The Outsiders: Tally

Here, Boy!

Tim buys a spiky collar for Dallas.

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    Tim never knew that Dallas liked things around his neck. Specifically his hand. Ever since Tim discovered Dallas' secret kink for choking, he wanted to test its limits. What other things can Tim put around Dallas' neck?

    While walking to Buck's in order to drink and get a little loose, he watched as a young woman crossed the street with her dog. Despite her soft features, she owned a fierce-looking German Shepard with a spiky red collar around its neck. Suddenly, a small smirk graced his face. His mind immediately thought of Dallas. He imagined the blonde with a spiky collar around his neck with a matching leash. He imagined Dallas on his knees below him, looking up at him with beckoning eyes as he sucked his cock while Tim tugged on the leash, forcing him to go faster.

    Before the public could witness the older man's excitement blossoming in his tight jeans, he rushed to the nearest pet store.

    A young man greeted him when he entered, wearing a blue uniform shirt that was tucked into his khaki pants.

"Welcome! What're you looking for today?"

"I need a collar for my... er... d-dog."

"You have a dog, huh? What breed?"

"Uh.... golden retriever. A very stubborn one."

"I see. Well, you've come to the right place! Follow me."

    The employee presented a different array of collars to Tim. The older man scanned each row, looking for the perfect one. Then, his eyes landed on a specific one. A large, black leather collar with large spikes decorating its circumference. Tim smiled to himself.

"That one."

"This one? Alright. You want a leash, too?"

"Yeah. Make 'em match."

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    Dallas arrived at the Shepard residence, planning on spending time with Tim. He cursed as he jiggled the front door handle and realized that it was locked.

"What're you doing?"

    Dallas jumped as he heard a scratchy voice speak up behind him. He turned around to see Curly, who was aggressively chewing on a piece of gum.
"The fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm visiting your brother."

"Why the fuck are you always here?"
"Because Tim's my pal?"

    Curly squinted at Dallas, doubting the blond's words.

"What's going on here?"

    Dallas and Curly turned their attention to the latter's older brother, who was towering over them menacingly.

"Nothin'. Could you open the fucking door?"

    Tim rolled his eyes and took out his house key, unlocking the door. Curly ran in, climbing up the stairs.

"Your brother's a fucking weirdo, you know that?"
"I've known that for 15 years, babe."

    Dallas noticed the large paper bag under Tim's arm.

"What's that?"

"Hmm? Oh! This is actually a gift for you."

    Dallas' eyes lit up, staring at the bag curiously.

"F-For me?"

"Yeah. You seem surprised."

"Well, it's not my birthday or anything."