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The Pit’s Grip – Part 05
Chapter 5: The Pit’s Cane
Strokes Break – Flesh Binds
By Restrained4U
The dungeon hung heavy, winch hook creaking.
Jamie slumped, eyes flicking to Leo’s trembling card.
Ryan’s ragged breaths rasped from the cross, weights pulling, clamps biting deep into his chest, his jaw clenched tight – but a flicker of grim hope burned in his gaze now. After Leo’s turn, those cursed clamps would finally come off, his torment ticking down as Leo’s loomed.
Marcus leaned back, arms crossed, his smirk a cold blade as the rustle of the blood-red punishment bag faded, its threat now clutched in Leo’s grip.
Leo’s fingers shook, the card’s crimson edges blurring in the dim light, white lettering stark and unforgiving. He swallowed, throat dry, and read it to himself first – Fuck, not this – his gut twisting as the words sank in. His voice came out low, cracked, barely steady as he read aloud. “Roll two dice for cane strike – strap to the table face-down, count ‘em loud, or the pit doubles it.” He let the card slip to the table – ROLL AND CANE in white – and stared at it, the range – two to twelve – searing into his skull, his breath hitching fast. Both vetoes would’ve killed this – out, safe, done, he thought, a sharp pang stabbing through him. He’d held that last card like a shield, and now the pit had him anyway, dice ready to carve his fate.
Restraint for the forearms
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 04
Chapter 4: The Pit’s Leather
Flesh Quivers – Hide Bites
By Restrained4U
The air sat thick; pit’s pull heavy.
Jamie slumped, briefs damp, shifting with shame. Ryan’s breaths rasped from the cross, clamps biting.
Marcus smirked, sliding the bag to Leo. “Second spin, wave-boy.”
Leo’s hand hovered over the bag, his sun-bleached hair falling into his eyes as he met Marcus’s stare. The cocky grin from his first turn – when he’d stripped to his briefs and strutted like he owned the place – was gone, eroded by the pit’s grind.
Ryan’s ongoing strain, Marcus’s shadow-clawing whisper, Jamie’s shredded clothes in the pit’s trove – it was all hitting home, the intensity sinking deep. He paused, then grabbed the half-pound weight Marcus had set beside the bag, his fingers tightening around it as he rose and crossed to Ryan.
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 03
Chapter 3: The Pit’s Blade
Scissors Shear – Flesh Pays
By Restrained4U
The room hung heavy with Marcus’s words, air unsteady.
Jamie’s mutter and Leo’s strain echoed, swallowed by the pit. Ryan stayed pinned, head low, clamps biting, weight tugging, tags a faint glint.
Marcus slid the bag to Jamie, staring hard. “Your go, pig-boy – add a weight, then draw.”
Jamie grabbed the weight, stepping to Ryan, breath shaky. Ryan’s chest heaved, ragged. “Lookin’ rough, jarhead – pit’s got you,” Jamie taunted, hooking the weight – clink – yanking a shudder.
Ryan growled, “Fuck you,” as Jamie brushed his sweaty abs, licking his fingers slow, eyes locked, lust warring with bravado.
He drew a card, voice cracking, “Wrists cuffed – hoist ‘em up, shred your threads, or offer flesh as tribute.” He dropped it – LIFT OR LOSE – freezing, eyes flicking up, then to Marcus.
Marcus leaned forward, his gaze unyielding. “Up you go, pig-boy – the pit’s claiming its due,” he ordered, voice a low, authoritative rumble. “Maybe you’d rather taste a punishment instead,” he taunted, his tone sharp and biting as he picked up the blood-red punishment bag from the table, dangling it with a slow sway.
Dungeon stockade
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