Someone took your clothes (of course)

After 20 minutes of relaxation, and washing up, you sighed before turning the knob of the shower off. In rhythmic movement, you slightly opened the stall door, and grabbed at the wall for a few seconds. For some reason, you couldn't find your towel on the hook. You peeked your head around the corner, and could see not a single garment on the hooks down any of the stalls. You rolled your eyes. It wasn't uncommon for your teammates to prank each other by stealing clothes while they were in the shower, which meant you would have to leave the stall and go looking for them yourself.

You took a deep breath, before exiting the shower stall, and looking in either direction. Nobody else was in the shower area with you, and as expected the towel rack was completely emptied. You sighed, before trying your best to muster up any confidence you could. You had found that the best policy in this situation was to be overwhelmingly confident, and pretend that the stolen clothes were only a minor inconvenience. Otherwise, if you let your embarrassment show, they might prolong the prank further.

You brazenly stepped out into the locker room, and could see only three of your teammates left. "Yo guys." You bluntly said, taking a deep breath as you stood as straight as possible. The three teammates in the locker room turned their heads in your direction, before chuckling a bit.

"What's up John. You seem to have uh... left something in the bathroom." Jacobs said with a grin, shaking his head as he continued to get dressed.

You shrugged, trying your best to ignore how much you wanted to cover yourself. "Yeah. Strange thing really. Someone took my shorts, and my towel. So I was hoping one of you might know what happened." You asked, looking around the room.

The skinny, lanky blonde man on your left scooped his bag up, and looked towards you. "Was it a pair of black shorts with a red stripe goin' down the side?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded. "Yeah. Those are the ones Mark. Why, did you see someone take them?" You questioned, getting a bit nervous.

Mark chuckled to himself for a moment, before pointing out the door that fed directly onto the court. "Yeah. Richie took em' out there. He handed em' off to one of the volleyball girls out there, and started talkin' to her."

Your stomach formed a knot. "Wait. Richie gave my shorts to one of the volleyball girls? That's going too far. I could get in trouble or something."

The light-skinned teammate with a short cut of hair near the back of the locker room scooped his bag onto his back, and began walking towards the door. "Richie seemed pretty pissed off about a couple of the plays you made on Friday. Maybe this is his version of payback for making him look bad in front of the scouts." Derick explained, already pushing the door open. "Lemme know how it goes." He said, before disappearing out the rear entrance door.

You began to blush. "Yo is there anyway I could borrow one of you guys' spare clothes for a minute? I guess I need to go out there and ask for them back." You asked, unconsciously beginning to cover up your exposed dick.

Mark sighed. "Sorry man. I gotta go. My girlfriend wants me to take her out for lunch, so I don't have time for all this..." Mark said, before quickly starting for the door.

That left you, and the team captain Jacobs. Jacobs pondered for a moment. "I don't know... I'd hate to step in the way of Richie's vengeance. Maybe this is a little bit of justice deserved. You did skip like three practices before the game last week..." He said, scratching his chin.

"Dude. I'm completely naked. I can't go out there looking like this. You gotta help me out man." You pleaded. You thought of trying to ask the volleyball girls where your clothes were, and them simply laughing at your predicament, and cringed a bit at just the thought of the embarrassment.

After a moment, Jacobs sighed. "All right, but on one condition." He said, smiling a bit.