"Hey, Ricky, just the dweeb I was looking for," said the hulking mass that had stepped in front of Rick, who was going to fast to stop. His face slammed into Victor's sweaty t-shirt clad chest.
Victor was 6'8" built like a Mack truck. He'd been cut from the team before the season even began because he was ruled ineligible due to having played for another school the preceding year. Rick had run into him at a party the night before, and that hadn't gone well. Victor had been alone with a girl in a room, when Rick stumbled in looking for the toilet.
"Victor? Uh, hi. Love to chat, but I'm in a hurry," Rick said trying to step around the hulk. A meaty fist clenching each shoulder changed his mind.
"Right. You got a delivery to make, right? Chad the condom," Victor said knowingly, "You know that's the only reason I transferred to this school. I really wanted to fuck your quarterback."
"Yeah, right, but the protocol is-"
"Right, but if I hadn't been cut from the team due to that technicality, I'd be first in line to take golden boy for a joy ride, right?"
"Yeah, uh, sure, here he is, but I need him back to give to-" Rick said pulling Alec the magic condom out of his front pocket.
"Uh-uh, not that easy," Victor said taking the pouch with the blue rubber disc in it. He draped his massive arm across Rick's shoulders and steered him back toward the athletic building. He explained, "See, Ricky, you interfered with my scoring last night. So you owe me, gotta even the score so to speak. Besides you got full sensuous lips, and bubble butt, right?"
"Wuh-w-w-ait, Victor, I -" Rick stammered as he stared at Victor's massive bulge.
"Oh, now don't lie and say you don't swing that way, I heard all about you and Bruno," Victor said.
"Bruno? He's a total bottom. I can get him. He'd love to-"
"Shut it, Ricky."
Ricky was silent. At least he was conscious, he'd crossed Victor once before, and when that giant said "Shut it", he meant it. He'd use his fist to knockout anyone who kept talking.
Victor steered Ricky to the far corner of the locker room, and ordered, "Strip, Ricky."
"Oh, sure, but my locker's over there," Rick said pointing.
"Nah. Put your stuff in my locker. It will be safe." He pointed to the open locker on the end.
Rick stared at the wall in front of him, and glanced back at Victor, who was effectively also a wall blocking the only exit. Rick shrugged, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his shirt.