3_to_1 | OPEN RP POST

That "pull" had an interesting effect. The sudden shift made Liam jerk back, shoving Kadin away from him in the process. Liam knew every twist and turn of his own mind. He had to keep his various urges under tight control to prevent even the slightest hint from sneaking out when in mixed company. This led to him knowing every subtle contour, especially when it came to pleasure. He knew precisely what led to him feeling such things. To have a sudden surge like that come out of nowhere when nothing externally had changed...well, it was cause for alarm.

He wasn't exactly operating on logical thought at the moment. The surge had thrown everything off balance, and he looked...frenzied, bordering on panic. He hastily stuffed himself back into his pants, as he rummaged through the boxes in the room. Something tore as he yanked it from a box. A thin sheet of rubber. The tear seemed to anger him further and he pulled it free. The piece was ragged, but quite large. The idea that followed was more out of instinct than anything. He snagged one the belts from the table with one hand before grabbing Kadin, and in one swift move had the rubber wrapped over his head and was cinching the belt snug.

This situation is unlike anything Kadin has been in before and he is aware he should be scared. Whatever he touched in Liam leaves him feeling dazed. He feels stronger and more alive but at the same time weaker. None of these feelings or thoughts are something he can dwell on before the rubber is wrapped around his head.

He puts up as much of a struggle as he can, which amounts to kicking fruitlessly. He gasps desperately into the rubber. There's a faint smell of both burning fabric and rubber as he struggles to move his arms. It takes a long time before his struggling starts to die down. His gasps become shallow and infrequent.

Even if left like that, he doesn't die. His body will stay warm with impossibly slow vitals.

A lot happened while Kadin was in that hood. At first, the pure satisfaction of watching Kadin collapse, of thinking him dead was enough to quell Liam's panic. He stood over the other, until his own ragged breathing calmed and he watched Kadin's twitches fall still. Focused on the task rather than contemplate what had happened, Liam made a few arrangements outside the room. Returning later, he expected to find a cooling body. But instead he found Kadin impossibly warm. He jerked his hand away, leaving the room.

Orders were given and plans were arranged. He started to give the order to treat Kadin as an enemy. Dispose of him in a way to ensure he could not be found. But was even his men grew uneasy with the process, plans changed. The customary barrel was altered. They would not simply dump Kadin inside. If he really were still alive, there was something to be gained here.

He was roused too soon, however. When the bag was at last removed, by a curious and cocky upstart--the youngest member of the crew who hadn't quite been broken by Liam--Kadin's situation had changed. He was no longer in a straight jacket, his hands instead bound behind him with simple rope. Several holes had been drilled into the wood of the barrel in which he sat, allowing for thick rebar to be threaded through. It kept Kadin propped up in a very precise position, severely limiting his movement. His legs were folded uncomfortably inside the rounded belly of the container. His ass should have been pressed to the seam at the bottom, but it was instead exposed to the air through a hole that had been cut just wide enough to allow access to both his ass and his cock. A seal of rubber protected his skin from splinters, but it wasn't there for his comfort.

"See? What'd I tell ya?" The young man said. "Dead as a fuckin' doornail. This whole thing's just cause the boss's some sorta sick pervert."

"Shut up and hold it still," said a gruff voice behind Kadin. Another member of the crew who had few dealings with Kadin in the past, but knew Liam a little too well.

"Yeah, yeah...." the younger man said as he gripped the top of the barrel. Cold, wet cement started to rapidly fill the barrel.

It would not be obvious that Kadin was breathing for about a minute. A ghost of consciousness is there, he understood there were people with him, he knew they were talking but he couldn't process what they were saying. It takes longer for him to regain sensation, his entire body feeling like a limb asleep.

His eyes are prompted to open with the distant feeling of cold but he can't see, at least, not yet. The world is a dark blurry haze. If his breathing had not become obvious, he starts to gasp. More air clears his vision enough to see light and dark. He tries to move but he can't honestly tell if he's being restrained or if his body just isn't responding to him.

The wet cement, he's not sure what to make of. He knows the smell of cement but he's having a hard time understanding that's what is on him. Something curious is happening to the cement even if he doesn't understand what it is; it's setting up surprisingly fast. Where it touches his skin it bubbles like its being boiled.

The breathing at first was not obvious to either man. The older man wouldn't have cared. It wasn't the first of Liam's victims to wake up halfway through, and there was hell to pay if the job wasn't finished. Then younger man, however, wasn't quite so seasoned. He wasn't observant enough to see it at first, but it was hard to ignore a dead guy's eyes opening.

