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A Tale of Two Pin-Ups

By Medkit for Anonymous

It was a lonely day in Mike's Auto-Stop. The wide open garages let in the humid air on the sunny August afternoon. Inside, the gentle plastic crinkling and scrunching noises drew Mike's attention from his current project; A rusty old truck in need of some replacement parts he'd been custom ordering for a few weeks now.

Mike was a bit of a local legend. He was in his late 20s now, but he'd been a linebacker in the local college football team for some time. He had a reputation as a gentle giant, with a real knack for figuring out cars. He'd spent his youth fixing up a rustbolt sports car he'd inherited from his great grandfather at the age of nine, but now he ran his own auto shop just off the highway. It was some middle-of-nowhere place on account of the cheap land there, but Mike loved it. Doing it by himself had gotten a little rough lately, so he'd hired an old friend of his to work on weekends for him so he could have a day or two off.

He was built, but a little heavy. 6'7" with a huge chest, broad shoulders and massive arms. His blocky jaw usually featured a bit of 5 o'clock shadow, or was clean shaven if he had time in the morning. His dark brown feathery hair was cut fairly short, revealing his large ears and wide forehead. Despite his blocky head, he was pretty damn conventionally attractive. But, he'd passed down all the usual charms of women in his youth and spent far more time with the guys. Now that he was 27, the cat was out of the bag. People suspected Mike was gay, but nobody dared say anything to challenge him. Especially since half the locals owed him a favor for one reason or another.

Mike cleared his throat and pulled himself out of the busted truck's engine compartment, wiping his greasy forehead with one enormous hand as he looked over the shiny surface of the distant laminated flattened and nude blonde dude hanging from a hook in the wall across from him.

A grin broke across Mike's pale pink lips as he turned his head and peered across the room at the other laminated man on the garage's white walls. This one was a brunette like him, but was considerably thinner and a bit taller, with a handsome face and an average-sized cock. His short lighter-brown hair was pulled back into a bun, but just the edges of his hair were visible on his flattened face. Mike sighed deeply, that grin never leaving his lips as he returned to his work undeterred by the accompaniment of the living decorations.

The two decorations gently fluttered against the painted white brick walls of the automobile repair shop, four flattened eyes shifting underneath the laminate to gaze at one another longingly. They were glorified pin ups but still certainly alive; Both were flattened, legs and arms parallel to their defined naked bodies kept pristine by transparent glossy plastic rectangles which held their flattened forms in perfect place like a pair of freeze dried steaks. Still human but recognized under the law as objects, it had only been a few weeks since the brunette had wound up like this.

Jack - the brunette pin-up, had stumbled across the shop only a few weeks ago. The 5'11", masculine twunk of a mid-20s caucasian man had short light-brown hair, pulled back into a bun. A tasteful bit of stubble was smattered across his butt chin. His hazel eyes had examined every bit of Tyler's toned, lightly tanned body despite being flattened into the shape of almonds. Every inch of the man's musculature was preserved like packaged jerky beneath the lamination coating him, just like the blonde twink across from him.

Tyler - the living pin-up with shoulder-length straw-blonde hair, had been stuck like this for far longer than the brunette. But it was impossible to tell just from looking at his slender, tanned hairless and well defined body. His cock was on full display, its meager 3" length trapped against his hairless groin. The 5'8" tall twink was in his mid or late 20's and definitely the most attractive man in the whole shop. His angular chin and bright blue eyes had regularly enthralled visiting customers.

Jack, the other poster, had become so smitten with the sexy pin-up during his short visit that he “accidentally" agreed to undergo the same treatment! Now, the two of them were Mike's living decor. A pair of pretty faces, gently plapping against the walls as the wind curled and furled their flattened bodies like long, heavy plastic leaves. Their bare asses gently smacked by the wall behind them only served to keep the pair of flattened dudes perpetually pent-up, incapable of relief. Hanging newly framed on the wall across from the garage doors were permits that expressly detailed that each of them were now legally property.

The mechanic wiped his hands clean on a dirty burgundy rag and wiped his brow clean again, his wide nose wincing a little as he caught a whiff of burnt motor oil. As Mike ducked under the truck's hood to inspect his handiwork, the two flattened men daydreamed about the experience they'd had the night before…

Around four weeks ago . . .

