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."
The floor surged up under Kadin, forming a low table. Once it stopped, Balthazar grabbed a handful of his hair, dragging his head back. He let out a breath, dragging a finger down the other's cheek.
"You really are dense, aren't you?"
His hand then dropped down between what was left of Kadin's legs. He dragged his fingers over the cage around the other's balls and it vanished. Allowing him to grab them in crushing grip.
"I'd gag you, but that's but a temporary fix. We need to find another means to teach you to...Shut. Up." He gave those balls a sharp tug on each of the final words.
Kadin lets out a grunt when his hair his pulled. Despite his position he's still tempted to argue. He ends up choking a word he started to say.
His entire body seizes up with the pain. He flails for a moment with the instinctive urge to cover himself - with hands he doesn't currently have. It only takes a couple seconds before a groan of pain turns into a sob. His body shakes with the intense pain shooting through him.
It stopped him talking. He's still making sounds in the form of cries and sobs.
Those sounds seemed to only encourage Balthazar further, as he slowly started to knead at Kadin's balls. He sucked in a slow breath through his teeth, savoring those sobs. They were getting so very close to where he should be.
"There we go..." he said, purring the words out. "Now you're starting to understand....but I can't just stand here all day to remind you..."
Finally, he let go. Only to shove Kadin back onto the table that seemed to rise up to a more standard height as he did. And before Kadin could even think to fight back, Balthazar was fastening straps over him. Across his waist, his ribs, and his throat. All cinched crushingly tight, leaving him barely enough room to breathe.
That little tiny bit of praise was enough to awaken the part of Kadin that is terribly eager to please. Even amid the pain and sobs. There's no outward sign of that part aside from a small buck of his hips.
He hits the table with a pained groan, even if there's some relief from his balls being released. Then the straps start to choke and constrict. He was already helpless with the lack of full limbs but now he feels truly exposed. He can't even move his head to see what's going on. Even so the feeling of exposure does get a shiver out of him.
After giving the straps a final tug to test them, Balthazar stepped back into the shadows and seemed to vanish. While he was gone, either Kadin's eyes were adjusting to the oppressive darkness or some form of light was slowly being introduced. Shapes could be seen in the darkness. Clearly outlined forms, mostly boxy. Even from his vantage point he would be able to see some of it. Furniture for the most part. Several cages. Most of which seemed just barely large enough to contain a person without allowing much in the way of movement.
"Ah, here we are..." Balthazar said at last as he approached the table from the opposite end from Kadin's head. He set to work right away, fitting something around his cock. Something flat and cold. He was far from gentle as he crushed the man's balls to fit through hole that was dangerously close to being too small to accommodate such a maneuver.
Kadin only notices the furniture or cages for lack of anything else to focus his eyes on. He does idly wonder while they're there but it's not at the forefront of his mind.
What is at the forefront is the return of pain. Not being able to see what Balthazar is doing somehow makes it more ominous. More painful.
"What--" that attempt to speak cuts right off when his are pushed through a hole much too small for them. For the moment he just groans with the discomfort since he can do little more than flex against the restraints.
"The more you talk the more it's going to hurt...." There was nothing in his voice that promised anything good. He already intended to cause a great deal of pain, but he wouldn't mind an excuse to go further.
Once he had the square of plastic properly centered, he closed the device. A matching piece of plastic with a slightly smaller hole. This one just barely fit over the cage. He squeezed them closer together, sandwiching Kadin's balls between them. He had to apply a fair bit of pressure before he could even begin twisting the knobs on the corners to hold it into place.
"There we go, that's much better." As he slowly started to twist the knobs tighter.
Kadin tries to struggle, accomplishing little more than a slight wiggle. He realizes very quickly what's going on. Panic sets in with realizing just how little he can do about it.
His initial cries are sharp with surprise with just how much his balls are being compressed. And the knobs aren't even turning yet. Tears come when the knobs turn. His body shakes uncontrollably. He chokes on his own cries of pain.
That unhelpful thought process is back, thinking he only deserves to cum when his balls are abused. He tries to scream that thought process away.
The more Kadin squirmed, the more Balthazar tightened the knobs. At least he'd understood to stay quiet and wasn't trying to fight back. It seemed he wasn't so dense after all.
Only when the two plates were nearly parallel did he stop twisting. The clear plate on top was a nice showcase of just how much they'd been crushed, spreading them out in such a nice, clean layer.
"Now you're starting to understand..." he said, catching that little invasive thought of Kadin's. He tapped on the plastic with his fingernails. "You only deserve release if your balls are in the most agonizing pain. But we're going to have to really burn that into your head, aren't we?"