He yanked back, yelling. "The doornail's not dead!!"

"Hold the fuckin' barrel!" the older man bellowed. "Or I'll break your fingers before the boss gets a chance to break your wrists!"

In a panic and as if afraid Kadin might bite him, the younger man reached for the lip of the barrel again, while keeping the rest of his body as far from it as he could.

The older man grunted and just said "never seen that before..." continuing to fill the barrel despite the rapid setting of cement. At least it meant they could be done with this mess faster.

It takes Kadin a long time to process what's going on. All the pieces were there but he can't quite put them together until the barrel is nearly full. He knows the barrel treatment is reserved for getting rid of bodies and it wouldn't be the first time he was assumed to be dead. That doesn't stop the spike of panic when he realizes its cement. The fear comes at the thought of how much it would take to break out, meaning he'll be stuck for a very long time.

His outward reaction is just to groan and mutter a curse or two. He has questions but he doesn't ask them, these guys wouldn't know. Plus, his throat hurts even worse than before. He does attempt a brief struggle but the cement is already setting and limiting his movements.

The men worked quickly and nearly silently. The younger man kept muttering to himself, clearly troubled by the whole situation. Not so much that he was part of it, but rather that Liam was capable of this sort of thing. All he could think of was what might happen to him if he were to step out of line. He was a bit lacking in both brains and empathy. The older man just kept at it, using a shovel to get just the right amount of concrete into the barrel.

Because next came the lid. It wasn't standard fare for a barrel like this, but rather a custom job. A little something Liam had used before. It came in two pieces so a metal collar set into the middle could be fitted around Kadin's neck. It took a few barked orders from the older man for his partner to help settle in into place. After a few adjustments, and a lot of fastening of both locks, pins and screws, the top was firmly in place. The collar was quite snug, the smallest fraction shy of making it difficult to breathe. But it was short enough that Kadin could still move his head. Well, as much as the rest of his confinement would allow.

The old man then dismissed the younger man, who took off at a full sprint away from the scene. There was still a bit more work to do. If Kadin were to speak to him as he worked, the older man would give no more than a grunt in response, but mostly he acted as if he heard nothing. Most of the time he wouldn't be able to hear anything, as his work got quite loud. He cut and grind away the small portions of rebar that still protruded from the barrel, as well as any concrete that had seeped out. He even went so far as to fill the gaps, making the barrel's exterior wood seem unblemished. This was very much meant to be a longer term situation.

But once that work was through, he simply picked up his tools and walked away. This left Kadin in his new barrel, propped up on saw horses. In the dark, drafty space, it was clear that it wasn't just Kadin's cock and balls that were given an opening in the barrel, but his ass as well. He would soon be put to use, but for now all he had was the distant sounds of men working elsewhere in the warehouse.

That is, until more than an hour after the older man had finished and left, the faint sounds of footsteps could be heard behind him.

Some of what's happening Kadin takes as good signs. Using the term 'good' very loosely. Good as in the barrel wouldn't just be rolled into the ocean. Not right away anyway. It leaves the possibility of, eventually, summoning the strength to get free. He broke concrete once during the war. It was an extreme circumstance and something he'd been able to do since. But... it still offers a chance. He's afraid but not of dying.

He hoarsely attempted talking, trying to get some sort of reaction out of the remaining guy, but eventually gave up. He still talked at him however, preforming a one sided conversation and acting as if the guy was actually talking with him. "Yeah, I thought so too." Is the last thing he says as the guy leaves.

Then he's alone. A cold draft makes him very aware of what parts of him are exposed. His body tries to shiver but it's a much stranger feeling up against unyielding cement. He tries to move and get an idea how much space he has; it turns out to be very little. Fear wells up more vividly than before. He's going to be stuck like this a long time and that thought is terrifying.

He barely notices the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps stopped close enough to the barrel that the figure's shadow stretched into Kadin's field of vision. He didn't say anything at first, instead choosing to pace, slowly, taking in the sight before him. Though there was no mistaking, that Liam had at last returned.

He ran his hands over the barrel finally, inspecting the craftsmanship. He thumped it a few times to ensure it was properly filled, checking the seals as well.

"The old man never disappoints." He sounded quite pleased, too. But as he stood and moved around to the front of the barrel, his tone dropped, dripping with disappointment. "Unlike some people in my employ. Which is why we still need this."

