Cory grabbed the deodorant stick in the kit. It was brand new, and had never been used. He doubted the jock that owned it ever used deodorant from the stench radiating from his workout gear, and uniform. He felt safe, as the five seconds counted down. He could hear their voices as the two new deodorants dropped into the kit.
"Dang, Mark, you left your locker open. Looks like someone dumped your stuff on the floor. Hope nothing got stolen," Charles said.
"Haha, who'd steal my stinky clothes. I lock it, when there's something valuable inside," Mark laughed. He looked at Cory's clothing, and kicked it away saying, "Not my stuff."
With that he changed out of his school clothes and into his dirty practice gear. He set his shoes on top of the kit, and locked the door.
Cory figured he had an hour or two to kill before Mark returned. He was relieved to hear that Mark wouldn't be locking his locker again. When they were gone, Cory would make his escape.
It was 3 hours before Mark and his teammates returned from Soccer Practice. He shoved his dirty gear into his locker, locke it again, and headed for the showers.
"Dang," said Charles, "I'm out of deodorant."
Mark had already opened his locker, and extracted the real deodorant stick from his kit, and was using it on his pits.
"Your lucky day, Charles," Mark said, "My mother told me she was going to put new deodorant in my kit, and she must've got a two-fer. Here's the unused one, Charles."
He reached down and grabbed Cory and handed him to Charles.
"Thanks, Mark."
Charles popped the lid off Cory, and removed the protective plastic. Then he turned the screw at the bottom and the deodorant pushed upward. Cory grimaced. Apparently, his nuts were the screw which Charles was twisting, and his face was the top of the deodorant stick being buried in Charles damp armpit. At least he appears to have used soap when he showered. Charles really slathered on the deodorant, and sniffed his pits.
"Mind if I keep this, Mark, I really like it," Charles said.
"Dude, I don't want used deodorant back! Of course, I meant for you to keep it, Charles!" laughed Mark.
"Thanks, Mark!" Charles said. Then instead of putting the cap back on Cory, Charles put is leg up on the bench, and proceeded to use the deodorant stick on the insides of his thighs. He winked at Mark, and said, "Gotta hot date tonight, and I wanna smell good."
Cory was disgusted. Why had he chosen the deodorant stick? He had just gotten up close and personal with Charles' nut sack and dick. How much worse could it get?
Carefully, Charles put the lid on his new deodorant stick, and wrapped it in a washcloth, and secured it in his kit along with his razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, talcum, and deodorant. Cory glimpsed the deodorant in the kit just before he was wrapped tightly in the washcloth. He panicked. Was it an oversight by Charles? Or maybe it was an empty deodorant container? Or maybe Charles knew Cory was the deodorant stick?
Charles finished dressing, secured his bag, and headed home whistling.
Andy caught up with Charles and asked, "So you want to go looking for Cory, now?"
"Nah," said Charles, "Wherever the little guy is hiding, he can just stew there wondering when I'll find him. Half the fun of Cory Hunting is his mental anguish wondering when I'll strike next."
"So you're going to let him go?"
"We'll see. We'll see," laughed Charles.
Cory's fears just increased.