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Meet Ricky Hard – the Lead Flight Attendant for MAP Airlines Flight 069 with the destination to Las Vegas. At the crew lounge, Ricky waits for the all-clear to board the airplane when Adam Tyrant, Head of Airport Security, enters the lounge and notices the sexy flight attendant. He sits next to Ricky and asks where he is headed. When Ricky tells him, he is headed to “Sin City,” Las Vegas. Adam jokingly responds: “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas! Right?” The horny flight attendant, whose cock is rock hard, admits he’s looking forward to emptying his blue balls when he lands there. But, before Adam allows Ricky to fly the friendly skies, he conducts a private security screening. In the Security Room, the security officer plays with the young stud with his baton stick before having his cock released from his pant fly to be jerked and blown. But in a game of power, Ricky bends Adam over, eats his ass, and shoves the baton stick inside his hole. Thinking of the long flight and being sexually aroused, Ricky needs to cum. He shoves his raw cock inside the fit officer next, fucking him hard until they both release their spunk.
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Chapter 21: Gear’s Grasp
Bindings Tight – Swell Breaks
By Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, a low hum vibrating through the damp concrete, red lights glinting off the steel fixtures.
Leo took the bag, his hands shook as he drew a black card, white letters stark. “Roll 1 die: rounds sidelined. Each player adds 1 piece of gear, stays on until rounds end. Avoid missed rounds, draw punishment. Roll or rot.” He slapped it down – SIDELINE’S GRIP – breath hitching. That cane fucked me – I’m not chancing more. The red bag’s punishment lingered, phantom stings on his butt searing his memory.
He flicked the die – 3 skittered across the table before settling. “Three,” he rasped, voice cracking as his gut sank. Three rounds sidelined—better than the red bag’s punishment draw. Jaw tight, heat pulsing at his temples, he muttered, “I’ll take the gear over that hell,” head dipping in resignation. Marcus smirked, shaking his head. “No dodging this, wave-boy.
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Chapter 20: The Pit’s Shock
Current Cracks – Crown Falls
By Restrained4U
The pit pulsed, red lights carving jagged shadows across concrete walls still damp from Leo’s flood, Marcus’s biometric lock a silent jailer over their fates.
Marcus reached for the black velvet bag – boots thudding faintly as he shook it, clink of cards sharp and deliberate. “Pit’s mine – let’s see its teeth,” he growled, voice low and edged, fingers dipping in to pull a black card – white letters stark under the red glow.
He read slow, each word a gauntlet, “Bound – roll two dice for minutes, TENS unit shocks. Endure or beg – failure draws a punishment.” He set it down on the scarred table – SHOCK’S THRONE – eyes glinting with a steely glare, sweeping the room.
Marcus leaned forward, tossing the dice – 4 and 4. “Eight minutes,” he barked, voice steady, kingly defiance stiff in his frame as he sat, boots planted firm.
