Chapter 10: The Pit’s Veto
Cards Burn – Echoes Grip
By Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, steel thick.
Leo sprawled, boots wide, Ryan’s leash slack, clip swaying. Ryan knelt, cuffed, “Yes, Sir” echoing.
He read it slow, jaw tightening – voice low, grit fraying “Don the blindfold, reach into the pit’s forsaken pile – pluck a discarded dare or punishment and bend to its will. Perhaps the shadows favor you, slipping a gold reward through the dark to lift you high. Refuse, and the red bag spits two punishments to claim your soul” – BLIND OR BLEED – stamped in white.
His gut twisted – boots rooted, card shaking in his grip. Nine lashes tore me apart – butt’s still sore from that cane. Ryan’s clamps, 10 pounds, screamed ‘til they bled. Leo’s weights, 2.5 on his balls, he groaned through it. Jamie’s hoist and shred – naked, trembling in his briefs. Fuck – I’m fucked either way. His mind raced – I could play my final veto card, but then I’d pull not 1 but 2 punishments. But there’s one reward card… could I get lucky and pick that? His eyes darted to the table – cards sneering, “Nine lashes, bare back” half-buried, “Nipple clamps, 10 pounds” peeking, “20 pounds by your balls” glinting cold – his cage pulsed, leash slackening, doubt clawing like a wave pulling back. One veto – Burn it, pit’s death; do it, I’m done.
Marcus leaned back, grin cutting – “Pick your poison, wave-boy – whip, pinch, or dangle!” Ryan stayed still, head down, leash loose – silent, owned, a shadow to Leo’s faltering grip in his leather pants, harness vest, 18-inch boots, leather patrol gloves glinting faintly. Leo’s chest tightened – Nine lashes broke my surf, clamps’d shred me, weights’d drown me… I’m just a rider, not this.
“Leo, want to make a deal?” Jamie’s voice cut in, sharp and slick, his envy glinting from across the table. Ryan’s head lifted slightly, eyes flickering to Jamie – What is he doing? – before bowing again, steel rigid bar handcuffs clanking softly as he sank deeper into submission.
Leo’s head snapped up, confusion flickering in his eyes, voice rough with surf drawl. “Deal? What kind of deal?”
Jamie leaned forward, briefs twitching faintly, voice low and taunting. “You have 1 veto card left, that will get you out of the dare, but then you’re stuck doing 2 punishments. The deal is I will give you my two veto cards so you can get out of this whole turn.”
Leo froze, fingers tightening on the card, his mind racing. He glanced at Marcus, seeking clarity, voice edged with doubt. “Can he do that?”
Marcus smirked, leaning back, arms crossed. “There’s nothing in the rules that says he can’t.”
Leo’s jaw tightened, cage pulsing against his skin, surf grit wavering. “What’s the catch?”
Jamie’s eyes narrowed, a hungry glint in them. “There’s a price to pay for them.”
Leo swallowed hard, nerves prickling, his voice cracking slightly. “What’s the price?”
“Only 1 reward card has been drawn,” Jamie said, voice smooth and edged. “The odds are there are more in that bag. If you draw one on your turn, you must give it to me.”
Leo’s chest tightened further, boots shifting as he weighed the pros and cons. Pros – three vetos, dodge this nightmare, no blindfold, no lashes, clamps, or weights. Cons – owe Jamie a reward, risk drawing one, pit’s luck’s a bitch. Veto now, two punishments – worse than one? Reward’s a long shot… but Jamie’s deal’s a gamble too. Fuck, I’m screwed either way, but safe now or fucked later? His gaze flicked to the discard pile, then to Ryan’s bowed head, leash slack, doubt pulling like an undertow. His breath hitched, surf grit faltering under the pit’s growl.
…to be continued
