Bob flipped the doll over, and roughly rammed his cock inside the now inflatable quarterback. "Yeah, you're MVP for sure, most valuable pussy!"
After rough sex with his heavy duty rubber sex doll, Bob lay there with his arm around the doll cuddling it. The fact that it had once been human just made it all the hotter for Bob.
Chad was sobbing uncontrollably out the valve in his cock.
Bob squeezed the doll tightly, saying, "I know you feel sad and empty when I'm not inside you, but all your sobbing is making me hard, and I've got work to do." Bob sat up grabbed a bag of chips off his nightstand, and took the bag clip off the open bag and clamped Chad's yellow rubber dick with it. He added there that's better, and sat back in bed eating chips while fingerings various parks of the sex doll's anatomy. He muttered between mouthfuls of crunchy chips, "I gotta throw a sex doll party."
Chad still was sobbing. He would never eat chips again. He had no idea his teammates were such twisted fucks. Was everybody like this? How would he have reacted if he had found Bob in the locker room transformed into a sex doll talking out of his dick.
He shuddered as he thought about it. He'd probably have made a joke about Bob talking out of his dick, when he usually talked out his ass. Chad wondered if there was a way to put a bigger valve in a sex doll where the rosebud was? Air rushing out as his duck slid in and out of a tight valve would probably feel great. What was he thinking?
In the meantime, Bob had gotten his latex paints together, spread a tarp on the floor, tossed Chad on the tarp, and started painting him with flesh colored paint. Chad could only lie there silently with his dick clamped shut while his eyes were painted over. He could no longer see. Bob applied multiple coats.
"Now if word gets back to Jim about a lifelike sex doll that looks like Chad, he won't think it's you because the doll isn't yellow," Bob explained. "Oh, and we can't have you blabbing telling guys you really are Chad can we," Bob said unclamping Chad's cock.
Chad wheeled, "Please, Bob, we-"
Bob shoved a tiny funnel into the piss slit valve and began pouring paint down it.
"Bub, glub, bbbbbu.. " sluttered Chad before going silent.
"I might have heard you out, if you addressed me properly as Master Robert, dollboy. You need to remember your place now toy. You ain't the quarterback or team captain any more, you're just my sex doll. Got it?
He finished adding sa half dozen coats to Chad's permanently inflated penis. Then began texting and making calls.
"Yeah, Bruno, can I use your barn tomorrow for an orgy. I got a new sex doll that looks like Chad. Huh? Oh, sure you can invite your cuz Ryan from upstate. He really loathes Chad? Oh, you guys beat his team in the regional? Yeah, no bring him? Cover? Uh, well, you're supplying the barn, but I'll need at least $10 to cover the beer. Okay $20 a head."
Chad listened to Bob inviting many of his teammates, half the chess club, and dozens of guys Chad didn't really know at all. He was surprised no one declined the opportunity to fuck him, even if they thought it was only an effigy.
After the last call, Bob chortled and flopped back on his bed, "I was right, I did catch Coach Sanchez eying your sweet ass, Chad. He wants a go at you tomorrow night too.
"Damn, it's late. I better get to bed. Nighty, night, former Chad."
Former Chad? Chad thought miserably. He couldn't speak, his valve was clogged with hardening paint.