All Chapters of Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Shared Dreams

Chapter 62: Shared Dreams The dream felt more real than waking life. We were on a frozen pond somewhere quiet and untouched, snow drifting softly around us. No arena lights, no cameras, no syndicate watching. Just the crisp bite of winter air and the scrape of our skates on natural ice. Callan chased me with a playful growl, his laughter echoing across the open space a sound I rarely heard from him in reality. When he finally caught me, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and spun me around. The world blurred in a swirl of white and blue. “Got you, rookie,” he murmured against my ear, voice warm with affection instead of command. I laughed freely, without the constant weight of anxiety crushing my chest. When he kissed me, it was slow and deep, full of joy instead of desperation. No hidden microphones. No red recording lights. No fear of what tomorrow would bring. We skated together for

Father's Collection

Chapter 63: Father’s CollectionThe video played on loop in my mind long after I closed it.My father’s chilling caption burned behind my eyes:“You two look so natural together. Keep dreaming, son. Reality belongs to me.”I stood frozen in the middle of the hotel room, phone still clutched in my shaking hand. Callan was right beside me, his big body radiating barely-contained rage. The link between us throbbed with shared violation my horror mixing with his cold, murderous fury.“He’s been watching everything,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not just the tapes we send him. He has his own private collection. He’s been… collecting us.”Callan took the phone from my hand and tossed it onto the bed like it was poisonous. Then he pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest as if he could physically shield me from my father’s reach.“I’m going to kill him,” Callan growled, the words low and lethal. “One day. Someho

Nowwhere Safe

Chapter 64: Nowhere SafeCallan found the first listening device at 3:47 a.m.He had been restless, unable to sleep after the latest violation from my father’s video collection. While I lay curled on the bed, still half-dazed from another shared dream, he started quietly sweeping the room with the small detection tool Beck had given him.The soft, high-pitched beep cut through the silence like a knife.Callan froze.He pulled a tiny black disc no bigger than a coin from behind the headboard, holding it up between two fingers. His face went deathly still.“Brooks.”I sat up instantly, heart already racing. The link flooded with his cold, murderous rage.He didn’t speak. Instead, he moved methodically around the room, checking every surface. Within ten minutes he had found three more devices one in the smoke detector, one behind the television, and one cleverly hidden inside the bedside lamp.Four listen

Arousal On Ice

Chapter 65: Arousal on IceThe next game was a disaster waiting to happen.We were playing at home against a tough Western Conference rival. The arena was loud, the crowd electric, but all I could feel was the heavy weight of exhaustion and the constant, invasive knowledge that we were never truly alone.The latest dose from the “recovery protocol” had done its job too well.The link was wider and more sensitive than ever. Shared dreams had already invaded our sleep. Now, even on the ice, the bleed-through was becoming uncontrollable.It started during warm-ups.Callan skated past my crease to tap my pads a normal captain move but the brief eye contact sent a flash of heat through the link. The new dose amplified it instantly. I felt a sudden, unwanted surge of arousal that wasn’t entirely mine. My body reacted before I could stop it. My cock twitched in my compression shorts, and a wave of embarrassed heat rushed through me.

Punishment and Tenderness

Chapter 66: Punishment and TendernessThe hotel room door had barely clicked shut before Callan had me pinned against it.His big body crowded mine, one hand braced beside my head while the other gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. The air between us crackled with tension — leftover frustration from the game, the terrifying new level of the link, and the raw need to regain some semblance of control.“You almost lost us the game tonight,” he said, voice low and dark. “Twice. Because you couldn’t keep my arousal out of your head while you were supposed to be focused on the puck.”I swallowed hard, heart hammering. The link was still buzzing from the latest dose, making every point of contact feel electric.“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered.Callan’s eyes flashed. “Sorry isn’t enough tonight.”What followed was punishment — but not the kind I had expected.He stripped me slowly, methodically, until I stood com

