Focusing on just moving, Kadin tries to block out everything else. He's trying to let his mind drift but he snaps back when the rings continuously get caught. His nipples are already sore by the time things shift to a bar.
Once there, Kadin feels more exposed than before, like everyone is looking at him. Like everyone is thinking about how he looks or thinking of things to do to him. It's terrifying and exciting and he hates it. He doesn't respond to the question but he pulls back against the leash. It doesn't get him anywhere but he tries to pull away and bolt.
As if Kadin's thoughts called it into existence, the murmurs from the patrons of the bar--still difficult to see in the shadows--start to become a little more obvious. Mirror exactly what Kadin thought they might be saying.
When the other tries to pull away, Balthazar gives a sharp tug on the leash, clicking his tongue. "Did you forget there's so much more I could take away?" In warning, what's left of his legs tingles slightly, as if they might vanish at any moment.
Balthazar pulls Kadin closer to the post, which has all manner of straps hanging off of it that hadn't been there moments before. And a small pile of locks sat neatly at the base. It was clearly meant to keep someone there for a lengthy amount of time.
The threat gets him to stop struggling abruptly. "Please don't," said in a very small meek voice.
Seeing the straps ignites a new worry Kadin hadn't considered. He could be left here a very long time. His physical struggling has stopped but mentally he's screaming and thrashing. And hearing the shadowy patrons comments don't help matters. On some level he knows this all drawn from his own mind and not quite real but it feels real enough.
One person wonders how much his ass can take. Another wants to take bets on how many guys he can suck off. Yet another comments about the size of his breasts and what they want to do to his nipples. Another compliments the cage and suggests putting it in a bucket of ice.
The ice comment certainly draws an appreciating nod from Balthazar, and he makes note of it. Something to be used at a later time, for certain. But for now, he needed to get Kadin up to the post.
"Behave yourself and I won't." He dragged Kadin to the post with the leash before the straps reached out to seize him as the leash vanished. One each above and below his breasts. One very snug across his belly. One more across his hips. Holding him in a sitting position with his back to the post.
"But don't worry, there's only one hole we'll be using tonight." Balthazar said as he set to securing the buckles with the locks. The click of each one far louder than it should have been.
Behave. Which he does actually want to try to do, if only to get this over with sooner. It's still not something he's good at. It's almost a relief to be strapped into that position, the fewer options he has the less he can fuck up.
The locks, however, bring back the unease. He can't quite see them with the collar but he can hear them very clearly.
Perhaps a little over eager to please, Kadin closes his eyes and opens his mouth. He fears being stuck with feminine features more than missing limbs.
"That's what I like to see..." Balthazar said, dragging his fingers over Kadin's cheek. "But we're not ready just yet..."
He had one final strap to apply. This one he came from the back of the post, which was only slightly taller than Kadin's head. He pulled it over the top, and a par of blunt hooks found their way into Kadin's nostrils. Then with a touch, the strap shortened, forcing Kadin's head back against the post and pulling his nose until it would be rather difficult to move his head.
"Now isn't that a nice look for you. But it's...missing something."
It's only a small bit of praise but Kadin enjoys it, even if it's fucked up. He grunts with surprise when his head is pulled back. He somehow manages to keep his mouth open, still trying impress. He knows in the back of his mind he'll probably regret being cooperative but it feels like his only option.
Missing? It gets his mind racing about what he could possibly mean. There's several options he can think of and the majority of them he'd rather not have. He'd welcome something like a blindfold but he doubts that's what he's talking about.
Balthazar raises an eyebrow. "Oh, no blindfold for you. You're going to keep your eyes open for this whole ordeal..."
He thinks for a moment before reaching into his pockets. And what he removes is rather...mundane. A pair of bamboo sticks, just a little too uniform to be chopsticks. And a pair of black rubber bands. He assembles it himself, taking his time to wrap the bands around the ends of the sticks, loosely, to keep them together. He then seizes Kadin's tongue and slides the bound sticks over it.
