"Wicked cool. That's there QB!"
"QB?"
"Their quarterback, and the first strong quarterback at that. Chad Whatshisname," said the first guy poking Chad's belly. He sighed, "Needs more coats."
"Well, duh. That's why we're here. Sure it was a football player that ordered the lube. Wondered what he did to get his teammates to do this to him."
"Dude, look at him. He's fucking hot. Seeing that in the showers everyday was too much for them."
"Ya think?"
"Yeah. Now let's get Studly Doright properly shellacked, so we can transport him before his teammates get here."
"Wouldn't it be smarter to take him and shellack him later, if we don't wanna get caught?"
The first guy sighed, "you might be right. Just one coat more. He's still pretty tacky."
"You still want to spray paint him gold? Now that's tacky. "
"Ha, ha, hand me a brush."
Chad was freaking.
He was naked, immobilized, and about to be stolen by a couple of guys he didn't know. At least I'd teammates were responsible, they would probably turn him back eventually, right? These guys gave Chad the creeps.
The large paint brush slathered with lube swept across Chad's face, down his chest, abs, cock and balls, then down each leg. Another brush simultaneously slathered the back of his head, down his neck, back buttocks and legs. He desperately wanted to shudder. Whatever was in the chemical coating his body was increasing his sensitivity, damn it was so sensual, he lost himself in the sensation of the moment. It didn't even matter that he might end up a trophy somewhere.