Will took a sip of his beer and sighed in relief. His job wasn’t hard per se, but it was exhausting. Lots of little tedious work that wasn’t interesting enough to keep his mind occupied but was too complex to really zone out on. After eight hours of it, he needed to unwind a little before he went home, and on fridays he gave himself the special treat of having a couple cold ones at the local bar. Today was a little special, or at least a little different, because his coworker Jason had decided to tag along. They were work acquaintances, not really friends yet, but good heavens was Jason easy on the eyes. He was a gym rat. A fitness addict, if such a thing existed. He didn’t do body building, so he wasn’t a bundle of muscles, but he was perfectly fit and devastatingly handsome. Truth be told, Will had a half a crush on him, and he’d had it almost since the day Jason had been hired. Now that they were hanging out, and not just during business hours, Will found his heart fluttering a bit at the possibility that maybe this guy was interested in something more than a drinking buddy.

He cleared his throat and took another sip. The mere thought of it had him feeling like he was in high school again, awkwardly feeling his way through the ‘taking the temperature’ phase of a potential relationship.

“So, uh,” Will said. “So I’m gay. Just so you know.”

He winced. Who the heck started their first non-work conversation like that?

“Oh yeah?” Jason said.

It wasn’t a disinterested, dismissive ‘oh yeah’. It was a bright, interested ‘oh yeah,’ like the sort of thing you’d say in response to a neat piece of film trivia.

“Yeah. It’s a little tough. There aren’t so many other gay guys in town. At least, not so many that I’m friendly with. It can be a little isolating.”

“I can imagine,” Jason paused. “When’d you figure it out?”

“That I was gay?” he said.

“Yeah.”

“I sort of always knew. Why?”

“I had a couple friends who were gay and one time–this is years ago–one time they convinced me to go to a gay bar with them. I mean, from my point of view I was just going to a bar with my friends. The gay part didn’t really enter into it. But when I got there, it was some kind of a theme night. Big, special event. They called it ‘muscle night’ or something like that. Not an official, legitimate bodybuilding competition. Just sort of a flex-off. You get up there, you take your shirt off, they oil you up and you kind of flex for a while. The audience would vote. Round of applause. So I was watching and, you know, I appreciate a well-built body. There were some really fit guys. But my buddies started talking about how none of the guys up there had half the body I did. I was going to say ‘hey guys, it’s not a contest.’ But, you know. It was a contest. They worked on me for a couple minutes and I figured, you know what? What have I got to lose?”

“Yeah?” Will said, not wanting to delay any more of the story with his own smalltalk.

“So I went up there. Off came the shirt and these two guys oiled me up. I was wearing shorts, so they went ahead and did my thighs, too. I think that was more for them than for me. I stepped out and started strutting my stuff and the place went nuts. I ended up winning the whole thing.”

“I’m not surprised,” Will said.

“But, you know… I think about that day a lot. A whole room full of guys. Real fit, sharp looking guys. And they were just staring at me. I could see it in their eyes that they wanted me. Like they’d go full caveman and just bonk me on the head and drag me home like a trophy if they could. Plus the two guys who greased me up. Just sort of running their hands over me. Working me over to feel what I had to offer. It was the most erotic, thrilling moment of my life.”

He took another sip.

“So, yeah. That’s when I knew.”

He glanced up to see what was on TV, like he hadn’t just told a smoldering story of sexual awakening. Will took a moment to collect himself and wiped his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling.

“Right, so. I guess we have more in common than our job,” Will said.

