Time to strike

James shut the water off as he was satisfied with his cleanliness. He stepped out of the shower as he reached out to grab his towel but was met with nothing.

He sighed as he figured he had left it in the main area. He walked around not bothering to cover since he was alone. As he did he was immediately jumped by four big guys as they grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back.

In front were four more guys including Chad who was holding a camera clearly filming. “Well well, James Jordan. We meet again,” Chad said. “It’s nice to be acquainted with your little friend there. Oh my… was the water cold? Look at that little thing.”

Chad pointed the camera at James’s shriveled raisin. James was stuck shocked at the ambush. “Let me go,” James said struggling.

“No no,” Chad said. “You don’t get to make demands. We hold all the cards. Or we’ll share this video around and the many photos.”

Chad gestured to the other guys who were also holding their phones out taking pictures.

James gulped as he realized how screwed he would be if those photos left the locker room.

“Don’t worry. We’ll give you a chance,” Chad said. “Now, promise to behave and we can get this over with. Then you’ll be free to leave.”

James sighed. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”