"Ah, Monseiur Nick, has had a bad season no?"
"Bad season? You might say that, I got sidelined with a hamstring injury in practice before the first game. Then the surgery went poorly, and I haven't played one real game all year," said Nick with disgust. He is standing over Clay the urinal draining his weasel and sipping on a cold beer. He continues, "The only good news is that my agent got be a sweetheart contract. I get paid not to play, and so I can wallow in my self pity and beers while our team gets their asses kicked."
"Yes, just as they are doing now. So why are you in the locker room and dressed in uniform, if you cannot play?"
"Contract says gotta suit up and be on the field when the National Anthem is sung to get paid - doesn't say anything about being on the field and playing in the actual game. Told you I had a good agent," Nick said with a wink shaking his cock dry.
Before he can put his cock away, Rene says, "No, don't put it away, it'll be perfect sticking out."
"Huh, you wanna give me a blow job, Frenchie?" Nick laughs and takes a swig of beer. Then he asks patting his hand on Clay's porcelain head, "So did Clay really pose to be my urinal?" He smacks his lips, the beer seems to have gone bad it's got a gooey aftertaste.
"Ah, me oui, as a matter of fact he did pose, but he didn't know he was going to be a urinal any more than you know that you're going to be the team's latest locker room fixture. I'm sure your agent will be disappointed when he discovers that while you'll still be suitted up, you won't be on the field for any more National Anthems."
"Huh?" Nick said dully. His brain felt like it was made of rubber cement. His legs were all wobbly and his vision fuzzy.
"Nick, your mind is a bit muddy right now. I spiked your beer, and the special soap you've used in the shower has also been used on your clothing. Clay didn't just model for your team urinal - he is your team urinal. Oh, no you're not going to be a urinal too. The team owner has a much more motivational role for his star most hated player. You're going to be reshaped into...