Rico woke up early that morning with major wood. Normally, he would have jacked off, but today was a big day. He didn't even have time to shower. He had left the note in Chad's locker last night. He had to get everything ready for today. He shoved his boner into his jeans, and buttoned them up. He winced as he walked, but this little discomfort was nothing compared to what he had in store for Chad. He grinned and pulled on a clean t-shirt. He could hear the shower running. His father was getting ready for bed. He was a night janitor for the school district. Rico opened his underwear drawer and reached in the back. He pulled out one of Chad's old jockstraps, and extracted the copy of the field house key Rico had made a week ago. He looked down at the jockstrap. He had stolen it over a year ago. It still had Chad's name written in black marker on it. Rico had added "PWNED" and in small dark red/brown print above it, "PROPERTY OF RICO SUAREZ", Rico's grin broadened, he had jacked off into that strap a hundred times, each time thinking of blowing his load in or on Chad. Sometimes it had been his face, sometimes his ass. It didn't really matter, today Chad would get a taste of the real thing.
Rico grabbed his backpack, ate a Poptart, and hopped on his bicycle.
"Hijo, what's the rush? You should eat-" his mother shouted.
"Big day, mama, gotta go!"
He headed straight for the field house. He had already stashed a few things there. There was an extra empty oil drum, and a case of Powerade.
He had tried not to stare and smirk when he saw Chad later that morning. He nearly blew his load when he overheard the excitement in Chad's voice when he spoke to Rick. He whispered to himself, "Chad, if you only knew who sent you that note? Secret admirer indee-"
"Rico, you talking to me?" asked a male voice, and there was suddenly a hand on Rico's shoulder.
He bit his lip, and turned and smiled. It was Bruno. That jock had the locker one down from Rico's.
"Uh, no, Br-bru-uno. I was just think-ing ou-ou-outloud," Rico stammered.
Bruno glanced over at Chad's retreating ass.
"You pranking Chad?" Bruno asked knowingly, "Whatcha got planned? I, mean, Chad's a douche, but-" Bruno said with a shrug, he let go of Rico's shoulder. "Heh, heh, well, here's my video camera. I wanna see whatever it is you do to douche-boy. I got swim practice, or I'd be there in person."
"You- but?"
"I got good hearing and I pay attention. Chad thinks he's got a hot date after school, and you are all so, "If Chad only knew." It's not rocket science," Bruno paused and looked hard at Rico's guilty expression, "You aren't planning to kill him, are you?"
"No!" blurted out Rico. Then softer, "No, no, I wouldn't."
"That's fine then. I gotta get to class. Let me know how your date with Chad goes."
At the start of lunch break, Rico handed Rick the sports drink and half a fifty dollar bill.
"What's in it?"
"It ain't going to kill him, Rick," Rico said, "Now you get the other half of the $50 after he drinks it."
"Hey, I can't guarantee he'll drink it," Rick protested.
"Fifty bucks says you can."
Then Bruno showed up wearing only his Speedo. Rico thought it was all going to go to hell, but Bruno didn't screw Rico over exactly. He invited Chad to go to the pool instead, and Chad said he had a date. Dutifully, Rico had been filming this with Bruno's camera. He had almost stopped recording when Bruno showed up. Rico sighed in relief and zoomed in on the wet boner imprinted on Chad's back.
Rico watched as Rick strode over and gave Chad the drink, and Chad drank it.
He recorded it in exquisite detail. Rick got up, gave Rick the thumbs up, and walked away. The bell rang. Rico lowered the camera, and Rick was there demanding his other half. Rico gave him the other half of the fifty. He wished he hadn't involved others. Rick and Bruno knew he was going to do something to Chad, so Rico had to figure out what to do with them before they became a real problem. After Chad went missing, Rick and Bruno might talk? Rick folded his money, and put it in his pocket, then he unscrewed the cap of his orange sports drink, and emptied it down his throat. Rico smiled. Rick thought the orange drink was safe. Rico had prepared both the blue and orange drinks with different solutions, but had opened the top on the blue one, so Rick wouldn't realize that Rico had used a syringe to taint each drink, and some super glue to cover the puncture. So that left only Bruno as a possible problem.
