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Thanks, Cub! A last little bit of frivolity for October. Things will get a little darker as we near Halloween.

I'll bet you could have figured a way out with no evidence. But that would have been a different story.

Thanks, Chris. TBH I'm a deeply flawed author of a story about being caged because it's not part of my own psychology. I just couldn't resist the season and the title.

Thanks, @dboggs9700♥️. I have something very different for next week, not a bro in sight.

If only there were a way…

5. Ben walked into the kitchen at nine, the morning sun cut brightly through the window blinds. The girl was gone, and Cole was standing at the stove in gray sweats and a white t-shirt, pushing eggs around in a skillet. His shoulders were loose, the unmistakable, relaxed stance of a guy who’d just had his way and enjoyed it. Ben went straight to the coffee pot and poured a mug. Black. He had his surrender speech ready. It was over. He was going to ask for the key. “Morning,”

Tune in tomorrow to see!

If idle hands are the devil's workshop...

They just need to find the way!

Ben and Cole are roommates, gym bros, and competitors who don't back down. When Ben impulsively bets his roommate Cole that he can spend the entire month locked in a chastity cage—loser has to clean their apartment for a month—Cole expects him to crack by day two. But as the month drags on, the guys try to outlast each other, until a surprise side bet ups the ante.

1. The cage came in a padded mailer addressed to Ben Sato. Cole set it on the kitchen table next to the tub of protein powder they shared, alongside a scattered stack of seminar reading. He leaned on the sink and waited. When Ben came in from campus, his brush cut still damp from the gym shower, his glasses slightly fogged, he saw the package and let his backpack slide to hit the floor. He didn’t have to ask what it was. He could see it in Cole’s smirk. "Still in?" Cole asked.

Thank you Peter. Glad to hear from you.

Thanks @dboggs9700. My self-challenge was to write an actual paranormal story, which is not my usual thing.

Thank you, Chris. This is an oldie for me, sharing for the first time on GA. Glad you enjoyed it.

John, Hutch, and Putter are the kind of frat bros who use a girl in the middle so they don’t have to name what they’re doing together. On Halloween there's no girl, but there is a campus legend every freshman has already dared: the grave of Midnight Malcolm, the sodomite witch hanged in 1693. Call him three times and he comes back to claim what’s his.