Chad was in the dark as Rick continued to fuck the fleshlight. One load, a pause, then another. Rick was either unusually horny or got a handful of Viagra because he was still hard. Chad screamed himself out, and now sobs silently in the darkness. Four loads up his ass, and Rick finally stops. He sets the fleshlight on Chad's desk with the open end up. Chad now is left sobbing upside down, as his sore ass heals from Rick's brutal assault.
Rick put his feet up on the desk knocking a framed picture of Chad off the desk into a waste bin next to the desk. Rick laughed, leaned back and talked to himself.
"Yeah, prophetic. Was going to share my MVP fleshlight with the team, and then change Chad back with no one knowing it was him except for me and him."
He thought silently for a while. Then he spoke again, "But Chad's mouth end is talking still. Everyone will know it's him. Now some guys on the team might enjoy using him. I remember Chad and me talking a couple months ago after celebrating with a six pack about how many guys would like to screw his ass. I bet he could write a list of a dozen guys, and that there were some he'd really hate to plow his backside. Chad got real quiet like lost in thought. So I continued to egg him on. Something about betting there was probably a list of a few guys that he might enjoy fucking his blond ass silly. Yeah, Chad is so anal and OCD, I bet he made a list, maybe a couple. Now if I can find them."
Rick sat up, and checked Chad's desk drawers. Then he turned his attention back to Chad's computer. Hidden files.
"Bingo!" Rick said as he read the underlined title, "Men I'd Most Hate to Screw Me". He found 3 more files. "Guys who probably want to screw my ass, Guys who I wouldn't mind screwing my ass, and Guys who under no circumstances would I allow to screw me."
Rick grinned as he pored over the lists. He was happy to see his name on the list. There were over 400 names total. Less than half went to Chad's and Rick's school.
Rick noticed that Chad's phone was synced with his computer. A couple keystrokes, and any of the names on the lists that matched names in the phone's address book now displayed phone numbers, emails, snapchats or other contact info after the names.
"Ka-ching! From Chad's notes on this guy's name he offered Chad $500, then upped it to $1000 after Chad said no. Bet he'll pay at least $100 to use canned Chad." Rick picked up the can of Chad, and tapped it on the desktop as he said Ka-ching.
Chad had stopped sobbing a while ago. He had been quietly sulking in self pity and anger. Now after hearing Rick's plan to rent him out to the guys on Chad's lists, Chad was terrified, and freaking out.