League Scrutiny

Chapter 67: League ScrutinyThe league officials’ inquiry came faster than we expected.Elodie pulled us into a private meeting room at the practice facility the very next afternoon. Her usual calm professionalism was strained, her fingers tapping rapidly on her tablet as she spoke.“They’re asking questions,” she said without preamble. “Not just about the relationship. They’re concerned about the on-ice incidents. The way you two seem overly synchronized. The way Brooks froze in net last game. Some scouts and executives have flagged it as ‘unusual chemistry’ that might be affecting performance. They want a private sit-down next week.”Callan stood beside me, arms crossed, jaw tight. “What exactly are they asking?”“Everything,” Elodie replied. “How long you’ve been involved. Whether the relationship is affecting team dynamics. Whether there’s any external pressure. They’re being subtle for now, but the league hates surprises. Especially

The Kiss

Chapter 68: The Kiss The home game was electric. The arena was packed, the crowd roaring from the moment we stepped onto the ice. It was one of those nights where the energy felt almost tangible — a divisional matchup with playoff implications. But beneath the noise and lights, the pressure was suffocating. The syndicate’s order was clear. I was to initiate a public kiss after the win. My father had made it personal in his latest message: **“Make it memorable, son. Show the world how much you’ve learned to submit. Daddy wants to see real passion.”** We won the game 4-2. I played adequately, fighting through the link’s distractions, but the entire third period had been a battle of willpower. Every aggressive shift from Callan sent unwanted heat through my body. I barely kept my focus. When the final horn sounded, the crowd erupted. Call

Old Wounds

Chapter 69: Old WoundsThe flashback hit like a bomb going off inside my skull.One moment I was still riding the adrenaline high of the public kiss, Callan’s mouth warm against mine while twenty thousand people cheered. The next, white-hot pain exploded through the link — not mine, but his.Callan’s career-ending injury.I felt it all as if it were happening to me in real time.The brutal check from behind. The sickening crack as his body slammed into the boards at the wrong angle. The blinding agony that shot through his hip and spine. The immediate, terrifying knowledge that something had torn irreversibly. The helplessness as trainers rushed onto the ice. The cold hospital lights. The doctor’s voice delivering the news that his playing days were effectively over.And underneath the physical pain — the deeper, quieter grief. The realization that he would never have children. That his body had betrayed him in the one way hockey couldn’t fix. The slow death of the future he had imagi

Genuine Emotions

Chapter 70: Genuine EmotionThe syndicate’s demand felt like the final nail in a coffin we had been building ourselves.**Unknown Number:** Film another sex tape. This time we want genuine emotion visible. No hiding. Show us the real love and the real pain. Deliver within 48 hours.No cuts. No edits. No masks.They wanted everything — the love, the brokenness, the raw vulnerability we had only ever shared in private.Callan read the message once, then set his phone down with deliberate calm. His hand found the back of my neck, squeezing once, grounding me through the link.“We do this together,” he said quietly. “No performing. We give them the truth — but only the parts we choose to show. The rest stays ours.”We set up the camera in the corner of the suite exactly as instructed. One single angle. No cuts. No safe words. Just us.When the red light blinked on, the weight of it settled over both of us like lead.

Caught

Chapter 71: CaughtThe red light on the camera had only just gone dark when the door to the suite burst open.Tate stood in the doorway, eyes wide, face pale with shock. He had clearly seen more than he should have — the way we were still tangled together on the bed, sweat-slicked and breathing hard, the raw emotion still hanging thick in the air.“Jesus Christ,” Tate breathed, stepping inside and slamming the door behind him. “What the fuck was that?”Callan moved instinctively, pulling the sheet over my body and sitting up to shield me. His voice was low and dangerous. “Tate. Not now.”“Not now?” Tate’s voice rose, sharp with disbelief and anger. “I just walked in on you two filming a sex tape. A real one. Not some staged bullshit. I saw the tears. I heard the things you were saying to each other. That wasn’t performance. That was… fuck, I don’t even know what that was.”I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my chest, humilia

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