The day raced by. Chad was oblivious that Rico had been staring at him in his last class before he headed toward the Athletic Building for his final school activity. Rico had even followed him there, but continued on past the building and headed toward the field house. The side door of the Natatorium swung open, and Bruno appeared in his Speedo. He pointed at Rico, as Rico passed.
"I want pictures, remember!" Bruno shouted.
Rico just nodded.
In the field house, he used wooden planks to walk without leaving footprints, he picked up the planks behind him, and he prepared the tripod with the cameras. He had planned to record Chad himself, but Bruno's camera was better. He set up both, so he'd get a good angle, even if Chad didn't face the camera.
Chad showed up on time. He looked around, but didn't see anyone. Rico was concealed in the shadows behind some stored tackle dummies. The camera on the tripod was invisible thanks to the duct tape on the red LED light. Rico started both cameras as soon as he heard Chad turn the key in the lock.
Rico assumed Chad thought someone might be watching from the way he did his striptease. Then when tied the string around his cock, Rico uttered the word that activated the spell. Chad turned blue. He must've heard Rico because he turned to face the shadow clad secret admirer.
Rico stepped out of the shadows rolling the empty oil barrel toward Chad on its side. He just grinned, while Chad flayed helplessly making unintelligible muffled noises. Rico put on work gloves, and grabbed Chad. Rico was stronger than he looked. He hefted the helpless athlete up, and tipped blue Chad headfirst into the clean empty barrel. He put a bucket next to the barrel of Chad, and turned it upside down. Rico climbed on the bucket, and undid his fly. He sighed in relief as his rock hard cock sprang out.
"Ready for a little loving, blue boy?" Rico asked as he started rubbing his throbbing cock over the barrel.
Chad looked up from where he was scrunched at the bottom of the barrel with his cock sticking out forming a cross with Rico's cock, as Chad's splayed legs stuck out of the barrel exposing his ass to Rico above. Chad felt the hot white liquid splatter down on him. It hit his ass and thigh first, then the underside of his balls, chest and face. He could feel the glob of liquid oozing down his balls and along the shaft of his cock. He watched as the white droplet formed near his own erect cock tip, but Chad couldn't cum. He really fucking needed to cum. What the hell had this punk done to him? Why? He was angry, as soon as this wore off, he'd pound that Rico.
Satisfied, Rico shoved his still half hard cock back in his jeans. He disappeared from the barrel opening, only to reappear with a video camera.
"Bruno will want to see this," he said aiming the camera down the barrel at Chad. He noticed Chad's expression, "Nah, Bruno didn't plan this, I did. He almost screwed up my plans when he invited you to the pool. But I knew you'd think with your dick." Then he paused, and giggled. He asked, "Was it as good for you, as it was for me? Heh, heh, prolly not. But at least one of us did get lucky."
Again, he disappeared. Chad presumed, he put the camera back on a tripod or box or something.
This time when Rico reappeared, he was holding the lid for the oil drum. He forced Chad's feet into the barrel. As Chad's legs collapsed upon themselves they made an awful smooshing noise. There was new terror in Chad's eyes, as the lid sealed Chad in darkness. He heard a wrapping on the side of his cylindrical prison.
"Chad, just gel. It's all part of the process. First, you're a jock. Then you're blue. Then you gel, and then- well you'll find out. Mwahahaha!"
Rico must have policed the field house for Chad's stuff, and his own gear before he returned with a dolly, and wheeled the barrel containing the gelling Chad outside. He headed for the old Auto Shop. He had taken the last class there last year before the school district shut down the program due to lack of funds. No one would notice an extra oil barrel there.
Chad didn't know what was happening, he felt like pudding, or maybe ice cream- melting ice cream.