Chad snuck up on Ty. He gagged him with duct tape. Then duct taped Ty to his chair.
Ty squirmed, and made unintelligible noises through his gag.
"I don't trust you, Ty," Chad said. "I'm going to call for some help."
Ty looked alarmed. But when Chad called Bruno and Rick instead of Coach Sinclair or the Principal, Ty relaxed.
Chad didn't notice. He was preoccupied with his wet itchy vagina. Damn, he was horny. He really needed to stick a dick inside him. He glanced at Ty crotch more than once.
Bruno and Rick had said they would be there by 10pn. Maybe one or both of them- no. If Bruno thought Chad would bottom for him as long as he was a dickless, Chad wondered, would he undermine any attempt to restore Chad's manhood. Rick would be worse because he would find the situation funny. Ty on the other hand? Damn, Chad was horny.
He needed dick bad. He either needed his own to jerk off, or someone else's to fill his empty hole.
Chad had Ty taped to the only chair. He didn't want to leave Ty alone, but he wanted to be comfortable. So he arranged the laundry bags filled with towels into a makeshift recliner, and stretched out.
He lay there only wearing the towel wrapped around his waist. Chad had a really exhausting day. First, as a tackle dummy, then as a fuck toy, and most recently struggling to regain his humanity. Chad yawned. Soon he was snoring.
Chad moved a bit in his sleep. His towel fell open. Ty couldn't help but laugh. There was the muscled hunk lying there naked with his legs spread wide, so that his hungry camel toe was partly open, and a little juice was leaking out.
Ty was glad that Chad had gagged him, or his unmuffled guffaws would probably have awakened sleeping beauty.
The clock ticked noisily. How long would those two dildoes take to get here? Ty wondered uncomfortably duct taped to his chair. He was sure that Bruno and Rick would wake Chad prematurely. He needed them to unbind him, then he would get them to help him put the new tackle dummy back in the equipment storage closet.
Ty struggled a bit more, but Chad had taped him up good. Then he remembered his chair had wheels. With his legs taped it wasn't easy but he managed to move himself between sleeping the soon-to-be-tackle-dummy-again, and the open cage door. This way they would see him first, and he could delay their waking Chad.
It was 9:50 pm. Ty heard the outer main door open and close. Good the doofuses were early, thought Ty. As the locker room door swung inward, Ty began frantically shaking his head, and making soft muffled sounds into his gag.
Chad snores loudly behind him