As Jeff's cock began to leak precum out of the cap's Chad face mouth, Gus got an idea.
Gus laughed, "Say, Jeff, let's fill up the empty bottle with cum, and leave it in Chad's locker!"
Jeff guffawed, "Wicked. Hand me the bottle. I'm not sure that the two of us will be enough to fill it, but let's give it a shot."
Chad felt a weird electric surge through his being, when Gus milked the first load out of Jeff. And half that load dribbled down the side of Chad's plastic body.
"Hey, sloppy don't waste any of that!" scolded Jeff.
"Not a chance, sir," answered Gus lapping the spilled cum off his fingers and the outside of bottle. Damn, Chad felt like a giant tongue had licked his whole body. He still felt like death-warmed over, but that was better than he had felt moments earlier.
Gus managed to coax two more loads out of Jeff's cock. Then Jeff took the bottle and forced Gus's mushroom tip inside the mouth of the bottle before jacking him off. Gus was holding the cap, and Chad was sure his head would be crushed. He could hear Gus sobbing and moaning. Then he felt too more loads fill his hollow plastic body. A cold shower released Gus's now red ringed penis. Jeff laughed, as he shook the bottle. Chad felt queasy.
Jeff tugged the cap out of Gus' hand and slammed it down on Chad's body. Chad felt whole again, but broken. He also felt terribly empty. There was a hole inside his being that needed filling.
As the two headed back to the lockers with Chad in hand, Jeff said, "Good most of you guys are still here!" The half-dressed athletes looked up, and Jeff continued, "We decided to give our absent team captain a present from the whole team!" He held out the plastic bottle with the broken Chad head cap.
"An empty bottle of bodywash?" said Blake shaking his head.
"Oh, he'll think it's body wash, but it won't be - and it won't be empty either. Gus and I have already dumped a couple loads of cum into the bottle. Chad will be showering in the whole team's cum."
"He'll smell like Team Spirit alright!" laughed Dylan grabbing the bottle from Jeff. Dylan was only wearing his shirt and boxers, and pulled his cock out of his fly and started pumping.
"Whoa! Dilly's got a hard-on for Chad!" joked Blake, but he was already taking off his jeans.
Chad's eyes felt like they were watering. He was so bloated. How many guys jacked off in him? He felt strange. Sort of like the time he chugged a bottle of vodka, just before he passed out. His head was shoved back on his body, and Gus taped the cap into place. Then Jeff opened, Chad's locker. How did the bastard get his combo? Fortunately, Blake asked the question that Chad was thinking, and Jeff answered it.
"Chad's so predictable, the combo is his football team jersey number, then his number on the water polo team and lastly his number on the baseball team."
Jeff put the bottle inside the locker, and locked it up. Chad stood there in the cold metal vault with his stinky gym clothes. He stood there in the dark and waited. It seemed like an eternity. At last he heard a sound, the lock was being opened.