Bobby found Chaco behind the 7-11 next to the dumpster smoking a joint just like he expected. Unexpectedly, Chaco was alone. Bobby assumed that the rest of the gang was off collecting protection money for their boss from some of the local merchants. It was an unusually hot afternoon, and Chaco had taken off his black leather jacket and set it at black booted his feet. The punk was wearing tight blue jeans, and a stained white tank top.
Chaco put out the joint by snuffing the hot tip out in his bare palm, and smiled up at Bobby. The white stud was an underclassman standing 5 foot 6 inches, but the Latin senior still had a commanding presence for a guy only 5 foot two.
"So what can I do you for, Gingito," Chaco said licking his lips and looking lustily at Bobby. A shiver went through Bobby in spite of the heat. He'd heard Chaco was always horny, and didn't care what he fucked--male or female--as long as it screamed. His tight jeans revealed a half swollen 10 inch monster. Ryan squirmed tightening on Bobby's right foot. A mental image of the little Latin tough guy forcing Ryan to his knees with a switchblade to pay off a drug debt with a blow job, and something more. Bobby felt a pain in his ass, as Ryan's memory became his too. A new respect for the true power that the bully commanded echoed through Bobby's being. His penis swelled with anticipation, he would reduce the little Latin stud to a shoe for Vinnie, and then...
"Hey, punk, get down on your knees when you're in front of me!" commanded the little thug. He reached up with his hand grabbing Bobby's collar and pulling him off balance.
"Well, Booby, like what you see?" Chaco said grinding his crotch against Bobby's face.
"Yeah, I need to get Vinnie Cost some shoes just like mine. I thought maybe you could help me out by becoming his new right shoe?" said Bobby expectantly. Nothing happened. Chaco played with the medals hanging from his gold chains, and shook his head.
"That crazy brujo bitch sent you? I've shown him more than once his magic can't work on me," he held out his medals shining in the sunlight, "I got protection."
"Now, if we're wishing for things, I could use a new," he placed his hand on Bobby's shoulder. Bobby felt a strange impermanence, and emptiness forming inside him. Bobby wanted to stand up, to run, but he was immobile. Erick the jockstrap tighened around Bobby's cock and balls and thought, now it's your turn, bud.
Chaco continued speaking thoughtfully, "I could use a new..."