The jocks grinned as they wheeled Chad into the locker. They removed the wheeled bin from its spot in the middle of the changing room and put Chad there. Normally, after practice the players would toss all their dirty gear into the bin and in the morning, the team manager would come in and wash everything, and put it into each player's locker for the next practice. Chad stood there in all his nakedness, while the jocks who brought him stripped and suited up for practice to join the rest of the team on the field.
Derek the team manager came in carrying a bucket, rags and big paper bag.
"How's it hanging, Chad? Don't bother to answer. Um, I know you're supposed to be conscious, but I've got my orders, so don't hold it against me. Okay?" Derek said putting down the bucket and bag. "They want you all shiny for the team when they come back from practice." He splashes you with sudsy water, and scrubs you thoroughly, a bit too thoroughly Chad thinks. Once he's covered with lather, Derek rinses him off, and then dries him. He starts rubbing a waxy polish on to Chad. Then he buffs it. It takes well over an hour to get Chad's marblized body shining. Then Derek heavily coats Chad's cock and balls with the cream, and wraps a clean rag aroud Chad's cock and begins moving the rag back and forth rapidly like he was shining shoes. Chad can only stare and feel the friction heat Derek is generating.
"Personally, I don't think this will work, but according to Brad, there's a 28% chance that you can have a boner,"