear goes through Kadin at those words. He doesn't try resisting at this stage but he's by no means happy about how his arms a positioned. The best he can do is focus on keeping his balance and not choking himself.
That spike of fear multiples when he feels the stuff oozing over his hands. His instinctive response to this level of fear is to manifest fire but that doesn't really work in this case. Still, his eye color shifts to red and his body temperature rapidly rises.
Another small, taunting laugh escapes Balthazar as he steps back. The substance settles, shifting from a thick liquid to something more akin to galvanized rubber, practically welding Kadin's arms to his back.
When his temperature starts to rise, however, the rubbery substance responds. It starts to contract and expand at the same time. On the inside, it slowly hugs Kadin's arms tighter. On the outside, it starts spreading a bit faster.
"Trying to escape already?" He clicked his tongue.
As if in response to the sound, chains leapt from the floor and wrapped around Kadin's ankles. He was left with just barely enough slack to allow him to breathe. And if Kadin tried to get hotter, there were more surprises in store for him.
And then Kadin does the worst thing possible for his situation, he starts to panic. His skin color changes to a deep red as his temperature continues to sky-rocket. The rubberized stuff squeezing only makes it worse leading to a vicious cycle.
The chains trigger flames on any of his exposed skin. Then he struggles, making everything worse, and choking himself. At least, his struggling slow with the lack of air. It does nothing to offset the panic however.
As Kadin began to panic, Balthazar materialized before him. Not bothering to even walk around him. He just stood there, watching. Much like a predator standing over trapped prey. No longer waiting for the right moment, but simply savoring the terror and the inevitable.
While the rubber slowly engulfed Kadin's torso, the metal at both throat and ankles began to tighten. It was slower even than the constriction of the rubber. But then again, it was a place where every fraction of a millimeter mattered. The metal collar hugged him tighter. The chains grew taughter. If he didn't calm down and cool off, he would soon find himself unable to touch the floor, unable to give himself any relief.
But then the real test would begin. Just how long could Kadin last without air?
In a strange way, Balthazar appearing in front of him calms him down a little. He has something to focus on besides sheer panic.
After several minutes, the squeezing of the rubber and chains get to a point he starts to calm. Need for air aside, he actually likes the tightness and restriction, he just doesn't like who it's coming from.
The flames die down first but he remains hot. He's no longer able to breathe but it doesn't stop him from trying to gasp for air. As his vision starts to go, something happens inside him, he taps completely into the stored energy. It's a burst of vitality that brings his vision back.
By the time Kadin calmed himself enough to extinguish the flames, the rubber had almost entirely covered his torso. It seemed to have grown as tight as possible over his arms, but it was far from done around his midsection. It seemed to move freer there, as well. Twisting and tightening as his body stayed hot. To the point that even without the chains and collar he would find it difficult to draw in a full breath.
Balthazar watched eagerly, as if anticipating the moment when Kadin would at last succumb to the treatment. But when he seemed to snap back, an eyebrow lifts. He's not disappointed, but more impressed.
He remained silent, content in to knowledge that this was one toy that would not break easily.
Kadin's never tapped into his energy reserves like this. He's no longer panicking because he's too busy being shocked. He still can't breathe but it feels like he has enough air. Discomfort everywhere is lessened even as he still clearly feels the rubber compressing him. He still feels what's happening but where things were starting to hurt before have just become uncomfortable instead.
He opens his mouth, half expecting to be able to speak. Nothing comes out. He tries moving next, but only accomplishes a wiggle. The extreme heat is gone now, his skin color shifting back to normal. He wants to ask what's going on. He's used the energy to heal before but it never hit him like this. He might be impossibly restrained but he feels stronger than he ever has before.
Reaching out a hand, Balthazar caressed Kadin's cheek. Almost affectionately. Watching him try to speak was bordering on endearing. If the demon were capable of feeling such emotions. This one had just so much...potential.
He leaned in closer, almost close enough for their lips to touch. "If you didn't know you could do this....just think of what else you're capable of...."
With the hiss of those words still hanging in the air, he vanished into acrid, sulphuric smoke. Leaving Kadin seemingly alone in the dark space.
Still trying to process what's happening, Kadin only half notices the caress. Balthazar leaning in that close, however, he does notice. He can't exactly pull away no matter how unsettling it is.
Then he's gone.
And Kadin still feels like he's breathing without breathing. What the fuck. He manages to focus enough to try to use the energy on breaking free from the chains. He does feel inexplicably stronger but it doesn't quite translate into what he thinks is reality.
Eventually, he'll settle and just focus on keeping himself alive.
If this were all completely real, Kadin's struggles to get free could have over powered Balthazar. Or at least made it difficult to contain the other's power. That actually surprises Balthazar. To the point that he decides he needs to hasten to the next stage before Kadin has a chance to think his way through this one. But given that it IS Kadin, Balthazar isn't in THAT much of a hurry.
It isn't until Kadin settles that the demon moves to act.
