As Chad's father carried him into garage, he walked passed his parked car, and to the door to his inner sanctum. Chad wanted to scream. But the muffled squeaks coming from the doll, Thad assumed were coming from air leaking out of the doll and the rubber limbs rubbing against the body. It never occurred to him that the inflatable sex toy under his arm was his high school age son. He unlocked the door to his "private space", a bonus room attached to the back of his garage. The room was windowless, and dark. Thad shifted Chad from under his arm, and grasped the doll by its dildo.
"Muh, maad, muh!" Chad squeaked softly.
"Nice cock, rubber boy. Might be bigger than mine," he sighed, "Wish my boys' were half that big." He laughed, and swinging Chad back and forth a few times, he let Chad fly into the darkened room. Then he closed the door, Chad heard the lock cylinder turning. Then his father walked away.
"Hey, Brad!" Thad shouted from the open backdoor. "Get your ass down here, and move your car, I gotta get my car out!"
"Huh? Oh, sure, pops!"
"Don't call me pops!"
Brad brushed passed his father, and out to his car. He was wearing just shorts. He jumped over his car door, and into his driver's seat. He revved up the engine and backed out. He parked the car in front, and walked back to the house.
His father was surprised that Brad didn't react to his doll missing. Maybe it wasn't his or maybe he didn't leave it there. Perhaps one of his frat brothers was pranking Brad? Maybe Chad was? It was a nice sex doll, good heavy rubber, it could take rough action. He smiled, well if Brad didn't know it was missing, so much the better for Thad and his buds.
He waved to his older son, and got into his car and backed out.