Ty carried Chad under his arm, and whistled. Chad felt so helpless, and so annoyed. He kept hoping that Ty would let him go and reveal it was a prank. Ty got to a doorway, and shifted Chad around to grip Chad by his crotch.
"Heh, heh," laughed Ty, "Feels like somebody is happy to me owned by me."
Chad was humiliated, he had popped major wood when he put the suit on, but with Ty gripping his bulge, Chad was shooting load after load into the rubber suit which now imprisoned him. He kept hoping Ty would shift him back under his arm, but Ty just gripped Chad's crotch harder. He hurriedly carried his dark grey rubber prize across the pavement between the locker room, and the parking lot. Ty hefted Chad into the back of his pickup truck. Chad was relieved to feel the pressure leave his manhood. The repeat orgasms stopped. Ty flipped Chad over, so that he was face down. NO! screamed Chad's mind, as he began cumming again. He was swimming in his own cum inside the rubber suit. Ty whistled some more, as he tied bungy cords to Chad's ankles and arms. Chad was suspended about a half inch or maybe an inch over the flatbed of the truck.
"How ya hanging, Chad?" Ty asked with a snicker. Then he swatted Chad's butt, and the rubber figure began bouncing up and down. No, oh, no, oh, no, thought Chad. This was torture. He was forced to cum every time his bulge hit the pickup bed.
Ty rubbed Chad's rubbery head, and said, "Hope you enjoy the ride."
The truck roared to life just as Chad was vibrating above the floor of the pickup bed without touching. He sighed in relief. Then he realized that as the truck rolled forward, and went over a speed bump that his hell was just beginning. During the ride, Chad lost count of the times he came. He was practically a gibbering idiot, as Ty undid the bungy cords and lifted him out of the pickup truck. Chad couldn't really focus. He saw an old farmhouse, a gravel road. Oooh, the gravel road. He was so grateful that Ty was carrying him around his waist. No one seemed to be around. It was twilight. Ty carried to Chad into the barn. It was surprisingly clean. No straw, no animals. Ty flipped on the lights, and Chad could see that the barn had been converted to an art studio. Paintings and sculptures decorated the big room. There was a single bed with a quilt in the corner. Ty set Chad on a raised platform in the middle of the room.
Ty walked to the back of the barn, and carried a full-length free standing mirror to where Chad now stood. He had the glass facing away from Chad. He started to speak.
"Yo, Chad, you must be swimming in your jizz now. You are probably relieved to no longer be ejaculating, but in a few hours, I imagine you will be begging for it. Now you're wondering how I know you came?" He spun the mirror around. Chad saw his reflection for the first time since he was clad in the suit. The grey suit was now a shiny black. Damn, he looked good. Oh, his cum turned the suit black? What else was going on here?
Ty opened a bottle of whiskey and filled a glass. He took a deep drink admiring his work. He sat there for nearly an hour admiring Chad. Then he stood.
"Horny yet, Chad? Well, I've been thinking about how to pose you. I think I'll make you squatting on all fours. Gently, Ty repositioned Chad with his legs spread and knees bent. His butt was just a fraction of an inch off the floor, and his arms were between his legs. Then Ty stood up on the platform with his crotch inches from Chad's face. He grabbed the side of Chad's head and began kneading and manipulating them. Chad suddenly realized his ears were moving up the sides of his head. Soon there were two pointy black rubber ears on his head. Chad could see his reflection and Ty's in the mirror, as Ty leaned over and whispered into one of the carefully molded pointy ears on his head.
"How do you like the new look?"
Chad realized he was hearing through them.
"I really cannot make up my mind, dog or cat? I think I'll sleep on it. Then I'll either give you a cat tail or a dog tail. I am tempted to keep most of your facial features, but maybe a muzzle. Well, we'll see. "
Ty picked up his glass, and the bottle of whiskey. He walked to the barn door and shut of the lights. Chad had expected Ty to lie down in the bed, but instead, Ty closed the barn door and left Chad in the darkened barn studio.