Coach McGurk glared at the gang banger Ramon, who sat straddling the
locker room bench. He was wearing his school approved gym shorts with
oversized boxers beneath and sticking out above the waistband and
below the leg holes.
"Okay, Ramon, you got two choices: wear a jockstrap or get an absent?
You can't afford any more absents, can you? I got a note here to call
your parole officer if you get one more absent and a note that three
more will make you truant and in violation of your probation. So put
on the jockstrap!"
"Hey, homes, let's not and say we did," Ramon said with a grin.
"I need to see a jockstrap wrapped around that tiny wiener of yours,
Ramone!"
"Eees Ramon, homes, and if you wanna see. Look!" Ramon stood and let
his shorts and boxers drop to his ankles. He thrust his hips forward
to display his dark uncut cock with kinky black thatch of pubic hair.
"Where's your jock?"
"I don't own one," snapped Ramon.
"Well, if you want to play on my basketball courts, you're going to
wear one. And just like the courts you're more familiar with, Ramone,
if you can't afford one. One will be provided for you," the coach said
hurling a wadded up jockstrap that he'd grabbed from Lost and Found.
Ryan spun in the air, and hit Ramon in the chest. Ramon grabbed the
jockstrap and glared.
"Hey, this is used! I ain't wearing somebody else's jockstrap!"
"Well, we've got a minute left before I mark you absent. It's either
that jockstrap or the one you say you don't have, or it's absent and
we call Mr. Hannigan, your probation officer."
Ramon bit his lip, but he pulled Ryan on. Then he snapped the
waistband.
"Satisfied?" growled Ramon as he pulled up his boxers and gym shorts.
The coach nodded, "Now get out the courts, Ramon."
Ramon grinned as he ran out of the locker room. He liked yanking the
man's chain.
He had a thrilling game of basketball during his gym class. He
discovered he had moves he didn't know he had.
"Oh, yeah, three pointer!" he yelled jabbing the air. That's when he
realized he was like a pony being ridden by Ryan Standish. His mind
invaded Ryan's and he smiled. The cold pleasure that Ramon's mind
embraced terrified Ryan. Ramon was an open book and proud of it.
After all there was nothing that jockstrap boy could do, but hang
there and be owned and admire his owner's wicked plan.
After his workout, Ramon headed straight to Ryan's locker. He knew
the combo and even the quirks of the padlock. It needed to be shaken
slightly as the last turn of the dial didn't line up quite with the
numbers it was midway between the 5 and 4 that it opened. He emptied
Ryan's wallet. Then he changed into Ryan's boxers and jeans. Yeah,
they were too big for Ramon, but that was they way he liked his
clothes anyway. He strung his chain belt through the belt loops of
Ryan's jeans. Then he put Ryan's oversize long sleeve Polo shirt on.
He rolled up the sleeves and admired the way his jockstrap waistband
peeked over the boxer waistband and how his jeans hung just above his
crotch. He chuckled, and locked the locker.
It was afternoon "snack" period, and Ramon grabbed an extra pudding.
He spotted Stacy at her usual bench, and headed over toward her.
"Hey, Stacy, great discussion in Lassiter's class. You deserve an
extra pudding," Ramon said putting the extra pudding down on the bench
next to her. He grinned and kept walking.
"Uh, thanks, Ramon," Stacy said in surprise.
Ramon sauntered slowly away. He had Ryan's memories. He knew what
buttons to push. Stacy liked pudding. Stacy liked looking at men's
asses. Stacy was going to need a prom date.
Hey, I'm Stacy's prom date! thought Ryan angrily.
No, jock boy, you're Stacy's prom date's underwear, thought Ramon back
at him.
Ramon penciled a romantic note to Stacy and stuck it through the slot
in her locker. When Ryan stood her up tonight, she'd call him. He
grinned, and adjusted himself.
"Nice threads, boss," said Julio, as he checked out Ramon in Ryan's
clothes.
"Thanks. I got me a whole closet full like this to collect after
school."
Ryan's mind reeled. Ramon was planning to take his gang to Ryan's
house and loot his bedroom. Ramon knew the alarm code, and knew that
Ryan's folks were gone for the weekend. Ramon hadn't decided whether
or not to have a house party at Ryan's or not, he'd decide after he
scoped it out in person.
When school let out Ramon sent Poquito, one of his underlings, to
follow, watch and report on Vinnie Cost's activities. Then he headed
for the ATM with Ryan's card in hand. He withdrew the maximum $200
that Ryan could withdraw, and headed toward Ryan's parked car with his
gang in tow.