"Phft! Sssllllttt!" Chad hissed as loudly as he could. It sounded a lot like fabric rustling.
Sanchez laughed, "Sweet. You're a terrycloth rag doll, but I can feel you wiggling, and hear you trying to talk. You're going make an even better cum rag than I thought!"
"Nnnnnggghhhhfffft!"
The sauna door flew open, and coach tossed his cum rag doll on to the hot bench. Chad flopped and flayed helplessly, as he struggled to move his muscleless, boneless, ragdoll body. He managed to rock himself over the edge of the top bench and onto the one below.
Coach Sanchez stripped naked, and hung his gear on the rail by the heater. Then he approached the flopping towel boy.
"Your ma should've named you Terry, Chad. Or maybe Cumrag? I'll pretend you're my first, but after being the only towel for hundreds of teenagers, I'm sure you are well acquainted with eating cum."
"Nggggh,phhlllsss!"
"Bit talkative for a cum rag," Sanchez said picking up the anatomically correct ragdoll, flicking Chad's floppy terry cloth penis, then sticking his finger in Chad's moving mouth, he asked, "Did you just say "Please?"
Sanchez grinned.
He lowered Chad's head, while straddling Chad's cloth body. The coach shoved his cock into Chad's mouth, as he lay back on top of Chad's doubled over cloth body crushing it against the wooden sauna bench. Sanchez closed his fist around the terrycloth head swallowing his erection, and began pumping vigorously. He'd have to figure out this setting for towelboy for future JO sessions.
Sinclair had confided that this humiliation wasn't going to even last a week in spite of what Chad had been told. Chad was sputtering and gagging and wiggling in the most stimulating ways that Sanchez vowed to make Chad his permanent cumrag no matter what anyone else said.
He exploded a sticky gooey load into Chad's squashed head. He was still hard, so he resumed pumping.
Chad sobbed.
Damn that namby pamby quarterback's feeble sobs and unintelligible protests were like an aphrodisiac to Coach Sanchez. He grinned, as he pumped a second load into Chad. He lay back sweating and contemplating.
If he switched Chad for a real towel, how would anyone know. They would just assume that something went wrong and towelboy got stuck as a towel, hopefully? Might be safer to let them turn Chad back, and then re-towel him as Sanchez' personal were-towel. It all had to do with that magic cock ring. He just needed to- damn he was hard again.
Sanchez stood, stretched and looked down at his red angry boner. Chad had a rep of being a potent horndog maybe it transferred to his users now that he was a cumrag? Sanchez didn't care. He sat back down on towel boy again.
Sanchez didn't notice that towelboy had a fluffy cotton erection, as he sat down on it. Chad was freaking his terrycloth cotton stiffy slid between coach's butt cheeks. His cum drenched face was crushed around Coach Sánchez' stiff cock.
SPLOOGE!