While he did continue to mutter small praises, Liam's words dissolved into barely more than grunts and groans. Just peppered with the occasional word here and there. He pumped hard, gripping the barrel. The force made the small cup full of ball bearings swing on Kadin's balls. Tugging and jerking with Liam's forceful movements.
A new round of sobs starts. His balls are so raw and sensitive that pain starts to drown everything out. The small bit of pleasure he got from being fucked just disappears. The pain makes his ass clench in time with the swing of the weight.
That was what Liam wanted. Those sobs. Those spasms. Feeling the effects of Kadin's pain. "Mmm...now you know what you should be..." Liam managed to groan out, before slamming into him with force. After a few more aggressive thrusts, he came. Hard.
The sobbing and spasms don't stop. He has a small wave of a warm nice feeling when Liam cums, but it's immediately overtaken by everything else. He faintly hopes of feeling some kind of relief from the pain but he's beginning to doubt that'll happen anytime soon.
If only he could linger there. In the bliss of release as he listened to Kadin's sounds of absolute desperation. But eventually, he had to pull free. After getting his pants situated, he pushed the plug back in, as slowly as he'd pulled it out before. He put the screws back in, leaving them loose enough to be undone with one's fingers.
"Don't want you losing a drop, now do I?" he said with a smile.
Next he moved to the cup hanging from Kadin's balls. He didn't touch the screws in the ring, but he at least gave a moment of relief by unhooking the nearly full cup. Unfortunately, it was soon followed by the sound of the ball bearings being dumped into another, larger cup. And that larger cup was soon fastened back onto the chains. The cup which Liam simply let go of once it was secure, letting it fall with a sudden jerk, and swing freely.
Kadin let out a pitiful groan when the plug is pushed back in. As humiliating and terrible as the whole thing has been. Somehow it's cum left inside him he finds the most humiliating.
The weight releases from his balls. Kadin draws in a sharp breath through his nose. Maybe that part is finally done.
Kadin makes a horrible choking sound when the new weight drops. He reacts so strongly the barrel jostles, just a bit, from him desperately trying to move despite the concrete.
The barrel moving surprises Liam enough to make him step back. He knew Kadin was strong, but that...shouldn't have been possible. When it didn't immediately break apart, Liam relaxed.
"There's a good boy," he says, reaching down to cup Kadin's tortured balls, rubbing them with his thumb. "This is where you belong."
"Maybe if you're good, I'll even give you a chance to cum..." As he spoke, he kneaded Kadin's balls with his one hand. Squeezing and rubbing them, his touch rough in both texture and grip.
Kadin lets out a low whine. The very prospect of a possible reward gets him whining. The continued rough grip brings him right back into sobbing. It hurts in a different, almost warm way.
"Now you're getting the idea...be a good boy. Get a reward." He let out a low chuckle, before finally letting go of Kadin.
That was the last he said before packing up his bag and his table, and walking out the door.
But he wouldn't be alone long. Within the hour, the other men started to show up. Eager to make use of Kadin's ass. And more than ever, they treated him like he was a thing rather than a person. Each one diligently replaced the plug when they were finished and tossed their own ball bearing into the cup.
Kadin's only method for keeping track of time is how heavy the cup is. Everything else blurs together. The every thing Liam told him echoes in his head, the fact no one is speaking to him or acknowledging him beyond a plaything, makes the echo that much louder.
This is where he belongs.
Most of the time, he gets no enjoyment and only pain from the continual fucking. After several days, or maybe a week, little by little, he starts to enjoy it. Especially, when they cum. A warm pleasant wave rushes through him.
And that's where some interesting facts about him become apparent. Within a day, he'll fully absorb their cum into his body. It's enough to keep him alive. He still looks like someone who hasn't slept in ages and forgot to eat for two days but doesn't deteriorate beyond that point -- as long as he still gets fucked and the cum left in him. And a few times, he makes the barrel shake, whenever he was hit with pain or pleasure he didn't expect.
Kadin is in no state to notice any of this, of course. He's just pitifully hanging on to the idea he'll get a reward. The idea that he's property belonging to Liam starts to truly solidify as well.
While most of the men fucked him and left, not even acknowledging there was a person in that barrel, others had a different tactic. The more cruel members of the crew. Some of them just talked. Others grabbed and squeezed his balls. At least once a day, one would take off the strap covering Kadin's face. Often just to lament that they couldn't use his mouth anymore. Some even teased as if they might still try it, prodding at Kadin's lips with their fingers. One even went so far as to press his dick to those stitched lips.
Liam took his own turns, of course. And about every other day, he made sure Kadin was "hydrated." Pumping his ass full of icy cold water. After the first two times of finding the plug and everything practically clean already, he ensured more of his men took more turns. He even started to watch, ensuring they were doing as they were supposed to. Well that was an interesting aspect he hadn't considered.
