"Nice try stud, but you need more practice," the boss said shoving Chad's head away from his crotch. They had arrived. White cum dribbled from Chad's latex head. He had only managed to suck off one load on the five minute trip.
"Julio, Matteo, ven aca! We got that new rubber lining for our hootchy-kootchy van!"
Chad's eyes widened. He knew what the Hootchy-Kootchy Van was. It's other nickname was the date rape van. It was a legend, now apparently it was going to become a reality - with him as the upholstery!
Story was that a group of jocks outfitted a van with black rubber and video cameras, and made it a mobile dungeon. They would roofie girls and have their way with the girls in the van. Then hose it out to destroy the evidence. None of them owned the van, so even if the girls remembered the van, the police would be unable to link it to the jocks. Among girls, the van was known as the rubber nightmare room on wheels. It was an urban legend, like kidney thieves leaving victims in tubs of ice. No, the gang leader was just trying to frighten- what the fuck, he was a roll of flat latex material. This was real. They had already made him a cocksucker, as far as they were concerned he was a thing now. He couldn't even speak. He was sure they would flatten his head too, but surprisingly they didn't. Damn, he wished he'd paid attention in Spanish class. They were talking so fast, he could only make out every third or fourth word.
The two guys -presumably Matteo and Julio- grabbed his rolled up body and carried him to a plain looking black van. There were no windows in the sides, and only doors on the back like a delivery van. The back doors were open. There was a metal wall between the cab and the back of the van. He could see all sorts of electronics - cams and mics mounted to the walls which his rubberized body would soon be concealing. They unrolled his flattened body and unfolded it. He hadn't realized they had folded it, but since it was twelve feet wide unrolled, and he had been a four foot long roll in the pickup he realized they had to fold him and then roll him around the cardboard tube. The men went to work with rollers and small wooden tools molding the black latex that was Chad's body on to the interior ceiling, floor and walls of the van. His head ended up sticking out of the wall between the cab and the van with a sea of black latex all around him. He felt so strange. He could feel them standing on him, and crimping his body against the walls. He realized they had sprayed the interior with something as his body adhered to the walls, ceiling and floor readily at first. Then they sprayed more clear spray on the surface when his body stopped sticking. He soon covered every square inch of the back of the van including the windowless doors. They had molded his flesh around the tiny openings for the black camera lenses and microphones.
When they were satisfied, they called the boss. He nodded approval and pointed at change saying something like limp pee on it. Which didn't sound good or make much sense.
The short guy disappeared and returned with a bucket and rag. He was wearing heavy industrial gloves and black rubber apron. He went to work rubbing Chad's black latex head. The latex came off. Chad was not flattened. The boss returned with a tablet, and turned on the cam. He turned it so Chad could see himself. His disembodied head mounted on a black rubber wall.
He laughed. And he and his fellows left. They closed the doors sealing Chad into the dark empty van.