Chad was lamenting his situation. He didn't know what else to do, so he started to pray. He was repeating the Lord's prayer for the twenty-sixth time, "...deliver us..." when he fell into the daylight. Chad was stunned when he hit the hard concrete. He stared up.
Rick was hanging from his ankles, and his change, keys, wallet, and two plastic pouched condoms fell out and on to the pavement. Rick clenched his cell phone in one hand, as he watched the contents of his pockets spill out. He looked angry, frightened and helpless.
The sun silhouetted the big guy holding Rick. There were at least two other guys with him, Chad could see three pairs of legs on the ground, but between the sun and Rick's flailing body, Chad couldn't tell who grabbed Rick. He wasn't sure if they would save him or just delay Rick's plan. Still he paused to thank god, maybe he really would be delivered from this evil fate.
Alec might have said a prayer or two in panic, but then revenge occupied his attention. He would make Chad and Rick pay for this. Sure Chad was a condom now, but if Alec was going to be doing Chad's job servicing the football team, well, Chad was to blame for that somehow. He was visualizing Chad and Rick stripped naked and strapped spread-eagle between stakes on the sand pit by the long jump, as ants swarmed over their honey covered naked bodies. Then in the midst of his revelry, Alec was unceremoniously dumped on the pavement. He glared up angrily, and smiled, or at least that's what he thought he was doing, but he was an unremarkable blue condom, so he did none of those things. He was elated, his revenge had begun. A hand picked up Chad off the pavement. Yes, thought Alec, put Chad on and fuck the living daylights out of Rick. Then another hand closed around him. NO! NO? Alec was uncertain if this was rescue or a fate worse than the football team.