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The Pit’s Grip – Part 04

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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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Full Fetish

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Wilfried Knight (of blessed memory), in a rubber harness apron and long rubber gloves, ties Aymeric Deville to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Aymeric blasts his first thick load all over his wet rubber singlet, pushing Wilfried over the edge, too. Wilfried feeds Aymeric’s hungry hole an enormous ridged dildo, working it inch by inch inside.

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Handsome David Anthony, ripped and stern in a rubber harness and chaps, teases the thick-muscled, hairy-chested Shay Michaels, down on his knees in a rubber jock and gas mask. David straps Shay into the sling, tying his cuffed arms up to the chains. “You ready to get fucked again?” David says. Shay begs for it as David shoves a couple of fingers up his slick hole, before ramming his tool up Shay’s willing ass, rocking him back and forth in the sling.

 

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DJ is forced to use nasty butt fucking machines

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DJ wakes up in a dark dungeon with a chain around his neck. He tries to leave, but the chain is locked to the brick wall. The Ass Master’s creepy voice appears in the darkness, and DJ freaks out. DJ quickly learns that he has to give up his ass for his freedom. The Ass Master commands DJ to put toys in his ass. DJ reluctantly complies.

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Of course, it’s all about the machines. DJ starts out reclining on the electric gyno chair with the Monster machine plowing his ass. His hairy ass is now stretched out for the Double Dragon machine. The wicked Dragon has two dildoed shafts. One pounds his wet mouth, and the other pounds his hot ass. As the Dragon speeds up, DJ explodes and screams with pain and pleasure

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 03

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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.

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