...a urinal cake. I'm going to put him in one of the locker room urinals."
"Wicked, Keith! Couldn't happen to a more deserving jerk," said Randy.
Chad felt hurt and angry. He wasn't a jerk, and he'd get even with Randy for calling him one - if he ever got
out of this. He felt certain as soon as his wrapper was removed he'd change back into himself and then it
would be clobbering time.
"Yeah, and if he hasn't completely dissolved by next Friday, I may even change him back," Keith said casually
flipping Chad like a coin.
Damn, you uncoordinated nerd, watch it! thought Chad. Every time he became airborne he had visions of
shattering into a thousand pink shards.
"Bet he'll hate that," Randy said.
"Dunno about that," Keith said slipping Chad into his front right jeans pocket, "You see every time somebody
pisses on him it will be equivalent to him having sex or eating. He may hate the idea, but he's going to
enjoy being a urinal cake."
"Ew," Randy said as he stopped at the vending machine by the fieldhouse exit. He looked up, "Gatorade or
water?"
"What?"
"I'm getting us some drinks," Randy said winking, "So we can prime the pump, so to speak."
You bastards, thought Chad.
"Ha ha, water will be great. I'll let you do the honors and christen bully boy as the locker room's newest
urinal cake."
They chatted about other stuff. Science experiments, classes, teachers and girls as they walked to the locker
room. They totally ignored Chad. He had hoped they had forgotten about their threat to put him in a urinal.
Suddenly, he was taken out of Keith's dark pocket, and he recognized the yellow and gray walls of the men's
locker room. Keith unwrapped Chad and tossed the cellophane into the metal trash can.
"Say, Keith, there are a few other jocks I wouldn't mind seeing wrapped in that cellophane," Randy said
reaching into the trashcan.
"Forget it, Randy. That stuff is strictly single use, but I can get more if we need it. Right now, let's
introduce Chad to his new home."
They walked along the row of urinals until they got to one where the pink urinal cake was completely gone, and
then Keith gently placed into the porcelain receptacle.
"Pervert, playing with the urinal?" Dirk asked shoving Keith away from the urinal. He was naked except for his
towel which he nonchalantly pulled from his waist and draped over his shoulder. He stood over Chad, aimed his
cock and fired a hot stream straight into the virgin pink urinal cake.
Chad screamed silently. He was sure that Dirk was in on this from the start. Sure Dirk was a jock too, but he
hated Chad and the feeling was mutual. Dirk was a creature of habit. He liked to aim his stream at one spot
and bore a hole through the urinal cake. It would take days, maybe weeks depending on how many other guys used
the urinal, but he always managed to make the urinal cakes into pink donuts before they dissolved into
nothingness. The experience for Chad was horrific. It was like being raped - at least at first. By the time
Dirk emptied his 30 ounce bladder, Chad was enjoying the experience. There was visible dimple in the center of
his smooth pink hockey puck body. Dirk grinned and shook his dripping cock. He grinned at his audience and
headed for the showers or maybe the steam room.
Keith was angry. He unzipped his jeans and told Randy to do the same. "Now we both piss on him on 3. One,
two, three," Keith ordered. Randy's stream fired right on three, but Keith hadn't realized until Randy was
standing there how awkward he felt with someone watching him.
Randy shook dry and Keith was still standing there with his limp white wiener in his hand.
"No prob, Keith. Happens to all of us. Let me turn on some of the sinks. Running water usually gets my pipes
going," Randy said.
The sound of running taps echoed through the nearly empty locker room. Keith sighed and his stream of yellow
piss started to flow. A dozen other guys pissed on Chad before the lights went out for the night.