Chad sneered, shook his head, and looked around. He didn't see a hidden camera, but then if there was one, by defintion he shouldn't see it. He reread Spike's profile. No way was he putting on a dog collar. He'd never live it down. He reached down and pulled off the string. There seemed to be a whooshing noise, and then...
The naked athlete sat in the sauna holding the loose string in one hand, and staring blankly ahead. Drool formed on his lip. All he could hear was the beating of his own heart and his own shallow breathing. A drop of spittle fell from his lip and landed splat on his limp penis. He blinked, and looked down at his lap. He stared at his growing cock, reached down and grabbed it. It grew bigger and stiffer after his hand clenched it. With a start he withdrew his hand. He looked around the small wood paneled room. His eyes fell on the manilla envelopes, and loose pages with a photo of a dog. Then he noticed the dog collar on the floor next to his foot where he had tossed it. He reached down dropping the string, picked up the collar with shiny metal tag hanging from it, he turned it over in his hands. His eyes drifted to his deflating cock. He dropped the collar, and poked his deflating cock.
Chad's mind was blank. He couldn't remember anything. A droplet of water fell from the ceiling. He looked up, and stood up. The room moved. He reached up and touched the hot ceiling. His hand dropped to his head, and started to scratch. He felt something silky, and pulled his hand away. Pain! He saw yellow strands trapped in his fingers. He backed into the wall, and it moved. He spent the next minute or two opening and closing the sauna door. Cold air blasting in each time the door creaked open.
Chad pushed the door open, and tentatively stepped out of the sauna, and into the hallway.