Chad was shocked. Apparently, there were hidden cameras in the locker room and shower room photographing Chad stripping and showering. And Tony was using it as jerk off material on his phone, complete with a soundtrack by Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Suddenly, Chad felt a perverse hope. One of his girlfriends had liked to act out Disney films with x-rated twists. She explained that Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, and even the enchanted Frog Princess required "True Love's Kiss" to break the spell. And "True Love's Kiss" wasn't about the lips, it was just carnal sex, dick in vagina stuff. So maybe it would work without the vagina, Chad hoped.
Tony was having the weirdest jerk off day dream. It was like the towel was really Chad transformed. The towel boy at Chad's school had cursed him to be used by any guy in the school. Damn, this was hot. He had no idea how this idea came into his head. He was imagining Chad's horror at discovering Tony had gotten videos of Chad naked for his jerk off tape. He wondered if Chad had a jerk off tape of Tony, and was back in his school sauna jerking off into a towel, as he lusted after Master Tony's image.
The images of Chad naked a sauna watching videos of macho Tony naked and flaunting himself intruded into Chad's mind. He struggled with the unbidden thoughts. He hadn't realized that he and Tony had formed a mental connection while in prolonged close contact.
Tony was getting close to cumming. Oh, yeah. It was like Chad and Tony orgasmed together simultaneously. Chad had hoped to begin to change back into a man. Instead Chad absorbed one load. Tony rested, and imagined Chad pleading with him to try again to fuck him back into the human world. So he did. Three loads later in the sauna, and Tony was dehydrated and exhausted. He wiped his body off with Chad, and spent an inordinate amount of time jamming Chadtowel into his ass crack. Then he left the sauna dragging Chadtowel along the filthy floor. He tossed Chad into the dirty towel bin, and grabbed a clean towel.
Thoughts of Chad being a towel fled from Tony's mind. Chad lay confused, dirty, and used in the dirty towel bin soaked in Tony Dante's sweat and cum. It started to harden like glue on his terrycloth fibers. Apparently, the linen service only came every other day. He lay at the bottom of a pile of wet stinky towels for at least a day before being collected, washed and dried. He was folded in a stacks with hundreds of other towels. Chad was sure that he had communicated with Tony, but Tony hadn't believed it.
While Chad was lying in the bottom of the bin of used towels, Tony again visited the school showers after his workout. He wanted the same experience he had with his towel that he had had yesterday, He began touching the dry folded towels, but none of them produced that electric spark.
In the meantime, Ty was angry. He had assumed that the linen service kept all the towels separate for each school, but when the clean towels were delivered, he was unable to detect Chad in there. He asked the driver about whether they ever lost his school's towels or got them mixed up. He laughed.
"Dude, you honestly don't think we take your dirty laundry wash and return it. We service sixty schools. All get identical towels. We deliver clean ones to each school based on the number for which was paid, " the driver said, "Now sign the invoice for 800 clean towels."
Chad could be at any one of sixty schools. Ty was both furious, and elated. Chad would be in hell being used by naked strangers. A perverse thought occurred to Ty, and he asked, "Any prisons get your towels?"
"Nah, they have prison laundries," he laughed, "Oh, wait, we do deliver to juvenile hall."