The can was upright. Chad inside the can didn't know what to think. His body was impossibly contorted and twisted inside the can. He couldn't see, but the senses of taste and smell and touch were working overtime. How could his dick be in his mouth, while a foot pressed against his head, and his nose seemed to be buried in his own ass? He could hear distorted voices outside his metal prison. He tried shouting, but only succeeded in gagging himself as his penis became erect again from his wiggling tongue and vibrating vocal chords.
Click.
"What are you doing?"
"Capping the canned jock, and stashing him in someone else's locker. You're right there may be room for more than one guy in there. If it's safe we can see the effect it has on the guy who uses it."
"So whose locker are you putting it in?"
"You'll see."
Click, clank, clank, click
The can now with a bow on the cap was waiting for ...