Ding-ding!

This place is fuckin' filthy! Jack thought as he stepped into the dingy automotive repair shop's customer-side. The garage was closed but the large sign outside was lit up, orange with block black text that read, “MIKE'S". Parked out front was a dark teal van with a local license plate, so the suave tourist assumed the one running the joint had to be on-site somewhere.

“Howdy, I'll be over in a second!" Bellowed the shop's owner and sole mechanic from across the shop. The deep roar only barely reached Jack as he bent over the counter and peered through the open door into the well-lit garage. He pulled his glasses over his eyes and squinted, trying to see who'd spoken to him. From this distance, he could just barely spy some attractive blonde-haired guy standing shirtless behind a distant truck parked in the garage beyond the threshold of the office door.

Jack judged his glasses up the bridge of his nose and blinked a few times, still struggling to parse what he was looking at. That was when the mechanic entered through the door.

“Alright, what do ya need?" Mike asked, scratching his chin as he took a seat in the worn out stool behind the counter. The mechanic initially came off as aloof and his thick accent wasn't all that welcoming, what with all the preconceptions of those from the south. Jack just stared at him, a slightly disgusted look on his face as he watched the mechanic bend down to grab a soda from a minifridge tucked beneath the desk he stood at.

The man was built like a bull and Jack was quick to assume the mechanic had been a linebacker at some point, just from the heft of his chest and the short haircut. Either way, he was pretty hot. A bit of curly brown chest hair poked out from the zipper of his jumpsuit and he had this subtle aura of protectiveness that Jack found admirable.

Mike arched a thick unkempt brown eyebrow at the visitor as they peeked back through the open door into the garage, clearly staring at the distant laminated man hanging out on the white wall.

Jack blinked a few times, a little confused at the sight of the half-naked blonde man across the garage. But he didn't dare peek in again, at least not without the owner's permission.

His hazel eyes trailed across the mechanic's broad chest, then up to his blocky jaw and his greenish-brown eyes. His face was covered with dirty smudges of oil and grease. The mechanic's nose seemed big, his ears unusually large and his short silky dirty brown hair similarly mussed up with grease and sweat. But Jack could see past the mess, knowing a handsome man was beneath the muck.

“Buddy, what's up, why are you here?" Mike asked a little impatiently as the, admittedly cute, visitor awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Somethin's wrong with my tail lights, I can't signal anymore. Any ideas?" Jack asked, his eyes narrowed behind his designer glasses as he settled them over the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to be axe murdered by some bumpkin, so his course was to play himself straight and hope for the best. Although, his mind kept circling back to that strange photo-realistic pinup. It was definitely male. But why, why would a big straight dude own a naked man pinup? Why did it look so strangely real?

Mike's hard expression softened a little as he cracked a can of soda open and took a long sip, then sighed. “Ooooh, one or two. How much time ya got?"

Jack grimaced. The place was humid, dingy and generally unappealing save for that strange poster in the garage. He licked his pale pink lips and scratched at his poorly-done bun. “Well, I… I guess I've got to stick around until you can finish repairing it. It's pretty late though, are you going to be open for much longer?"

Mike crossed his arms and smirked, showing off a set of surprisingly well kept teeth, gleaming white as he smirked. “I'll be open as late as it takes to fix the problem. No skin off my nose, you're payin' for the labor anyway. I'll open the garage, drive on in on the far bay. I'll meet you over there and I'll tell ya what my estimate is after I give her a look."

Jack nodded hesitantly. I hope this guy doesn't rip me off. He thought as he stuffed his right hand into his pocket, fondling his keychain as he made his way out the door of the office. He hastily hopped into his silver sedan and parked it where Mike asked him to. As he pulled in, he noticed the same blonde-haired clothless figure, although this time it was from a different angle.

It was obviously a pin-up, of some kind… The sculpted chest, the toned abs and tanned skin. Almost no body hair. Tiny cock on display and a blissful smirk on their flattened lips. Their sparkling blue eyes seemed like they followed him as he pulled in, distracting him enough that Mike called for him to stop before he crashed into a tool cart.

The car screeched to a halt and Jack offered Mike a flurry of apologies but after a couple of minutes of re-describing the issue to Mike, Jack was left alone beside the intriguing flattened figure.