At last the chain slowly lowers Kadin to the floor, dropping him to his knees. The collar even loosens enough to allow him the space to breathe. And once he touches down, the rubber starts to move again. Tendrils lashing out and wrapping around his ankles.
The movement startles Kadin just a little. He doesn't struggle and just seems relieved when his knees touch the ground. Then he can breathe, sort of, it's rasping breaths but it's more than he had. He sure missed the feeling of breathing.
The rubber deciding to move and latch on to his ankles causes a sting of excitement. That he immediately pushes down. He likes this sort of exposed position and absolutely hates that he likes it.
Balthazar materializes out of the darkness, slowly pacing a wide circle around Kadin.
"Now that we know squeezing the life from you isn't an option, I need...a new idea of how I might punish you..."
As he paced, the rubber spread, starting to ooze over the man's legs. Kadin might also notice that it was getting harder and harder to feel his arms. They weren't going numb, but rather seemed to be fading away. As if the rubber were erasing them.
Kadin only half notices something going on with his arms but that just doesn't feel like his most important concern right now.
He tries to glare angrily at Balthazar as he moves around him but the feeling of the rubber moving to his legs distracts him. He spares a glance down, both liking and hating the oozing feeling. A part of him is very interested in what might happen when the stuff reaches his dick. That part of him is promptly yelled at to shut up.
With another dark chuckle, Balthazar leaned close to Kadin, sliding a hand over his rubber encased torso.
"You don't actually think I'm going to let it get THAT far, do you?" He tapped his fingers hard enough for Kadin to feel how low he was getting.
"You were supposed to be so much more...frustrated by now. If you'd only done as you were told...."
As he spoke, the piercing seemed to take on the same properties as the rubber. It shifted into a strange, viscous material. But instead of oozing downward, it seemed to throw out tendrils, lashing itself around his shaft. Hugging him tighter and tighter.
Kadin tries very hard not to react to Balthazar's hand, trying to will himself not to be interested. But he's enjoyed every gentle he's gotten from him.
"I... did!" Kadin responds in a rasping gasp. He thinks he did what he was supposed to, anyway. At least, the bare minimum. He could always bend the rules in the past.
Any further arguing goes out the window when he feels things change. A startled choked sound leaves him. The strange tendrils feel almost nice at first but then they keep getting tighter. He manages to choke out the word 'stop' when the squeezing begins to hurt. He starts to struggle again shortly after, finally realizing something isn't right with his arms.
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Then the tingling starts in his legs and he makes a choked sound. Losing use of his legs is somehow more terrifying for him. I'll be good! What do you want me to do? Please.
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The tingling stopped as the hand started to peel Kadin's pants away. He'd keep his legs, for now. Especially as his pants were dragged down to his knees.
"But think of it. No arms, no legs, to get in the way. Left somewhere for someone to make use of...every hole you have to offer. Just as you should be."
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The suggestion of every hole being used actually gets a choked sound out of him. He hates the idea of that level of helplessness but rest of it is appealing. His mind already jumped to how it might feel. His mind already helpfully suggesting places he could be left and what could happen. The back alley of that one dive bar, the abandoned factory that's used as a party space by certain gang, the shady truck stop just outside of town... and the train of thought is broken by Kadin internally yelling at himself.
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It's there for a flash, then gone. Balthazar presses close, the phantom hands having been replaced by his own. One plays over his hip and the other finds the piercing he'd left Kadin with on their last visit. "I could make that your life, every...single...day..." With each of the three words, he flicked the bit of metal with his nail, sending vibrations down the wand.
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Kadin ends up groaning when the little bit of metal is flicked. It lights off some more unhelpful thoughts involving metal and his dick.
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"It should have been your life already, subjecting yourself to men like that. Feeding on them. But it seems you saw fit to ignore your lessons..." all the while he talked, his fingers teased and stroked over Kadin's shaft. "I'll need to ensure they stick this time..."
His free and reaches up and starts slowly prying one of Kadin's hands away from the chain. Slowly. One finger at a time.
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He struggles somewhat when his hand is being pried away from the chain. It doesn't have the same energy as his previous flailing. He's busy trying to retreat into his own head and distance himself from everything he's feeling.
The attention to his dick brings him a little back into the present but he pushes back.
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"If you'd do as you were taught..." he wrenched Kadin's arm up hard, twisting and pinning his hand up between his shoulder blades. "...you'd be strong enough to stand a chance...against me..."
As he started to pry Kadin's second hand off the chain, something shifted. The chain, the floor, it was hard to tell. But Kadin would be able to feel the floor beneath him. Just barely. If he stood on tip-toe, precariously balanced with his feet just a little too close together, he could relieve the pressure on his neck.
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He makes a choked startled sound when his arm is wrenched into such an uncomfortable position. Feeling of his toes touch ground is momentary relief. It's just enough he attempts to speak, "I'll--" be good? do what you want? No. "--what do--" a gasp for air, "--you want me to do?"
