Chapter 13: The Pit’s Prize
Latex Rises – Power Shifts
By Restrained4U
The pit growled, chains clinking.
Marcus lounged, jeans tight, boots scuffed. Jamie slumped, plugged, naked, twitching.
Leo gripped Ryan’s leash, cage pressing, chaps creaking. Ryan knelt, leather straining.
Marcus tossed the bag to Leo. “Your turn.”
Marcus tossed the black velvet bag to Leo. “Your turn,” he said. Leo caught it, fingers clawing. “My turn,” he growled, surf drawl sharp. He dug in, pulling a golden card. “Rewards card: take control of the game, new look, new you – reinvent yourself, gear up, own it,” – GOLD’S THRONE – stamped in white, Leo read.
Leo’s grip tightened, eyes blazing. “This is mine – out of this cage, dress the part to dominate Ryan, rule the pit,” he hissed, card shaking. He pictured himself in leather, boots, a Dom’s crown – unstoppable, commanding. “I’d be the badass and own this place,” he boasted, voice rising, cage straining.
Jamie lunged up, wincing as the plug ground, voice sharp. “That reward is mine – we made a deal. You have to honor it!” he snapped, pain cracking his words, plug shifting – drawing a grimace.
Leo sneered, stepping closer, card raised. “Fuck the deal – I’m caged, fucked, and you’re the thief. Why should I?” he barked, cage pressing tighter.
Jamie glared, steady despite the plug’s sting. “You swore, Leo – two vetoes for this. Break it, and you’re nothing,” he growled, voice strained, body tense.
Leo’s jaw twitched, face darkening, cage biting. “Swore, yeah – but I’m stuck, and you’re crawling. I take this, I’m free,” he shouted, fist clenching. “Why give it up?”
Jamie held his ground, plug grinding – wincing hard. “Honor it – or I’ll make you regret it,” he rasped, voice low, boots bare on the concrete.
Leo’s fist shook, then loosened. “Fuck,” he muttered, shoving the card at Jamie. “Take it” he rasped, voice bitter, cage pressing.
Jamie staggered up, wincing as the plug shifted. He limped to a gear rack, browsing slowly, fingers brushing leather and latex. He chose a realistic latex police uniform with patches stitched on, heavy leather police patrol boots, plain glossy black and tall, and a latex police cap. He clutched the gear, then headed to the bathroom, plug grinding with each step.
Jamie stepped into the bathroom, stainless steel gleaming, the air thick. He set the gear down, running the card’s words through his mind. “New look, new you – reinvent myself,” he recalled, voice low. “This is my shot – new rules,” he muttered, feeling the plug’s bulge. “It said ‘worn ‘til my next turn,’ but this reward… it’s a reset – my call to ditch it.” He nodded, jaw set. “I’m done being the pig.”
He braced against the sink, fingers gripping the plug’s base, wincing at the sting. He twisted it slowly, a sharp burn flaring. The latex clung tight, resisting. He tugged, a slow pull, muscles clenching. A slick pop echoed as it slid free. He held it, slick and warm, then turned on the faucet. Water rushed over it, washing off the lube. He tossed it onto the counter, a wet thud.
He unfolded the latex police uniform – black, slick. He stepped into the pants, but the latex stuck to his sweaty skin. He tugged, it snagged, pulling hard. Sweat beaded on his wiry frame – sharp chest, lean thighs – latex clinging.
Frustrated, he opened a cabinet, spotting a bottle labeled “ViviDress” for latex dressing. He grabbed it, squirting a small amount. He rubbed it over his wiry body – sharp lines gleaming, lean arms shining. His hand lingered on his hard dick, smooth with the lube. He leaned against the counter, eyes closed, stroking slowly. He pictured his transformation – from pig to pit king – latex tight, boots heavy, cap sharp. His dick hardened more than he thought possible – pre-cum slicking his hand. On the verge of shooting, he gasped, eyes snapping open. He stopped, breathing hard, hand trembling.
He washed his hands, the latex now easier to manage. He left the pants undone, sliding them down slightly. He grabbed the shirt, pulling it on, buttoning it up with shaky fingers. He tucked it in carefully, adjusting his cock to the side. He zipped up the pants, the latex molding tight. He adjusted his cock again, fighting the urge to shoot. He added a wide belt, buckling it snug.
He returned the ViviDress to the cabinet, spotting “ViviShine” for polishing latex. He took a lint-free microfiber cloth, poured a small amount, and worked it over his entire body. The latex gleamed, wet-look shine spreading. The back was tough – his wiry shoulders strained. He twisted, using the counter’s edge. Around his cock, it twitched on the edge. He put it back, cabinet clicking shut.
He grabbed the leather police patrol boots – plain glossy black, tall. Leaning on the counter, he slid his feet in, leather creaking, fitting snug. He stood, boots clomping.
He lifted the latex police cap – black, sleek. He settled it on his head, brim shadowing his eyes. He flexed in the mirror – wiry muscles taut, sharp frame gleaming. “I could rule the pit,” he rasped, voice steady.
Jamie strode out of the bathroom, latex uniform gleaming, boots thudding, cap tilted just right – looking hot as fuck. He held the washed plug in hand, setting it on the table before Marcus. Marcus smirked. “Taking liberties with that card, eh, pig? Creative twist,” he said, voice low.
Ryan sneered, staring. “Pulled the plug before your next turn – pit’s rules don’t bend, pig – but fuck, you’re hot,” he growled. Leo grinned, eyes raking over him. “Shit, you look hot – that dick hard under the latex – but not only are you a thief, you’re a cheat,” he spat, nodding at the plug.
Jamie took his seat, latex creaking, boots planted. “Your game’s mine now, Marcus,” he rasped, voice steady. He leaned back, eyeing Leo. “Release Ryan, Leo – your leash is done,” he said, voice calm but firm.
To be continued..
