Chad was confused. He was a car. He was Jace Coppola's- he was Snake's car. He didn't think he had known Snake's real name. Wait he remembered when they were frosh, Coach had called Snake Coppola, but Jace or Jason, nope.
Snake's hand was constantly shifting Chad's boner around, and his feet kept pressing Chad's balls. He was a car, but he felt human. His cock was the shifter on a manual transmission. His balls had to be pedals, but he wasn't sure which. Don't manual transmission cars had a gas pedal, brake pedal and a clutch pedal? He only has 2 balls, right?
Snake twisted Chad's right nipple, the car radio screeched to life, "Yeeeowww! Why'd ya do that!" Chad's voice exclaimed over the speaker system.
"Why did I do what?" Snake asked.
"Twist my nipple like- YEEEEEEOW!" crackled the radio.
As soon as, Chad said nipple, Snake grabbed both radio knows tightly, and twisted them back and forth. Snake laughed. He heard a soft sobbing until he had to shift, then the sobbing stopped suddenly, and Chad's moan echoed through the car.
"Now what?" Snake asked.
"You grabbed my boner and stepped on my balls," Chad complained, "so of course I- ooooh!" Snake was rapidly shifting up and down listening to Chad moan and grunt.
"This'll get annoying fast," Snake remarked pulling to the side of the road.
He pulled out his phone, and plugged it into a USB jack on the car's central console. He synced the device, and uploaded a Playlist marked Chad's Inner Playlist. When he was done. He hit play.
Depeche Mode sang, "Master and Servant." Chad was silent as he concentrated on every word, and note of the song.
Knuckles rapped on the driver's side window. Snake turned to see the Sheriff's deputy. He lowered the window.
"Yes, Officer Twombly?"
"Joy riding again, Snake?"
"No, sir. This is my car."
"License and registration," the deputy said.
Snake reached over, and took the pink slip out of the car, and handed it with his driver's license to the officer.
The deputy studied them.
"How'd you afford this car? Where's the registration?"
"Well, this car wasn't drivable until less than an hour ago. I was just taking it for a test drive. I pulled over because the shifter seems a bit sticky. Now that he's running, I'll get him registered first thing Monday."
"It's she and her. Car's and boats are always female," sighed the deputy. He had really hoped to haul Snake's ass in on grand theft auto now that Snake was an adult. The kid barely spent a month in Juvie when he got caught joyriding when he was 14.
He handed Snake the pink slip, and license. He surveyed the car.
"This was a junker? You do good work, Snake. But the DMV is open half days on Saturdays. Get this heap registered tomorrow."
"I gotta work tomorrow, but first thing Monday- after school," Snake promised, then looking away from the deputy and smiling, he added, "and it wasn't really a junker. Just needed my magic touch to get its engine revving."
The deputy went back to his car and radioed in that Snake Coppola was driving a tan car, and not to pull him over.
Snake fast forwarded through the Playlist burning each tune's lyrics into Chad's psyche. One hundred hours of tunes ingrained into Chad's mind. It was his internal playlist now, eternally running through his mind.
Snake switched back to radio mode.
"Who owns ya, baby?"
Chad's voice crackled slightly, "Jason A. Coppola owns me." His voice sounded defeated. NIN played Hole in his mind. Yeah, he was totally screwed.
Snake looked both ways, signaled, and pulled away from the curb. He twisted Chad's nipple until the radio turned off.
"I'm half tempted to keep you, but I've got a couple potential buyers to scope out first."
Chad could only wonder in silence what fate awaited him.