Chapter 16: The Pit’s Wax
Heat Burns – Flesh Melts
By: Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, air thick with sweat and leather, red lights casting jagged shadows.
Marcus slumped in his gothic chair, jeans tight, rope scars red, boots rooted, crop across his lap, belt buckle glinting. Leo sat hunched, chaps rasping against his cage, eyes wild with twisted spark. Ryan leaned back, vest creased, cap low, tags still, leather pants scuffed. Jamie hunched forward, latex slick, breath ragged, boots scuffing.
Marcus grabbed the bag, smirk dark, shaking it once – clink sharp. “My turn – pit’s still hungry.” He pulled a black card, reading slow, “Strapped to the sling or bondage table – hot wax on your chest, tied down, all three pour it on.” He slapped it down – WAX’S CLAIM – eyes hardening. “Table it is – sling’s too soft.”
Leo grinned jagged. “Gonna melt you, chief.”
Ryan snorted. “Wax’ll scar – pour it good.”
Jamie straightened, latex creaking. “Pig-boy’s frying the king.”
