The pleading look is met with a stern expression and a lifted eyebrow. That single hesitation was already enough to earn the plug when the time came. Now it was only a matter of how severe it would be.
There was no need to actually see the men as they made their feelings very clear. They started making all manner of noise even before Kadin had the second button undone. They let out all manner of comments, along the lines of "take it off" combined with calling him crass names like slut or whore. One even jokingly stuffed a single dollar bill in his waistband.
Liam, however, was not impressed. This sort of misbehavior needed far more than the plug. He was already thinking ice house. But that was for later. Instead, he leaned forward, running a hand up the inside of Kadin's thigh. "I said give us a show," He growled. "Or should we bring in the barrel again?"
Just mentioning the barrel was enough. He offered a quick, "Yes, boss." then actually put all his effort into it. He had the strong feeling he was already in trouble, but maybe he can make it slightly less awful?
In putting in more of an effort, he forced a smile and gave the men flirtatious looks rather than avoiding eye contact. He tried to move with a little bit more grace but was limited by the corset. He'll likely regret it later but he tosses his shirt to them.
Finally, he gets to unbuttoning his pants. He's still red and his hands are shaking but he makes an effort to present himself. They will all have a good view of contraption welded in place. His pants are kicked aside and he crouches down. Expecting they want a better look at what he's wearing. Despite hating it, his cock tried to swell, it made the spikes very noticeable. Kadin just tried to ignore all of it and pretend it didn't affect him when he was called slut and whore.
At first, the three men seemed extra enthusiastic about their catcalling when Kadin got into it. But his shirt landed limply in the lap of one of the business men as he'd just realized that wasn't a standard ladies' corset. He looked cautiously toward Liam who just stared him down. He tried to to get back into the crass comments with the others, but he'd deflated. His companion didn't seem to notice, smacking his arm and saying something about how it would look better with tits spilling out the top.
The other two followed soon after, once they got a decent view of the cage. The police chief was the last to catch on. His face first drained of color as he stared at Kadin. But it was quickly replaced by furious red. "What's the meaning of this, Collins?!" The chief bellowed, as he rose from his chair.
"Entertainment." Liam said calmly, not even budging. "Or a warning. You see, Kadin here was one of my employees. He got out of line and had to be put into his place. And I'm far less...gentle with those who aren't on my payroll."
As embarrassing as this was for Kadin, he actually felt a little bad for the police chief. He also felt a little rejected which just caused him further confusion. Kadin just tried to keep his attention on the other two men. He almost felt like he should apologize for not having breasts. What the hell is going on in his head?
Casually, Liam got to his feet, a subtle smirk on his face. As he moved around the table to face the furious police chief, he settled a hand on Kadin's shoulder. "On your knees," was all he said, not even looking at Kadin.
The Chief started to yell something at Liam. More bluster and demands, something about torture. Liam just wrapped his hand around the man's tie and leaned closer. Being several inches taller made it so much easier to be imposing. "You'd be wise to hold your tongue. I can get rather...creative in keeping unruly guests quiet."
Kadin just complies without question. Despite what he's wearing he feels a tad less exposed with attentions elsewhere.
It felt a little strange, just from being locked up alone, to hear Liam threaten someone who wasn't him. Strangely though, Kadin did not feel bad for the man.
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There was no need to actually see the men as they made their feelings very clear. They started making all manner of noise even before Kadin had the second button undone. They let out all manner of comments, along the lines of "take it off" combined with calling him crass names like slut or whore. One even jokingly stuffed a single dollar bill in his waistband.
Liam, however, was not impressed. This sort of misbehavior needed far more than the plug. He was already thinking ice house. But that was for later. Instead, he leaned forward, running a hand up the inside of Kadin's thigh. "I said give us a show," He growled. "Or should we bring in the barrel again?"
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In putting in more of an effort, he forced a smile and gave the men flirtatious looks rather than avoiding eye contact. He tried to move with a little bit more grace but was limited by the corset. He'll likely regret it later but he tosses his shirt to them.
Finally, he gets to unbuttoning his pants. He's still red and his hands are shaking but he makes an effort to present himself. They will all have a good view of contraption welded in place. His pants are kicked aside and he crouches down. Expecting they want a better look at what he's wearing. Despite hating it, his cock tried to swell, it made the spikes very noticeable. Kadin just tried to ignore all of it and pretend it didn't affect him when he was called slut and whore.
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At first, the three men seemed extra enthusiastic about their catcalling when Kadin got into it. But his shirt landed limply in the lap of one of the business men as he'd just realized that wasn't a standard ladies' corset. He looked cautiously toward Liam who just stared him down. He tried to to get back into the crass comments with the others, but he'd deflated. His companion didn't seem to notice, smacking his arm and saying something about how it would look better with tits spilling out the top.
The other two followed soon after, once they got a decent view of the cage. The police chief was the last to catch on. His face first drained of color as he stared at Kadin. But it was quickly replaced by furious red. "What's the meaning of this, Collins?!" The chief bellowed, as he rose from his chair.
"Entertainment." Liam said calmly, not even budging. "Or a warning. You see, Kadin here was one of my employees. He got out of line and had to be put into his place. And I'm far less...gentle with those who aren't on my payroll."
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Kadin just tried to keep his attention on the other two men. He almost felt like he should apologize for not having breasts. What the hell is going on in his head?
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The Chief started to yell something at Liam. More bluster and demands, something about torture. Liam just wrapped his hand around the man's tie and leaned closer. Being several inches taller made it so much easier to be imposing. "You'd be wise to hold your tongue. I can get rather...creative in keeping unruly guests quiet."
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It felt a little strange, just from being locked up alone, to hear Liam threaten someone who wasn't him. Strangely though, Kadin did not feel bad for the man.