At Bad Boy Bondage, Master Devon sends the winch up so that Brice Carson is entirely upside down. The sadistic master then proceeds to flog him! The captive can do nothing but writhe and scream as the strokes hit:
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 14
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.”
The Pit’s Grip – Part 12
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.)
The Pit’s Grip – Part 11
Chapter 11: The Pit’s Whip
Dice Doom – Lashes Fade
By Restrained4U
Leo sat with Ryan’s leash slack, having traded any potential rewared for Jamie’s two veto cards and burned all three to dodge his last dare. Ryan knelt, cuffed and collared; head bowed beside Leo’s chair. Jamie perched in soaked briefs, eyes glinting with restless hunger.
Marcus, shirtless in jeans, snatched the black velvet bag from Leo, boots planted firm. (Pit’s mine to bend.) He reached in, fingers brushing the thick cards, and pulled a black dare – white text slashing against the dark.
He read it slow, jaw tightening, voice a rough drawl – “Everyone rolls the dice, you roll a dice – whoever rolls the same as you gets to choose a previous dare or punishment. If no numbers match, you take a punishment.”
He slapped the card down – ROLL OR RULE – its thud sharp against the scarred table, eyes glinting with a predator’s edge. (Leo’s cane, Ryan’s clamps, Jamie’s shred… someone’s picking – or the pit’s got me.) His mind ticked fast – (Match, and they choose. No match, and it’s the red bag… could be anything.)
Forced pony play
Master Shamus is in the BrutalTops stable, waiting for a pony ride around the exercise area. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting. New pony boy James isn’t ready, quickly undressing when ordered to do so by Shamus, getting down on all fours. This ride had better be excellent or the thick leather belt in the Top’s hand will be getting plenty of use today.
The strong, muscular looking pony soon tires, attempts by Shamus to get it to move faster by beating it are futile as it becomes more exhausted with every circuit. The pony’s rump glows red from the severe beating Master Shamus is giving it. It’s clear the Top is going to ride this useless little fucker into the ground.
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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.
Jared terrorizes Marshall
Check out what happens to Marshall at the hands of Jared at Dream Boy Bondage
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