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The Pit’s Grip – Part 15

Chapter 15: The Pit’s Rope

Tether Bites – Flesh Pulls

By Restrained4U

The pit pulsed, sweat and leather thick in the air.

Jamie catching the bag tossed by Ryan, his fingers brushing the velvet, pulling a black card. He read slow, voice flat: “Tethered to another – wrists to balls, hoist-taut, blindfolded. Others roll one die each – lowest joins you, highest two strike with riding crops, remaining dice total sets the time. Endure, or beg for mercy.” He set it down – TETHER’S TRAP – latex creaking as he braced himself. “Roll – lowest’s with me.”

Marcus let out a low chuckle. “This’ll hurt, pig – hope it’s not me.”

Ryan’s fists clenched, cap tilting. “Fuck this – rather bleed out than play rope toy.”

Leo leaned forward, jaw tight, muttering to himself, Roll high, I stay caged but swing – roll low, I’m free but fucked in that trap. “Guess I’m fucked either way,” he said, voice dry.

Jamie nodded, grim. “Let’s see who’s screwed.”

Ryan flicked his – 3 stopped hard. “Three – shit, that’s low.”

Leo rolled fast – 6 rattled. “Six – fuck, dodged it.”

Marcus threw his – 6 clinked. “Six – guess I’m swinging too.”

Marcus leaned forward, belt buckle glinting, voice a rough growl. “Ryan’s three – jarhead’s caught. Six and six – twelve minutes of hell. Leo, move your ass – drag those platforms over there, ten feet apart under the hoist. Pig, jarhead- get on the boxes, now.” He stood, boots thudding, and jerked his head toward the shadowed corner.

Leo grumbled, hauling himself up, chaps rasping as he shuffled over. He grabbed two wooden boxes – rough, portable, a foot high – dragging them across the concrete, scraping loud, setting them where Marcus pointed, ten feet apart. Jamie and Ryan trudged over, stepping up onto their platforms – Jamie’s boots thudding, Ryan’s scuffing – hands loose, waiting grimly under the hoist. “Fuckin’ hell,” Ryan muttered, cap low.

Marcus strode to the rope wall, yanking two long coils free, doubling them with a snap. He threaded both through the hoist hook, letting the ends dangle, then hit the winch remote – whirring as the hook rose all the way to the ceiling, cords humming faintly. “Leo, grab two pairs of leather cuffs off the wall – move.”

Leo trudged to the wall, unhooking two sets of cuffs from their pegs, leather creaking in his grip. He tossed one pair to Marcus, who caught it mid-air, then stepped to Jamie. “Hands front,” Leo said, snapping the cuffs on Jamie’s wrists, tight and unyielding. Marcus moved to Ryan, “Hands up, jarhead,” cuffing Ryan’s wrists front, leather biting as he locked them shut.

Marcus barked, “Leo, tie this end to Ryan’s cuffs – go.” He handed Leo one dangling rope end from the first coil. Leo grabbed it, knotting it to Ryan’s cuffs with a rough tug. Marcus picked up one end of the second coil, passing it to Leo. “Now this to Jamie’s cuffs.” Leo crossed to Jamie, tying it secure, the second rope now running from Jamie’s cuffs through the hoist. Marcus growled, “Hands up high, both of you – now.” Jamie and Ryan raised their cuffed hands high, ropes tightening against the ceiling hoist, no slack left.

While Leo stepped back, Marcus grabbed the remaining end of the first coil, stepping to Jamie. He peeled Jamie’s latex pants down an inch – fabric stretching, Jamie’s cock springing free, rigid and dripping pre-cum, slick under the red lights. Marcus wrapped the rope around Jamie’s balls, cinching it tight – Jamie bucking, “Cold as hell!” Marcus moved to Ryan with the remaining end of the second coil, unzipping Ryan’s leather pants slow – leather parting, Ryan’s hard-on thick and leaking, glistening. He tied it snug around Ryan’s balls – Ryan hissing, “Fuck – tight!” The first rope stretched from Ryan’s cuffs to Jamie’s balls, the second from Jamie’s cuffs to Ryan’s balls, both taut through the hoist.

Marcus hit the winch again – whirring as the hook tightened further, both ropes rigid. Jamie and Ryan’s hands stayed high – rope biting wrists, balls stretched on the edge of pain, cocks twitching against their half-open pants. Marcus stepped back, arms crossed, grinning dark. “Here’s the deal, boys – if either of you drops your hands, it’ll tug the other’s nuts hard. Don’t want revenge fuckin’ you later, keep ‘em up.”

Jamie tested it first, easing his hands down an inch – rope pulling taut, Ryan’s balls yanked, a sharp “Fuckin’ hell!” ripping out as he jolted, hands snapping back up. Ryan retaliated, dipping his wrists slight – Jamie’s balls jerked, a gritted “Shit – asshole!” escaping as he steadied, arms trembling high again.