From his pocket he pulled Kadin's old cage that had been rather hastily welded back together. Which meant there were large lumps that would add to the overall discomfort. He held it up for Kadin to see properly in the light. "I've commissioned one of vastly better quality, one that I doubt even you would dare break. But proper quality takes time. A lot of time. A month or more, I'm told. So until then, I needed to ensure you weren't going to be causing trouble. Hence..." He waved the cage at Kadin's rather comprehensive restraints. "...all this."

Kadin startles but the only outward indication he's capable of is a jerk of his head. In a twisted way he's a little relieved that it is Liam and not a stranger. That relief disappears when he sees the cage. He doesn't look at all happy to see it and would try to wiggle away if he could.

Focusing on completely the wrong thing Kadin speaks, "...causing trouble how?" His voice is rough and strained. The difficulty breathing in concrete keeps him from saying some smart-ass things that would get him into more trouble than he's in.

Finally, he catches on to the 'month' part. With realization dawning his expression changes to a more fearful one. Stuck as he is for a month? He's certain he'd live through it but not at all sure he wants</> to.

At first, Liam's face is a stern mask. But when Kadin gives that look of horror, Liam gives a cruel yet pleased smile. That was just what he was looking for. The month wasn't entirely true. But truth wasn't what mattered here. He intended to keep Kadin in there as long as it was fun to do so. Which would like be longer than just the one month.

"I think you already know," was the only thing Liam had to say to the actual question, looking rather irritated that he'd even be asked to explain.

He knelt down in front of the barrel finally, and took Kadin's shaft in one hand. He grazed his thumb over it, almost tenderly, before he set to slowly sliding the cage on.

Kadin attempts to wiggle away but only succeeds in finding out his nipples like being rubbed into the rough concrete. He's suddenly very glad Liam can't see it. He stops trying to wiggle as a blush starts to appear on his face.

He opens his mouth like he's going to say something but whatever it is gets caught in his throat. It's Liam's touch that does it. With most of his body trapped away, the parts exposed feel extra sensitive. And his dick is trying to be an over achiever, trying to harden despite the introduction of the cage.

Though the edge of the barrel would block him from seeing Kadin's face, Liam still glanced up, his fingers continuing to caress him.

"Still so eager, even with all of this." He clicked his tongue, even though he continued to caress Kadin's cock. "In time, you'll learn."

At last, he pushed the cage fully into place, but he took his time situating it. It was almost as if he were allowing extra time for his fingers to move over that tender, trapped skin.

"Maybe... maybe I just... like you," Kadin manages to get the words out. It's partially true, he finds him very physically attractive. Liam's personality is another matter and the jury is still out.

It is a wonderful and horrible to still be touched through the cage. His cock twitches and a little whine leaves him. So badly he wants to move but the most that happens is shivering in place.

"You know how I feel about lying..." He didn't sound angry as much as he just sounded disappointed. Still holding the cage in place with one hand, his other moved down to grasp Kadin's balls. At first, his grip was merely firm. But as he spoke, it tightened steadily until one might describe it as crushing.

"You're already in quite the predicament. I hardly doubt you want to find out just how much further you can be punished, do you?" As his grip reached its peak, his tone shifted into something far more aggressive and pointed.

Kadin doesn't, or rather, can't answer with words. At first, he groans then shifts into choked cries the tighter his balls are crushed. Just how truly powerless hits him with a sob. For a half second he wonders if apologizing would help, that thought is quickly blown away by pain.

The only thing he can do is shake his head amid sobs. Despite the pain, he still feels a stab of sick pleasure in it. His cock still throbs in the cage.

"See? With the right motivation you are capable of learning something. You're not entirely hopeless, which is the sole reason you haven't been tossed in the river..."

Slowly, he let go of Kadin's balls, savoring the way his shaft pulsed under his fingers. Enjoying the sound of those desperate sobs. In the back of his mind he was starting to wonder if somehow, in some cosmic sense, Kadin had been engineered for his own personal satisfaction.

"...yet."

He set about locking the cage in place finally.

Kadin gasps in relief when his balls are finally released. The pain lingers but at least the pressure is gone.

For once, Kadin does the smart thing and doesn't comment. He wants to, talking usually calms his nerves. It wouldn't calm anything right now. Periodic sobs are the closest thing to talking he's doing right now.

He winces at the word 'yet'. The water is close to the last place he wants to end up. Of course, his dick still pulses and struggles to become erect.

Liam took his time settling the cage into place and finally locking it. The padlock used was much heavier than the old one. And as it sank home, Kadin would be aware of one detail that Liam would claim he hadn't noticed. The welding around the head had been the roughest of all. Not only was it made of hard lumps and protrusions, but it was incredibly sharp. Not to the point of slicing skin, but almost as if additional pieces of metal had been added into the device. An absolute accident that had arranged it all to completely surround the head in an even circle.

