Chad was in hell. He was naked, but he was a rubber tractor tire. His own brother was driving the tractor as Chad was swimming in earth and manure as the tractor churned up the soil in Arlo's fields. He soon was dizzy from all the spinning. He has given up screaming after the first hour.
After about an four hours, the tractor stopped. Brad stepped down, and undid his fly. He muttered to himself, "Arlo said I got this gig because of some guy named Chad. I feel like I should know who Chad is, but the harder I try to remember, the more I feel like there never was a Chad at all. Was there?" He shrugged and stood in front of the tire that had been his kid brother Chad, and unleashed a torrent of piss.
Chad was so horny and dizzy, and blind. He was encased in a inch or more of muck. He heard his brother's muffled muttering. Then he felt the hot liquid blasting away the muck covering his hard rubber body. It stung his eyes, and tasted weird, but it was ten times better than the muck.
Brad climbed back in the tractor cab and ate his packed lunch. He muttered to himself a few times about "that guy named Chad." There seemed to be an empty space in his memory, like something should be there about Chad, but had gone missing. He finished lunch, shrugged, and started the engine.
Chad had been enjoying the fresh air after being partially washed off by Brad. The roar of the engine, and the lurching forward of the tractor soon buried Chad in field muck.
Chad enjoyed a brief respite when the tractor stopped after two hours, and Brad took a five minute break to drain his bladder. Chad was horrified to the realization that he was actually looking forward to Brad's next piss break. Was this part of Arlo's revenge? Make Chad get off by being pissed on by his brother?
It was getting dark when Brad drove the tractor back toward the barn. He shutdown the engine, got out, looked around, and seeing he was alone, he unzipped his fly and walked over to the tire, and began to piss. He had only been peeing for about 10 seconds when Arlo emerged from the barn. He walked over next to Brad, unzipped and joined him pissing on Chad.
"Oh, hey, Arlo, hope you don't mind that-"
"Go on piss. This old tire is as good a urinal as any," Arlo smirked.
Chad was enjoying the two hot streams so much, he orgasmed. Arlo coughed to suppress his reflexive laugh when he heard Chad moan in ecstasy just before the streams stopped, and Brad and Arlo shook the last drops from their penises.
Brad and Arlo walked off. As Brad drove away in his truck, Arlo shouted," See you tomorrow, Brad."
Arlo chuckled as he strode over to the tractor, and kicked Chad so hard that a clump of muck fell off the other side.
"Your brother is a keeper, Tireboy," Arlo walked away chuckling.
Chad didn't know what Arlo meant by that, but he didn't like the sound of it.