Chad felt like his brain and insides exploded. He was stiff and cold, and he had trouble thinking or focusing.
"Dumb jock. So predictable..." A voice seemed to mutter, but everything was fuzzy. Too hard to think.
Tap, tap. An index finger pounded on Chad's forehead. A hollow echo followed.
"Nobody's home," said a snickering voice. Chad drifted off.
Chad's next memory was of looking down at the field house's dirt floor. He was looking down at the backside of a young guy in blue jeans and sneakers. He was slung across the guy's shoulder, but he was still stiff and straight. He felt only one hand gripping his body, and it was wrapped around his now permanently hard cock. It was a good strong grip. Chad wasn't afraid of being dropped.
He started to notice the guy's butt in the tight jeans. It was a nice butt. Not that he usually noticed guys' busts, but from his current position, there wasn't much to focus on. Chad's brain was working slowly, but it was working. It was flattened inside his now hollow skull, which was probably the reason it was so slow.
"Hey, Oliver, help me load this into my pickup, " the voice said as he carried Chad out a side door from the field house.
"Whoa! He's gotta shiny butt," said Oliver slapping Chad's bare right butt cheek. It echoed a hollow sound. Oliver gasped, "Ew, you're carrying him by his dick? Gross!"
"Natural handle," Rico said as he lowered Chad to the grassy ground next to the black pickup truck.
"Yeah, I guess? But if that's your art project, you'll have to cut it off or sand it down."
Rico shrugged. "I'm not done with it yet."
It? Not, it. I Chad. Wait sand what down? Chad's thought process lurched awkwardly forward.
The tailgate went down.
"Okay, Oliver, lift the feet up," Rico said as he hefted Chad by the shoulders.
Once Chad was standing on the truck bed, Rico pivoted him around and grabbed his cock.
"I still don't know how you got Chad to pose for that statue naked?" Oliver asked.
"You might say I strung Chad along," snickered Rico.
"Hey, why's that cord tied around its cock?"
"I like it that way for now," Rico replied, "now help me with the tarp and ropes."
In a few minutes, a stinky, dirty tarp that had previous been used to all manure, grass clippings, and dead leaves was draped over Chad and roughly tied. Chad didn't hear anything more that heavy metal after the truck started.