Chad was totally immobile. He was no longer moving, changing or able to make a sound. He just stood in the garage on all fours, all four tires. It was infuriating.
At last Zeb returned. He reeked of manure. His overalls were stained with it too. Zeb put his grimy gloved hand on Chad's handle. Oh, gawd, he's really going to get inside me, and he's covered in shit, Chad thought in a panic. washing
"Done for the day, now to relax at the beach. Hey you'd like to spend Saturday afternoon at the beach, Chad" Zeb paused. He took his hand off the door handle. Then looked at the shiny new truck, then he looked down at his dirty boots, gloves and clothing. He disappeared from Chad's view. Chad shortly heard running water.
When Zeb returned this time, he was naked but clean. He carried a towel and some other fabric with him.
"There all nice and clean for the beach. My suit is still wet from its washing but should dry by the time we get to the beach. With this bod and a hot new truck, maybe I'll get lucky?" He put the towel and swimsuit inside Chad on the passenger seat. Then he took a beach blanket and beach chair off the garage shelf, and went to load them into the pickup bed. His flopping dick and pubes pressed against Chad's metal side, as he secured the chair and blanket with a cargo net. The pressing of the flesh against his cold metal body made Chad realize how much he'd lost. His cock, his balls, his muscled flesh, and his humanity.
Then as Chad wallowed in his grief, Zeb sat down in the driver's seat. His warm damp naked hairy as s pressed against Chad's leather seat. It was the one part of his body that felt a little like his old flesh. Bare skin pressed against bare skin. It brought back a long forgotten memory. When Zeb and Chad had been in elementary school, before Chad had decided farmboys were beneath him, they had gone skinny dipping together, and then wrestled naked. Zeb and pinned and sat on the then smaller Chad. He had said to Chad, "now I own you, Chad!" announcing his victory.
Just then, Zeb opened Chad's glove box and removed a paper. He took out a pen from behind his ear and lay the paper on the dashboard, and began writing. Instantly, Chad knew Zeb was writing on Chad's pink slip. The pink slip had been Chad's ownership of himself. It had been signed by Chad though he didn't recall signing it. Chad was now the former owner of himself. Zeb wrote his is own name in the new owner box and added his address. Chad knew he was now owned by Zeb, and Zeb's garage was his new home.
Zeb announced cheerfully, "Now I own you, Chad." Zen didn't say it, but in Chad's mind the words "now and forevermore" echoed after those words. Chad went back into shock, as he realized that Zen was his owner. It was an inescapable fact.Chad was Zeb's new truck. Chad was owned. Zeb is Chad's owner. Chad belonged to Zeb.
Chad was so wrapped up in his self realization that he was no longer his own man, he hadn't noticed Zeb put his vehicle title back in Chad's glove box; retrieved his cellphone to snap some pix of his new truck, along with some naked selfies, and then calls his insurance company to give them Chad's VIN (vehicle identification number); open the garage door, get back in the driver's seat and start the engine.
What did break Chad's horrified revelry was Zeb's firm bare hand on Chad's hard cock. No, it was now his manual hear shifter. Zen pulled out of the garage and headed to the beach.