Bagged Chad was bored and confused. He barely knew Coach Cost. Sal Cost had come to his high school only that fall after Coach Davis went on medical leave due to Covid-19. Cost coached gymnastics, diving, and oversaw Freshmen, so Chad had almost know contact. He couldn't think of a motive, let alone fathom the method by which Cost had transformed Chad into boots.
Suddenly, the car stopped. The drivers door open and closed. Chad sat alone in the darkness. He felt so helpless, he couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.
Both car doors opened. Someone moved Chad's bag. The car rocked as two people got in. The doors closed. The engine started and the car lurched forward. Cost and his passenger were on the move.
A young arrogant male voice said, "Okay, Cost, I'm ready to stand by my deal, but you said Chad was in the car, and I don't see him."
Cost replied, "He's in the bag, Ryan."
"Yeah, well when do I get him?"
"He's in the bag, Ryan. He's literally in the bag," Cost said picking up the bag, and shoving it into Ryan's lap.
"Yo, Cost, you booted Chad without me? I wanted to see him change!" Whined Ryan.
"Oh, come on. Don't you think the police would be able to trace him to you and me, if I kidnapped him, and brought him to you before changing him?"
"Maybe? But they'd never guess he was booted, and I was wearing him."
"Ever hear of a person being convicted with circumstantial evidence? You know like last seen with, body disappeared, and guy has motive and opportunity."
"Sigh. I suppose. Do you at least have video of him changing?"
"Ryan, no of course not. You understand the only reason that I'm doing this is to buy your silence about Vinnie. I don't want anyone to know that the Costs are magical. "
"Can I at least hear him while I wear him?"
"You're not part Romana are you?"
"I don't think so?"
"Well, there is a way for a non gypsy to hear the transformed. But you'll have to jack off into the boots, while drinkin- what are you doing?"
Chad had started screaming as loud as he could. Ryan was oblivious, Sal Cost could hear him.
Ryan had whipped out his half hard cock and started shoving it in and out of one of the boots. It quickly was rock hard.
"You do that after drinking a potion that I have yet to make!"
Ryan kept fucking the boot. Chad kept pleading, ranting and cursing and gagging as Ryan raped his transformed mouth.
"I know, but I like to practice to perfect my moves before I the final play."
Cost sighed, and muttered, "if only Vinnie hadn't rendered you permanently human, you'd be the boots in the bag."
"What did you say?" Ryan asked.
"Huh, oh sorry. Just that pickup cut me off, just muttering a curse at him."
"Wicked," said Ryan.
"You should know," muttered Cost, as he shook his head.
Ryan didn't notice, his eyes were closed and he was moaning loudly as he blew the first of many loads into his former rival quarterback, now Ryan's new boots.