"You're not going to turn me gay?" Chad asked.
"Not anymore than you already are, you closet case. In fact, I'm going to grant your secret wish. You're going to be all over every guy's crotch. I'm canning you, because you keep coming back like a bad case of jock itch, you're going to treat it. You'll be fully conscious spray on medicated powder and creme," Josh said gleefully. He added, "And there's no way anyone's refilling a spray can with cum to reconstitute you."
Chad's mouth formed a word but aerosol came out of his mouth. He covered it. He felt wobbly inside, like he was falling apart.
Josh laughed as 10,000 cans of jock itch spray tumbled out of where the naked former star quarterback had been lying. He frowned. He now had to pick up all those cans. He really should have thought this out better. He scratched his crotch. Damn, jock itch. He smiled as he picked up a can next his foot. He unbuckled his pants and adjusted the lid, and sprayed Chad on his red-itchy thighs, cock and balls. A side-effect of the cool spray was Josh had to contend with an unrelenting boner, while he picked up all the cans and then he had to find a place to put them.
Chad was totally in the dark. It was like he was in a sensory deprivation tank or maybe a coffin. He couldn't move. He could just be there. He was aware that he was in pieces, but he still felt coherent. He couldn't imagine that this was real, but obviously it was. He had no idea how much time passed before he suddenly breathed fresh air again. It might have been days or minutes. He saw Josh's crotch as he rushed to it. Then he saw the locker room from Josh's crotch. It was a weirdly exciting experience. He felt incredibly horny. and he seemed to be having the same effect on Josh. It was like he was getting high on crotch. Maybe he was a closet case, or maybe it was that most of him was still in dark cans, and this part of him was free sort of?
Josh managed to stash most of the cans of jockspray, but he was pretty tired and it was pretty late by the time he got home. He headed straight to bed to yank off a couple loads. He was really getting off on doing Chad twice. First, as body wash, and now as jock-itch spray. He felt mellow and horny, and fell asleep in his wet sheets. He woke up humping his pillow.
Chad felt great, each load of cum that Josh blew seemed to make him stronger. His bond with Josh's junk seemed to be cemented with each load of cum. It wasn't at all like being body wash and rinsing down the drain. He was becoming one with Josh's crotch. He wondered if he would feel the same with the others who sprayed him on their crotches. He could sense Josh's happiness and horniness, and even if it was at Chad's expense, it made Chad happy too.
Josh showered and scrubbed his crotch extra thoroughly. He had never been this horny, and wondered if it was a side effect of spraying on Chad. At first Chad was afraid he would rinse off and go down the drain, but he felt fine. He had bonded to Josh, and maybe a few more applications of spray, he might be able to control Josh. Not exactly the same as being himself again, but maybe he could compel Josh to restore him.
As Josh dried himself off, Chad felt a blast of fresh air, and saw daylight. He was rushing toward some other guy's crotch, but he was still on Josh's.
Josh moaned as he suddenly got hard again.