3_to_1 | OPEN RP POST

"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.

There's a brief second that Kadin feels a tiny bit of pleasure upon hearing the purr come from Liam. He doesn't have time to feel ashamed about it because panic kicks back in with the movement.

He cries out, afraid of going just head first into the ground. He struggles to breathe when the barrel is locked into the new position. He's reminded of the chains and container as it swings freely.

Twisted relief hits when he feels Liam's fingers. His asshole even twitches in response.

The last time Liam tried something like this on someone, they screamed so much and so loud, it ruined the experience. And when he attempted to do something about it...well, he'd sort of neglected that whole breathing thing. And it's just not the same anymore. That had been years ago, and no one since had warranted such aggressive treatment. So he was quite eager now that they'd reached this stage.

The fact that Kadin wasn't screaming was almost disconcerting, but his cries were certainly enough. Almost. Before getting to business, he gave each of those screws in the metal device a half twist, pushing their semi-sharp points just a little bit further into Kadin's skin.

Once he was satisfied, he spit into his own hand, and moved into position. He didn't do anything just yet, wanting to bask in everything before him as he slowly stroked himself.

It's not quite a scream, the concrete doesn't leave enough room to fully expand his lungs. The sound he makes is choked and panicked. For a second, he's absolutely terrified that Liam will just keep tightening the spikes to their fullest.

He returns to sobbing, barely able to catch his breath between them. For some reason, just knowing Liam is watching makes him feel more exposed than he did before. Under normal circumstances, Kadin likes attention and being looked at. As he is, he just feels exposed and ashamed. Then the idea that other people will see him like this makes his stomach turn.

It's that sobbing that Liam really reacts to, shuddering slightly and letting out a soft sound. He briefly gave thought to having a mirror brought in, so he could also see Kadin's face, but that would take far too long. Instead, the sound would have to suffice.

Steadying himself with one hand on the barrel, he ends up showing Kadin that at this angle, the locking lever isn't quite secure enough to hold it solidly. It creaks and strains against the mechanism, rocking ever so slightly, making the weight swing once more.

But that's hardly Liam's focus. He spits into his hand once more, this time with more intent. He pushed into Kadin, not taking the time to be kind or gentle. The only reason he went as slow as he did was to savor the moment. The solidity and helplessness of the man packed in concrete. That after all of this, after that spike of emotion he'd been given, he was once again in absolute control. Not just of the situation, but of the man as well.

The weight swings and Kadin makes a very unflattering squeak of a sound. All of his attention is on the pain and discomfort on his cock and balls. He chokes on a gasp when his attention is drawn to his ass.

All he can mange is a choking sound as he feels him push in. No give in the concrete makes Kadin's ass a tight fit whether he likes it or not. His asshole spasms against the intrusion, trying to push him back out. Generally, Kadin likes being fucked but this is the furthest from ideal or comfortable.

Still, his own dick starts to swell in the cage again.

Maybe it's the sensation, or maybe it's that little choking sound Kadin made, but either way, Liam lets out a deep, guttural sound as he pushes in. He'd always wondered what it would feel like, after that pervious failed attempt to use someone like this. He'd had his way with people immobilized in all manner of ways, but none so complete as this. And that snug solidity surpassed his expectations.

As he started to move his hips, the barrel rocked and shifted slightly, ensuring the weight cup wasn't going to stop moving. It was trying to swing, but each thrust interrupted the motion with a slight jerk, tugging at Kadin's balls. Especially as Liam really got into it, his hips smacking the wood of the barrel, burying himself as deep as possible with each thrust.

The pain from the swing of the weight keeps Kadin from just retreating completely into his mind. He tries to but each thrust brings him back. The only sounds coming out of him are intermittent chokes and sobs. They simply change in pitch depending on how much it hurts.

The restrictive concrete gives Kadin the sensation that Liam's dick is twice its normal size. He's certain some part of him will tear but that isn't the case. His body is quite happy with the situation and constantly healing even the smallest scrape. His dick is a little less happy and stopped trying to become erect.

As much as Liam wanted to draw it out, now that he was inside Kadin, self control didn't matter. And he'd have many, many more chances at this. Especially with those sounds he could hear from the other side of the barrel, he couldn't help himself.

He started pumping harder, slapping his hips against the barrel heedless of any bruises he might be giving himself. Until he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming hard. He let out a deep groan, leaning over the barrel, making it rock slightly under the weight.

Kadin's always assumed what feels normal; what everyone feels in the same situation. What he feels is a sort of abrupt surge of pleasure the moment someone cums inside him. It comes with a burst of energy, which he also assumes to be normal.

None of it is normal.

For a brief blissful moment, Kadin no longer notices pain. The pleasure recedes and all he feels is the discomfort and pain. A long drawn out groan leaves him. He's left wishing the chains would stop swaying the weight around.

Anything Kadin did, or any noises he made, was lost on Liam. In those few moments after he was spent, he felt a greater high than anything he could get from a narcotic. That sense of absolute and total control mingled with absolute satisfaction. If he could bottle it, he would be the richest man in the city and no power in the world could touch him.

