Chad was on edge all week. He had to stay silent or he'd be stuck in jockstrap form beyond Tuesday. It was nerve wracking. Rick was aware of Chad's subconscious tribulations, and seemed to get off on them. When Chad's anxiety was worst, Rick would pop a boner. Friday was coming to an end, all the jocks were talking turns jacking off into the cum bucket in the sauna. Rick lingered until the end.
Ty came to collect the bucket, but Rick told him that he would take care of it. Ty lingered.
"Go ahead and jerk off in the bucket, Ty. I'll empty it out, and lock it down when I leave. We all know you add your loads to ours, don't be shy on my account," Rick taunted.
Angrily, Ty accepted the challenge. It took him nearly 10 minutes to add his 2 ounce load of cum to the half filled 5 gallon cum bucket. Rick grinned. He knew how to push guy's buttons.
After Ty left, Rick began massaging his pouch. He directed images of Tiger Todd and Bulging Bruno burying their boners deep inside Chad's lily white ass. Chad almost blurted out that his ass wasn't lily white, but kept it in his subconscious. Rick noticed Chad's subconscious protest.
"It's pretty lily white. At least cum white, I bet most people would mistake all that cum dripping out of your ass as water because your skin is the same color. Oh, you like the taste of my precum, but this load is going in the cum bucket," Rick said peeling back his jockstrap pouch, and emptied his balls into the bucket. He added, "now it's your turn, Chad."
Rick peeled off his jockstrap and tossed it in the bucket of cum. Chad's mind reeled as he sank in the old paint bucket of warm cum in the locker room sauna.