3_to_1 | OPEN RP POST

Now the shame and embarrassment start bubbling up. All because of the comment about his mouth and because that is what he'd rather be doing too. His cheeks actually get a little red.

He jerks again when the sound is flicked. He growls again, doubting it'll change much, he just wants to make his displeasure known. Even if his cock is starting to swell around the sound.

"Ooh, I think he likes that," Gus let out another harsh laugh as he gave the sound another harsh shake. "Think boss'd cut off my hands for pulling it out?" He considered it, toying with the bit of metal. Then he let go and shrugged. "Probably. Doesn't like people touching his things."

"Well, with some exceptions."

But now he was considering the logistics of making this happen. The table was a little too high to make it work. He nudged an empty crate over to the foot of the table and stood on it. Just right. He stood between Kadin's legs, staring down at him as he stroked himself. "You must've fucked up bad, boy. To get trussed up so snug."

Frustratingly for Kadin, the harsh treatment makes him fully erect. He tries to kick in frustration but only succeeds in making the table rock slightly. He both wanted to feel the sound move and wanted Gus to stop touching it.

Kadin glares at him at the mention of him fucking up. If he wasn't tied down it was the type of comment he usually started fights over.

Now that he was sufficiently hard himself, Gus spit into his own hand and slathered it over himself.

"You've choked on it often enough to know what you're in for," he said, far too amused with the situation. Using one hand to guide his cock, and the other braced on the table, he very quickly and very suddenly, pushed into Kadin's ass. Perhaps a little too eager to take advantage of the whole situation. Marked by the deep groan he let out.

He did know what he was in for but that didn't mean he was ready for it. A pained groan makes it out of him, despite the gag. It does feel good in a way but it's also too hard and fast. The muscles in his ass spasm around the intrusion.

Kadin squirms and tries to wiggle away, if even by an inch. He's not in a full panic but he isn't happy about the situation.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? They way you get around, I thought you'd be begging for it!" Gus let out a low chuckle as he began to pump his hips.

He was in no way good at it, focused entirely on pleasing himself with no finesse or consideration. And it was clear he wasn't one for stamina, either. He quickly worked himself up, grabbing Kadin's dick in a rough grip for added leverage. It wasn't long before he was grunting and moaning.

Despite not feeling much physical enjoyment, Kadin feels a familiar surge of warmth, of energy. More noticeable now after days without contact with anyone. It feels so good that he "pulls" on it. The affect of this should only make Gus more inclined to do what he's doing. Make him feel everything with sharper contrast. Of course, Kadin has no idea he can cause this.

He's busy trying to find a sliver of pleasure in what's happening. And there is some. It hurt at first but now he's starting to savor the stretched feeling as he's fucked. His dick being grabbed startles and distresses him. With the sound still buried inside, it's not the most comfortable feeling but... his dick does react positively even if he doesn't.

Gus wasn't the sort for introspection, even when he was calm. So a shift when he was in the middle of such a frenzy went completely unnoticed. If anything, that pull merely knocked down a wall. All that he'd been holding back purely out of fear of retaliation from Liam came tumbling out. It was fortunate, perhaps, that he wasn't exactly a creative person.

In the end, he just picked up his pace. His hips slammed so hard into Kadin that the table creaked, threatening to slide on the concrete floor. He seemed like he was trying to say things, but all but a few words like "yeah" and "like it" were swallowed by grunts and moans. As he started to get close, he pitched forward, letting go of Kadin's cock. Instead, his hand came down on Kadin's throat, between his jaw and the strap, squeezing hard.

Things start feeling good. Enough that Kadin's dick tries to get hard under Gus' too tight grip. So, rather embarrassingly, Kadin did "like it." He even tried to move his hips with his thrusts. He liked the deep full feeling.

It was already difficult for Kadin to breathe with the stuffed tube down his throat, then his air is completely cut off by the hand. There's very little he could do beyond thrash in place. He pulls harder on that nice feeling, unaware of its effect.

