3_to_1 | OPEN RP POST

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."

Kadin's in a drunken like haze most of the time. The amount of energy he doesn't even realize he's receiving is dizzying. Sometimes he's only broken from the haze by pain. It's always broken by the ice cold water. He's very aware any time Liam is there. Kadin doesn't realize it but he's learned Liam's energy signature and can now sense his presence without any other cues. Unerringly.

Of course, he assumes what he's feeling is normal.

As for the men who took pity on him, Kadin feels misplaced guilt at their fates. He tried to encourage them to stop at one point, knowing they wouldn't survive like he can. When they were finally forced to use him, he tried with his very limited mobility to at least make it good for them. Even if it was just moving his tongue.

When Liam returns, it takes Kadin a long time to fully understand what he's saying. He just shakes his head rather than trying to talk, his throat sore from near constant use.

"Nothing to say for yourself, then? At least you're learning to stay quiet."

Liam rummaged for a moment in his bag for a moment. "We'll be testing a few things, actually..." He pulled out a pack of needles and placed them on the table. "Your pain tolerance, first and foremost." Then he set down a spool of silvery thread. "And your strength, as well as your obedience.

He pulled out a pair of scissors and began pulling the thread free. "Now the real question is...do I go for the proper suture technique, or more of a sewing technique? Either way, we'll take care of that hole in your face."

Kadin hears what's being said, he half way comprehends it. On the surface, testing doesn't sound so bad. He gets the deeper meaning about the time he hears the scissors. As he can't do much, he starts frantically shaking his head.

"No, no! I can be quiet!" Proving he can't be quiet. "You don't need to!"

"This is about so much more than merely being quiet." He sounded somewhat distracted as he pulled out more thread. He seemed to have made his decision. "I need to know if I have to keep you fed or not. And there's a very simple means to do so..." He snipped the thread as he looked at Kadin. "Ensure you can't be fed."

He set to threading the needle, his fingers surprisingly deft despite being so rough. He checked the length as he doubled it over, tying the ends together. "The only thing you need to do is be a good boy and not tear your stitches out. Oh, and...hold still." He grabbed Kadin's upper lip, trying to decide where to start.

Can't be fed? Kadin doesn't completely understand his own abilities but he never recalls starving. There's a leap of logic he doesn't quite understand but he doesn't need to.

He gives a short lived shake of his head but otherwise doesn't fight it. He does, however, whine and shiver. He doesn't want this to happen but he's accepted he can't stop it as he is. So, he holds as still as he can, tears running down his cheeks.

Liam sets to work. His expression isn't quite a smile, but there's a cruel twist to his lips. His eye seem to light up as he pushes the needle through with brutal force. It was properly sharp, at least.

"Now keep your mouth open..." he said as he moved to the bottom lip. "We'll tighten it all down properly near the end."

Kadin very reluctantly does as he's told. It doesn't stop the sobs each time he feels the needle pass through. While he is doing what he's told he can't stop himself from shaking. He cries, unable to do anything more.

The needle zigzags, top to bottom, probably far closer together than was necessary. Liam works silently, intently watching the small trickles of blood that stain the metal thread, and the tears on Kadin's cheeks.

"Almost done, now," he said as he pulled the needle through on the last stitch. He eyed the work he'd done, the open lips webbed together with so many silvery strands. "Now, just relax your jaw, but don't close just yet." As if he were a careful dentist.

It didn't hurt as much as he feared but it still hurt. It still felt humiliating. It still kept a constant stream of tears down his face. It still kept him shaking.

On instinct he relaxes his jaw, though uncertain why.

"There we go, I knew you could follow instructions." His hand rested on the back of Kadin's head, almost gentle at first. But in truth, it was for leverage, as the gentle touch moved up to the top of his head to become a firm grip.

Slowly and with great focus, Liam started tightening the thread. Tugging each pass like shoe laces. Little by little, drawing Kadin's lips closed. Even going so far as to pull out tweezers and other tools when his fingers couldn't do the job properly. In the end, as he fastened the thread properly, his lips were completely sealed. He wouldn't be able to push a breath through them, let alone get anything inside.

"Ah, perfect..." he said, running his thumb over his work.

Kadin bursts into sobbing when the last bit is drawn tight. It was horrifying feeling his mouth slowly being forced closed. More horrifying now that he runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth and doesn't even find the tiniest gap.

He makes muted sounds of distress and looks at Liam pleadingly. He faintly hopes that he'll be at least freed from the barrel. He could deal with being tied down.

"One of the bonuses of this, is you'll be nice and quiet."

He put the needle and thread away, trading it for what appeared to be a leather belt of sorts. Only the center was wider, and shaped to hug a person's chin. He fitted it over Kadin's lower face, tightening the belt to ensure it was good and snug.

"I'm thinking we'll give it a few more weeks, see how things pan out. But don't worry, I'll ensure you stay good and hydrated in the meantime."

Kadin can't do anything but sob. He is actually afraid, having no idea himself how long he can live without food.

Weeks.

He can't do weeks. He moans plaintively. Hoping for... something.

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