Chad floated and struggled on the surface of the ocean of cum. He was sinking. Rick loomed overhead. He grabbed his cock and tugged at his penis to blast another load of cum into the sinking jockstrap. Rick laughed, "Yeah, Chad, too bad you chose your secret admirer over the swim team. You might be swimming in water now, instead of sinking in cum." He sniffed his pit, and crinkled his nose. Rick looked down at Chad, "Yeah, I need a shower. You enjoy your bath, Jocko."
While Rick showered, Chad slurped up all the cum in the bucket. He tried not to absorb it, but he couldn't stop absorbing the intoxicating cum. He struggled to work out how many loads were in the bucket. 2.5 or maybe 3 gallons at 2-3 ounces a load, must be at least 160 guys. As Chad absorbed load after load, he began to absorb two loads at a time, then three loads, four loads, and so on. In 15 minutes the bucket was half empty. It took only eight more minutes for Chad to drain the bucket dry. Chad's body bloated with cum was at least three times its normal size. Chad burped, passed out. Then the puffy jockstrap exploded. Instead of one bloated jockstrap, there were now two identical jockstraps side by side. Bits of threads and water were splattered against the inside of the bucket.
When Chad came to, he was in the bucket with another jockstrap. Jocko? He wondered. He felt energized. He might be a jockstrap, but he was no longer totally inanimate. He crawled around the bucket. Tried climbing out, but the wet walls were too slick ad high. He next tried ramming himself against the side of the bucket. If the bucket had been on the floor, there was no way it would topple, but Chad remembered that the cum bucket was seated on the edge of the sauna bench. If he could just move it a bit more over the edge it should fall and he would escape.
In the shower, Rick was singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" as he lathered up again. He figured he might as well enjoy himself, because he figured it would take a couple hours for Chad to drain that cum bucket.