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Title of this update: AZ VISITS NO ESCAPE DUNGEON
By Forced Chastity Lover
Jayson struggled ineffectually as he was pushed up against the wall. His well-developed muscles were useless to him in his dazed condition. The collar encircled his neck and clamped his head back against the wall. His arms were held away from his body with the bicep and wrist straps. The leather strap around the chest held him upright and restricted movement.
Ryan, his biggest fraternity rival in the house, knelt and spread his legs one at a time, locking the ankles to the wall. He repeated the maneuver with the thigh straps. Jayson was now securely held against the wall with minimal movement possible. Ryan stepped back to admire his handywork.
Standing in front of him, affixed to the wall, was six foot four inches of solid, well-developed musculature weighing in at 240 pounds. He had luscious brown hair topping his head, while bright blue eyes peered out at him from a movie-star-quality face. His biceps were 19 inches and solid; his pecs stood out from his chest like pillows. Two rock-hard pillows. His nipples were well centered in each pec, sticking out slightly like two arrows pointing the way.
By Linc
Owen dropped him at the end of the drive a little after lunch, where the gravel met the county road and the fields stretched out like they had all the time in the world.
Jack swung his duffel down from the passenger seat and set it at his feet. The wind had teeth today, not biting hard yet, but sharp enough to remind him the season was turning.
“Thanks,” Jack said.
Owen nodded, hands still on the wheel. He started to speak, stopped, then offered, “Text me when you’re settled.”
Jack gave him a small smile. “Yeah. I will.”
Owen’s truck rolled away, tires crunching until the sound thinned into the wider quiet. Jack watched the taillights until they disappeared behind a rise.
Then he turned and started walking.
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By Linc
The town felt different when he wasn’t merely passing through. It didn’t vanish the moment he turned his back anymore. It waited.
Jack walked without a destination, hands in his jacket pockets, boots scuffing along the cracked sidewalk as late October settled into its bones. The maples along the main drag had mostly given up by now, their leaves reduced to wet scraps pressed into the pavement. The air smelled like cold metal and wood smoke. Winter wasn’t here yet, but it was close enough to make its intentions known.
He’d told Ethan he needed a day. Just one. Not to disappear – he’d been careful about that – but to think without the weight of unfinished sentences hanging between them. Ethan had nodded, the way he always did when Jack asked for something reasonable, and handed him the truck keys without commentary.
Jack wasn’t sure whether that made it easier or harder.
