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The Pit’s Grip – Part 14

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Chapter 14: The Pit’s Straps

Flogger Bleeds – Edge Breaks

By Restrained4U

The pit snarled, chains scraping.

Marcus smirked, jeans hugging. Jamie sat rigid, latex slick, cap sharp. Leo stood, cage biting, jaw locked.

Ryan knelt by the scarred table, leather vest creased, leather pants scuffed – rigid bar handcuffs locking his wrists tight, steel clinking with each shift, a thick leather collar biting into his neck, the leash’s cold chain coiled loose on the concrete from Leo’s last tug, defiance simmering in his cold smirk despite his submission.

Leo stood over him, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, Ryan’s cap tilted low on his sun-bleached hair. Envy twisted a faint, bitter grin as he gripped the leash’s end, his dominance over Ryan a fraying.

He yanked the leash hard – sharp clank – jerking Ryan’s head up, chain rattling against concrete. “One last ride, slave – lick my boots,” he growled, thick with spite, planting his right boot forward, leather gleaming under the red glow, toe scuffed from Ryan’s prior service. “Now.”

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 13

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Chapter 13: The Pit’s Prize

Latex Rises – Power Shifts

By Restrained4U

The pit growled, chains clinking.

Marcus lounged, jeans tight, boots scuffed. Jamie slumped, plugged, naked, twitching.

Leo gripped Ryan’s leash, cage pressing, chaps creaking. Ryan knelt, leather straining.

Marcus tossed the bag to Leo. “Your turn.”

Marcus tossed the black velvet bag to Leo. “Your turn,” he said. Leo caught it, fingers clawing. “My turn,” he growled, surf drawl sharp. He dug in, pulling a golden card. “Rewards card: take control of the game, new look, new you – reinvent yourself, gear up, own it,” – GOLD’S THRONE – stamped in white, Leo read.

Leo’s grip tightened, eyes blazing. “This is mine – out of this cage, dress the part to dominate Ryan, rule the pit,” he hissed, card shaking. He pictured himself in leather, boots, a Dom’s crown – unstoppable, commanding. “I’d be the badass and own this place,” he boasted, voice rising, cage straining.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 12

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Silicone Bites – Flesh Sinks

By Restrained4U

Marcus tossed the bag to Jamie, boots firm.

Jamie caught the bag, fingers clawing the damp velvet – (Marcus’s “pig-boy” still burns – I’ll shove it back.) He dug in, pulling a black card – white text slashing – “Blindfolded, roll one die – plug size: 1-2 small, 3-4 medium, 5-6 large – worn ‘til your next turn. Others roll, highest cuffs you in the sling and inserts it.” He set it down – PLUG’S PICK – jaw tightening – (Fuck… no dodging this.)

“Roll, fuckers” he muttered, voice low and rough – (Gotta face it.) He snatched a leather blindfold from the wall – (Bring it on.) – waiting as they diced it out, gut churning – (Fuck… just hold on.)

Leo flicked a die, surf drawl rough – (Gonna break him.) “Four,” he rasped, die skittering – (Should’ve been my turn to shove it.) His leash twitched – (Next turn’s mine.)

Marcus tossed a die hard – (Cuff you tight, pig.) “Six,” he barked, grin splitting – (Hope it rips you, king.) His boots thudded – (I know this pit – every fuckin’ inch.)

Ryan shifted, cuffs clanking – (Stuck here, but I’m still in this.) “Master, roll for me – make him squeal,” he snarled – (I’d make it hurt more.) Leo flicked another – “Three,” he grunted – (Slave’s got spite.)

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