“I guess so,” Jason said with a smile.

~~~

That was the beginning of, if not a relationship, at least a much more open friendship. It turned out both of them were pretty heavy Discord users, so will found himself spending most evenings chatting with Jason about just about anything that came to their minds. They didn’t have very many interests in common, besides the obvious, but there was something really fun about listening to someone talk about something they were deeply into. After a few days of it, Will had picked up some of Jason’s interests in earnest and vice versa.

On this particular night, Will had stayed up entirely too long with his laptop open and his guilty pleasure of a website in an incognito tab. He was, unbeknownst to any of even his closest friends, hopelessly addicted to TF stories. He’d discovered the fetish a few years ago and there was nothing more certain to get him off than a good old story of some hot guy getting squashed into some cartoony shape or another, completely helpless, rendered nothing but a plaything. He grinned at the spot on his bedroom wall that he purposely left undecorated so that he could imagine pinning a pancaked hunk there to gaze at before bed each night.

Tonight he’d decided to take some time to organize and rank some of the classics that he kept going back to. It was nice to have a list for when he got the itch for something specific sometimes. A notification popped up in the corner of his screen.

Jason: Dude, Is there a good smoothie place in town?

Will smirked.

Will: I just ordered from one today. Here you go. This is one of my favorites.

He pasted in a link to the menu and clicked away. After about five seconds, his brain nudged him. That link had some very familiar words in it that weren’t terribly smoothie related. He tabbed back over and glanced at the link. His eyes shot open.

He’d pasted a link to his all-time-favorite flattening story. It must have still been in the clipboard when he thought he’d grabbed the menu link. He hastily deleted the message and scrambled to replace it with the actual menu. He hit send. A moment or two of blinking dots produced the reply.

Jason: Thanks for sharing, man. Looks good!

Will sighed in relief. He enjoyed his chats with Jason. The last thing he needed was Jason thinking he was a freak or a pervert, but it looked like he’d dodged a bullet. Sure, there was enough time for him to have clicked the first link, but… He shook his head. No. He wouldn’t think about that. Better to pretend it never happened and hope for the best.

~~~

A few months later, possibly the first really worthwhile thing his job had ever given him besides a paycheck came in the form of a mandate from management that two employees be sent to a work conference in Las Vegas. The company paid for airfare and hotels, and the two people they picked were him and Jason. A whole week in Vegas with the one person from work he actually enjoyed hanging out with!

It was already the third day. The conference was flying by. The sessions weren’t exactly enthralling, but they could have been worse. And they were worth it for the evenings. Completely free of work responsibilities, hanging out with his buddy in one of the best towns in the world for live entertainment. They’d already seen three musical acts and some really fun variety shows. Tonight, Jason got to pick the entertainment and he’d decided on a stage magician named The Fantastic Tommy Fender. Didn’t really seem like a magician name to him, but if the first few tricks were any indication, he was going to love this show. The tricks were all classics. Sawing a woman in half. Levitating an audience member. It reminded him of some of the videos he went back to time and time again, since acts like this sometimes had…

“And this next trick is called The Wringer!” the magician announced.

Will sat bolt upright in his chair. He squeezed his legs together and folded his hands on his lap, the better to hide the visible results of his jolt of excitement. Even if he knew it was fake, he’d watched people do this trick so many times. It was as close as he’d ever get to seeing someone flattened in real life. And now he was going to see it live. Just his luck he was seeing it next to the one person who he absolutely would never risk revealing how much it excited him. He had to just do his best to drink in every detail of this moment and hang onto it until he could get back to the hotel room and excuse himself for a long “shower.”

“For this trick, I’ll need another volunteer from the audience,” the magician said.

Will’s eyebrow raised. This was always done with an assistant. It had to be, because they had to have a poster printed up in their likeness for the flattening gag. Though he supposed technology had come a long way. Maybe they could print something up on demand?

“Anyone who wants to be considered, raise your hand!” the performer said.

Jason’s hand eagerly shot up. Will turned to him, genuinely surprised.

“Seriously, dude?” Will said.

“Yeah! It’ll be fun, man!” Jason said.

“Maybe so, but don’t get your hopes up. Magicians always pick ladies for these sorts of tricks. Probably has to do with–”

“You! The fit looking gentleman in the third row,” the magician said.

Jason sprung to his feet. “See you after, bro.”