They're tight enough that they stay in place on their own, but the simple nature of the tongue makes it easy enough to slide free. So as a final measure, as he pulls his hand back, there's a new piercing in Kadin's tongue as if it had always been there. A barbell, the balls on either end thick enough that it would have been uncomfortable if he'd been able to pull his tongue into his mouth.
"That's much better," he says as he steps back to admire his work.
There's not much Kadin can do about it other than gag and shiver in place. The sudden new weight of a tongue piercing worries him, as much as the sticks keeping his tongue out on display. Somehow, the piercing feels more humiliating.
Excited murmuring from the crowd make it that much worse. He shivers again, out of a strange sort of shame. Then the shivering makes the nipple rings jiggle almost comically, making everything worse.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Balthazar said, approvingly. "Feels like you're exactly where you're meant to be. Fulfilling....your purpose." And as he said it, that very feeling rooted itself deep in Kadin's mind. As if it were his all along.
As Balthazar spoke, his hands dropped to his belt, very slowly unfastening the buckle. "Now why don't we show these fine guests just what you're here form, hm?"
Some parts of him do agree, that this is where he belongs. Those parts are quite content. Meanwhile the rest of him is screaming to be released. He's not exactly struggling but he is shifting and shaking.
It hadn't occurred to Kadin before now that Balthazar would take that kind of direct role. He can't help but wonder if he'll taste different and finds some excitement in that. And of course, some pesky part of him feels privileged to even get to see his dick.
Balthazar hesitated, looking over Kadin. Then, without a word, refastened his belt. The last thing he wanted was to give the other demon anything that might feel like a reward. At least not yet.
"Actually...it might be better for you to...settle in, first. Get nice and comfortable."
Before Kadin could react, Balthazar stepped back and simply melted into the shadows. The murmurs in the crowd increased, men making jokes about calling for the first turn. But no one moved. Leaving Kadin alone, exposed, and drooling in the middle of the floor.
Kadin manages to make a frustrated sound despite the restrained tongue. It's fucked up but he'd rather feel Balthazar than any of these strangers.
Being left alone with a strange growing crowd might be the most humiliating thing of all. There's nothing he can distract himself with, he can only sit there and listen to the degrading comments. So many eyes on him it's impossible not to feel completely exposed. There's still a pesky part of him that likes it, which shows with his nipples becoming hard despite the rings. Even his dick is struggling for space to expand.
It doesn't take long before he wishes someone would just do it already. A low whine leaves his throat, it's not quite begging, he just wants something to happen.
The time stretched on and on and nothing changed except the murmurs growing louder, until everyone was at a conversational level. Crude comments became clearer, a lot of them taking stabs at Kadin's gender. Only once Kadin had become truly desperate, and his chest streaked with drool, did someone finally step forward.
The man looked like a twisted version of Oliver. His hair lighter and swept back, the lines of his face far shaper and rather cruel. As he stepped out of the gathered crowd, already unfastening his belt. He pulled out a rather large cock, already rigid.
"Is this what you're begging for, little slut?" He said as he moved closer, stroking it.
As becomes harder and harder to shut out the voices, Kadin finds himself starting to agree with what's said about him. Especially those laughing about how much he obviously likes it.
And he does get desperate. There isn't much he can do beyond whining and drooling and shaking. He makes the neediest sounds at words like bitch, slut and toy. Then he sees him.
No, it isn't Oliver, but it's enough like him to hurt. Enough like him to be incredibly turned on. He shakes almost uncontrollably, it's not right at all and it scares him. But at the same time, god, he wants that dick in his mouth. He can't exactly nod, but he tries anyway.
The man grinned, stroking himself as he watched Kadin's attempts to respond. He stepped closer still, just barely out of reach of that forced open mouth, a bead of precum starting to dribble out of his cock.
"Is that what the little bitch wants?" he said with a faint laugh. "Does it want a little taste?" His comments drew laughs and more comments from those that watched. With a tight fist around the shaft, he managed to get a drop of fluid to fall, landing right in the middle of Kadin's exposed tongue.
Kadin can't help it, he strains, trying to get closer. He pants and whines. He tries so hard to convey that's what he wants.
He can hear every demeaning comment, and they sink in, even if he doesn't outwardly react.
