Josh collected the wet towels which the football players had left throughout the locker room. Only about 2/3's of the dirty towels ended up in the canvas bin where they were supposed to. At least Chad wasn't among them today, Josh thought happily. He rubbed his thigh, where he had fallen retrieving the wet towel that Chad had tossed up on one of the fire sprinklers. Today there were two in the sauna, a couple on top of lockers and the rest on the floor or benches. Josh had checked out the shower room, and discovered that Chad was gone. He wondered whether he was all used up and thrown out, or if one of the players took him home. He was a bit disappointed that Chad was gone. After he had cleaned up after the team, he decided he'd empty out Chad's locker. Maybe select a trophy or two. He took a step back with a start when he found Chad.
"How the heck did you get in there?" he asked grabbing the bottle. He paused, and felt the bottle's weight in his hand, and snarled, "You're still full? Why didn't they use you? I thought they smelled like you as they filed out?"
He tried unscrewing the taped cap, and managed to pull it off. "Stripped the threads," he muttered contemptuously, then he dabbed the tip of his index finger into the bottle, and stuck it in his mouth. "Cum!" he spat it out, paused and laughed.
Josh screwed the cap on again as tightly as he could. Then he set it on the edge of the bench and stepped back. He muttered some words and suddenly Chad was standing with just his toes on the bench. He fell backwards into the lockers with a loud bang, and landed on his bare ass with his legs up in the air over bench and his back against the lockers. Josh laughed.
"Thanks for changing me back," Chad said, as he moved to extricate himself from the floor, bench and lockers.
"Don't thank me yet, cum bucket," Josh said.