Will’s heart was hammering in his chest. Was this actually happening? Was he about to see a flattening gag with his crush from work? He felt dizzy, possibly from shock, possibly from the rush of blood to his swiftly stiffening erection. He glanced around. No one was supposed to be filming, but he saw three or four people with their phones up. He fought with himself over whether he should do the same. On one hand, he would absolutely want a record of this for private viewing. On the other hand, he didn’t want to view this precious, once in a lifetime moment through the screen of his phone. He’d just have to hope one of these other people was getting a good shot of it, and that they’d post it online.

A wringer contraption was wheeled onto the stage aside from its size, and the fact there was a step stool leading up to the top of it, it didn’t look so different from a normal wringer. That was strange. The ones they used in stage tricks were ridiculously large enough to hide a person in, for obvious reasons.

Jason hopped up on stage. The magician shook his hand.

“Whoa, that’s quite a grip there,” he said. “And look at you. I bet you pride yourself on being in good shape.”

“I’m all about the gym,” Jason said.

“And it shows. Me? I could stand to do a few more reps, but it seems like every time I do a workout, I end up getting awfully stiff. Do you ever have that problem?”

“Sure. But you just gotta limber up or get a good massage to loosen up the knots.”

“Funny you should mention that, because I know I called this trick the wringer a minute ago, but actually this little gadget’s basically a portable massage parlor. Guaranteed to work out the most stubborn aches and pains.” He winked. “And always with a happy ending.”

“Usually you have to pay extra for that,” Jason said.

The audience laughed.

“Easy there. We better get you up there before you steal the show. Shoes off, please, then grab those handrails and just stick your toes right in.”

Jason kicked off his sneakers and tugged off his socks, then climbed the stairs and did as he was told. The rollers started to turn. Will held his breath.

The magician was probably talking. There was probably some sort of big, gag-filled monologue. Will didn’t hear a word of it. Every stitch of the fabric of his being was dedicated to watching what was happening to Jason. It seemed like it was happening in slow motion. Jason grunted, a soft “unf” that wasn’t so much pain as effort. A soft shudder seemed to rumble through his muscular form. On the screen behind him, magnifying the show for the people in the back, Will could see goosebumps start to rise on his skin. After one full rotation, something started to emerge from between the rollers. It was barely an eighth of an inch, and no sooner had it rolled out than it started to wobble and sway. It was a pair of feet, and they looked just like Jason’s. As more of them emerged, the stage lights struck them, revealing little stripes of glossy shine. They must have been smooth as polished rubber, and just as pliable from how they dangled. They weren’t on a sheet of paper, just two individual ribbons of flesh colored… whatever it was.

He looked back up to his friend, who was now knee deep in the contraption and sinking. He was flexing his arms to slowly lower himself down. Sweat was trickling down his temples and a blush was coloring his cheeks. Will let his eyes glide down the magnificent form. His position had caused his shirt to ride up a bit, revealing those perfect abs. And below them…

Will swallowed hard. Jason was squirming, wriggling his hips. And it clearly wasn’t all for show. From the look of the bulge straining at his shorts, something about this felt very good. Will flicked his eyes upward and noticed that Jason had seen him staring. The two made eye contact. Jason cocked a grin.

Of course! That story he told! Jason got off on being ogled. Well, Will would be damned if he wasn’t going to give this man what he wanted. He looked back at the bulge, so tight his shaft was lewdly defined sliding down one leg of his shorts. The rollers continued to relentlessly gobble up his thighs. Then the tip of the bulge met the rollers.

You’d think someone had flipped a high voltage switch. Jason’s squirming turned to quivering, his soft grunts turned into a stifled moan as he bit his lip to keep from making a spectacle of himself. In all of the distraction, his hands slipped from the grips. With the full weight of his body pressing down on the wringer, he started to sink between the rollers twice as fast. Will’s eyes darted down to below the device. A match for Jason’s crotch was emerging. It was glossy as an actor’s headshot and so lovingly detailed Will could clearly see the outline of his cock on the thigh. From the glistening shine, it looked like it was even a hair thicker than the surrounding printout. And it had to be a print out right? Didn’t it?