The single drop touches his tongue and makes the neediest sound yet. The small taste is enough to remind him how good, and addicting, swallowing a full load can be. And just how much he wants that haze right now.
Kadin's attempts to closer, the sounds he makes when it touches his tongue, only makes the crowd more excited. Each response sends a wave of jeers and laughter with even more lewd remarks through the shadowed people.
"That's what I thought," the man said, squeezing out another drop. "Just a greedy..." he pressed the tip of his dick to Kadin's tongue, "...little..." rubbing it slightly, "....slut." He slowly pushed into Kadin's mouth, one had resting on the post, watching the other's eyes intently. As eager for the response as Kadin was for the cock.
Despite the laughter and jeers, Kadin still struggles for more contact. He tries to move his tongue to lick but can't quite manage it. With his attention so focused on dick, he could almost forget the familiar unfamiliar face -- until the man positions himself so he has no choice but to look.
Everything about this is wrong but he looks up with a clear desperate and wanting look. The moment his lips touch the cock, his mouth starts working around it. He's limited in what he can do with his tongue but he can try to create a seal with is lips.
This man isn't Oliver, he wouldn't be this kind of cruel. But the man is just enough like him to get a physical response like it's him. Kadin is now vividly aware of his own dick trying to expand and how swollen and compressed his balls have become. A couple of the shadowy figures draw attention to it, mocking how excited he is. One comments that he needs the cage because he's too much of a slut to control himself. It gets a reaction out of him causing him to whimper.
Gripping the post with one hand, the man who wasn't Oliver started to thrust. Hard. Not giving Kadin a chance to do any of the work himself. His uttered, cruel remarks are little more than growls, slamming against the back of Kadin's throat.
But before he can really get into it, the sound fades away. As if something had suddenly blown out the young demon's hearing, only there was no ringing to go along with it. Then the light starts to fade. First the crowd vanishes into deeper shadow. Then the man's face dissolves into it. Until it all goes dark. Kadin would feel the thrusts continue for several, long moments in the pitch dark. Then the rest of the man fades piece by piece. The heat of his body. His scent. The sense of the person standing before him. The taste. Until all that remains is the sensation of a cock using his mouth and throat. That stretches on and on, until it too fades into nothing.
Then and only then does everything binding Kadin fade away. Piece by piece. Until he is left helpless in the dark once more.
It felt good in twisted way. Just having a dick in his mouth makes him very, very excited, even if he can't do anything. He only half notices the world fading, his focus is completely on the hard cock. A little part inside wants so badly to be useful to somebody, even if its like this.
Once he realizes things are fading he starts panicking. As rough and uncomfortable as it is, he wants to feel cum shoot into his throat. And when that disappears without a payout, he lets out a whine of frustration. Disorientation kicks in a second later and he tries to feel the floor to ground himself.
There was indeed a solid floor beneath him. A floor of cold, hard concrete. But for a stretch of time, there was nothing but that floor. Not a sound. Not a touch. Just a stretch of seemingly endless darkness.
Eventually, there came the sound of footsteps. A hand with a coin tumbling over its fingers. A pinstriped suit.
"Well, that was a learning experience, wasn't it?" He said with a cruel smile. The coin vanished as he reached out to take Kadin by the chin, forcing him to look up. "Deep down, you where you're meant for. Now, if only we could get the rest of you to follow."
At first, that just pulled a chuckle from the demon, his grip tightening on Kadin's chin. The space around them seemed to warp and shift. Though it was still dark, it didn't seem quite so expansive. Unseen walls boxing them in. Slowly, shapes seemed to form out of the darkness. Black-on-black. Furniture, perhaps.
"What I mean is you think too much." He let go of Kadin's face before suddenly slapping him hard across the cheek. "And you ask too many questions."
Kadin doesn't see the darkness shift but he feels it. An oppressive feeling just outside his field of vision. He doesn't wonder if he should be concerned, he knows he should be.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know what you want if I don't ask?" He's more irritated by that than being slapped. And yes, he probably shouldn't talk back to the guy who kind of controls everything right now. "I can read emotions not minds."