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Only when the demon had the other's arms both arranged neatly, if painfully, in a reverse prayer, did he lean close to speak gently into his ear.
"I want you to to hang here and just...think about what you've failed to do."
As he spoke, Kadin would feel something oozing over his hands. Sticky and sickly cold. Crawling over his fingers, his wrists, his arms. Spreading over his back.
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That spike of fear multiples when he feels the stuff oozing over his hands. His instinctive response to this level of fear is to manifest fire but that doesn't really work in this case. Still, his eye color shifts to red and his body temperature rapidly rises.
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When his temperature starts to rise, however, the rubbery substance responds. It starts to contract and expand at the same time. On the inside, it slowly hugs Kadin's arms tighter. On the outside, it starts spreading a bit faster.
"Trying to escape already?" He clicked his tongue.
As if in response to the sound, chains leapt from the floor and wrapped around Kadin's ankles. He was left with just barely enough slack to allow him to breathe. And if Kadin tried to get hotter, there were more surprises in store for him.
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The chains trigger flames on any of his exposed skin. Then he struggles, making everything worse, and choking himself. At least, his struggling slow with the lack of air. It does nothing to offset the panic however.
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While the rubber slowly engulfed Kadin's torso, the metal at both throat and ankles began to tighten. It was slower even than the constriction of the rubber. But then again, it was a place where every fraction of a millimeter mattered. The metal collar hugged him tighter. The chains grew taughter. If he didn't calm down and cool off, he would soon find himself unable to touch the floor, unable to give himself any relief.
But then the real test would begin. Just how long could Kadin last without air?
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After several minutes, the squeezing of the rubber and chains get to a point he starts to calm. Need for air aside, he actually likes the tightness and restriction, he just doesn't like who it's coming from.
The flames die down first but he remains hot. He's no longer able to breathe but it doesn't stop him from trying to gasp for air. As his vision starts to go, something happens inside him, he taps completely into the stored energy. It's a burst of vitality that brings his vision back.
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Balthazar watched eagerly, as if anticipating the moment when Kadin would at last succumb to the treatment. But when he seemed to snap back, an eyebrow lifts. He's not disappointed, but more impressed.
He remained silent, content in to knowledge that this was one toy that would not break easily.
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He opens his mouth, half expecting to be able to speak. Nothing comes out. He tries moving next, but only accomplishes a wiggle. The extreme heat is gone now, his skin color shifting back to normal. He wants to ask what's going on. He's used the energy to heal before but it never hit him like this. He might be impossibly restrained but he feels stronger than he ever has before.
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He leaned in closer, almost close enough for their lips to touch. "If you didn't know you could do this....just think of what else you're capable of...."
With the hiss of those words still hanging in the air, he vanished into acrid, sulphuric smoke. Leaving Kadin seemingly alone in the dark space.
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Then he's gone.
And Kadin still feels like he's breathing without breathing. What the fuck. He manages to focus enough to try to use the energy on breaking free from the chains. He does feel inexplicably stronger but it doesn't quite translate into what he thinks is reality.
Eventually, he'll settle and just focus on keeping himself alive.
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It isn't until Kadin settles that the demon moves to act.
At last the chain slowly lowers Kadin to the floor, dropping him to his knees. The collar even loosens enough to allow him the space to breathe. And once he touches down, the rubber starts to move again. Tendrils lashing out and wrapping around his ankles.
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The rubber deciding to move and latch on to his ankles causes a sting of excitement. That he immediately pushes down. He likes this sort of exposed position and absolutely hates that he likes it.
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"Now that we know squeezing the life from you isn't an option, I need...a new idea of how I might punish you..."
As he paced, the rubber spread, starting to ooze over the man's legs. Kadin might also notice that it was getting harder and harder to feel his arms. They weren't going numb, but rather seemed to be fading away. As if the rubber were erasing them.
"Something to...educate you. Properly."
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He tries to glare angrily at Balthazar as he moves around him but the feeling of the rubber moving to his legs distracts him. He spares a glance down, both liking and hating the oozing feeling. A part of him is very interested in what might happen when the stuff reaches his dick. That part of him is promptly yelled at to shut up.
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"You don't actually think I'm going to let it get THAT far, do you?" He tapped his fingers hard enough for Kadin to feel how low he was getting.
"You were supposed to be so much more...frustrated by now. If you'd only done as you were told...."
As he spoke, the piercing seemed to take on the same properties as the rubber. It shifted into a strange, viscous material. But instead of oozing downward, it seemed to throw out tendrils, lashing itself around his shaft. Hugging him tighter and tighter.
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"I... did!" Kadin responds in a rasping gasp. He thinks he did what he was supposed to, anyway. At least, the bare minimum. He could always bend the rules in the past.
Any further arguing goes out the window when he feels things change. A startled choked sound leaves him. The strange tendrils feel almost nice at first but then they keep getting tighter. He manages to choke out the word 'stop' when the squeezing begins to hurt. He starts to struggle again shortly after, finally realizing something isn't right with his arms.
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