The pickup pulled off the street, went down an alley and through sheet metal lined gates, and came to a stop inside the walled auto yard of a chop shop.
The boss looked down at the black rubber head with cum dripping from its lips, and smirked. He said, "Boys, the head stays. Don't flatten it while you're upholstering my car.. Now get to work."
Chad was unceremoniously hefted out of the pickup, and carried inside the chop shop. There was a classic red Mustang up on blocks, a vintage BMW identical to Chad's car, a 1957 Chevy with fin tail lights, and a couple other cars that Chad couldn't identify.
As they carried him passed the cars to set his flatten rolled up body on a shelf, Chad saw his custom license plate on the floor of the garage. Ir read "QB 23", Chad's position and jersey number on the school team.
Chad had felt defeated after being flattened and forced to give head. He hadn't made a fuss when the gang leader had decided to use his body as upholstery for his car. But these jerks not only stole his body, and his heterosexuality, but they stole his car too.
The boss noticed the sudden consternation on Chad's face, and misinterpreted it.
"Heh, just set in that you're going to really upholster my car, cocksucker?" He asked.
"Boss, the cabeza in back seat or front? Passenger or driver?" asked one of the grease monkeys.
He strolled over toward the Mustang, and licked his lips. "Be tight with steering wheel, how about you put him in the middle with a giraffe neck. That way he can service both driver and passenger. If you can put in a pneumatic lift with swivel, maybe he could service whoever is in backseat too?"
"I'll see what I can do. Your boys brought in that Beamer just before you got here. We're prepping it, but they said it was special order, and I don't have that info yet."
"Marco!" Boss shouted.