But like with so many things, the feeling began to fade. Mostly due to the fact that he could not remain there. He had work to do.

Pulling himself free, he pulled up his pants and fastened them, not bothering with his belt just yet. He picked up an item from the floor. Taught, stuffed leather in a roughly phallic shape, though it bulged far more in the center. Even at its narrowest points it was thicker around than Liam's own cock. Which was the point.

"I need to keep a little something just for myself, don't I?" was all he said as he pushed it into Kadin, without regard for things like comfort or accommodation. The base fit perfectly into the opening of the barrel, sitting flush with the surface. The final step was fastening in a few screws to the metal bracket already attached to the plug. To ensure no one could "accidentally" work it free.

Kadin had just started to relax when he feels the leather thing get pushed in. Panic comes flooding back. There's not way to struggle but he tries anyway. It feels far far to big to be accommodated when the concrete allows no where to go. It does fit but it's unbelievably tight.

With the lack of anything else he can do, Kadin shudders and sobs. Nothing even close to this has ever happened to him before.

Liam tested the plug, to make sure it was solid. There would be no getting it out without some serious effort. Then, as if everything was normal, he set to gathering up his tools and cleaning up everything.

The last thing he did was crouch down and empty the ball bearings from the cup into a larger container that held many more. He tossed just one back in and set the container at the base of the barrel's supporting frame.

"You'll be keeping the boys good and satisfied for a good long time, won't you?" He asked as he tweaked the screws around Kadin's balls, giving each one just a quarter turn.

Unfortunately, the first thought that crosses Kadin's mind is a stupid one. He thinks, Oh, I like doing that. It'll be fine. Then his mind catches up to the implications. The tightening of the screws help that reality sink in.

He almost responds with a 'Yes' but he catches it before the full word is formed.

Liam gave the barrel a pat, before simply picking up his tools and walking out, leaving Kadin tipped forward.

The reason for the single ball bearing would become clear. Within the hour, men started to come by the little work room where Kadin had been "stored." Some came to jeer and make crass comments. Some were verbally unsettled and wanted nothing to do with it. But it didn't take long before some of them started to make use of Kadin's situation, though a few seemed more reluctant than the others. Even those who'd been somewhat kind to him seemed to have been infected by Liam's cruelty, using Kadin as if he were little more than a toy. Every time someone came is his mouth, before they left, the added another ball to the cup. By the end of the day, more than a dozen bearings had been added.

As the days wear on, Kadin is in surprisingly good shape, the parts of him visible look completely healthy.

He tries to just shut off through everything but a few of the guys get more bold and it snaps him back to reality. Specifically those who make a game of swinging the cup or tightening the screws. The worst are the ones who tease his dick into swelling and comment on swollen balls. One man takes great pleasure in describing how Kadin's trapped cock and balls look, in great detail, before cumming explosively in his mouth.

The only thing that gives Kadin a sense of time is the weight of balls as they're added to the cup. His own balls become painfully swollen and full as time passes.

At some point, his cock starts to just leak precum almost non-stop. He only learns about it when someone rubs it under his nose and into his mouth. The man who loves descriptions makes sure Kadin knows every detail.

A normal person would be dead but Kadin almost looks as if he was put there just days before. The only major difference is he seems drunk. More so depending on how many men used him that day. His drunken state doesn't make any of it easier for him. It only makes him embarrassingly enthusiastic for each dick thrust into his mouth. And further mocked for the enthusiasm.

The men weren't the only ones to make use of Kadin. Liam paid his own visits on a regular basis, though he was the only one allowed to unscrew the plug from the opposite end. Half the time he didn't even say anything, simply using Kadin as if he were another tool, then plugging him back up. He also made it his personal responsibility to periodically flush him out with ice cold water. Probably far more often than was necessary.

But things did not go as smoothly as Liam had hoped. He ran a large crew and they were all at different levels of corruption. Some were just as Liam hoped, brutal and cruel and making everything terrible for Kadin. Others were far more mild but just as uncaring. Even the man who'd stood guard on that day when Liam felt Kadin's power. His buddy had been thrown in the river, but he'd been allowed to keep working. Even if it did seem he was one arm short, now, his sleeve tied off where it had once been.

But then there were scant few who were still a bit on the soft side. Three of them, each thinking they were alone, taking pity on Kadin. They never used him as the others did, instead using their "turn" to sneak him food or water. But their efforts were not as secret as they'd hoped. As the weeks crept toward a full month, Liam discovered their ruse and all three of them were forced to use Kadin as intended, each of them begging not to. He forced them to perform until the came in his mouth. They were then dragged off and put to similar use elsewhere in the warehouse.

On the day the third was finally taken care of, Liam returned to Kadin's little room with what appeared to be a medical bag. "It seems..." he said as he unfolded a small table and placed the bag on it, "...that this little experiment has been soiled. I need to know just how long you can last. If you'll starve or wither. If you're even human. So now we need to do this...a different way."

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