That night, Rico delivered Chad to Barnard's Field where all his classmates were meeting for a kegger. The old barn and cornfield pretty much obscured the party from the highway. The sound system was just setting up, when Rico tapped Chad.
The hiss of CO2 was a sigh of relief. He had his cock back. Rico pumped his balls and then filled his first red Solo cup of Chad Beer.
"Heh, Chad Beer?" Rick asked as he sauntered up. He had rigged up power cables from his dad's portable generator to power the sound system. He looked dubious, and asked, "Any good?"
"Try for yourself," Rico said handing Rick a plastic cup.
Chad's mind was numb after a couple hours of guys handling his junk. Oh, there were plenty of girls at the party, but when one came up to the keg, some guy would offer to operate the keg for her. He kept telling himself he wasn't gay. However, some guys gave better hand jobs than others. The way Bruno pumped him slowly and methodically, and then enclosed the tap firmly in his hand, it gave Chad chills.
It was nearly midnight, when Chad was tapped out. Another keg was tapped - with Chad's tap no less. They wheeled his empty carcass over to Rico's truck, and Rico fastened a funnel to the top of Chad's coupler, and started to piss. Other guys joined him in the pickup truck pissing to fill the keg.
"Can't return it empty, don't you know?" Rico chortled.
Rick appeared carrying a five gallon bucket. Chad realized in horror that it contained more piss. Other buckets appeared and were poured into him.
Around 1 am, Rico lay down in the pickup bed on his sleeping bag next to the now piss filled keg with Stacy. She was still nursing a cup of Chad Beer that Rico had saved for her. She was pretty drunk and a bit upset.
"I can't believe that Chad didn't show up tonight, I thought..." her voice trailed off. She drank some more beer, this was her fifth or maybe sixth.
Rico was consoling her, and soon was banging her. All Chad could do was sit there full of piss without his dick, and watch the little creep bang a girl he should have banged. Rico fell asleep. Eventually, Stacy got up and left.
About 5am, the sky got lighter, and Rico woke up.
"Hey, dickless, you think you were the only one who had a date with their secret admirer yesterday?" Rico laughed, and patted the side of the full keg. Then he noticed the tap was missing, and muttered, "Damn, I better find that, or you won't be able to change back, and they're expecting you at school Monday. But before you change back, you're going to a party at Hanover High. Heh, heh."
Oh, fuck no! thought Chad. Hanover was his high school's chief rivals. The thought of them drinking piss was sort of funny, but he figured they were involved in his transformation at the mention of their school. After all, Hanover's mascot was a Wizard. Hanover Wizards? What kind of name is that for a mascot? Should've been horses or hot rods or something. Chad vaguely remembered they had once been called the Hotentots, but that was racially offensive. He didn't recall hearing of any Indian chiefs named Hotentot, but that was probably it.
Cbad felt a hand on his disembodied dick, as Rico separated it from the other keg.
Rico drove home, and went to bed leaving the keg in the back of his truck.