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Once there, Kadin feels more exposed than before, like everyone is looking at him. Like everyone is thinking about how he looks or thinking of things to do to him. It's terrifying and exciting and he hates it. He doesn't respond to the question but he pulls back against the leash. It doesn't get him anywhere but he tries to pull away and bolt.
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When the other tries to pull away, Balthazar gives a sharp tug on the leash, clicking his tongue. "Did you forget there's so much more I could take away?" In warning, what's left of his legs tingles slightly, as if they might vanish at any moment.
Balthazar pulls Kadin closer to the post, which has all manner of straps hanging off of it that hadn't been there moments before. And a small pile of locks sat neatly at the base. It was clearly meant to keep someone there for a lengthy amount of time.
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Seeing the straps ignites a new worry Kadin hadn't considered. He could be left here a very long time. His physical struggling has stopped but mentally he's screaming and thrashing. And hearing the shadowy patrons comments don't help matters. On some level he knows this all drawn from his own mind and not quite real but it feels real enough.
One person wonders how much his ass can take. Another wants to take bets on how many guys he can suck off. Yet another comments about the size of his breasts and what they want to do to his nipples. Another compliments the cage and suggests putting it in a bucket of ice.
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"Behave yourself and I won't." He dragged Kadin to the post with the leash before the straps reached out to seize him as the leash vanished. One each above and below his breasts. One very snug across his belly. One more across his hips. Holding him in a sitting position with his back to the post.
"But don't worry, there's only one hole we'll be using tonight." Balthazar said as he set to securing the buckles with the locks. The click of each one far louder than it should have been.
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The locks, however, bring back the unease. He can't quite see them with the collar but he can hear them very clearly.
Perhaps a little over eager to please, Kadin closes his eyes and opens his mouth. He fears being stuck with feminine features more than missing limbs.
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He had one final strap to apply. This one he came from the back of the post, which was only slightly taller than Kadin's head. He pulled it over the top, and a par of blunt hooks found their way into Kadin's nostrils. Then with a touch, the strap shortened, forcing Kadin's head back against the post and pulling his nose until it would be rather difficult to move his head.
"Now isn't that a nice look for you. But it's...missing something."
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Missing? It gets his mind racing about what he could possibly mean. There's several options he can think of and the majority of them he'd rather not have. He'd welcome something like a blindfold but he doubts that's what he's talking about.
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He thinks for a moment before reaching into his pockets. And what he removes is rather...mundane. A pair of bamboo sticks, just a little too uniform to be chopsticks. And a pair of black rubber bands. He assembles it himself, taking his time to wrap the bands around the ends of the sticks, loosely, to keep them together. He then seizes Kadin's tongue and slides the bound sticks over it.
They're tight enough that they stay in place on their own, but the simple nature of the tongue makes it easy enough to slide free. So as a final measure, as he pulls his hand back, there's a new piercing in Kadin's tongue as if it had always been there. A barbell, the balls on either end thick enough that it would have been uncomfortable if he'd been able to pull his tongue into his mouth.
"That's much better," he says as he steps back to admire his work.
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Excited murmuring from the crowd make it that much worse. He shivers again, out of a strange sort of shame. Then the shivering makes the nipple rings jiggle almost comically, making everything worse.
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As Balthazar spoke, his hands dropped to his belt, very slowly unfastening the buckle. "Now why don't we show these fine guests just what you're here form, hm?"
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It hadn't occurred to Kadin before now that Balthazar would take that kind of direct role. He can't help but wonder if he'll taste different and finds some excitement in that. And of course, some pesky part of him feels privileged to even get to see his dick.
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"Actually...it might be better for you to...settle in, first. Get nice and comfortable."
Before Kadin could react, Balthazar stepped back and simply melted into the shadows. The murmurs in the crowd increased, men making jokes about calling for the first turn. But no one moved. Leaving Kadin alone, exposed, and drooling in the middle of the floor.
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Being left alone with a strange growing crowd might be the most humiliating thing of all. There's nothing he can distract himself with, he can only sit there and listen to the degrading comments. So many eyes on him it's impossible not to feel completely exposed. There's still a pesky part of him that likes it, which shows with his nipples becoming hard despite the rings. Even his dick is struggling for space to expand.
