Chad woke. He was feeling hot, and it smelled like he was still in the sauna, except he was in a room. It was another guy's room. There were trophies, a jockstrap hanging from the bedpost, some posters, and Chad couldn't move. He was lying on the bed. Correction, some guy was lying on the bed, and he was wearing Chad. Damn, it was real. It wasn't a dream. He enjoyed his crotch level view of the room, as he heard a window sliding open.
"Sh!" hissed Bruno, "We don't want to wake him. Damn, he's still wearing Chad!"
"Sh, yourself, Bruno!" hissed Rick back at him. "I brought some roofies, if we can get him to swallow them, he'll never remember that we were here or took Chad."
"There's an empty bottle next to the bed, he might sleep through it without the roofies. Now you get on one side of the bed, and I'll get on the other."