All week, guys pissed on Chad. The pink urinal cake got smaller and smaller. Chad was oblivious. He was euphoric from his nearly constant orgasming. Only at night when the school was closed was he able to collect his thoughts and realize how hopeless his situation was. The first week came and went. The second week was nearly done. Only a small pink sliver of urinal cake remained trapped in its plastic cage.
It was during his study hall that Keith showed up at the urinal containing Chad. Chad had seen him at least once or twice for the past two weeks. Each time Keith pissed on him. Today wasn't any different. Or was it?
After he finished and zipped up, Keith stood there and put on rubber gloves. He lifted the urinal cake cage with Chad in it, and put it in a ziplock freezer bag, zipped it and put in his backpack. Before zipping up his backpack, Keith looked in and whispered, "Betcha thought i forgot about you, Chad." Then he zipped the bag shut, plunging Chad into darkness.