Nothin' But a Good Time

Sam Winchester was desperate to collared. He was desperate to feel his Master's hands around his neck and have the smell of leather fill his nose. He wanted the constant weight and pressure of a collar, wanted the ownership it portrayed, and wanted everyone else to know it was there. Every time he looked in the mirror and the bare flesh of his neck greeted him, it only furthered his disappointment. He couldn't wait to have someone own him.