Chad was being carried by his cock by his father with only one hand, who then effortlessly tossed the inflated rubber man into his darkened Playroom. Briefly, Chad saw his father's silhouette in the open door frame, but the door closed and he was plunged into darkness. He realized just how helpless he had become. He was a total lightweight. At least he was safe from Rick, at least for now.
He tried to move, to get up, to call for help, but to no avail. He couldn't see a thing. It was totally dark. He had wanted to go into his father's secret room since he was little. Now that he was here, he was disappointed that he couldn't see a thing. The room was windowless. He heard cars drive away, and birds chirping. His dog Max barked a few times, probably at squirrels or cats. Chad lay there alone with his thoughts. He kicked himself mentally for letting Rick do this to him. It had to be temporary. There had to be a way to communicate. Oh, gawd, what would his father do with him. He didn't think his dad would be interested in a male sex doll, but his father was always "recycling" things. Chad the inflatable rubber male sex doll might end up cut up, and reimagined as an inner tube for the lake, waders for fishing or a female sex doll. Chad lay there trying to scream. The best he could manage were a few squeaks.
There was a flash of light, and he heard paws and panting. That's right there was a dog door in the back, and Max had just come in.
"Mmmks," squeaked Chad deflating slightly with each squeak.
"Rowlf?" Max barked uncertainly.
Chad felt a wet nose and hot breath on his torso as Max sniffed trying to make sense of the rubbery Chad's new scent.
There was a bark of recognition, and Max started licking his transformed master. Chad was relieved, somebody recognized him.