It seemed so out of place in the garage, hanging from a steel hook embedded in the wall by a fastened hole in the laminate above the naked blonde man's head. The flattened man was around Jack's height. He couldn't help but feel weirdly turned on by the sight of it blushing at him.

“What is this thing?" Jack asked, his eyes staring into the living wall ornament's own. He got a little closer, his own eyes trailing up and down their body. He took off his glasses and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans.

“Hmm? Oh, that's Ty-, ah! I mean, uh. That's just a decoration I got, some fancy art piece from online." Mike explained with a slight voice crack. The marks of oil on his cheeks slightly obscured his blush.

“A decoration from online, huh? This one's pretty hot…" Jack muttered as he stopped and gingerly pressed his index finger against the flattened man's chiseled chest. Beyond the stiff laminate was the squishy, almost foam-like stiff texture of the flattened figure inside. The flattened shape wriggled as if jostled by wind, like the act had tickled the living poster. The warmth and feeling of the thing made him shudder and gawk in disbelief at the twink's blushing face.

“Hey, don't touch it. It's just for decoration, just leave it be." Mike said with an authoritative tone as he sat in the driver's seat of Jack's car and fiddled with the dashboard.

Jack gulped as he pulled his hand away from Tyler's chest, staring at the obviously erect but meager package of the living decoration was equipped with. The weird poster stiffly flapped against the painted white brick wall behind it, fluttering from a faint breeze.

Jack knew he was looking at a real person that had been flattened to the thickness of a thin pancake. Whoever they were, they looked comfortable like this. Naked, goods out for all to see…

Only a pervert would own a decoration this lewd. Jack thought, trying to ignore the boner tenting his underwear. His hazel eyes traced over Tyler's washboard abs and down to his hairless tanned crotch again. Jack had been avoiding gazing at it for too long, but as he heard Mike fiddling with his car, he took his chance.

Jack planted his hand on the poster's crotch, gingerly squeezing the small flattened package. It was intensely warm and faintly throbbed under his cool touch, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine as his mouth went agape in a mixture of awe and excitement.

“You like it?" Mike called over, as he pushed open the driver's side door and stepped out.

Jack jumped out of his skin as he pulled his hand away from the poster.

“It's… something. I can't say I've ever seen anything like it. Where did you say you got him? I-I mean, it." Jack said, finding himself emphasizing the pronoun without even thinking. He was enamored with the poster, eyes tracing every inch of exposed tan white flesh. The blushing, smiling blonde twink's face was especially welcoming.

“Oh, ah… That's a long story. Glad ya like it though," Mike said, similarly emphasizing the word it unconsciously.

“Really? I mean. I've got the time, don't I?" Jack asked, turning to look at the mechanic as he shrugged in the driver's seat of Jack's car.

“Mmm, I guess… It looks like some of the electricity got fried, can't tell how. Might take a little longer than I thought." Mike said, a grin creeping across his thin lips again.

The mechanic was pretty damn attractive in his own way. Big, muscular. Soft spoken but authoritative when necessary. A practical man. Jack liked that, but he was even more fond of the silent poster hanging only a few inches away from his shaky hand. A barely visible sweaty handprint clung to the poster.

Jack couldn't help himself. His hand reached out and gently squeaked against the stiff transparent plastic encasing the cut blonde twink's erect cock and supple balls. The texture felt different. Warm. Jack quietly gasped at the realization. He was touching a real man's genitals. This attractive stranger was somehow trapped in plastic, like a doll. The thought perplexed his mind, but he found it strangely appealing. He ran his hands across the laminated thighs of the helpless man, who's flattened cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as Jack toyed with his flattened form, gingerly taking the bottom of the flattened laminated man and curling it up, watching in awe as he easily rolled the toes of the stranger across the tops of his feet, exposing the flattened lighter-tan of his soles and bottoms of his toes. The faint sheen of the laminate accented every bit of the pinup man's form, emphasizing the oddly artificial and pristine way he'd been kept. It reminded Jack of how an old school friend kept his prized trading cards, in a sleeve of tight translucent plastic and held within a shiny hard plastic case.

Mike had been distracted for a while, fiddling with a slew of electronic components on a workbench, until he heard the crumpling crinkle of laminated plastic and shot a glance at Jack's direction.

