No matter what Jake said, Ryan wasn't going to 'get over' Jake forcing a slave collar around his neck. He had to get that collar from Jake and give him a taste of his own medicine.
He'd found Jake's secret stash before, after hearing Jake removing the register in the past. Jake must not realize how much noise that made, and that it traveled through the ductwork into Ryan's room. Ryan heard Jake opening it after Ryan left the room, and planned to steal the collar.
When Jake was taking his nightly shower, Ryan took his chance, sneaking into Jake's room and opening up the register. Inside, he found the collar. Now, how to get it around Jake's neck? He couldn't beat Jake in a fight. But he had an idea.
That night while sleeping, Jake dreamed about what he could do to Ryan next time he had his little bro collared. He was so deeply dreaming, he didn't wake up until he felt the collar tighten. His eyes snapped open, feeling hands pressing on his neck. He pushed them away, but it was too late, the slave collar was around his neck!
"What the fuck did you do?" Jake asked, way too loudly.
Ryan, face barely visible in the dark bedroom, grinned in satisfaction. "Don't even try to take it off."
"Ryan, we have school in the morning, and-" Jake cut off as their dad, looking tired and only wearing his underwear, walked into the room.
"Guys, why are you fighting, it's the middle of the night," dad said, obviously annoyed at being woken up.
"Ryan put this collar on me," said Jake, pointing at it.
"Jake, really? You always wear that thing. Go back to bed," said Dad.
Jake was surprised. Did dad really think he would wear a collar?
"Yeah, Jake, go to sleep," said Ryan, and Jake found his eyes closing. Before he could complain, sleep overtook him.
In the morning, Jake woke up, and had forgotten about the collar, already used to it around his neck. Until he got into the bathroom, and saw it in the mirror. Panic went through him, and he knew he had to get it off. But he didn't even try.
He remembered Ryan's order to not try to take it off. He'd have to force that little shit to take it off.
Jake brushed his teeth anyway, preferring to be clean, one thing he differed from his little brother on.
Ryan was already putting his shoes on, backpack ready for the walk to school. Ryan smirked seeing Jake. "Nice collar," he said.
Jake grabbed Ryan by the arm. "Take if off!"
"Don't touch me without my permission," said Ryan, and Jake immediately let go. "Don't ask me to take it off, or threaten me, or anything like that, I'll take it off you when I'm ready. You owe me for yesterday."
Jake tried to speak, but couldn't force out what he really wanted to say. "Fine," he said, in a tone that implied it was not fine.
At school, Jake was surprised to find that no one mentioned his collar. It was like they thought it was totally normal for someone to wear a black leather dog collar to school. Even his teachers didn't give it a second glance.
Jake got a text from Ryan, telling him to meet him in the bathroom by Mr. Jones's class at lunch.
Ryan was waiting for him at lunch. "It worked! I was wondering if text commands would work."
"I guess, since I thought it was from you, I had to listen," Jake said.
"Interesting. Where did you get this collar, anyway? Tell me everything."
Jake didn't want to arm his brother with any more knowledge, but he had no choice, the words spilled out of him. He even told his brother about having to kiss the guy's shoes at the store.
Ryan considered it all, while Jake waited. "You aren't allowed to go back to that store without me."
Jake swore, knowing the store was probably his last chance to get free.
"Don't tell anyone else about the collar, or the store," said Ryan. And don't do anything that you think might result in you getting freed from it."
Jake knew he'd fucked up. Ryan was smarter about the collar than he was. Jake should have kept Ryan in it, or destroyed the collar when he had the chance.
"Hmm...and, from now on, you have to pee sitting down like a girl," said Ryan. "You can go now, see you after school."
Jake sat through his afternoon classes, dreading what plans his little brother would have for him next. His last class of the day was gym, and he even showered wearing the collar.
He waited outside the front door of the school, until Ryan came out, with a smug grin on his 11 year old face.
"Now what?" asked Jake.