It's honestly something Kadin has never felt before. He's never pushed this far on his own. A mind-numbing crushing pain that is somehow exciting at the same time. But mostly he just feels the pain. He can't struggle so he yells and cries out instead. The word 'no' is mouthed several times. Each turn of the knobs bring out a new sob from him.
Then he hears what he's saying and "... you don't need to--" is all he gets out before he remembers speaking is an extremely bad idea right now.
After clicking his tongue in response to the partial objection, Balthazar gave the knobs just a quarter twist. "Of course I need to," he said, mockingly. "You've proven yourself incapable of learning any other way."
He dragged his fingers over Kadin's exposed thighs and stomach as he considered how to proceed. There were just so many options he could use, some gentler than others. But he was determined to make this the least enjoyable and most shameful orgasm the little demon had ever experienced. Which wouldn't be hard given his current situation. But it needed a little more...
Running a finger over the tiny, solid cage he'd given Kadin, the metal responded. It split apart into thick bars with wide spaces. It even grew out slightly, doubling from its slim profile. Once it solidified again, Balthazar dragged his fingers over the newly exposed shaft.
Shutting up, when there isn't something actively gagging him turns out to be very hard for Kadin. When he feels the cage change he can't help a, "What..." that slips out. He's not sure how this could get any worse for him but he's certain Balthazar would find a way. Especially since it feels like he has a direct line on his subconscious.
Despite the crushing pain, he still shivers at the touch. He tries very, very hard to suppress any suggestions his mind has to offer. It backfires a bit. There's a brief thought about the feeling of a sound stretching him. A sort of pain he already likes. Another thought being slowly fucked. He pushes those thoughts out his head as quickly as possible.
Gagging him would be far too easy. It was far more entertaining to train him into a new behavior that he could carry into his daily life. He wondered which way it would fall. Would he fear speaking, or would speaking summon the ghost of crushing pain? He hoped for both. That single word earned Kadin just the slightest twist of the knobs, barely more than a nudge.
"I nearly forgot..." He said, as if he'd had the idea himself. And from somewhere, he pulled a thick, solid sound. Probably far too thick for suck a tiny cage, but he didn't seem to care. Especially as he set to pushing it in. He took it slow, pulling partially out before pushing in just a little deeper than the last time. Slowly fucking him with the rod. "There we go. Much better," he said as he settled it into place.
Even the slightest twist gets a pained groan out of him. It's a flash of pain that goes through his entire body.
Now, when Kadin feels the sound, he makes the mistake of speaking. "Fuck!" He's trembling now, half wanting to rock his hips. The slow burn of the sound is, at least, something he can focus on. As less painful than what's happening to his balls.
As his dick is slowly fucked, he starts to groan softly. It feels good but still hurts, the stretch his painful and it pinches his dick against the cage. Yet he's slowly starting to harden. After a handful of thrusts, his hips twitch.
That single word earns Kadin yet another small nudge of the knobs. He really did need to learn to stop using his words, it would be so much easier on him.
"Since you can't see to keep your mouth shut, I'm adding a new requirement. Not only must your balls be in immense pain, but you must be stuffed with a sound. Only then will I allow you to cum." He gave the sound a sharp flick to drive it home, before stepping back. He needed one last thing.
Kadin chokes on the first syllable of a word he almost said. He's slowly getting it.
Speaking of pain the twist of the knob gets a new sob out of him. Now he's shaking, as much as he can given how he's strapped down.
The final flick of the sound gets a deep groan out of him. He's not completely hard but his dick is starting to really fill out the cage. There's embarrassment too, that he can find any pleasure in this. That he almost craves it.
The first sign that Balthazar returned wasn't a sound, it was a touch. He started running his fingers over the cage, practically kneading it. It was not a gentle touch.
"For how much you've been enjoying yourself, I expected you to be much harder," he scolded, rolling the trapped cock in his fingers. "We can't move on to the next phase until you're overflowing your cage." Because then the bars would be digging in painfully. And he would intently stroke Kadin until he reached such a point.
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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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"You really are dense, aren't you?"
His hand then dropped down between what was left of Kadin's legs. He dragged his fingers over the cage around the other's balls and it vanished. Allowing him to grab them in crushing grip.
"I'd gag you, but that's but a temporary fix. We need to find another means to teach you to...Shut. Up." He gave those balls a sharp tug on each of the final words.
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His entire body seizes up with the pain. He flails for a moment with the instinctive urge to cover himself - with hands he doesn't currently have. It only takes a couple seconds before a groan of pain turns into a sob. His body shakes with the intense pain shooting through him.
It stopped him talking. He's still making sounds in the form of cries and sobs.
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"There we go..." he said, purring the words out. "Now you're starting to understand....but I can't just stand here all day to remind you..."