That hard pull only served to draw a manic grin of sorts across Gus's face and to tighten his grip. Either that, or it was the greatly restrained thrashing beneath him. Either way, he was intent on Kadin's face. Or rather, the effects the lack of air had on his face.

His second hand joined the first, crushingly tight. There was a faint glimmer in his eyes as he saw his own grip. A small recognition that he shouldn't be doing this, because if he killed Kadin he'd follow soon after. But before the realization could fully form, all that built up finally released and coherent thought fled. He buried himself deep, cumming harder than he'd ever done in his life.

Most people would've passed out by now. Kadin just barely hangs on to consciousness, his vision dark around the edges. His body can only spasm in place as he desperately tries to breathe. Kadin frantically pulls at everything he can feel, stretching outside the room.

Shortly after Gus cums, the nearest light starts to flicker strangely. It glows brighter than it should then in a loud crack, it breaks.

Those spasms seem to be exactly what Gus was over, so enveloped in the moment (and the hold Kadin has on his emotions) that he doesn't notice anything beyond his hands or his dick. Even after he's finished, and he's panting from the effort, he doesn't let go.

Well, at least not until the door opens. Vinnie had heard the bulb breaking and came to investigate. "What was--" He stops dead, seeing Gus with his hands on Kadin's throat, cursing under his breath. In a panic, he hefted the length of pipe he'd been using to look menacing in the corridor and brought it down on Gus's head. Gus dropped to the floor in an instant as Vinnie muttered something that sounded like "it's for your own good."

Kadin's vision had just gone dark, barely hanging on when the grip suddenly releases. He tries to gasp for air through his already restricted air way. He's unaware of how or why it stopped, just that it did. He doesn't register the broken either. He's too busy shaking and gasping.

He stops pulling as air returns to his lungs. As he starts to come around he becomes aware of the cum slowly leaking out of his ass. A flush of embarrassment hits him

With only a panicked glance at Kadin, Vinnie grabbed Gus by the the arm and dragged the man awkwardly from the room. He may have been strong, but Gus was a lot of dead weight. There was a lot of grunting involved. But soon the door fell shut behind them, leaving Kadin alone. But not necessarily in silence.

The sound of Vinnie's struggles didn't quite fade before his muffled voice could be heard. Someone responded, stern and cold. Frantic pleading. Sharp orders. Footsteps that faded deeper into the basement. Then silence fell. For two full hours, the basement was silent. Well, nearly. Here and there, a sharp cry or desperate scream would manage to make it through the walls, distant and faint. It all culminated with the sharp, unmistakable ring of a gunshot.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of footsteps approaching the door, and Liam walked in calm as ever. He set down a belt atop a closed crate and found a rag to wipe his hands, that appeared to be covered in blood. As he finished, he finally turned to Kadin. "I hear you've been through an ordeal. One which, by all intents and purposes....should have killed you."

There isn't much Kadin can do but wait and listen. He does notice the broken light and he has a pretty good idea what that means. Nothing else went up, at least.

The gunshot startles him even though he has a pretty good idea who was shot and why. He doesn't feel that particularly bad about it, the guy had a nice dick but it wasn't attached to anything remarkable.

Kadin feels a strange surge of both relief and dread when Liam enters. There's still bruising around his neck but otherwise he looks mostly the same as he did a few days ago. He doesn't try to make any sounds, he just watches Liam and waits.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" Liam said, with a lifted eyebrow before smirking slightly to himself. "You should count yourself lucky, I suppose. Gus is the sort who once he gets his hands around someone's throat...they don't get up. But what I find strange is...what could have caused it? I thought I'd crushed that urge out of him, or at the very least trained him into suppressing it. He hasn't had an episode like that in years, once we were able to channel it somewhere more productive."

As he spoke, he went about checking all of the straps that held Kadin, ensuring none had broken.

"But you've nothing to fear any longer. He was practically rabid, and has gone the way of any other mutt." He came around to the head of the table again. "Now, let's ensure he's not broken anything important." At long last, he unbuckled the strap and with a surprisingly gentle touch, extracted the gag from Kadin's mouth.

