Brendan asked Brandon, "Should I give the houseboy a sedative?"
"Nah, after everything we put that former stud through, he will be dead to the world until tomorrow morning," Brandon answered.
"Bitchboi was a stud? Seriously? How do you know?"
"Checked his phone," Brandon said, "Believe it or not bitchboi used to be that studly QB Chad at the high school."
"How'd you get in his phone? I tried but couldn't figure out the password. "
"Fingerprint lock."
"Dang he must've lost 50 lbs?" Brendan said as Brandon showed him Chad's selfies on his phone.
"Special order," Brandon commented, "somebody paid a lot to customize Chad from beefy stud to twinky cunt."
"I guess?" Brendan said shaking his head as he drooled over the quarterback's naked selfies.
Alone in the processing room, Chad awoke with a start. He pulled the tube out of his ass. He licked his lips, and his stomach rumbled. He was starving. He was naked, and hungry. He needed clothing. He found his green suit in a cupboard, and dressed himself. His stomach rumbled louder. He cautiously opened the door. He didn't want to encounter Brendan or Brandon. Who sticks their arm up another guy's ass? He found himself in a break room with a refrigerator. He opened it, and selected a brown bag with a sandwich. It looked oddly unappetizing, as did all the other food: apples, yogurt, instant ramen, etc. He took a bite out of the sandwich, and spat it out. Everything seemed im edible. He was starving.
He slipped out a backdoor into an alley. He smelled something delicious. He followed his nose. It led him to a used comdom. He picked it up and stared at it. He was so hungry. It should have disgusted him, he knew, but he put the cum filled condom to his lips and squeezed the contents intonhis mouth as if it was Gogurt. YUM! He never had tasted anything as deliciousand satisfying. He smacked his lips hot from the tap would be better. He heard music blaring. The door from a club opened, a young guy staggered out vomited, then passed out. Chad soon had the drunken sailor's pants down to his knees and sucked the unconscious man's cock until his balls were emptied.
Chad was still hungry. He had an idea. He headed back to the Ganymede Spa. He had seen a bottle marked chloroform. He didn't think most man would cooperate with him sucking their cocks dry, but if they were unconscious, they couldn't protest.