“Hey! What did I tell you about touchin' him?" Mike called out, sounding more irritated than angry. He rushed over from his work station, his heavy boots clodding against the floor as he approached Jack and the odd decoration. He stopped shy of running into him and looked over the poster, raising his dirty hands as if he was about to rip it off the wall, but he stopped shy of that and let his hands to limp.

“S-sorry, I… I get a little over protective of this one." Mike said with a sigh. “Looks like you didn't do any harm to it, though."

“How… did you…" Jack's eyes traced the flattened man's bashful expression again. They were blushing furiously.

“Look, don't say another word. I made this, sure. But unless you want to wind up on the wall beside it…"

“What if I do?" Jack replied sharply and abruptly. Mike seemed off-kilter, blushing.

“W-Well…" He gulped. “Y-you're pretty handsome, I… suppose I could… It's one-way though."

Jack deliberated, but he couldn't help himself. Shaking with excitement and with an obvious boner-shaped bulge in his pants, he nodded. Mike's expression shifted to one of excitement.

“O-okay! It won't take long. I'll warn ya, this'll feel weird…" Mike expressed swiftly before taking Jack by the right arm.

Jack didn't even have time to process what he'd agreed to, but he couldn't bring himself to speak up to say something to stop the process now...

Before he knew it, the mechanic tugged on his right arm and pressed his fingertips against the cool surface of a pair of chrome rollers in a strange double-wringer. Without even thinking, Jack pressed his left hand's fingertips against the roller in the same way, gasping as his fingertips were lightly pinched and tugged through, going numb for a few seconds as they pushed out the other side, flattened to the same thickness of that blonde twink hanging from the wall behind them!

The double-wringer had blended in with the rest of random mechanic crap lying all around, so Jack hadn't seen it until Mike had grabbed both his wrists and stuffed his fingertips inbetween the rollers!

Wait, I didn't really… Oh no, this isn't happening! Jack thought, blushing bright red as he let out a weak whimper, trying in vain to pull his fingers out from the vice-grip of the rollers. They painlessly squeezed down on his fingertips first, a gentle and non-painful pinching the only indication anything had happened at all. His flattened fingertips slowly wiggled out of the other side, too stiff to move. More of his hands were rolled through by the second, the rollers already up to his knuckles.

“Y-you can't, I mean, I don't know if I-" Jack gulped as he looked over at the living ornament on the wall. It was wide-eyed, watching his hands disappear into the wringer. Jack shivered in arousal at the thought of his own helplessness, of what might await him if he let this happen. He looked at Mike.

The well-meaning Mechanic seemed to have the concentration of a diligent artist delicately painting. With a steady movement, one stocky arm spun the rollers. The other reached and gently assisted Jack as his hands came out the other side, as flat as a pair of hand-shaped postcards. They gently flapped and hung somewhat limply from the other side of the rollers, no matter how much effort Jack made to try to move them.

“I thought you said you wanted to wind up alongside him?" Mike asked Jack as he weakly made another attempt to pull away. He watched in vain as his wrists were pulled through. He could see the flattened tips of his fingers, dangling from the other side of the rollers. It felt so strangely pleasant to be compressed like this. The idea of leaving his busy life as a person behind was oddly enthralling. Just seeing that blonde dude hanging on the wall was making the decision harder in real-time. Mike was going to flatten him into another decoration, and Jack wasn't sure if he wanted to stop him or not.

“Just let go, buddy. Tell ya what, I'll put you up across from the other one, 'n' that way ya can ogle him all ya like. Seems fair?" Mike asked Jack as he rolled his forearms flat. Jack let out a weak gasp of acceptance, letting go abruptly. His arms pulled into the chrome rollers before his eyes, going numb then not numb, flattened and stiff out the other side.

Jack gasped as before long, his forehead pressed against the rollers. The skin of his forehead was tugged in, pulling the rest of his scalp and the top of his head through. The cold steel rollers pressed his head flat, rolling his bun against the 'back' of his face. Thoughts grew simpler for a moment as he passed through, coming out the other end dazed and unable to shift his expression from the dopey blissful grin he had fixed on his slightly pursed off-pink lips. The feeling was exquisite; Like being a living lightning rod, he could feel the flexible sensation of his flattened bits wobbling and shifting in the gentle breeze coming from the open garage door blowing him around. It felt surreal to be so weightless, to have his gaze oddly flattened.

