Chad ran fast, but he couldn't escape his rapid rubberization. He was crossed the football field's 50 yard line, when he started to slow down. His knees were rubbery. His cock was rock hard, and his balls weighed heavy filled with more liquid. He saw the ground roller used to level the playing field parked by the 75 yard line. He thought he would sit on the roller to rest for a moment. He made it to the roller, but as he tried to sit, he fell over and landed on the ground in front of the roller.
Chad lay there. His brain might be rubber, but he was still aware. He just needed to be told what to do. He didn't care by whom. He needed to be owned. He was a rubber toy boy now. He lay there for hours. He felt the dew condensing on his cold rubbery skin. Suddenly, Chad heard the ground roller's engine start up. The heavy metal drum rolled forward, and there was a noise like a whoopie cushion, as Chad was rapidly flattened, and all the air rushed out of him. He orgasmed as his cock was pressed flat against his now flattened belly. An black rubber spurted across Chad's upper body and face.
"What?" asked the driver of the roller. He stopped the machine, and reversed over Chad, then went forward once more, and back again for good measure. He peeled the flattened rubber boy off the turf, and examined him in the early morning light. He then rolled the flattened rubber boy up and shoved him into a nearby gym bag filled with sweaty gear. The engine of the roller went silent, and the formerly shiny metal drum was now coated in black rubber.