As Tyler walked by the wet towel bin, he tossed Chad.
He snickered, and whispered, "Bye, Chad, from now on you're just another towel. Even if won't be able to identify you, so get used to your new life wiping down naked guys."
Chad couldn't believe it.
A bell rang, and sooner the swim team was toweling dry and adding their wet towels on top him. He was buried alive.
Hours passed. Then he was loaded on a truck and taken to industrial laundry owned by the linen company that provided clean towels to schools in town. He had never thought about it before now, as Chad and the other towels from his school were emptied out of the bin into a giant washing machine. Soap and hot water enveloped them, then awful churning began. After the first rinse, water and bleach were added. The bleach stung. Then someone loaded the spun dry towels in a huge dryer. It was so hot, Chad was sure he would die. Then he ended up being folded and loaded into another bin filled with clean folded towels. They were all identical. Chad wondered if any used to be human too? He tried calling out, he was silent, and the towels were silent.
The next morning, the bin was delivered to yellow and green locker room. Chad initially wondered if it might be the girls locker room. Toweling down naked girls might be fun. But when the bell rang young men started streaming in, and Chad realized he had been delivered to a different school. His school colors were blue and silver, they were the stallions. Green and yellow were the color of the dragons. He wondered if the guy in their cage knew what Type had done. Probably not, he concluded.
He was handed to a stocky naked guy. He seemed familiar to Chad. As he headed toward the sauna, Chad recognized that the guy had wrestled for the dragons last year against Chad. It was the only time he lost a match. Tony Dante had buried his hardening crotch in Chad's face and wouldn't let him up. Chad figured the guy was trying to conceal his boner, and Chad's face was as convenient a place as any. The grinding boner smelled really musky, but it was each of their 3rd matches of the day, so both guys were sweaty. When they separated, Chad had tried to glare at Tony, but he couldn't look him in the eye because now he was the one sporting wood. Chad lost the second round due to his distraction. Damn, why did he think Tony was hot. He hadn't felt this way about a guy before. It was why he dropped out of wrestling. Now Tony's bare assume was sitting on him in the sauna.