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.
