#dickhouse

i'm very much picturing this the same as the riot control test but also like the time that trey parker and matt stone were on acid in dresses. tremaine pitches it that the only female cast member should walk the guys in on leashes, since this was her breakout role.

johnny's such a flirt and is close with his new costar and he's all about it. "no different than a regular shoot day, she keeps her leash tight, jeff."

ryan is down for whatever, thinks it's funny. BAM. has the problem. doesn't like feeling like he's competing against her for attention, lmao. pouts abs tells jeff there's no way he's letting you do that. it's degrading. (girl whatever we know you are the subbiest sub you would thrive.)

however, the event grows closer and dunn has given jeff the his green light and agreed and bam isn't gonna let ryan do it alone, so he reluctantly agrees.

it's the day of the event, everyones pregaming and getting ready at the studio. rick and lance have their cameras out filming everyone for the 2.5 movie and pontius brings her the collars for the men.

she buckles them on, johnny flirting with her the entire time. she turns to look at rick behind her, "yea this mutt needs a fuckin' muzzle." she rolls her eyes and pats johnny on the cheek as she clicks the leash onto the collar.

ryan is next, stoic— just staring right at her. he's such a golden retriever, just such a good boy. "this one's my favorite." she buckles the next leash on and holds a beer bottle up for him to sip from and he does.

bam is last, and hating (ok me when i lie) every second of it. the leash clicks into place and the cameras turn off. she lets her hand hold onto his jaw. "not so bad, see. just helps give you a little direction for the carpet." she smiles at him and then turns to stand with all the men for a picture.