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.”
I am trembling. My shoulders and back are aching, and my knees screaming from the stress position. Hunched over in the cage, arms behind my back in a rubber arm binder, pulled up and attached to the top of the cage. The top of my muzzle is secured to the top front of the cage by what I am guessing is some rope, ensuring my body leans forward. My legs folded on themselves, secured with thick rubber belts over my rubbered body.
