Chad tried to wipe the black goo off his skin, but all he did was seem to move it around. He figured while he slept someone poured the rubbery goo on him. He figured his best hope was to shower it off. He paused as he walked by the a mirror. Whoever did this to him really did a number on him. He turned around looking over his shoulder. He even spread his butt cheeks and grimaced. They sure were thorough in coating all of his skin. He wondered how he could have slept through it. Maybe Rick's candy? Was he roofied? What time was it?
He glanced at the clock on the wall only 8:30 pm. He headed for the showers.
He cranked up the water to hot, but it still felt cold as it pounded his chest and shoulders. He stared down at his shiny black body. Steam was rising from his body. He ran his fingers with soap over his skin, the black ichor wasn't soft and sticky any longer. It was slick and smooth. It felt like Chad was wearing a wetsuit, except he wasn't. It was his skin that was rubberized. There were no seams. Chad started to panic. He scrubbed harder with more soap, but it was to no avail. Rick! It had to be Rick, another prank.
In the meantime, Rick looked at his watch. It wasn't even nine yet. Chad shouldn't be done rubberizing until 11 or 12 midnight. He decided to grab a pizza, and catch up on his Netflix.
Chad was furious, as he stormed out of the shower room. It was already after 9 PM. He noticed that a trail of black rubbery bare foot prints lead to the shower room from the sauna, but he looked behind him, and he was no longer leaving dark rubbery footprints in his wake. He grabbed a clean towel and headed to his locker. He toweled off. It was sort of like washing his car or surfboard, the way his skin now dried.
He opened his locker, and cursed. Rick had already been here, and cleaned everything out. What was the little b- up to this time? Chad wondered. He looked down at his body, and shrugged. It looked like he was wearing a wetsuit. A really shiny wet suit. Hm, cat suit maybe. An anatomically correct catsuit. Hm, black shorts? If he could find any. Lost and found had only gray and white shorts and underwear in the bin. Then he remembered Bruno. The swimmer always had at least two or three extra Speedos in his locker. And since Bruno had two blue, and two black Speedos, odds were good that there was at least one black Speedo in there. Now what was Bruno's locker combo? Bruno had told Chad once, while giving him a shoulder massage. Chad stood in front of Bruno's locker and closed his eyes. He remembered the exact moment. Bruno's hands on his shoulders, the combo was Chad's height in feet to the left, his height in inches to the right, and back to his penis length to the left. 6 ft, 2.5 inches, so 6 to the left, 25 to the right, and he paused, how the fuck did Bruno know Chad's erect penis length? Chad turned the dial to 9, and it clicked open. He hadn't asked Bruno how he had known his erect penis length, as he had been too flustered at the time.
There were three Speedos hanging from hooks in Bruno's locker. Chad picked the newest looking black one. It was odd how old Speedos tended to lose their sheen. He looked down as he put it on, and frowned. His cock looked like a bit of black rubber hose more than it did his cock. He tried to run his fingers through his hair, but it was a solid mass now. He was just one fucking big black rubber doll. What could Rick want with him like this anyway? He shuddered as a couple ideas came to mind. He decided he would head right over to Rick's and confront him, before things got worse.