Chad keyed in Brad's speed dial.
Please answer, thought Chad as it rang once, twice, three times. Brad picked up on the fourth ring.
Thank god, Brad, you're there - is what Chad wanted to say, but only the faint noise of rubber squeaking against rubber came out as he spoke. His rubber tongue moved across his rubber lips, and against the rubber roof of his mouth, but no other sound emanated from him.
"Hullo?" Brad hiss whispered. "Rick? Listen, I told you I had a date. I know Chad ate the candy, and is now a rubber toy. So- Rick, are you listening? Bet the idiot butt dialed me," sighed Brad. To himself Brad added, "Well, after the next two weeks, Rick can have fun with Chad for the rest of the school year, and then I get him for the rest of his miserable life." Another voice shouted in the distance, "Brad, what's taking so long?" Brad replied, "Nuth-" And the phone went dead/
Chad stared at the silent phone until the screen went dark.
He couldn't call anyone, he couldn't speak. Brad who should be his logical ally was behind this with Rick. Owned for the rest of his miserable life? He didn't think so. Why would Brad - oh, yeah, Chad broke his high school records, and would probably break his college ones too....still they are brothers. Chad shook his head and focused on the other things hidden in the cubby hole at the back of Rick's locker. It went clear through into the locker on the other side.
Meanwhile, Rick's sides ached from laughing as he binge watched Stranger Things. "Seriously, this is scary?" He munched his microwave popcorn and checked his watch, "Two more hours." Maybe he should call Brad? Nah, better wait until he can live stream pix. It would be a fun couple weeks breaking Chad in, but there was no way Brad was going to own Chad. After all, thought Rick, as he played with his cock, the two jock bros were the same height, and built alike, they could almost be twins. Heh, heh, twin rubber toys, thought Rick with a wicked smile.