After more than a week of such treatments, Liam arrived for his usual cleaning. He gave no warning that this would be any different. "I see you've been getting properly fed," was all he said before setting down a few items out of sight. He pulled the plug free. And instead of the usual nozzle that typically came next, Kadin would feel the touch of ice. A chunk of solid ice that had been carved into a roughly phallic shape. Long and thick. Lightly coated to make it slippery enough to slide in with ease.
It was especially torturous to him when they push their dick against his lips. He so badly wants to open his mouth. He moans mournfully each time. It only makes the mocking more frequent.
When it's the ice water, he screams enough to make his lips bleed. He doesn't pull the stitches out, they just cut into his skin a little more each time.
Kadin perks up a little when Liam arrives. Certainly not because he looks forward to the ice water but because Liam might let him out this time.
This time, he screams the moment the ice touches him. The barrel shakes with his panic. Dust comes from the seams in the barrel. He's been unknowingly cracking the concrete, little by little, every time he makes the barrel shake. But Kadin doesn't know or care right now.
He's focused on the unrelenting icy burn being forced inside him.
The struggling only seemed to amuse Liam, confident Kadin wouldn't be able to break free. Even if he did crack the concrete enough to move, the it was reinforced. That was enough for Liam to assume escape was impossible.
The pressure of the ice was relentless and steady. It was only about six inches in length so it was fully inside before long. "With it getting so hot these days, we need to make sure you stay nice and cool in there."
Next came the familiar nozzle. In the past, Liam had been gentle with the water pressure, allowing it to slowly and gently fill Kadin. But lately, he's just opened the flow to full without build up. And today was no different. He knew just how much water Kadin could take. And he'd filled the bag with the same amount this time, not bothering to account for the added ice.
The ice brings a level of pain Kadin never experienced before. This time with his screams, a couple stitches on his lips tear and he doesn't notice.
He doesn't hear what Liam is saying. The barrel keeps shaking. The screaming finally gives way to uncontrolled sobbing. The cold really seems to hurt him as severely as abusing his balls, if not more so.
The wood of the barrel cracks. It doesn't fall apart, but it is startling.
As the barrel cracks, Liam jumps back. That wasn't supposed to be possible. His amusement turned to rage like a switch being thrown. He charged around to the front of the barrel, only to find more disappointment. One of the men earlier that day had left off the leather strap, so Liam could see the thread on Kadin's lips had snapped. And because of how he'd sewn it, the rest would follow with just a bit more pressure.
"You just can't behave, can you?" He knelt down, one hand gripping Kadin by the hair, the other starting to tug the thread free. "We're going to have to do something about that. Teach you to endure what you're given, without fuss."
Kadin was so distracted by the pain, he has no idea what happened or why Liam is angry. He just looks confused and panicked. Some part of him is glad to have something different happen.
For a brief second, he attempts to move his head in protest then he seems to remember that's a bad idea. He starts shivering when the tread is tugged on.
Liam continued to loosen the thread, but only removed it completely from the middle third of Kadin's lips. Seeing him like this, with those bloodied and stretched stitch holes, his anger evaporated under a much stronger force. He'd loosed the thread just far enough that Kadin would be able to open his mouth just enough.
"Why don't you open your mouth and show me what a good boy you can be?" He was already unfastening his belt.
Despite his confusion it doesn't take Kadin long to understand what he wants. He may not know what he did wrong but at least he understands what's wanted of him.
His lips sting with pain where the tread was pulled out. He carefully works on opening his mouth. He's a little slow only due to the stiffness in his jaw. But he opens his mouth and even sticks his tongue out.
Liam gave Kadin more than enough time, as he pulled himself free and began stroking. He lingered there, getting good and hard while he watched Kadin work up to opening his mouth against the thread.
"There we go. You do know how to behave..." He moved a little closer. Just enough so that the first drop of precum dribbled onto Kadin's tongue.
That drop touching Kadin's tongue gets a surprisingly eager response. He whines, sticking his tongue out further. If he could move, it looks like he would willingly put Liam's dick in his mouth. Despite the pain and everything else.
He feels terrible about this reaction but he can't stop himself. Before Liam started all this he could control it.
"I've fed you so much, and still you're hungry?" Liam clicked his tongue. "But we already knew what a greedy little slut you were, didn't we?"
He continued to stroke himself, moving just a little bit closer. Close enough that with some effort, Kadin could reach it with the tip of his tongue, but no closer.
Kadin whines in response, actually feeling shame for the first time in a while.
He strains to reach Liam's dick. He pushes his tongue out all the way, even as the effort irritates the parts of his mouth that still stitched. He whimpers pathetically when he can just barely touch it.
"Only a good little slut would be so...hungry for it..." Finally, he gave Kadin what he wanted. Staring down at him while he pushed into that eager mouth. Not giving him time to adjust, just pushing in as deep as he could.
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"Don't want you losing a drop, now do I?" he said with a smile.
