As Snake watched, the rubber jockstrap writhed and twisted on the floor. Then there was the sound like a boxing glove hitting a bag. A rubber mitt stuck out of the jockstrap. It sounded like a boxing workout. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud ... and each thud pushed a human body part out of the rubber jockstrap. At last it stopped. Ryan Standish wasn't recognizable. It looked more like a mannequin than a man. There were no zippers or seams, only rubber. And its cock was trapped inside the rubber as just a faint bulge. The face was all air valve. Ryan could breathe, and probably smell and suck through the mouth opening on the otherwise smooth face. His ears and eyes were obscured. Snake walked over to examine his new toy. It looked like an expensive sex toy, not the missing quarterback.
"So how about a blowjob?" he asked.
The rubber drone stood there silent.
Snake walked over next to Ryan, and cupped his hands around the faint bulge where Ryan's right ear should be. He shouted into his cupped hands, "How about a blowjob?"
"Mmmmpt!" said the drone dropping to his knees. He apparently was blind and partly deaf, but he was eager.
Snake walked around, and shoved his dick into the rubbery mouth access hole. He felt warm wet slobber around his dick as it entered.
"Oh, yeah, that's a good sex toy," laughed Snake petting the drone's rubber head.
He expected Ryan to collapse into the rubberized jockstrap after he came, so he held back as long as he could. At last Ryan's aministrations were too much for him. Jason's knees buckled as he blew his load into rubberized Ryan.
SPLOOGE!