People tend to act on their more base instincts around Kadin, but he hasn't experienced a reaction that strong in a long time. Not that it's something he thinks he can explain in a coherent way right now.

No straps are broken but leather of some have stretched significantly. Kadin was half hoping Liam was going to remove them when he looked them over. As the confirmation of Gus' demise, he feels strangely good about it.

Kadin coughs reflexively as the gag comes out. He tries to speak for a second then abandons the idea, nothing comes out but hoarse wheezing. Had he been human, he would've been dead with a crushed and broken neck. His healing isn't going as fast as it did a dew days ago but its kept him alive. His airway is clear, if swollen and bruised.

Liam spent a few moments inspecting Kadin, making sure his head could turn. He provided no instructions. He merely unfastened the straps on his head and neck, and manually made his head turn, looking for a reaction that would indicate broken bones or serious damage.

Satisfied with what he found, he went about unfastening the other straps. Perhaps a bit on the rushed side. Everything he'd done in the other room had left him rather...worked up. And Vinnie had chosen to go into shock rather than do his duty as Liam's underling. And Gus...well, even Liam had his limits.

Once the straps were undone, whether or not he was ready, he dragged Kadin off the table by the jacket binding him.

Kadin had started to get used to things not being explained to him. At least what Liam was doing made sense for the moment.

He was glad to have the other straps removed but completely unprepared to use his legs soon after. His legs were stiff and not quite doing what he wanted them to. He makes a breathless distressed sound as he tries to get his feet under him.

Whatever is going on he really hopes he doesn't need to go very far for it.

Lucky for Kadin, they weren't going far at all. The only reason Liam even forced him to take a few steps away from the table was for that look on his face. But there wasn't much room to move, so in the end he forced Kadin down to his knees.

"Before we get to the final test, there's one thing you must do..." Liam said as he unfastened his belt. He paused, letting out a breath as he freed himself, fingers stroking over his mostly hard shaft. "And you have a very, very important choice to make."

Being on his knees was far more comfortable which is something he's going to try not to think too deeply on. His eyes light up for a second when he realizes what's going on. It's no secret that he likes sucking dick and he's also known for starting fights if anyone insults him for it.

"...choice?" He barely manages to get the word out as he glances up at Liam.

There was the look he was hoping to see. Liam had no doubt the choice Kadin would make, but still he had to draw it out. Savor that anticipation. And the obliviousness with which Kadin would make his choice. Liam's hand pushed into Kadin's hair, gripping it to hold his head back. Just in case he got too hasty.

"You've been through an ordeal. I could be nice and finally let you cum, or you can put your mouth to work." Pressing with his thumb, he made his dick bob barely more than an inch from Kadin's lips. "So which would you refer?" Conveniently, he left off the little caveat that it was to be a bit more long term than this one instance.

Even before attempting to answer, Kadin tries to lick at his dick when it gets close. He doesn't even think about whether he wants to cum or not. His balls are heavy but nothing terribly pressing.

Speaking is still difficult but manages to breathe out the word "...that." He looks at Liam's dick then up at him. He tries to get out another word, "...want." this time. In case it wasn't clear what he wants, he opens his mouth and holds out his tongue.

Barely able to speak, and still wanting it....that was far better than Liam had hoped for. The smile that stretched over his lips was full of cruel and cold delight. Kadin was in for a surprise, but one that would take some time to reveal.

"Good, that's the correct answer." He let go of Kadin's hair but for once did not force him, merely urged him forward. A craving like that would be force enough.

Not being physically forced is small relief. The urge is much stronger than it is normally. He doesn't hesitate in drawing him into his mouth. He takes a second to explore the head with his tongue.

Left to his own devices, he nearly chokes himself trying to push him in all the way. Even with his still sore throat. He swallows a couple times then pulls back to do it all over again. He works his mouth and throat like it was made for this. A needy little whine leaves him the longer it takes.

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