"I hate to do this to my friend. But I'm going to have to keep you on a leash," says Brayden.
"What?" Whines Callum, "Why? I'm not going to run away from you."
"I know..... But it's to stop you from potentially blowing away in the wind."
"I'm not a balloon!"
"I know. But it's better not to take chances."
"Do you even have one?"
"As a matter of fact."
Brayden reaches into his backpack and pulls out a collar and leash. He looks at Callum and says, "I was supposed to walk my neighbors dog after. That ain't happening."
"We've got to return eventually," replies Callum.
"Just let me put this on you."
"Fine," he sighs as the red collar touches his rubber skin. He looks up at his friend in time to see the leash extend outwards from the collar and into Brayden's hand.
"So damn humiliating," says Callum.
"I think you're enjoying it though," replies Brayden with a grin.
Callum looks down at his traitorous member which on full display. He lowers his paws to cover it. "That..... was due to the...um..... cold air."
"Don't lie," laughs Brayden, "You're enjoying every second of this." Callum blushes. "Exactly," continues Brayden as he tugs the leash.