Chad was swirling over the heads of gawking perverts. This was insane. He had been a strapping young 180 lb man. Now he had been reduced to some cheezy male stripper's flimsy 6 ounce metallic shorts. He was tumbling head over ass through the air when a giant hand closed on him and yanked him out of the air.
"Hey, those are mine! Max threw them to me!" a man shouted. It was Bruno's voice. But if it wasn't Bruno that caught him. Who had? Chad couldn't see anything. The man moved through the throng to escape Bruno. When he was safely ensconced in a bathroom stall with the door locked, the man pulled out his trophy and buried his face in it. He breathed deeply inhaling the male scents of Max and Chad. He moaned. Chad recognized the face, but before he could try to speak, Chad found himself wrapped around the man's erection. Chad was now had the same purpose as his favorite sock. He was a masturbatory aid.