"Ah, perfect," Rick said running his hands over the warm rubber muscles. Chad could've been wearing a full rubber suit like the one from the first American Horror Story, but there was no opening. No zipper. No buttons, no velcro, nor any other way to remove it. It was like it was painted on, or he had been molded the way rubber extruded sex dolls were made. Rick licked his lips.
Fuck no! No! No! No! Please no! screamed Chad's mind, as his body refused to obey his will. His body had a new owner, it was Rick. Chad's body belonged to him. Chad was only a passenger - no a prisoner in his body now. He wanted to runaway so badly, but he could only stand at attention, and let Rick probe every inch of his body, spreading his butt cheeks, fingering his hole, touching his lips, tugging his balls, squeezing his buttocks, calves, biceps, and other muscles.
Rick gently stroked Chad's boner. Ah, moaned Chad internally, N-n-uh-noooooooo- aaaaahhhh! Why did it have to feel so good? Rick looked at his gloved fingers, there was a dollop of liquid that had come out of Chad's dildo-like cock head. He held it to his nose and sniffed it.