Finally, he let go. Only to shove Kadin back onto the table that seemed to rise up to a more standard height as he did. And before Kadin could even think to fight back, Balthazar was fastening straps over him. Across his waist, his ribs, and his throat. All cinched crushingly tight, leaving him barely enough room to breathe.
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He hits the table with a pained groan, even if there's some relief from his balls being released. Then the straps start to choke and constrict. He was already helpless with the lack of full limbs but now he feels truly exposed. He can't even move his head to see what's going on. Even so the feeling of exposure does get a shiver out of him.
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"Ah, here we are..." Balthazar said at last as he approached the table from the opposite end from Kadin's head. He set to work right away, fitting something around his cock. Something flat and cold. He was far from gentle as he crushed the man's balls to fit through hole that was dangerously close to being too small to accommodate such a maneuver.
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What is at the forefront is the return of pain. Not being able to see what Balthazar is doing somehow makes it more ominous. More painful.
"What--" that attempt to speak cuts right off when his are pushed through a hole much too small for them. For the moment he just groans with the discomfort since he can do little more than flex against the restraints.
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Once he had the square of plastic properly centered, he closed the device. A matching piece of plastic with a slightly smaller hole. This one just barely fit over the cage. He squeezed them closer together, sandwiching Kadin's balls between them. He had to apply a fair bit of pressure before he could even begin twisting the knobs on the corners to hold it into place.
"There we go, that's much better." As he slowly started to twist the knobs tighter.
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His initial cries are sharp with surprise with just how much his balls are being compressed. And the knobs aren't even turning yet. Tears come when the knobs turn. His body shakes uncontrollably. He chokes on his own cries of pain.
That unhelpful thought process is back, thinking he only deserves to cum when his balls are abused. He tries to scream that thought process away.
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Only when the two plates were nearly parallel did he stop twisting. The clear plate on top was a nice showcase of just how much they'd been crushed, spreading them out in such a nice, clean layer.
"Now you're starting to understand..." he said, catching that little invasive thought of Kadin's. He tapped on the plastic with his fingernails. "You only deserve release if your balls are in the most agonizing pain. But we're going to have to really burn that into your head, aren't we?"
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Then he hears what he's saying and "... you don't need to--" is all he gets out before he remembers speaking is an extremely bad idea right now.
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He dragged his fingers over Kadin's exposed thighs and stomach as he considered how to proceed. There were just so many options he could use, some gentler than others. But he was determined to make this the least enjoyable and most shameful orgasm the little demon had ever experienced. Which wouldn't be hard given his current situation. But it needed a little more...
Running a finger over the tiny, solid cage he'd given Kadin, the metal responded. It split apart into thick bars with wide spaces. It even grew out slightly, doubling from its slim profile. Once it solidified again, Balthazar dragged his fingers over the newly exposed shaft.
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Despite the crushing pain, he still shivers at the touch. He tries very, very hard to suppress any suggestions his mind has to offer. It backfires a bit. There's a brief thought about the feeling of a sound stretching him. A sort of pain he already likes. Another thought being slowly fucked. He pushes those thoughts out his head as quickly as possible.
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"I nearly forgot..." He said, as if he'd had the idea himself. And from somewhere, he pulled a thick, solid sound. Probably far too thick for suck a tiny cage, but he didn't seem to care. Especially as he set to pushing it in. He took it slow, pulling partially out before pushing in just a little deeper than the last time. Slowly fucking him with the rod. "There we go. Much better," he said as he settled it into place.
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Now, when Kadin feels the sound, he makes the mistake of speaking. "Fuck!" He's trembling now, half wanting to rock his hips. The slow burn of the sound is, at least, something he can focus on. As less painful than what's happening to his balls.
As his dick is slowly fucked, he starts to groan softly. It feels good but still hurts, the stretch his painful and it pinches his dick against the cage. Yet he's slowly starting to harden. After a handful of thrusts, his hips twitch.
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"Since you can't see to keep your mouth shut, I'm adding a new requirement. Not only must your balls be in immense pain, but you must be stuffed with a sound. Only then will I allow you to cum." He gave the sound a sharp flick to drive it home, before stepping back. He needed one last thing.
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Speaking of pain the twist of the knob gets a new sob out of him. Now he's shaking, as much as he can given how he's strapped down.
The final flick of the sound gets a deep groan out of him. He's not completely hard but his dick is starting to really fill out the cage. There's embarrassment too, that he can find any pleasure in this. That he almost craves it.
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"For how much you've been enjoying yourself, I expected you to be much harder," he scolded, rolling the trapped cock in his fingers. "We can't move on to the next phase until you're overflowing your cage." Because then the bars would be digging in painfully. And he would intently stroke Kadin until he reached such a point.
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