Every day for the next 30 days, Chad's brother unknowingly drove the tractor with Chad as one of his tires. Brad would be dirty and sweaty from a hard days work, Chad would filthy caked with mud, muck, dirt and weeds. Arlo would greet Brad at the end of each day, offering a massage and a beer. It was maddening for Chad, Arlo had turned him into a tire, and now was romancing his older brother.
"Good work, Brad, the fields have been plowed, seeded, and fertilized. So you can put the tractor back in the barn, probably won't need it until harvest time," Arlo said.
"You got it boss," Brad replied, "I guess I can get started on the fence repairs tomorrow." Brad drove the tractor round to the barn, and hosed off the tires. It was the first time Chad felt clean in what felt like ages. Then Brad stowed the tractor in the barn.
"So Brad, you wanna join me for a little celebration in the jacuzzi. Got some champagne on ice. Why don't you go shower, and I'll lock up and be in shortly?"
"Sounds good to me, Arlo," Brad said, "But I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"You don't need one."
"Haha, well, if you wanna plow my field, you better have a condom."
"Don't worry, I'll wear a condom when I plow your ass," Arlo replied, "Now git cleaned up - inside and out!"
Brad jibed, "Yesh, shir, boss, mastuh, shir, your boy Brad will clean itself inside and out."
"Brad," Arlo said shaking his head as Brad backed out of the barn while bowing.
Arlo hung up a shovel and pitchfork on the wall. Then he walked over to the tractor and kicked the tire. He said, "Okay, Chad, get up, and get over by the hose. Gotta get you cleaned up." He kicked Chad in the ribs. Chad realized he was no longer a tire. He peeled his body off the wheel, and stood. He still was caked with dried mud. He wobbled on his legs. He was still blue rubber. Arlo swatted his butt, "Get a move on."
Chad tried to answer but his lips were sealed together. He managed some muffled grunts, but that was it. He headed out the barn door and stood on the concrete pad next to the hose where earlier Brad had hosed off the tractor before moving it into the barn. Arlo picked up the hose and blasted Chad. He didn't speak, just gestured for Chad to turn around, bend over, raise arms, so that he could wash Chad clean.
"Ah, that's better, blue boy," Arlo whispered shutting off the hose. He strolled up to Chad, reached down, grabbed Chad's big toe, and stood up. Chad a was pulled off his feet, but he didn't hit his head. He dangled from Arlo's thumb and index finger. He was action figure sized. "Your bro said he wanted safe sex, so guess who is going to be my condom?"
Chad squeaked, "nh, nh, nh -"
Arlo shook him, and was instantly holding an unopened blue condom. Arlo looked through the clear blue pouch at the image of Chad's face embossed on the tip of the condom. He tucked the condom into the fifth pocket of his Levi's. Arlo put away the hose. Shut off lights, and secured the barn doors.
Arlo whistled Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Relax, as he headed back to the house, where Brad was soaking naked in the jacuzzi on the deck. He grinned as he admired Brad's naked tanned buff physique from his bedroom window as he stripped down. He sprayed himself with Axe body spray, and fished his new blue condom out of his discarded jeans. He grabbed two glasses and the champagne out of the freezer, and headed out to the deck.
"Don't get up, here are the glasses, I'll pop the bubbly!" Arlo said.
Chad was shocked that he could hear Arlo's thoughts when his blue body was in contact with Arlo's skin.
*Brad's big cock is wasted on that bottom boy.* thought Arlo -*just like Chad's*