Chad couldn't believe it. He was trapped in a cooler, sloshing around as sports drink waiting for the team to drink him up. Why the fuck had Josh done this to him? How the fuck had Josh done this to him? He was literally in the dark inside the sealed cooler. He sloshed as Josh lugged him out on to the field where his teammates were practicing.
"About time, I'm parched," said Riley.
"Where the fuck is our star player Chad?" asked Kevin, "He's supposed to throw me passes!"
Riley turned the spigot on the cooler and Chad saw daylight as he seemed to rush head first into the waiting sports bottle. The cooler was sitting on a bench, so in order to fill the bottle Riley had to bend over slightly. The bottle was positioned right under his crotch as he filled the bottle. Chad's head spun for a second, then he adjusted to his new setting, and stared up at Riley's massive bulge. He was going to be pissed out of there later, he was sure. Damn, Riley's junk looked huge. He continued to fill the bottle. He was aware of Josh out of the corner of his eye, and Kevin, and Kyle and Dillon, and the assistant coach, but he couldn't take his eyes off Riley. Riley was going to drink him. His final destination was Riley - or the sewer after Riley pissed him out. Sometimes players pissed on the field. Chad kind of hoped that's what Riley would do with him. He wouldn't mind being part of the football field.
The trickle from the spigot stopped. Riley put the lid on and tipped back the bottle and started to drink Chad.
"Oh, Kevin, just throw some passes with Riley. I'd say he's gotta little Chad inside him," joked Josh.
Kevin filled his bottle next. Josh kept carefully note of who drank Chad, and who drank the regular sports drink from the other cooler.
Riley refilled three times, and so did Kevin.
"Damn, Riley, you do throw just like Chad, maybe better."