Chapter 9: The Pit’s Leash
Surf Commands – Pride Falls
By Restrained4U
The dungeon pulsed, sweat thick.
Leo sank, Carrera locked – nine’s ache under welts, eyes dim. Marcus sprawled shirtless; jeans tight.
Jamie perched, briefs wet, envy sparking. Ryan loomed – leather pants, harness vest, boots thudding, crop in boot, cap shading a smirk.
Ryan drew a card, jaw ticking, “Each player rolls one die – highest claims your service ‘til next turn – or yield to punishment.” He flicked it – SERVE OR SINK – gut lurching (They roll? Marcus’d carve me, Jamie’s wild, Leo’s soft – easy).
“Roll,” he snarled, pride braced.
Marcus tossed a 5. “Five – could own you.”
Jamie flicked a 3. “Fuckin’ hell.”
Leo rolled slow – 6 rattled. “Six…” he rasped, shocked.
Marcus laughed. “Wave-boy’s got you – sick twist.”
Leo stood, cage snug, chest swelling – six flipping the script (Fuck this – I’m not their rag).