Mike let go of the roller with Jack's head and arms flattened, dangling out of the rollers as he rushed to slip on a pair of clean gloves. He didn't want to dirty his next decoration. He was careful, gently tugging on Jack's flattened forehead to pull his neck and shoulders through, evenly flattening his upper torso. His clothes wrinkled against his body, too baggy and unphased by the flattening to sit on him properly once he came through the wringer. His orange t-shirt slipped off, bunching around his flattened neck before Mike carefully stripped it off his flattened body, tossing it aside.

Jack wondered if he'd see the hot mechanic use his shirt like a shop rag, as he wobbled up and down, feeling increasingly exposed as the rollers grew nearer and nearer to his waist. His pale flattened expression of apprehensive bliss twitched as Mike's large warm gloved hands began to pull and pinch at Jack's waistline, tugging on the band of his jeans and unbuttoning the crotch seam. His upper totally flat, there wasn't much he could do to resist… Even if he wanted to resist.

The sensation of being flattened and the idea of being a decorative pinup like that blonde-haired guy only made Jack's cock twitch to hardness under his simple blue brand-name briefs. Mike snickered as he let his half-finished decoration's jeans fall to a heap around his ankles, before reaching down to gingerly stroke Jack's now bare and slightly sweaty hairy thighs.

“Mm, you look much better flat, you know. You 'n' Ty are going to be a great fit in the shop together. Heh, might even be tempted to sell one of 'ya, just so somebody else out there knows how fun it is to own a little poster-boy like you." Mike teased, his deep southern accent tickling Jack's flattened brain as the mechanic's gloved hands gingerly tugged at his turgid peen through his underwear.

Jack wouldn't complain even if he could. A faint whistle of air was all he could draw from his chest while flattened like this, but strangely, he felt less human and more like a literal poster. There was this itching sensation in the back of Jack's mind, that if he let Mike go through with his plan, there'd be no going back. Even if he found himself bored being hung on a wall after a while, he'd be a decoration for the rest of his life. The pulsing and throbbing of his cock made his arousal especially apparent to the one fondling it. Mike snickered. “You poster-boys always get so wound up during this part of the process. Guess I'd better go all the way with ya, wouldn't want you wandering around with just yer top half like that. Might get blown over by a strong breeze!" Mike said oddly matter-of-factly.

Jack's eyes rolled in bliss as Mike grasped the handle of the roller and picked up where he left off. The brunette man's cum gutters were dragged between the tight metal rollers, scrunching flesh and bone flat as a piece of cardboard without any pain or discomfort beyond a weird pinching sensation, followed by a return to the usual sensations. It felt odd, like Jack was being compressed tightly, all of him was being squished and condensed into a naked, flat form like that attractive blonde guy behind him.

Tyler's blue eyes watched Jack's flattening with deep, sensual interest. Mike treated the top half of his flattened patron like it was a delicate flap of dough, holding Jack's upper half upright with his free arm as the rollers sucked more of him in, bit by bit. He pulled off Jack's brand name undies at the last second, the disembodied legs shivering a little as pre-cum drooled from their throbbing peen.

The thing was pointed downwards, veiny but small. It was next to be pulled in and Tyler watched every bit from within his laminated home on the wall. Mike stroked the cock before pressing the tip into the rollers along with Jack's pubes. The cock pulsed weakly, trying in vain to climax but clamped shut by pressure, the sensation making the half-flattened man's mind boggle with euphoric bliss and sexual frustration simultaneously. With a wet-sounding schlorp! Mike had flattened Jack down to his upper thighs. His flattened torso hung over Mike's uniform-covered forearm, flopping forward with the minimal amount of weight keeping Jack's flattened torso springing upwards and wobbling periodically.

“Mmnf, the best part in my opinion. You'll like being a wall hanger though, I can tell." Mike said with a sort of gentleness that Jack assumed was some of that southern hospitality he'd heard of. Of course, he never anticipated this to be how his encounter with the mechanic would wind up when he walked in.

The next few minutes passed by faster than Jack or Tyler could really notice. One second, Tyler watched the hunky brunette visitor pass through the rollers hands-first. The next, he was watching as Jack's size 12 feet wobbled and scrunched as his heels passed through the roller. All of him was flat save for the soles, but it didn't take long for him to be flattened right down to the toes.

