The luggage shifted as soon as the bus pulled away. Chad shriek as he ended up at the bottom of the shifting luggage went unheard. He had been rolled into a cylindrical bedroll, but he was flattened by the heavy gear that now crushed him. He couldn't imagine how this could get worse. Turned into a sleeping bag for a week for a couple of fucking homos who will fucking be inside of him. Did Steve know? If not who did this to him? He didn't tick anyone off enough to deserve this.
The bus finally stopped.
"Inspection time, all personal property is to be properly labeled," boomed Coach Sinclair. There was a lot grumbling. Chad lay on the ground with what he assumed was a backpack leaning against him. At least he wasn't buried.
"No label, so it's now property of the athletic department!" Sinclair bellowed.
"Hey, that's my new sleeping bag!" Rick protested.
"Not anymore. The Senior Camp Contract clearly stated that all gear must be clearly marked with owner's name or it will be confiscated as property of the athletic department," Sinclair stated. Then, he shoved the sleeping bag into towel boy Marcus' chest causing him to stumble. He said to Marcus without looking at him, "Make sure this bag is thoroughly marked and inventoried."
"Yes, sir!" Marcus beamed clutching the new sleeping bag to his torso.
Chad was at first relieved that he'd escaped Rick's plans for him. But Rick had indicated that he'd change Chad back. But if Chad was athletic department property would Rick change him back? And why was Marcus hiding his massive boner inside the sleeping bag pressed against his body? Did he know that Chad was the sleeping bag? Or was it because it had been Rick's? Was Marcus a homo crushing on Rick?
Chad's thoughts ended abruptly, as Marcus unfurled the sleeping bag on a workbench. Marcus positioned a stencil on the upper quarter of the sleeping bag, then rolled a paint roller across the stencil. The indelible ink permeated Chad's fabric body and his very being.
It was property of the Athletic Department.
Marcus typed into a computer, and a three D printer whirred. He lay the newly created stencil with QR Code and Inventory Number beneath the words "Athletic Department". Then he rolled the roller of indelible ink across it.
Chad's identity was now reduced to a number. Chad shivered as his new reality as a thing literally soaked into him, along with the ink.