Chad felt the cold burning liquid escaping from the candy into his mouth. It tasted bitter and metallic. Another prank? Yikes, he felt stiff all over and his skin was shiny blue rubber. On top of that he was having the most excruciating boner in his life. He desperately wanted to jack off, to cum, but off course, he couldn't.
Rod's eyes zoned out, as Chad turned into a smooth blue rubber version of himself.
Rick spoke, "So Rod wanna help me carry this to the shower room?"
Rod blinked, and answered, "Sure thing, Rick. What is it for?" He said grabbing Chad by the feet.
Chad was freaking, Rod didn't seem to know who he was, and that he wasn't a thing! What had Rick done to him?
"I like to call it my Rubber Fuckee. You know, Rubber Fuckee, you're the one?" he started to sing a bastardized version of the Sesame Street song.
Rod just giggled. They set Chad up in the corner of the shower room facing outward.
"So you want some bodywash?" Rick asked squeezing some blue goop out of Chad's permanent stiffy and lathering up.
"I'll use the stuff from the wall dispense- uh?" Rod a lusty dazed look on his face, as the Chad-soap pheromones hit him.
Rick grinned, and asked Rod, "Why don't you give me a blow job before I fuck my toy?"
"Uh, huh!" answered Rod in a guttural grunt. He was completely under the spell of the pheromones and would do whatever Rick suggested.
Chad realized the rest of the team would soon join Rod in the shower as Rick's sex slaves, and there was nothing he could do about it. Rubber fuckee? Rick wouldn't, would he?