Chapter 22: Paddle’s Toll
Leather Stings – Pride Cracks
By Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, a low hum vibrating through the warm concrete, red lights glinting off the steel fixtures like blood-flecked eyes.
Ryan caught the bag, leather pants creaking as he shifted, cap low over his buzzed auburn hair. His fingers brushed the velvet, cards rustling inside pulling a black card – white letters stark under the dim light. “Paddled upside down – roll four dice, total strikes by others, suspended by restraints. Make a noise, draw punishment.” He slapped it down – ROPE’S FALL – jaw tight, then grinned wide. “Pit’s my bitch – roll high, I’ll eat it.”
He swept all four dice from the table and flicked them with a cocky snap. They rolled, clattering sharp – 6, 5, 4, 3 – settling at 18. “Eighteen,” he barked, chest puffed, voice booming, “Semper fi – king and cop can’t break me.” Marcus chuckled low, stepping to the steel cabinets along the wall, unlatching one with a click – the stash gleaming. He pulled out a pair of leather ankle suspension restraints – thick, black, padded cuffs with steel D-rings, built to hold a man upside down. “Kick off the boots and vest, leather – king warms you up,” he growled, tossing the cuffs to the warm concrete with a thud. “Back on when you’re humbled.”