Now Jason’s legs were starting to bunch and crumple on the floor, and his rock hard nipples were sinking into the machine. Jason’s head was tilted back, eyes shut and mouth slightly agape. It looked like he was riding out the last trembling aftershocks of… well, something that shouldn’t be happening on stage at this particular sort of theater. His chin met the rollers. His eyes slid half open, fixing on Will in the audience with a smoldering gaze an instant before they vanished between the rotating steel drums.

The same exact face emerged from the bottom. Will even convinced himself the two-dimensional eyes were still making contact with his own. He was so fixated on staring into them, it was actually startling when his fingers sunk through and the print out dropped to the stage.

Reality came flooding back to Will as the magician plucked up the print out and gave it a shake to fully unfurl it–or at least to try to. It wobbled less like paper and more like a heavy rubber sheet, and thanks to how tall Jason was, the magician couldn’t get him fully off the stage. A bar with what looked like clothes pins lowered down from above. The magician clipped each of Jason's hands to the bar and snapped his fingers. The bar rose up to fully reveal the impressively accurate printout.

“There, see?” the Magician said, grabbing the leg and bending it. “Nice and loose, nice and limber. And still in perfect shape. Heck, if I was better at origami you could be in whatever shape you want! But unfortunately, I have a show to do, so this is where we part ways.”

He gave the printout a sharp tug on the leg and it suddenly shot upward, reeling around the bar like a window shade retracting. The whole thick roll jumped off the chains that had lowered it. The magician deftly caught it and held out his other hand. An assistant gave him what looked like the kind of bag you’d slip an umbrella or pool cue into. He slipped the rolled up printout inside, pulled the bar from the middle, and both off to the assistant.

There was more show, but Will was in a dull fog, in his seat as his boner threatened to pop his zipper. He almost audibly yelped when an usher appeared beside him and tapped his shoulder. He stood and followed the young woman backstage, where he reached the magician’s dressing room just as the show was concluding.

The entertainer was wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel when he spotted Will.

“Oh!” he said, extending his hand. “You must be Will.”

“Uh, yeah… you know me?”

“Only by reputation. I imagine you’re here to pick up Jason?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah,” Will said.

It didn’t strike him until just this moment that Jason had never returned to his seat.

“There you go,” the magician said, reaching through the door of the dressing room and handing over the very same bag he’d slipped the poster into.

It felt oddly heavy in Will’s hand, and sagged a bit under its own weight like an uncooked sausage. It was warm too. Those stage lights must have been killer. No wonder Jason had been sweating.

“Nice,” he said. “This’ll be a great souvenir, but where’s my friend?”

The magician produced an envelope, seemingly from thin air. He handed it to Will and winked.

“Enjoy your night.”

The magician stepped into his dressing room and shut the door. Will blinked for a moment, then flipped open the note.

Will,

What can I say, bro? My life changed the day you sent me that ‘smoothie menu.’ Seriously, reading about someone getting mashed down, made into a thing? A toy? A work of art? It’s all I could think about ever since. I did some research, pulled some strings, and it turns out this guy? He’s the real deal. Usually there’s a restoration part to that trick but… not today. Enjoy me, bro. I belong to you now.