Marcus chuckled low. “One last thing.” He strode to the wall, grabbing a leather blindfold, turning to Jamie. “This is part of your dare, pig – can’t judge what’s coming.” He stepped up, buckling it tight over Jamie’s eyes – darkness swallowing his grimace.

Marcus turned, heading to the wall where whips and crops hung, barking over his shoulder, “Leo, you’re on Jamie – grab one and let’s go.” Leo started toward the wall, then paused, smirking. “I don’t think so.” He veered to Ryan, bending down and yanking the riding crop tucked in Ryan’s boot – slim and wicked. “This one’s mine, jarhead – suits me better.” Ryan glared, voice low and steady, “No matter how hard this fucker tries to break me, he’s gonna fail.” Leo slapped the crop against his palm, grinning jagged. Marcus shrugged, snatching a crop from the wall, gripping it tight. “Fine – count every hit together, falter adds a minute.” He set the timer – 12:00 – beep cutting the air. “Go.”

Leo swung first – crack – Ryan’s ass jumping, leather scuffed, his cage straining like there’s no tomorrow. “One!” they barked, voices raw. Marcus followed – crack – Jamie’s chest flaring red through the latex shirt, his jeans tenting hard. “Two!” – Jamie’s blind flinch yanked Ryan’s balls, a grunt tearing out.

“Keep your fuckin’ hands up!” Ryan snarled, arms trembling. Jamie spat, “Can’t see shit – you’re pulling!” – crack – Marcus’s crop welting Jamie’s abs through the shirt, bulge throbbing. “Three!” – Ryan’s wrists twitched, Jamie’s balls jerking, a sharp “Fuck!” breaking free, Leo’s chaps bulging against the cage.

Leo struck low – crack – Ryan’s thighs stinging through leather, his dick fighting the steel. “Four!” – their rhythm held, Ryan’s glare burning Leo. “Steady, wave-boy, or I’ll snap you.” Leo chuckled, crop swinging – crack – “Five!” – Ryan’s back arching under the vest, Marcus’s grip tightening on his crop, hard-on clear.

Minute three – Marcus aimed high – crack – Jamie’s chest screaming through latex, jeans straining. “Six!” – rope tugging Ryan’s sack, a growl rumbling. “Quit fuckin’ moving, pig!” Jamie hissed, “Blind, asshole – deal!” Leo’s cage creaked, pre-cum dotting his chaps.

Leo struck fast – crack – Ryan’s chest flaring under the vest, tags swinging, his strain relentless. “Seven!” – their voices cracked, sync slipping. Marcus paused, crop raised, jeans stretched tight. “Off – extra minute.” Timer reset – 13:00 ticking. “Again.”

Jamie cursed, “Fuck you, Marcus!” – crack – crop biting his ass through latex pants, heat sinking deep, bulge pulsing. “Eight!” – Ryan’s arms shook, Jamie’s balls yanked, a muffled “Shit!” slipping, Leo’s cage near bursting.

Minute six – Leo swung hard – crack – Ryan’s shoulders welting through leather, pants scuffed, his dick throbbing in confinement. “Nine!” – their shout ragged, rope creaking as Jamie swayed blind, Ryan’s balls straining. “Hold it, pig!” Ryan roared, box wobbling, Marcus’s hard-on rigid.

Minute nine – Marcus grinned, crop whistling – crack – Jamie’s thighs red through latex, amplifying the sting, latex tenting. “Ten!” – their voices broke, rope taut. Leo struck – crack – Ryan’s ass raw through leather, cage straining like hell, “Eleven!” – both gasping, hands quaking.

Minute twelve – Leo aimed high – crack – Ryan’s chest welted under the vest, tags clanking, his steel prison unrelenting. “Twelve!” – their rhythm frayed, arms burning. Marcus finished – crack – Jamie’s back stinging through latex, jeans bulging, “Thirteen!” – both hoarse, ropes trembling.

Timer hit 13:00 – beep sharp. Marcus dropped the winch – ropes slacking, Jamie and Ryan collapsing on their boxes, knees buckling under them. Marcus untied Jamie’s balls, then wrists – blindfold last, eyes blinking wild. Leo freed Ryan’s sack, then cuffs – Ryan rubbing his wrists, glare smoldering. Jamie slid off his box, latex slick with sweat, fumbling with shaky hands to tuck his hard, throbbing cock – still dripping – back into his latex pants, cursing under his breath as it fought the tight fit, and staggered to the table, sinking into his chair. Ryan eased down from his platform, vest creased, struggling to shove his thick, leaking dick back into his leather pants, grunting as it resisted, then hauled himself to the table, dropping into his seat.

Marcus stepped to a small fridge in the corner – metal humming low – pulling out twelve beers, three each, popping caps with a hiss. “Earned it – drink up,” he growled, tossing them over – bottles clinking as they caught them, downing the cold brew in steady gulps, adrenaline still buzzing.

To be continued

Max Schutler and Pedro Andreas get into some bed bondage, as well as some intense butt play

Chain Gang – Part 06

By slaveobjectx

Cattle

But there was still more to come, even worse and more humiliating were such a thing possible. At first, they apparently wanted to continue the fettering procedure. Already the blacksmith was searching for some chains to interconnect my fetters. But one of the guards intervened. ‘No. Leave it. We’re better to ring him and mark him first and do that afterwards. That’s easier.’