He didn't seem to be done, just yet. He was setting up something that involved tools he'd brought with him, while enjoying Kadin's reaction to his new containment.

It takes effort to not fill the silence with commentary. Kadin ends up biting his lip to keep himself in check. Not talking hopefully means less bad things will happen to him but it comes with a downside. All his attention is drawn to what's happening to him. And not being able to see it just makes it worse.

Despite the sharp comfortableness of the welds, his dick still fills out the cage. Any brush of Liam's fingers makes his dick swell further. Then the lock adds an uncomfortable weight.

He hears the tools being moved around causing him to shudder. Which feels very, very strange when confined to concrete. He doesn't even try to speculate over what Liam could be doing; he doesn't need his imagination running away with it.

The process takes far longer than it probably should, as Liam lingers at every possible stage. It starts with a cold band of metal wrapping around Kadin's balls. It's snug, but not too tight. Instead of a lock, it's fitted with several screws to hold it together. Liam makes sure to hold on to Kadin's balls good and tight, as if they're not going anywhere.

Once it's in place, there's the distinct sound of chain links clinking against each other. The high, tinkling sound of a slender chain. This is attached to the band with unnecessary precision and care, making it last far longer than should be necessary.

When that is finally attached, Liam lets go. Quite abruptly, in fact. The metal is heavy in itself, tight enough that no amount of pulling could remove it short of injury. The chains only tinkled faintly as the dangled beneath. They weren't his focus just yet. Instead, Liam tightened a few more screws, setting their sharp tips to just barely touch Kadin's tender skin. A threat, or perhaps promise of what was to come.

"That should keep you well behaved, now shouldn't it?" As if Kadin could go wandering in his current state.

Going by feel alone, Kadin is very concerned about what's going on beyond his sight. Aside from feeling an ominous pressure on his balls, the sound of chain worries him. Too much could be done with that. A surprised cry leaves him when the whole contraption is left to just fall.

He breathes heavily, as much as the concrete allows, the seriousness of the situation truly hitting him. He has more stamina, more durability than a normal person. Not to mention he's not even sure if he can die. He could be stuck like this for a very very long time. Panic starts creeping in as he frantically tries to move his trapped body. Nothing happens aside from steam emanating from his exposed skin. If touched, his skin would feel unnaturally hot.

A sharp whimper escapes him when the screws are tightened. He hadn't realized they were sharp until now. He doesn't even try to make a sound in response to the question.

What followed next was a sound and feeling, as a small handful of ball bearings collided inside a small metal container. A container which was held up by chains, attached to the metal cuff around Kadin's balls. There was a reason the whole barrel was up off the floor, and it wasn't just to keep from crushing parts of him.

The handful wasn't much weight...when held in the hand. But translated to quite a bit more when suspended in such a fashion. But that cup beneath Kadin could hold quite a bit more.

"If you keep behaving, I won't have to add any more." It was all Liam said as he stood up. He grasped a lever on the side of the barrel and gave it a tug. And all of a sudden the whole contraption was a lot less stable. Specifically, the barrel swung free on a pivot, positioned so that once freed, Kadin would start to tip forward. But a hand on the lip stopped him, but not before the brief movement made the weighted cup swing and shift.

Kadin yelped in surprise at the weight. He suddenly understood what the chains were for. It doesn't hurt at first until the chains were left to swing. Even with the relatively low weight, it felt as if his balls could be torn off.

But for the moment, the barrel swinging freely distresses him more than anything else. A horrible out of control feeling of vertigo. He repeats the word "no" several times but it doesn't seem to be directed at anything specific. A "no" about the general state of his life right now. Following the series of "no"s come tears and sobs. Everything is too much.

The sound Liam let out at hearing Kadin's panic was one of absolute pleasure. A low rumble at the back of his throat that if it weren't such a wicked sound might have been called a purr.

He let go of the barrel again, giving it a slight nudge. If left free, it would have started swinging, which would have been a delight to see. But he had other things in mind. With the push, it was sent falling forward. As it passed horizontal, it stopped abruptly, Liam catching the bottom edge. He moved it in place, rocking it perhaps a bit more than was necessary, before locking it again.

"Perfect..." was all he said, as his fingers explored the opening that exposed Kadin's asshole. Accompanied by the distinct sound of unfastening his belt with the other hand.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Time for filth

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