It doesn't take long before he wishes someone would just do it already. A low whine leaves his throat, it's not quite begging, he just wants something to happen.
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The man looked like a twisted version of Oliver. His hair lighter and swept back, the lines of his face far shaper and rather cruel. As he stepped out of the gathered crowd, already unfastening his belt. He pulled out a rather large cock, already rigid.
"Is this what you're begging for, little slut?" He said as he moved closer, stroking it.
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And he does get desperate. There isn't much he can do beyond whining and drooling and shaking. He makes the neediest sounds at words like bitch, slut and toy. Then he sees him.
No, it isn't Oliver, but it's enough like him to hurt. Enough like him to be incredibly turned on. He shakes almost uncontrollably, it's not right at all and it scares him. But at the same time, god, he wants that dick in his mouth. He can't exactly nod, but he tries anyway.
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"Is that what the little bitch wants?" he said with a faint laugh. "Does it want a little taste?" His comments drew laughs and more comments from those that watched. With a tight fist around the shaft, he managed to get a drop of fluid to fall, landing right in the middle of Kadin's exposed tongue.
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He can hear every demeaning comment, and they sink in, even if he doesn't outwardly react.
The single drop touches his tongue and makes the neediest sound yet. The small taste is enough to remind him how good, and addicting, swallowing a full load can be. And just how much he wants that haze right now.
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"That's what I thought," the man said, squeezing out another drop. "Just a greedy..." he pressed the tip of his dick to Kadin's tongue, "...little..." rubbing it slightly, "....slut." He slowly pushed into Kadin's mouth, one had resting on the post, watching the other's eyes intently. As eager for the response as Kadin was for the cock.
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Everything about this is wrong but he looks up with a clear desperate and wanting look. The moment his lips touch the cock, his mouth starts working around it. He's limited in what he can do with his tongue but he can try to create a seal with is lips.
This man isn't Oliver, he wouldn't be this kind of cruel. But the man is just enough like him to get a physical response like it's him. Kadin is now vividly aware of his own dick trying to expand and how swollen and compressed his balls have become. A couple of the shadowy figures draw attention to it, mocking how excited he is. One comments that he needs the cage because he's too much of a slut to control himself. It gets a reaction out of him causing him to whimper.
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But before he can really get into it, the sound fades away. As if something had suddenly blown out the young demon's hearing, only there was no ringing to go along with it. Then the light starts to fade. First the crowd vanishes into deeper shadow. Then the man's face dissolves into it. Until it all goes dark. Kadin would feel the thrusts continue for several, long moments in the pitch dark. Then the rest of the man fades piece by piece. The heat of his body. His scent. The sense of the person standing before him. The taste. Until all that remains is the sensation of a cock using his mouth and throat. That stretches on and on, until it too fades into nothing.
Then and only then does everything binding Kadin fade away. Piece by piece. Until he is left helpless in the dark once more.
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Once he realizes things are fading he starts panicking. As rough and uncomfortable as it is, he wants to feel cum shoot into his throat. And when that disappears without a payout, he lets out a whine of frustration. Disorientation kicks in a second later and he tries to feel the floor to ground himself.
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Eventually, there came the sound of footsteps. A hand with a coin tumbling over its fingers. A pinstriped suit.
"Well, that was a learning experience, wasn't it?" He said with a cruel smile. The coin vanished as he reached out to take Kadin by the chin, forcing him to look up. "Deep down, you where you're meant for. Now, if only we could get the rest of you to follow."
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After that whole ordeal it's hard to summon the outrage. Shame clung on more than anger. But he at least tries to pull away when his chin is grabbed.
Then his brain catches up on the words just said. "What do you mean 'rest of me'?"
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"What I mean is you think too much." He let go of Kadin's face before suddenly slapping him hard across the cheek. "And you ask too many questions."
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"How the fuck am I supposed to know what you want if I don't ask?" He's more irritated by that than being slapped. And yes, he probably shouldn't talk back to the guy who kind of controls everything right now. "I can read emotions not minds."
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