Bruno disappeared, returned and went silently to work. His initial attempts seemed to peel or wash right off. He frowned. Then pulled out a brown bottle. The contents had an acstringent smell. He used heavy rubber gloves and a rag to rub it all over Chad's blue rubber hide. It burned as it was applied. Worse yet it emphasized to Chad his new cow shape with tail, horns and cocked up udder.
Bruno waited for Chad to dry. Then he resumed painting.
"Wowwee! Bruno, great paint job. Really looks like Chad is a real cow-boy!" Arlo roared with laughter. Of course, Chad couldn't see itself, but Arlo's reaction was enough to let Chad know that he would be well used before the day was done.
"Thanks. Almost forgot," Bruno said.
He reached into a brown paper bag, he produced a red cowboy hat with a white star on it. He had written with black marker on the white star. It read, "CHAD" with "23" under the name.
Bruno put the hat over Chad's human faced cow head behind his horns and ears. Then he secured it with a tight knot under Chad's chin. Adding, "Don't want it coming off while cow-Chad is being ridden."
Chad was left staring out of the pool enclosure while Arlo, and Bruno went to work with Brad preparing for the fundraising organization to raise money to find missing Chad. The irony that the guy they were trying to find was going to be a party favor fuck toy was not lost on Chad.
"Food's spread. Dj's setting up. Looks like we're ready to party, Brad, Bruno, what say we break in the cow boy Chad?" Arlo drawled.
"I dunno. It's got Chad's face. Really good likeness, Bruno, but it's kinda creepy," Brad said.
"Aw, c'mon, Brad, it's lot less creepy than those blowup sheep you fucked at your frat house. I mean you showed me pix!" Arlo laughed.
"I call udder!" Bruno said positioning his bum hole under one Chad's 4 cocks.
"C'mon, Brad. Heads or tails?"
"I always pick heads."
"Fine, I'll fuck its rubber ass, while you take its mouth."
"Wait. Heads or tails? I thought we were flipping a coin to see whether- oh, what the fuck. It ain't really Chad, and it's even got handlebars."
Soon Chad was being used in a four way or was it a three way? After all only Arlo knew Chad wasn't a masturbatory sex aid. Techno dance music blared from the speakers.
Two sticky loads soon filled Chad's rubber mouth and ass. Bruno's load covered the pool deck. All three men were moaning.
Brad looked down into Chad's unpainted blue rubber eyes, and asked, "Yo bro, was it as good for you as it was for me?" Then he laughed, "Chad's prolly laughing his ass off at what we're doing. If'n he knows what we're doing." Brad sighed with sadness he added, "If he's still alive."
"I know he is," Arlo said reassuringly. Of course, he knew his cock was still buried in Brad's rubberized inflatable former brother's nether regions. He made sure that cowboy Chad could hear the thoughts of others with skin to skin contact, but not communicate in return.
"Dang, I think the cowboy may have sprung a leak. I'll just grab my vinyl patch paint, and make sure it udders are sealed," Bruno said.
The sound of cars pulling up the gravel road resulted in Chad being abandoned so Brad, Arlo and Bruno could greet the guests.
Chad recognized most of the guys who used his face. He could guess from the limited conversations who were riding his cocks and ass.
Rod's thoughts shocked him, as did Rick's. Did all his teammates fantasize about fucking him silly? All of the rivals from other school football teams sure did.
The worst part was his balls were churning, but Bruno's rubber seals meant he couldn't blow any more loads of air.
"DANG! We raised $10,000! Somebody is sure to come forward with news about Chad," Brad said happily. He was obviously drunk.
"You're in no condition to drive,Brad. Bruno help me get Brad to bed."
"Buh, I gotta help clean nup," Brad protested.
"We'll take care of it tomorrow. Bedtime, Brad."
Bruno and Arlo helped Brad into the house and put him to bed in Arlo's bed.
Within an hour, everyone was gone.
Arlo strolled up to Chad who lay on its side next to the pool with its udders lewdly facing Arlo.
"Well, cow boy. Looks like you got a lot of fan boys. Heh, heh. Too bad the reward is only $10,000. If it was $100,000 or more, I might be inclined to change you back into human flesh. I mean first off no one would believe you, secondly, your friends and Brad woukd be upset that they actually fucked you, so your only option if human again is to pretend to have amnesia," remarked Arlo, "flesh? Hm? Maybe, you do look like a milker."
Chad felt himself growing more solid. He could move. Soon Chad was up on all fours on his own power. Damn, he needed to cum. His hooves couldn't reach his swollen cocks. He was still a cowboy, but a flesh and bone cowboy.
Chad looked up and said, "Moo?"
"Yeah, you earned your place in the barn. Tomorrow morning Brad will milk you. Only question is "is it cream" or "is it cum"? Titus- my bull- will be pleased to have a new bride. And we could use some new calves," Arlo said as he tied the rope around Chad's neck, and brushed his palm over Chad's bristly black and white cow hide.
Then he led Chad to the barn.
Chad followed sullenly. For the first time in months, he felt alive. He had been sorely abused as a tire, then as a sex toy. He wasn't human, but he was alive again. Even if he was mostly cow, he wasn't a rubber thing, he was flesh and bone.
Ensconced in a stall, Chad looked at Arlo, and in a pleading tone said, "Moo. Moo, moo, moo."
Arlo laughed, "Bruno did such a good paint job on you Chad, you look like a real cow from the head down." He paused. "I really should do something about your face. I'm half drunk. I'm tired and horny as hell," he yawned, "and your cute bro Brad is naked, unconscious and all alone in my bed. Good night, cow boy."
The stall was latched. Arlo was gone.
"MOO!" Chad bellowed.