Chad stares at Jerrod's ass as he is carried fireman's style through the locker room. He expects Jerrod to take him to the equipment room, but instead of turning right, he turns left and heads into the gym. He pulls Chad off his shoulder, and holds Chad by his right left shoulder. Chad sees wrestling mats spread out across the gym floor, and Coach Sinclair is there with his back to them.
Right! Chad remembers that Coach Sinclair is teaching a martial arts class in the evening at the gym.
"Hey, Coach Sinclair, here's your dummy. It looks like he's happy to see you!" Jerrod shouts. He shakes Chad making his rubber erection bounce up and down.
"Thanks, Jerrod," coach answers opening his arms.
Jerrod picks Chad up in both hands and tosses him to the coach.
Chad wonders how much he weighs now: thirty pounds? fifty pounds? more?
The way the coach catches Chad is extremely painful, but there is nothing Chad can do with his erection bent at a right angle against the coach's torso. He holds Chad with one arm against his body in this painful position, as he rummages through a nearby box. He extracts a pair of thin white nylon shorts, and flips Chad upside down, and puts the shorts on him.
"There, now you're presentable for class. The students should be here any minute."