The two men laughed, as they finished applying the additional coat of lube. Chad's muffled sounds were barely audible now.
"Go get the handtruck, we gotta get trophy boy back to the house, where we can finish prepping him for Pledge Week," said the first guy.
While the other young man was gone, the first guy has a heart to heart with Chad.
"So trophy boy, bet you're wondering what we're gonna do with you, and how we found out about your teammates' prank. Well, since your lips are sealed - at least for now - I'll fill ya in. Interested?" He asked leaning in so close that Chad could feel his hot breath through the hardening lacquer shell.
"Mm, mmm, mmm!" was the faint muffled sound from Chad's lacquered lips.
"Heh, heh. See one or more of your buds got in a dark chat room asking about pranking their teammate. So they wanted it reversible. It was pretty easy to figure out who the "StateFBChamp" was referring to as MVP. So I told them about this lube, which ain't lube. I sorta told them they needed about 10 times as much shellac as they really needed to prank you. See they were going to just have you hard for the three day weekend, but with all this shellac, we're talking about a permanent addition to our frat house."
He grinned and flicked Chad's shiny boner, which produced a satisfying thud more like solid wood than flesh. He might of said more, but his partner returned with a squeaky wheeled dolly.
Chad expected to be wheeled out right away, but instead they loaded up paint cans of shellac. They made 5 or 6 trips in and out of the field house before turning their attention back to Chad.
"Should we cover him with a tarp?"
"No, he is still tacky."
"I think spray painting him gold is tacky, couldn't we paint him like bronze or faux marble?"