I didn’t understand what he meant by that, but I soon would, and I assure you, I was happier not knowing. Still lying on the ground with my new heavy collar and cuffs, I now was ordered to get up. It took a few seconds before I managed to stand up. Then both warders roughly took an arm of mine and marched me across the room, in the direction of the oven where the blacksmith already waited for me.

Not knowing what was going to come, I didn’t resist for the time being, so I was hauled before him again with little difficulty. There the blacksmith stood next to a strange chair and a small table, on which were lying a lot of round iron rings, all of the same size and form, half an inch thick and with a total diameter of some two-and-a-half inches. As I could see in the dim light all rings were not wholly circular, and so not wholly complete; just a very small fragment was missing, so the rings were, so to say, ‘open.’

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Caught in the Act

By Cutieboy90

“Hey man, I’m gonna shower. Don’t start the laundry yet.” Tony called down the hallway.

“Got it!” I hollered back.

I sat still, waiting for the sound of running water. Holding my breath. The seconds dragged by, as if time had just stopped. Even my heart seemed to slow…

Until at last the rush of water and the clang of the shower door closing signaled the start. This was the cue I’d been waiting for. Like a racer starting at the sound of the buzzer, I was off. Swiftly and silently like a panther stalking its prey, I was down the hall towards the laundry room in an instant. And there, piled in the hamper was Tony’s laundry. A whole week’s worth of worn gym socks and night shirts just waiting to be savored.

I knelt down, taking a particularly fresh-looking sock and bringing it to my nose.

“Mmmmm…” I could never help the initial moan, nor the swoons I felt when breathing Tony’s sweat and musk. There was a sort of spice to his scent, so masculine. I could detect hints of the trees from the park trail he liked to run through, the funk of his shoes, even a faint touch of the Irish Spring soap he used.

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The Trucker – Part 06

By Tigerkey, edited and approved by Steellock

Note: This is a continuation of a story by Steellock. This chapter is by Tigerkey. To start at the very beginning, click here.

I keep dreaming of the different things that might happen to me in the hands of Jim, Jess and of course the Trucker while I can smell the leather around me. Having my mind going nonstop and not knowing what they might have in store for me, I wake up. I feel different as in not able to move and thinking Oh shit what’s happened to me, my arms and legs won’t move. But I didn’t know when I passed out that one of the thing’s I’d spoken to Jess about was being put on display on Matt’s bench in the window in some Segufix, but just the wrists and ankles.

He and Jim had helped this come to life and they had some nice pictures for keepsakes for me and the Trucker, and of course some for Jim to show how different sized people can fit into the gear he sells in the shop. So, in the end I come around and am not sure where I am until I realise that I’m being held by someone or something I start to move my head.

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Male bondage sex with real-life couple Antonio Miracle and Mario Domenech

In the third instalment of the popular series “Stockholm Syndrome” from Stag Homme, Spanish tattooed muscle hunk Mario Domenech ties up stunning muscle bottom Antonio Miracle. They are a real-life couple! What follows is one of the piggiest cum-filled bondage scenes they have shown so far at Stag Homme!!

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Title of this video: Stockholm Syndrome Part 3

Antonio Miracle and Mario Domenech

A Stable Headspace (A True Potential Story) – Part 04

(Cowboys, Country, TPE, Bondage, Animal Roleplay; dog/pig)

Written by BootDeputy

The next morning, Logan woke up to the metal collar being locked back around his neck. Master Dallas hooked it to the bed forcing his head against the mattress. Logan looked up at him standing naked on the bed. His cock, standing stiff at attention, covered Dallas’ face at Logan’s angle.

He then stepped between Logan’s legs and fell to his knees, spreading them. Logan’s legs pushed open by Dallas large thighs. He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it against Logans balls and cage.

“Last morning as my boy for a while now. Gotta make the most of it.”

Dallas lowered the head to Logan’s hole pressing against it. He put his arms on either side of his chest and pushed his hips forward. Logan swallowed his cock whole, leaning back against the bed in pleasure.

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The Crux of the Matter

By Jaybird

I knocked on the lower level side door of the urban townhouse. It was opened in seconds, and I was invited in to a really cool social space with a wet bar to the right, and a comfy TV viewing area straight ahead, just past the steps leading upstairs. It had been an hour-plus drive and, I, somewhat sheepishly, asked to use the restroom and was shown the way down the short hallway just to the right of the staircase.

These initial social moments always feel awkward to me, which is why I really like to just get started right away. That bypasses the little dance of “who makes the first move.” But I didn’t have long to worry.

I was led into the TV room, then he swung the bookshelf out of the way revealing the play space. WOW. Secret door and everything. We went into a small anteroom just past the doorway that had shelves and milk crates on the wall, and I was given a simple instruction: “Take off your clothes and leave them here.”

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