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.)
Marcus stood, boots thudding “Six beats four, three – sling time, pig-boy,” he rasped – (Got you now.) “Roll your size – blind,” he growled, stepping closer – (Let’s see your guts.)
Jamie yanked the blindfold tighter – (Fuckers won’t break me.) Darkness swallowed him, pulse thudding – (I’ll outlast this shit.) He shook the die, rolled – clatter, stop.
Marcus chuckled low – (Gonna gut him.) Jamie’s gut twisted – (Fuck… what’d I get?) – breath catching as the taunts hit.
Marcus leaned in – (Big one for a big mouth.) “Hope you’re ready, pig – gonna feel this all week,” he rasped – (Stretch you wide.)
Leo smirked – (He’s fucked now.) “That’s the monster – good luck walking, thief,” he spat – (Take it, bitch.)
Ryan’s cuffs clinked – (Large’ll break him.) “Tear him open – should’ve been my roll,” he snarled—(Weak pup’s done.)
Marcus stepped up, boots thudding – (Time to rig him.) “Sling’s waiting, pig-boy – step out of those briefs,” he growled, voice rough – (Let’s see you bare.)
Jamie fumbled blind, shoving the soaked gray briefs down – his hard dick sprang free, bouncing up, smacking his stomach with a wet slap – (Fuck… hard as hell.) Sweat glistened, pre-cum streaking his abs.
Leo snorted – (Look at that.) “Pig’s packing – won’t help him now,” he rasped – (Still gonna squirm.)
Ryan growled low – (Pathetic prick.) “Big dick, small spine – gonna squeal anyway,” he snarled.
Marcus grinned – (Nice show.) “Bounce all you want – gonna plug that ass,” he rasped – (Mine now) – his jeans taut.
Marcus gripped Jamie’s arm, leading him over – (Got you, pig.) The sling loomed, chains rattling – leather wrist and ankle restraints dangling, pristine and supple, top-grade from Marcus’s rich stash.
“In,” he barked, guiding Jamie’s back against the leather – (Lay down, bitch.) He lifted Jamie’s legs, easing them into position – (Spread wide.) – strapping the ankle restraints tight – leather smooth, gripping firm – (Locked in.)
His hands yanked Jamie’s wrists up, buckling them into the wrist restraints, chains creaked as Jamie settled.
Marcus strode to the cabinets under the stainless counter – (Got the good shit here.) He yanked a drawer open, snapping on black latex gloves – crisp, tight, a sharp snap echoing—(Don’t want this grease on me.) – then grabbed a bottle of lub – —clear, cold, half-used.
He stepped back to Jamie, boots thudding – (Time to loosen him.) He squeezed lube onto two gloved fingers – slick, dripping – (Slick it up.) – and smeared it over Jamie’s hole – cold, wet, trailing down.
Jamie tensed, breath hitching – (Fuck… tight…) Marcus worked his fingers in slow – one, then two – pushing past the ring – (Take it, pig.) – Jamie moaned low, dick throbbing, pulsing against his stomach, pre-cum pooling as Marcus twisted deeper.
Marcus kept at it – five minutes, slow and steady – fingers sliding, stretching as Jamie’s moans grew ragged – (Fuck… fuck…) – his dick twitched hard, leaking – (Fuck… too much…)
Marcus grinned – (Breaking already?) – working deeper, spreading wider—(Almost there) – pre-cum glinting on his gloves. He eased in a third finger – latex gloves slick, stretching Jamie’s hole – (Three’s the charm.) – Jamie’s thighs quaked – (Fuck… full…) – breath fast, cracking.
Marcus pulled his fingers out, slow, gloves gleaming with lube – (Ready for it.) He strode back to the drawer – plugs lined up, black and gleaming – small, medium, large – grabbed a medium one – 4.25 inches insertable, 5-inch circumference, silicone sleek, tapered sharp – (This’ll sting.)
He stepped to the sling – (Time to plug him.) He squeezed more lube onto the plug—cold drops hitting Jamie – (Fuck… cold again…) – running it over the tip – (Slick it good.)
Marcus gripped the base, hovering between Jamie’s spread legs, “Open up, pig,” he taunted, voice low – (Gonna feel this deep.) – plug gleaming, ready to press.
He pressed the tip against Jamie – slow, slick – (Fuck… should slide.) Jamie tensed hard, bucking – (Fuck… no way…) – muscles clamping tight – (Fuck… too much.) Marcus snarled, shoving harder – tip grinding in – (Fuck… take it.) – Jamie’s breath hitched, a choked grunt – (Fuck… burns…)
Marcus pushed, relentless—plug tearing past the ring – (Fuck… got him.) Jamie writhed – (Fuck… rips…) – chains rattling – (Fuck… can’t…) – Marcus growled – (Fuck… stubborn)—“More than one way to plug a pig,” he rasped, laying the plug on Jamie’s chest – cold and wet.
