"Yo, Chad!" Brad hollered as he burst into Chad's room. " Can I borrow your tennis raq- Whoa, what's my kid bro hiding under his bed? " he had seen the four rubber paws sticking out, and grabbed one.
"Woop!" Chad protested .
"Wicked cool. Chad's gotta deviant side. Ew, cum dripping out of the ass. Lemme check the mouth. Good it's clean!"
" Woop, woop, wo-gggulp! " Chad's attempts to communicate ended when Brad flipped the rubber dog on its back and shoved his coc k down its throat.
"Oh, yeah, this thing is better than I hoped! The throat and mouth have ridges, and the way this balloon thing flops around you could almost swear it was alive. Oh, yeah, yeah," moaned brad as his cock slid in and out of the rubber dog's throat and mouth, while holding on to its two forelegs. He added, "Definitely, taking this back to the frat. The pledges will freak fucking this thing!"
Chad tried to say, no, Brad, I am alive, I am your brother Chad. But he only succeeded in a few squeaks, stimulating Brad's cock root and balls with his inflated rubber tongue.
Brad came and collapsed on Chad with his head next to the dog dildo between Chad's hind legs.
Brad remarked, "Oh, so that's where you deflate it. That will make it easier to transport."
He fumbled with the air valve on Chad's penis head. It was stuck tight. Brad used his teeth to open the valve while holding Chad down with both hands.
Whoooooooooooooooooooosh!
Air rushed out, and Brad squeezed and folded Chad to drain all the air out of him. To get all the air out he sat on the folded sex toy on the floor with the dildo between his legs. With a hissing wheeze, Chad was emptied. Brad stood, and was about to dress when he saw something on Chad's desk.