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.