The fieldhouse lock clicked, and opened silently thanks to a fresh treatment with oil. The gloved hand closed, and locked the door. A quick glance around showed only Chad's gym bag near the tube. There was a moan. It seemed to come from the tube. The admirer's gloved hands rubbed together. Chad was making this too easy. Silently the figure walked toward the sunlit area. The moaning became a soft snoring. Chad was a sleep. The admirer looked up into the bottom of the tube, and saw Chad's slumped body was wedged in the tube with his spread legs and hands. His unguarded rosebud was visible between his spread butt cheeks. The label on his butt cheek was hard at work. The sedative from the gum was the least of the chemicals leeching from the label into Chad's body. It was amazing what modern science could do.
The black gloved hand reached up, and into the tube, and fingered Chad's bum. There was no worry that sleeping beauty would wake, even if a King Dong Dildo was shoved up his bum. He'd be dead to world for hours. Chad moaned softly in his sleep, as the gloved finger buried itself in Chad. Now to shift the dead weight quarterback. The finger crooked and pulled.