Tony lay on his towel sweating for about five minutes until the other guys in there left, then he whipped out his phone, and used his fingerprint to unlock it. Chad could see his image on the screen. It was from last year's match. Tony had edited to Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Relax. As the video began, Tony pulled the towel out from under him. Chad was soaked, so he was perfect what Tony had planned.
Chad was balking. And terribly confused. Tyler had said everyone had forgotten Chad, but obviously Tony hadn't. It was both flattering and disturbing to discover that he was the subject of Tony's video. He knew what was coming, as Tony wrapped Chad around his hardening cock. Did Tony know that his towel was really Chad, or was it some weird fate that brought Chad here.
The rhythmic music was in time with Tony's every stroke, up, down, tug, up, down, tug, tug. It seemed to go on forever, and then as the tune climaxed, the video showed Chad's boner with a wet spot, Chad had forgotten that part, and boom, Tony came. Cum soaked Chad.