Puzzled, Chad handles the collar gingerly, looking at it intently for some time.
"Good boy. Now put it on."
Without thinking, Chad put the collar on. In the back of his mind, there was a driving force, willing to whatever the voice said...wanting nothing more than to make him happy. His mind reeled at the thought. No way is he gonna be some fag's boy!
"Good boy. now lay down. Go to sleep, boy."
Obediently, Chad laid down, and went to sleep.