Chad hurried after Bruno. His eyes were fixed on the swimmer's retreating butt, as he exited the locker room. He hadn't noticed until that moment just how perfect the swimmer's bubble butt was. Chad suddenly felt a body slam into his as he went through the doorway. The man's stubble brushed Chad's cheek as the man whispered in Chad's ear, "Missing something?"
Chad felt the man's arm pressing across his torso, and his pants tightened. The man had grabbed Chad's crotch. There was a pain, and then a warm sensation spreading from Chad's thigh throughout his body. Chad's shoulder opposite the man banged into the doorframe. Chad went limp, and the big guy hefted Chad over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Huh-esscuugggggh," slurred Chad as his tongue stopped working.
Chad was aware but paralyzed. He didn't know who was carrying him away from the school. He did know the guy was responsible for his missing manhood. He was seething as his face bounced against the guy's back. He was wearing a black letterman jacket with white leather sleeves, and tight Calvin Klein jeans with nothing in his back pockets. Damn, it was a fine ass, Chad thought as he stared hanging limply while the man carried him out to the parking lot.
Black wasn't Chad's school colors. His letter jacket was blue with gold leather sleeves. So black jacket had to be from a rival school. The Knights and Dragons both had black letterman jackets. But the dragons had green sleeves. So did that one from upstate, what were they called again. Chad suddenly was airborne. He was being tossed into the back of an open van. He landed face down in an open gym bag packed with dirty clothes. He was relieved he didn't break his nose.
He heard a voice ask, "Should I unwrap him?"
"No. Let the Cap'n unwrap IT. Remember it used to be a he, but now it's an it."
"You sure? I saw his crotch bulging when you tossed him in the van," the second man asked.
"Just a pair of rolled up socks. Chad is the newest eunuch in our harem."
Chad was fuming. Then his eye managed to focus on the jockstrap under his head. There was a griffin embroidered on the jockstrap. The Grimsby Griffins had come in second in the championship. After the game when they lined up to shake hands, their team captain- Erik something or other- grabbed his forearm instead of his hand, pulled Chad close and hissed, "You stole our championship. Someday you will know what it's like to have something precious taken from you. I'll be there to see it."
"C'mon, Erik, shake hands and move it. I wanna hit the showers," said the guy behind him nudging him.
Erik moved on. Most of the other players just shook his hand. A few added, "Good game." But aside from the angry remarks by Erik everyone else was polite. Chad had forgotten about it until now.
Chad tried not to be upset, angry or frightened. He need to cheer himself up. He told himself, "I might not be able to move, and my cock and balls might be missing, but I am still breathing."
Taking a deep breath, Chad suddenly felt horny. Great time to be horny: dickless and unable to move. He sighed. Why was be so horny? He had been kidnapped by the Griffins, he was neutered and totally at that prick Erik's mercy. He shuddered. Damn, he felt so hot and horny. It felt like he ejaculated, but that wasn't possible was it? Damn, this dirty kit smells ripe. Deliciously so, he thought. Then he fell asleep in the dark, as the moving van rocked him gently to sleep with his face buried in another guy's dirty gear. Life was good, he thought blissfully forgetting that he had been castrated and kidnapped.