Chad could hear the fourth man coming out of the bathroom, and he didn't want to see another cock, as he was sure he would pounce on it to suck it. He licked his lips. Damn, he really loved cock now. How fucked up was that? He knew he didn't before he put on that green outfit, he also weighed a hell of a lot more then too. What had happened to him? Who had done this to him, and why? As long as he kept sucking cocks, he would never find out. He slid toward the end of the bed between Bruno and Rick, as soon as he was gone Bruno and Rick moved closer to one another, and Chad ducked under the bed.
The fourth man was barefoot. Chad found himself staring at the guy's big feet, and imagining the guy's boner. He licked his lips.
"Hey, where's Chad!" the fourth guy shouted.
"Right here," mumbled Rick petting Bruno's shoulder, as he shoved his cock between Bruno's butt cheeks.
Bruno moaned happily.
"That's Bruno, Rick," said the fourth man testily.
"Huh? Oh, fuck. If that's Bruno, where's Chad?"
Rod yawned, "Probably in the john douching his holes."
"Nope, I was just in the john," said the fourth man.
Damn, Chad knew that voice, but he couldn't think whose it was.
"You were douching yourself?" Rod asked sleepily.
"No. I was taking a piss."
"Oh, Chad would've drunk it. He drunk mine," commented Bruno.
That explained the acrid taste in Chad's mouth.
"And a dump."
"He'd've prolly eaten that now that he's been reprogrammed. Damn, it's hard to believe Most Valuable Pussyboi was ever a stud," sighed Bruno, "But you totally ruined him for women, so he's somewhere around here. Did you look under the bed?"
"He wouldn't be under the bed. He might've wandered off though. I better put on some trunks and go looking for him."
"Yeah. You do that," mumbled Rick.
"Aren't any of you going to help?"
"Cocksucker is bound to come back as soon as he gets hungry,"said Bruno.
"Well, I'm getting dressed," said the fourth man. His feet turned away from Chad, and he lifted one foot. Chad silently peered out from under the bed. He recognized that muscular butt, he had given it a rim job earlier. Then as instructed he licked that man's taint, balls, and after swallowing his huge cock, Chad had looked up from his pubes, up his hairy treasure trail, and into his leering face. He knew who the fourth man was now. His hand slipped to his now permanently smooth abs and crotch. He used to have a treasure trail and pubes like his master. Master? Fuck, the fourth man was his master. Chad was his special order.
(Oops this goes on another chapter. Will try to correct today)
Chad vividly remembered being human. He missed his former muscular body. He found himself envying the muscular cowboy who took another drag on his cigarette before stamping it into the ground, and climbing back into the tractor and revving the engine. Chad found himself thinking it might be fun bring Arlo's wetsuit, if he couldn't be human himself. He strongly doubted Arlo woukd ever give anything he owned away. He might sell it. Chad imagined another high school quarterback buying the wetsuit after Arlo was done with it. He could be human, sort of, vicariously through his wearer's.
Another thought Chad as he rolled through the muck churning the soil. Maybe Arlo would make him human, and keep Chad as his naked houseboy? Arlo had suggested that once while pissing on Chad, hadn't he? Or was that Chad's own thought. After weeks of being Arlo's tractor tire, he had forgotten that he had ever been free. He was owned by Arlo now, and even if he was human ever again, he couldn't imagine not being owned by Arlo.