Jeff was a gooey mess. He prayed that Richie would take him home and wash him, but gleam in his eye and wicked smile on Richie's face suggested otherwise.
Richie carried the dirty cum rag over to a desk in the corner of the locker room. He had seen a maintenance man put something in the desk earlier that he could use. Richie carefully spread Jeff out flat on the desktop. He opened the top drawer and extracted the stencils he had seen the maintenance man using before practice to mark the new locker room waste cans. He lined the stencils up on the hand towel, then he took the indelible black spray paint can out of the bottom drawer of the desk. He shook the can, and sprayed the towel through the stencil.
Jeff felt the cold heavy paint blast into his body as Richie sprayed. He had no idea what the cardboard stencils spelled until the liquid permeated the letters into his very being. His mind screamed at him.
"PROPERTY of the
MENS LOCKER ROOM
WILBY DANIELS PARK".
Carefully, Richie removed the stencils, and inspected his work. His buddy had been leaning over his shoulder watching.
"Great idea, Richie. Lemme see if this makes it better," he said. He pulled the top drawer open and rummaged around through the stencil letters until he found what he was looking for.
On the walls of the park locker room were black boxes with reverse stencil letters showing through that read "NO SMOKING". He found the stencil tray for the black box, and positioned the loose letters in it. Then he put the box stencil on the bottom of the towel, covered the rest of the towel with cardboard, and started spraying heavily.
"CUM AGAIN AND AGAIN"
"OFFICIAL CUM RAG"