#it’s a very solid thwack 😂

[metalheadcowboy]

Ohhhh. I'd LOVE to hear those catboy thots about the pink 'brat' collar!

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY, listen you have opened up a can of WORMS asking me to tell you more about this 😭😭😭 (But also thank you for asking :,) and props to you on the amazing find that was that collar 😂)

Here’s the post for reference for anybody who hasn’t yet seen the pink ‘BRAT’ collar in all of it’s glory lmao

It starts off as a joke, really. Billy finds the bright pink collar online and has to have it, simply can’t live another day knowing he left the collar sitting in some warehouse and not on his pretty boy’s neck. He was practically counting down the days until it would be there and he could surprise Steve with it, could almost see the look on his face, see the way his ears would flatten against his head and eyes would narrow at the gag gift. It would be great.

When the box came Steve eyes it as Billy brought it in, pretty packaging lying under the boring cardboard. It was in a white box tied off with a pink ribbon to match the color of the collar and he might as well have been vibrating with excitement as he carefully undid all the packaging.

Steve got more and more interested the deeper he got into unboxing he little ‘present’ he sat on the bar stool next to Billy’s, ears swiveling and tail flicking as he watched. When the collar finally came out he didn’t see the word at first, just saw the vibrant pink and silver detailing and loved it. He grinned looking at the back, but then Billy turned it around for him to look at the front and... well.

“Hey!” Steve frowned, looking at ‘BRAT’ in big, silver lettering across the front, “Fuck you.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who just bought you something,” Billy pointed out, Steve making the exact face he predicted he would, chocolaty brown fur of his head blending into his hair as they laid atop his head in disapproval, tail swaying low and threatening.

“Well, that’s not a very nice thing to buy,” Steve retorted, rolling his eyes in annoyance while Billy just grinned at him.

“Here, just try it on,” Billy held the collar out to his boyfriend, “You’ll love it.” Steve batted at the collar, thwacking it out of the younger boy’s hand with flick of his wrist. It made a loud noise as it hit the floor of the kitchen, thick metal bouncing across the tile.

“You really are a brat, “Billy scolded before going to pick the, hopefully not damaged, item off the ground.

“Am not!” Steve whined, realizing that his tone wasn’t doing him any favors, “You brought this on yourself, Bill.”

And Billy tried to keep talking, but Steve just walked away, tail swishing playfully behind him.

Brat.

The collar found a home in their bedside table with the rest of Steve’s collars all jumbled up in an unorganized mixture. After a while it was almost forgotten, a dim memory in the back of their minds as days turned to weeks, turned to months. that is until Steve decided to do a little spring cleaning while Billy was at work.

He had many collars, too many, some that didn’t fit him anymore, a few that he had outgrown the style of, and some that were so worn they were a few wears from falling apart at the seams. So, yeah, some just had to go.

As he started sifting, some going into the trash, some going into a donate bag, then, one in particular caught his eye. It was gleaming from near the bottom of the drawer, trapped under many of his more worn collars. He reached his hand in and started digging, digging and digging until he hit chunky, solid metal. Like a claw machine he grabbed it and pulled it up, collar rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

“Christ,” he groaned when he could get a look at it. The pink ‘Brat’ collar. He thought Billy threw the thing away ages ago, yet, here it was, resting in the palm of his hand untouched, never warn. Every part of him was telling him to throw it in the trash while he had the chance. But there was something, something inside of him telling him to put it on. Shit.

He wrapped the cool leather around his neck, placing two fingers between the collar and his throat before fastening it in the back. He hadn’t looked at himself in the mirror yet, but it felt nice, a little cheap, but didn’t irritate his skin. He found joy in the little star dangling down just above his collar bones.

He wanted to hate it, wanted to hate it more than anything in the entire world. But when he scooted over, dragging himself to sit criss-cross in front of their full length mirror adjacent from the bed he fell in love. loud purring filled the room, soft rumbling in his chest shaking the dangling part of the collar. He ran the tips of his fingers over the smooth leather dyed pink, briefly wrapping his hand around his own neck as if to imagine what Billy’s hand would like in its place.

Steve shouldn’t have been as turned on as he was by himself in the degrading collar that didn’t even match his t-shirt and shorts lounge wear combo, but God, he was. He whimpered, soft noise escaping his throat between pretty pink, spit slicked lips, thumb holding his mouth open as he stared deep into his own honey brown eyes. His tail laid limp behind him, ears perky but lax on the top of his head as he became all too aware of his cock filling out his shorts. Shorts that were too short, shorts that he wasn’t wearing underwear beneath.

“Thought you didn’t like the collar.” Steve’s soul leapt out of his body in that moment, panic running through his veins as he quickly scrambled to his feet, trying to regain his composure as if the deep pink blush painted on his face and obvious bulge in his pants weren’t a dead give away.

The smirk on Billy’s face made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out, “I- I don’t! I was just trying it on to see if it, uh... if it fit!” His voice was frantic, but he couldn’t get it to come out any other way. His tail slowly wrapped around his middle as if to hug himself, protect himself from the embarrassment he was sure was about to ensue.

“Are you... sure about that?” the blonde questioned, stepping closer, cornering him against the edge of their king bed until he was forced to sit back on it, looking up at him with big brown eyes, heart racing like he just ran a marathon.

“Yes, I swear!” he pleaded, elbows pressed into the soft mattress that he wished would just swallow him whole already.

“Hm,” Billy hummed like he was thinking something over. Then, suddenly, there was a knee pressing against his forming erection. Steve’s stomach twisted itself into knots, pulsing pleasure jolting up his spine like a strike of lightning.

“Ah~” he moaned pathetically, eyes half lidded, suddenly feeling very weak, like the prey Billy was about to pounce on.

“Oh, kitten,” Billy whispered, leaning forwards until he was practically on top of Steve, nothing supporting him but the knee he had wedged between the older boys thighs, “Are you lying to me?”

Steve bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself somewhat composed before he spoke, “No, Bill, I swear.” The laugh Billy let out was menacing.

He leaned in close to Steve’s ear, hot breath brushing against the delicate skin of Steve’s ear, “That’s sir to you.” His voice was deep and gravely, but firm and Steve was pretty sure if he wasn’t fully hard before, he definitely was now.

“Now how about we see what you look like in the collar, and only the collar.” Steve gulped, not even sure he was breathing, Billy’s hand sneaking up behind his head to scratch behind one of his ears, tail shifting to wrap around one of his boyfriends thighs.

“Yes.”

“What was that,” Steve turned his head to the side in shame.

“Yes, sir.”

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