He strode back to the cabinet, yanked another drawer open – bottles clinking – grabbed a small brown one – poppers, sharp and chemical – (This’ll do.) – cracked it open – hiss cutting the air – (Loosen him up.) He stepped back to Jamie – (Time to fly.) – helped lift Jamie’s head.
“This’ll help – poppers,” he growled – (Take it deep.) – “One nostril closed, bottle to the other—inhale ‘til I say stop, 10 seconds – hold ‘til I say, 10 more – then exhale. Got it?”.) Marcus pinched Jamie’s left nostril shut – (Here we go.) – pressed the bottle to the right.
“Inhale,” he ordered (Take it.) Jamie sucked in – 10 seconds, sharp sting burning his lungs – (Fuck… spinning…) – Marcus counted – (One… ten.) “Hold,” he rasped—10 seconds ticking – (Fuck… rushing…) – head swimming – (Fuck… high…) “Exhale,” Marcus snapped – Jamie blew out – (Fuck… buzzing…)
Marcus grinned “Again – inhale,” he ordered, switching to the other nostril. Jamie inhaled hard – 10 seconds – (Fuck… flying…) – rush doubling – (Fuck… soaring…) “Hold,” he ordered – 10 more – Fuck… gone…) – muscles melting, body slumping. “Exhale,” he rasped – Jamie let go – dick throbbing, swaying – (Fuck… floating…)
Marcus stepped back to the cabinet, capped the bottle, tossed it in, drawer thudding shut. He left Jamie swaying – (Fuck… floating…) – high rolling, head spinning, moans soft.
Marcus strode back to the sling – grinning – (There we go.) He grabbed the plug off Jamie’s chest, squeezed more lube and pressed it against Jamie – slow, deliberate – silicone grinding past the ring, his jeans tightening, pre-cum seeping.
He shoved hard – plug tearing in, stretching Jamie inch by brutal inch – Jamie bucked, a raw grunt, Marcus yanked it back an inch, then rammed it deep, 4.25 inches slamming in, 5-inch girth flaring wide – flare locking with a jolt. amie’s thighs spasmed, a broken cry ripping out, sweat pouring, dripping down his crack.
Marcus grinned – (Pit’s king, huh?) – twisting it hard – (Fuck… beg now.) – Jamie’s voice cracked – (Fuck… no more…) – body slumping. Leo laughed “Begging already – pathetic,” he spat. Ryan sneered, “Crying like a pup done,” he growled – (Marcus owns him.)
Marcus stepped back, boots thudding. “Not so tough, pig,” he rasped, wiping his gloves. Jamie’s head lolled, blind, breath jagged, slurring, “Bigger…” – high fading, pain surging.
Leo smirked – (Poppers, huh?) “Needed dope to take it – fucking weak,” he spat.
Ryan’s cuffs clinked “I’d have ripped him dry – medium’s for bitches,” he growled – (Marcus should bleed too.) His chain strained – (Leash can’t hold this.)
Marcus stepped up, boots thudding, “Worn ‘til your next turn – enjoy it, pig,” he rasped. He reached up, yanking the blindfold off Jamie’s eyes. Jamie blinked, squinting – eyes glazed, pain still buzzing.
Marcus unbuckled the wrist restraints, then the ankle restraints hauling Jamie out of the sling.
Jamie winced hard, plug grinding, legs buckling as Marcus steadied him, setting him down, his dick hard, twitching faintly.
Marcus pointed, “Take those briefs off the floor – tribute ‘em to the pit,” he growled, nodding at the bin. “While you’re at it, pick up those gloves – take ‘em to the bathroom trash,” he rasped – (Make him walk – feel that plug grind.) – glancing at the black latex gloves he’d tossed.
Jamie stumbled – grabbing the soaked briefs, shuffling to the bin, dropping them in with a wet thud. He scooped the gloves, limping to the bathroom, each step a stab from the plug.
He tossed the gloves in the trash can stainless steel gleaming. He shuffled back out, plug grinding with every step, his hard dick bouncing, slapping his thigh, pre-cum slicking the tip, face twisted.
He eased into his chair, plug slamming deeper, a sharp yelp tearing out, legs jerking, breath ragged.
Leo’s eyes narrowed, “Looks tight – hope it chokes you,” he growled, cage pressing against his chaps.
Ryan smirked, “Next round’s blood,” he rasped, pre-cum dotting his leather.
Jamie’s breath steadied, voice strained, cracked – “Go,” he spat – (Your turn, wave-boy.) The pit growled, chains thrashed – Marcus tossed the bag to Leo.
…to be continued