Next he moved to the cup hanging from Kadin's balls. He didn't touch the screws in the ring, but he at least gave a moment of relief by unhooking the nearly full cup. Unfortunately, it was soon followed by the sound of the ball bearings being dumped into another, larger cup. And that larger cup was soon fastened back onto the chains. The cup which Liam simply let go of once it was secure, letting it fall with a sudden jerk, and swing freely.
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The weight releases from his balls. Kadin draws in a sharp breath through his nose. Maybe that part is finally done.
Kadin makes a horrible choking sound when the new weight drops. He reacts so strongly the barrel jostles, just a bit, from him desperately trying to move despite the concrete.
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"There's a good boy," he says, reaching down to cup Kadin's tortured balls, rubbing them with his thumb. "This is where you belong."
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Praise does not help his mental state. His mind starting to twist their meanings. Twisted so far that agreeing to them is starting to seem reasonable.
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That was the last he said before packing up his bag and his table, and walking out the door.
But he wouldn't be alone long. Within the hour, the other men started to show up. Eager to make use of Kadin's ass. And more than ever, they treated him like he was a thing rather than a person. Each one diligently replaced the plug when they were finished and tossed their own ball bearing into the cup.
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This is where he belongs.
Most of the time, he gets no enjoyment and only pain from the continual fucking. After several days, or maybe a week, little by little, he starts to enjoy it. Especially, when they cum. A warm pleasant wave rushes through him.
And that's where some interesting facts about him become apparent. Within a day, he'll fully absorb their cum into his body. It's enough to keep him alive. He still looks like someone who hasn't slept in ages and forgot to eat for two days but doesn't deteriorate beyond that point -- as long as he still gets fucked and the cum left in him. And a few times, he makes the barrel shake, whenever he was hit with pain or pleasure he didn't expect.
Kadin is in no state to notice any of this, of course. He's just pitifully hanging on to the idea he'll get a reward. The idea that he's property belonging to Liam starts to truly solidify as well.
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Liam took his own turns, of course. And about every other day, he made sure Kadin was "hydrated." Pumping his ass full of icy cold water. After the first two times of finding the plug and everything practically clean already, he ensured more of his men took more turns. He even started to watch, ensuring they were doing as they were supposed to. Well that was an interesting aspect he hadn't considered.
After more than a week of such treatments, Liam arrived for his usual cleaning. He gave no warning that this would be any different. "I see you've been getting properly fed," was all he said before setting down a few items out of sight. He pulled the plug free. And instead of the usual nozzle that typically came next, Kadin would feel the touch of ice. A chunk of solid ice that had been carved into a roughly phallic shape. Long and thick. Lightly coated to make it slippery enough to slide in with ease.
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When it's the ice water, he screams enough to make his lips bleed. He doesn't pull the stitches out, they just cut into his skin a little more each time.
Kadin perks up a little when Liam arrives. Certainly not because he looks forward to the ice water but because Liam might let him out this time.
This time, he screams the moment the ice touches him. The barrel shakes with his panic. Dust comes from the seams in the barrel. He's been unknowingly cracking the concrete, little by little, every time he makes the barrel shake. But Kadin doesn't know or care right now.
He's focused on the unrelenting icy burn being forced inside him.
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The pressure of the ice was relentless and steady. It was only about six inches in length so it was fully inside before long. "With it getting so hot these days, we need to make sure you stay nice and cool in there."
Next came the familiar nozzle. In the past, Liam had been gentle with the water pressure, allowing it to slowly and gently fill Kadin. But lately, he's just opened the flow to full without build up. And today was no different. He knew just how much water Kadin could take. And he'd filled the bag with the same amount this time, not bothering to account for the added ice.
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He doesn't hear what Liam is saying. The barrel keeps shaking. The screaming finally gives way to uncontrolled sobbing. The cold really seems to hurt him as severely as abusing his balls, if not more so.
The wood of the barrel cracks. It doesn't fall apart, but it is startling.
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"You just can't behave, can you?" He knelt down, one hand gripping Kadin by the hair, the other starting to tug the thread free. "We're going to have to do something about that. Teach you to endure what you're given, without fuss."
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For a brief second, he attempts to move his head in protest then he seems to remember that's a bad idea. He starts shivering when the tread is tugged on.
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"Why don't you open your mouth and show me what a good boy you can be?" He was already unfastening his belt.
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His lips sting with pain where the tread was pulled out. He carefully works on opening his mouth. He's a little slow only due to the stiffness in his jaw. But he opens his mouth and even sticks his tongue out.
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"There we go. You do know how to behave..." He moved a little closer. Just enough so that the first drop of precum dribbled onto Kadin's tongue.
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He feels terrible about this reaction but he can't stop himself. Before Liam started all this he could control it.
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He continued to stroke himself, moving just a little bit closer. Close enough that with some effort, Kadin could reach it with the tip of his tongue, but no closer.
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He strains to reach Liam's dick. He pushes his tongue out all the way, even as the effort irritates the parts of his mouth that still stitched. He whimpers pathetically when he can just barely touch it.
Yes, he's a greedy little slut. he tells himself.
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