Chad stood on his wobbly legs holding the now empty silver zentai suit. It reeked of sweat and rubber. The sauna was hot and reeked of the sweat of a thousand horny teens. Chad felt so horny. His other hand reached to yank his dick, but of course he grabbed empty air. His hand ran his fingers over his warm wet labia, and probed his vagina. Liquid flowed out. He sighed. His hole desperately needed filling.
He briefly sat and moaned. Ty was still here. Ty did this to him, so Ty could make him right.
Chad stood up. Taking a deep breath, Chad exited the sauna to confront Ty. Ty was still engrossed in his computer. He heard the cage door open, but assumed it was the janitor.
"Ty, we need to talk," growled Chad.
"What?" Ty said spinning around in his chair. The voice sounded like Chad, but it couldn't be. He stared and gaped, "You're like a bad penny, you keep turning up. I would have expected you to be black and blue after what your teammates did to you. But I don't even see a scratch on you." Strangely, he found himself sporting a major woody.
Chad had been holding his arm in front of him with the catsuit draped over his arm effectively concealing his crotch. He swung his arm outward to reveal his nakedness.
"I'd call this a bit more than a scratch, wouldn't you?" Chad said nodding toward his camel toe. He continued, "So what are you going to do about it, Ty?"
The sent of the sea hit Ty. He knew Chad was putting off some supernatural pheromones, but he didn't care. He whipped his erect penis, licked his lips, and replied, "Fuck you!"