Your truly (and yours literally),

Jason

Will swallowed. He slipped his finger in the end of the bag, sliding it gently into the center of the rubbery coil. He shut his eyes. It was warm, slick to the touch… and there was ever so faint of a pulse…

~~~

In record time, Will was charging through the door of his hotel room. The door was barely shut and locked behind him when his pants and underwear hit the ground. He tore off his shirt and shook Jason free of his bag. A flip and toss unfurled Jason onto the bed. Will hastily found the edge of his shirt and peeled it away. It made the same sort of sound the film on a phone screen did when you removed it, and was just as satisfying. Particularly because it revealed those picture perfect abs. Another peel revealed the manhood he’d only been able to dream of until now. Thick (in width, at least) and pinned to his thigh. Will crumpled up the clothes and threw them away. He wouldn’t be needing them.

For a few seconds, he just ran his fingers along the immaculately smooth flesh of his friend-turned-toy. It squeaked lightly under his touch, and if he really focused, he could even feel it quiver a bit. But enough was enough. Jason had wanted to be enjoyed. He wouldn’t let him down.

Tugging the reduced adonis around so that his head flopped over the edge of the bed, Will straddled it and took a breath. He slipped his hand under the limp head of his friend and slowly raised it up until he was using it to cradle his balls. He shut his eyes and reveled in the smooth warmth. He felt the weight of his balls through the thin layer of flattened soon-to-be lover and imagined what it must feel like to have two heavy, achingly full balls resting on one’s face. Having one’s face conform to them, caress them. Then he slid the thin flap of a face forward until he could curl it around his shaft and, slowly, started to stroke himself with it.

Will practically growled. It was exquisite. Smooth and slick but with just enough friction to really work his cock. As he pumped himself, he reached down and gathered up more of the floppy hunk. He draped him over his hand and rubbed his chest with Jason’s, grinding him in slow circles over his belly and pecs. Will was already ready to blow his load, but he slowed down. This was their first time together. He was going to make it last.

He smoothed Jason against his body, and ran his hand upward until he felt the hot, pulsing warmth of Jason’s junk against his cheek. He pumped himself with one hand and nuzzled his face against Jason’s diminished crotch with the other. Slowly. Tenderly. He let his lips grase across it, feeling where the thickness of his shaft differentiated it from the rest of his form. Just as the tips of his lips reached the tip of Jason’s flattened cock, he felt the faintest of twitches and a gentle spritz of warmth. The realization he’d brought Jason to climax even in this reduced form was more than enough to push Will over the edge. He swore he pumped so much into Jason’s crumpled up face it stretched and sagged a bit like a water balloon.

When he was finished roaring through the best orgasm of his life, he cleaned himself and Jason up, then spread him on the bed and crawled on top of him.

“I can’t wait to take you home… I have a place picked out on my wall that’s been waiting for you…”

Will pulled to his back, pulling Jason with him to drape the gorgeous, flattened lover across him. Then he pulled the blankets over the two of them and drifted into well earned sleep.

~~~

Jason’s body soaked in the warmth of his friend. No… his owner. He shut his eyes and trembled with glee at the thought of it. All his life he’d been sculpting his body into as near to perfection as he could manage. Not until he met Will did he ever truly know why. He was making himself a work of art for this man to enjoy from now on. His body tingled and burned in the best possible way. Being pressed flat freed him of any concerns, any responsibilities. He knew he would look the same, sculpted and toned, forever. And he knew that at every opportunity Will would use him for raw pleasure, and in those moments and every one in between Will would adore him, gaze upon him with love and desire. He was a thing. But not just any thing. He was a thing of beauty, a precious thing. A treasure.

And the sensations… the sensations. He was so sensitive. The lightest touch felt like a caress. And when he was really caressed? There was no describing it. No moment of pleasure or intimacy he’d experienced before the wringers could measure up. And that was ignoring the raw erotic thrill of being used. Being fully in Will’s power. Helpless to resist. Only able to submit to his passions and revel in the lovemaking. Having his face wrapped firmly around a shaft? Having his whole body used for its mere warmth and texture? The way it set his mind aflame with desire, he was certain Will could bring him to orgasm with a single touch after that.

He shut his eyes, the only real motion he could manage beyond a gentle tremble now. Will shifted, hugging Jason’s form to his even in his sleep. And somewhere beneath the covers, he could feel Will’s dick starting to swell again, tenting his own floppy form. Soon it would be time for some more fun. And in a few days? Folded into luggage, hurried home, and hung on the wall like the art he was.

Heaven.