Chad couldn't believe it. He really was an inanimate rubber tire- not just a tire, but a tractor tire for Arlo. He lay there for several minutes trying to move, at least he could still see, but everything smelled like rubber.
Finally, Arlo returned. He shook the tailgate, and patted his new tractor tire, and smiled. Payback was better than sex. He smiled as he considered alternate uses for Chad when the replacement tire he ordered arrived in a few months. He adjusted his crotch. Payback and sex, hm, maybe he'd turn Chad back into the blue rubber man, and then shrink him down into a condom. He pulled Chad's phone out of his pocket, and opened Chad's date list. He grinned. Yeah, there were over 200 girls listed, maybe that would teach Chad as lesson, if he spent 3 months as a tractor tire working in the mud and manure on the farm, and then spent the next 200 or more days as Arlo's condom being used on each of his former conquests. He'd spend the next day mostly as a spent goo soaked condom, then he'd become the blue man again- almost human- then he'd be shrunk into another new unused condom.
"Oh, yeah!" Arlo said. He reached into Chad's gym bag, and pulled out some soft cotton fabric. he pulled his cock out of his jeans, wrapped Chad's jockstrap pouch around his cock, and started masturbating as he drove back to the farm. He blew three loads into Chad's jockstrap, and shoved his new cum rag back into his new gym bag. By the time he reached the farm, Arlo no longer thought about returning Chad to his human form. He drove up to the barn, where a tractor stood up on a block with one tire missing. They were custom tires and took months to get. They had to use the old tractor to plow under the field for the winter. It took three times longer than it would have with the new tractor. This time Arlo ordered a full set of tires, after Chad spoiled the replacement tire. The original had gotten hooked on a buried piece of an old metal post and gotten ripped to shreds. Too bad it wasn't Chad then, because then Arlo could have restored him. Hm, if he got two more guys. Nah, there were prices for magic, and as expensive as they were it wasn't worth it. Still Chad's actions made him a freebie as far as magical prices were concerned - at least that was the way Arlo figured it.
He opened the back of the tailgate, spread and tilted Chad upright, and wheeled him down the boards serving as a ramp. Chad's mind was reeling. He was screaming mentally, but as far as Arlo and the world were concerned he was just a rubber tractor tire.
Smoosh! Arlo rolled the tire off the ramp, onto the gravel and dirt driveway, and right through a pile of horse manure.
Yuck! Chad could feel and taste the manure that seemed to be coating his tongue, palate, and tongue. He couldn't even cough it out.
Arlo laughed, "Yeah, Chad, get used to the taste. This farm is organic, so we only use manure to fertilize our fields."
At the tractor, Arlo hefted Chad up on the empty wheel mounted to the tractor. He pulled a tube out of his pocket and started to lube up the flanges of the tire, then he pulled the inner tube out the big tire. Arlo used a tire iron to put the tire around the wheel, then he popped it partway out of the wheel again and carefully positioned the tube around the cold steel wheel. He grabbed Chad's cock - er, the inner tube's valve, and put it through the rim hole in the wheel. Then he secured the lubed tire around the wheel. Chad was mounted to the tractor.
Oh, shit! thought Chad. Please not this!
Then Arlo turned on the air compressor, and shoved the air valve into Chad's cock, and began to fill him to factory specs. Chad couldn't believe it. His whole body felt like he would explode, it was like he was about to cum. He was totally edged. Then Arlo screwed the cap onto Chad's air valve.
NO!
A few minutes later, the tractor roared to life, and pulled out of the barn area and headed toward the field. Then Arlo shut the tractor down as the sun started to set. He stepped down, and kicked Chad with his boot.
"Yeah, tomorrow you start earning your keep."
Chad slowly sank in the muddy soil, he bemoaned his fate, but he kept telling himself that Arlo wouldn't go through with this. It was just a prank, he wouldn't really leave him this way. Still a little voice deep inside whispered, "It is real, Chad. We're totally screwed." Screwed? Damn, why did I have to think that? I really need to screw someone, I cannot even jack off now, but I need to - I really need to....