The Pit’s Grip – Part 07

Chapter 7: The Pit’s Knots 

Rope Reigns – Leather Rules

By Restrained4U

The dungeon pulsed, sweat thick.

Marcus slumped shirtless, jeans scuffed, boots firm—rope marks raw, eyes defiant.

Ryan loomed, leather creaking, crop in boot, cap shadowing a smirk.

Jamie leaned forward, briefs soaked, envy sharp. Leo sat hunched, jock pinching, hands fidgeting.

Marcus dipped into the bag, pulling a black card with a slow flick. His grin widened as he scanned it, eyes glinting with the words: Bound to Escape – Can You Slip the Pit’s Hold? Take the knots, roll the dice – break free in time, or endure double the strain if you fail. His mind ticked over – Rope’s my bitch… pit’s got nothing on me – confidence surging as he tossed it down, voice smooth and cocky. “Dare card – ‘Bound to Escape – Can You Slip the Pit’s Hold? Take the knots, roll the dice—break free in time, or endure double the strain if you fail.’ Dice decide how long I’ve got – two to twelve. Fail, and it’s double that under strain.” He leaned back, arms crossed, oozing confidence – I’ve tied knots tighter than this punk’s head… escaping’s a breeze.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 06

Chapter 6: The Pit’s Gold 

Cage Locks – Power Shines

By Restrained4U

The air clung thick, winch hook echoing.

Jamie slumped, flushed, eyes darting. Leo sat hunched, striped ass raw, wincing sharp.

Ryan settled stiffly, chest heaving, nipples throbbing, socks scuffing where boots once sat.

Marcus slid the bag to Ryan. “Pit don’t take breaks – your go.”

Ryan’s hand froze over the bag, his buzzed auburn hair damp with sweat, eyes narrowing. Fuck this – not again, not yet, he thought, the memory of weights tugging his chest still clawing at him, nipples screaming from Marcus’s tweak. He’d endured – grit held – but the pit’s jaws lingered too close, his breath shallow as he hesitated.

Marcus tilted his head, a faint smirk curling. “What’s the hold-up, soldier? Pit’s waiting.”

Ryan grunted, low and rough, and dipped his hand in, fingers brushing the cards – black dares heavy with dread – then pulled one free, slow, reluctant.

The card gleamed gold, black lettering stark against it.

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