Coach Whitcomb after a couple weeks of exclusive use took Jeff out of his office, and shared the freshly cleaned fleshlight with the wrestling team. Then the baseball team got a shot, and carried on to the state championships after the school year ended. Come summer, well, football practice started at the end of July. Jeff was an excellent team bonding tool in the coach's opinion. Jeff knew that after the Homecoming Game it would be almost exactly a year, and he would soon be free.
After the latest win, the team celebrated, and left Jeff half filled with drying goo in somebody's locker. It was quiet. Then he heard a distant beeping sound. The beeping sound got closer, and closer. Suddenly, the locker opened.
"Aha!" said a middle aged Indian man in a jumpsuit. He was holding a wand with a red LED on the tip. It flashed faster and beeped faster as it came and touched Jeff.
The man's gloved hand grabbed Jeff. He smiled broadly, and looked a bit distastefully at the state of the mess Jeff had been left in. Then he pulled out a large baggie, and put the fleshlight in it. Before zipping the bag shut and sticking it into one of the jumpsuit's oversized pockets, the man whispered to Jeff.
"Oh, you'll make the best sex slave yet. You thought you were randomly changed into a Fleshlight? No, no, no. Whenever a young man selects Random, they get changed into the fleshlight of the nearest horniest male that the Chronivac can find. Though I have to admit this is the first time a whole team used one. Up until now, the most was 15 boys in a fraternity. The year thing isn't random either. I found through trial and error that fleshlights retain too much humanity with less than six months, and over a year, well, they tend to lose any personality, so a year is just right. Oh, who am I? Who do you think wrote the Chronivac Program? Who do you think owns you now? Ha, ha, ha," he chortled.