Chad obeyed. He sucked on Tony's cock, as tears streamed down his cheeks. Tony didn't care if they were tears of joy or sorrow. Having former jock boy Chad on his knees sobbing as he serviced Tony made Tony even hornier. He managed to blow two more loads into "Crybaby Chad", as Tony had begun to think of his latest toy.
Tony had stripped naked except for his whistle around his neck. He had stacked his clothing on a nearby inverted milk crate that he had left there in antipation of using the reanimated Chad. It was going much better than anticipated, he had expected Chad to try to resist his orders
Tony pulled his hard slimy cock out of Chad's mouth while firmly gripping the hair on the top of Chad's head. He then rubbed the side of his slimy cock against each of Chad's wet cheeks. Tony's cock swung back and forth dickslapping each of Chad's cheeks before he pushed down on Chad's head, and wiped his cock dry using Chad's hair. Tony grinned broadly. He took a mental photo of Chad's startled face with his mouth gaping open, and his eyes popping. Then he shoved Chad away.
Chad crawled away from Tony, as he turned away, there was an ominous rumbling in Chad's bowels. Tony found himself staring at Chad's ass, just as Chad farted loudly. Then a column of white goo blasted Tony in the chest with the force of a firehose. Tony's backside slammed into the sheet metal fieldhouse wall. Chad waggled his spewing ass plastering Tony to the fieldhouse wall a foot off the ground. As gallon, after gallon pounded Tony into the wall, Chad's swollen body began to collapse. Chad's body glistened with sweat as it shrank into his former muscled 19 year old body. The stream of white liquid decreased in intensity. The tail end of the stream tapered off landing below Tony's feet then forming a white shiny trail in the dirt to Chad. Chad collapsed in the dirt and passed out.
When Chad came to, he forced himself up on to his arms, and sat in the dirt. The front of his body was coated with drying muddy clay from his body sweat drenching the fieldhouse dirt. He looked around, and moved his tongue around his mouth. Then he sloshed saliva back and forth between his cheeks before spitting a hefty loogie on to the dirt floor. He wiped his mouth with forearm and turned to examine the 8 foot splatter of white on the fieldhouse wall. It reminded Chad of a giant easy over egg with the yoke shaped like a naked man wearing a coach's whistle. Chad walked over to Tony, reached up and dug the whistle out of the thick goo coating Tony's chest breaking the cord.
Chad said, "I need a shower, Tone. Guess, I can wear your coach's uniform, and what coach's outfit isn't complete without a whistle." Chad smirked nervously. He half expected to turn back into the blue rubber sex doll that had been his existence for the last five years. He looked up and down his dirty body. It looked mostly the way he remembered it, except he now had a little beer belly.
Tony made a muffled unintelligible sound from beneath the white rubbery coating that had painted him to the wall.
"Huh?" Chad said, "you're still alive? You can breathe underneath that?"
Tony's unintelligible sounds increased. Chad looked up at his rubber coated lips. He reached up and ran his fingernail across the thin line between his lips ripping a hole in the rubbery material covering Tony's mouth.
Immediately, Tony's voice emanated from the white bas relief statue, "Cum bucket, get me down from here this instant!"
Chad looked down and shook his head.
"Look at me you slug, get me down now Chad. You should be grateful that I didn't leave you a sex toy forever, and that you aren't a fat tub of lard now that you're human again. You owe me! Now get me down from here!" Tony commanded.
Chad looked up, he asked, "Tony, you can see and hear me even through all that goo? You can breathe too? Can you move?"
"Cum bag, of course, I can see and hear and breathe, though it looks like I'm looking at you through white milk glass. And no I can't move, if I could move, I wouldn't need you to dig me out would I?" Tony whined, "now get me off this wall!"
"Um, grateful? You turned me into a sex toy for strange men to use and left me in that awful place for five long years. How could you do that? Did you forget about me?" Chad asked seething with anger.
"Well, I finally did remember where I left you, and changed you back," Tony answered sheepishly. Then with renewed aggression and domination in his voice Tony ordered, "Get me down from here now, or I'll turn you back into a sex toy, and after this year's Varsity, JV and Freshman teams have their turns, I'll return you to that gay club, and leave you there forever, cumbag!"
"No, Tone," Chad said shaking his head, "I don't think so. I think there's a better chance that you'd do that to me if I took you down right away. Oh, maybe not turn me into a sex doll right away, but I suspect you planned to have me service your student players 'cause that's how you get your rocks off." Chad frowned, and raised his hand to his chin, and said, "I really do need a shower. I'll decide about you after I get cleaned up. But first." Chad turned his back and reached for his ankles. He forced a final torrent of white rubbery liquid out of his body. The white plume coated Tony's immobilized body. This time his mouth was wide open and his tongue was frozen in a white shell in mid waggle. The damage to his chest where Chad had removed the whistle was neatly smoothed over.
Tony made a fainter muffled sound. It seemed to emanate from his chest instead of his mouth, now that his tongue and inside of his mouth were coated too. Chad cringed a bit as he looked over his shoulder.
He looked down, and was pleased to see that bulge in his waistline was gone, and his defined abs were back. He could see his manhood, it was getting hard. He didn't want Tony to see. So he shouted over his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Tony, I won't forget about you, and leave you there for five years," Chad promised. Once school started the fieldhouse would be in use by the Track Team, and on inclement weather days by regular phys ed classes. If he left Tony there, there would be questions.
Chad picked up Tony's clothing, found the building keys. Tony's shoes were too small. Then he noticed the milk crate. It had the image of a missing boy covered under dust and cobwebs. It was Chad's photo. He was missing milk carton boy. What would he tell his parents, his friends? No one would believe it. Maybe if he showed them Tony plastered to the wall, but that would mean telling them that he was a sex doll for five years- basically a big rubber cum bag for masturbaters. He pulled on the shorts, and carried the rest of Tony's stuff, as he left the field house, and headed for the showers in the athletic building. Maybe he could find some better fitting gear there?