Chad heard the sound of air rushing out. He looked down there was an open plastic valve sticking out of his cock, and air was rushing out. Chad flailed his arms helplessly as he felt his knees fold beneath him. He was on his knees, he was naked, he was blue, and he was deflating like some sort of pool toy. He doubled over at the waist. His dick blasting air in his face and sounding like a raspberry blaring on forever. Eventually, the wind was completely out of him, and he lay there neatly folded with his feet and shins laying on the dirt. His thighs were on top of his deflated calves, and his face and chest were on top of the calves and buried in the dirt.
He could hear footsteps approaching in the dusty soil.
"My, my, Chad, you are even self-folding it would seem. You make a very obliging sex doll. Bet you cannot wait to be blown up. Too bad it won't be by a girl," said a feminine sounding voice. Then he felt hot breath on his ear, and the voice whispered loudly, "You're going to be a gay sex doll." He is picked up and doubled over again with his face buried in himself, and he is loaded into a plastic bag, and then a box. But who? Chad wonders. The voice had a familiar tone. He wracked his brains. He lay in the box for hours, and then suddenly, it is ripped open and the blue male sex doll is taken out by one of the Chad's teammates.