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.