Mike was careful. He sprang out an ironing board to hold Jack's flattened body as his thick big toes pulled through, the last of his body that retained any useful autonomy. With a sigh, Mike pulled off his gloves and wiped his dripping forehead off with a clean hot-fuschia towel laying nearby.

“There, flat as a board. I'll apply a conditioner, then it's sealing time. What was your name again?" He asked Jack with a grin. The flattened man was face-down, flattened arms and legs dangling over the edge of the iron board. His still rock-hard cock was flat against his chest, smearing pre-cum across his flattened waist. Jack would've been angry at the remark, but he'd been stuck in a honeyed afterglow ever since his crotch was flattened. His plump ballsack was as thick as a few business cards stacked together. It was the same uniform thickness as the rest of his flattened body.

Moving was out of the question. Jack felt far too heavy, despite being significantly lighter, to move. Breathing and speaking wasn't possible with all the air pushed out of him. The most Jack realized he was capable of, was gently wagging his fingertips and toes. It took a lot of effort, but he could just barely flex certain muscles, if he focussed on them exclusively. It felt oddly exhilarating, knowing he'd been reduced to a barely mobile mat of a person. This was certainly going to be hard to explain to his boss…

. . . That same day, from another perspective.

It was another day as a living decoration for Tyler. Being essentially a glorified pin-up wasn't all bad. In fact, he'd grown to really enjoy his new life. After seeing Mike show off the paperwork that proved officially that he was little more than Mike's possession now, he had no desire to return to ordinary human life. Being preserved in plastic meant he wouldn't age, wouldn't need to work a job or eat, wouldn't need to use the toilet or have a credit score… Tyler's life had been busy before he became a prop. He'd been an accountant at a highly rated legal firm for a couple of years after years of schooling. Tyler looked back on that old life like it was just some silly mistake he'd made in the past, now. Being Mike's property was so much better for him.

Tyler had spent much of his first week flattened just contemplating how it had happened…

He'd arrived at the mechanic's shop over a year ago, now. He'd come by in the middle of August, having car troubles on a business trip a few states over. Although he and Mike had only spoken professionally, there was an energy between them that made it obvious to both men that they had some unspoken carnal interest in one another.

Mike's coworker was first to openly point out the tension between them. Mike and Tyler spoke privately in the garage, at first about their interests. Mike was a burly, attractive and muscular man. Tyler wasn't really sure if he was into guys, but he found Mike to be an odd exception. He had this protective aura about him that made it easy for Tyler to trust the mechanic.

He could barely recall what Mike had said to convince him. It was something about 'staying here for a while, since you're so easy on the eyes', or something. Mike had said it with a southern drawl that made what he'd asked sound so casual and welcoming. Tyler agreed, not wholly understanding what Mike meant until he was standing in front of the roller, gulping as he followed Mike's instructions. With a gentle pinch and tug, the tips of his fingers slipped between the rollers with next to no resistance. The sensation was so pleasant, Tyler was flattened in no time. Just like that, he'd irreversibly changed his life.

As the living decoration hung from the wall as Mike left and handled some customers, then returned to help a client push their beaten pick-up into the garage, he remembered laying on that ironing board for a while as Mike went around the place and gathered what he needed to laminate him.

Tyler couldn't help but fixate on how helpless he was. Just an object, laid out on an ironing board in some garage. He felt stupid for agreeing to such a silly proposition originally, but after Mike delicately sealed him in resealable laminate, Tyler changed his mind.

Mike was incredible. He had this affectionate side that expressed itself as careful, kind and gentle mannerisms around his flattened decoration. Maybe it was just the way that Mike treated all of his most prized possessions, but Tyler thought of it as a different kind of intimacy.

He was happier like this; legally an object. There was a nice ring to it and Mike was the most quality owner an object could want to have.

Tyler looked back on the day that Mike snapped photos of him for the revised ID he'd be getting. Technically it was an ownership permit, but Tyler was still attached to his identity as a person, even if he was now closer to being an expensive art piece than a real human being. Tyler's predicament was rather permanent. The new permit would simultaneously cut all of Tyler's old accounts, connections & complications and simplify him to property under the law. It was required for anyone who'd undergone a similarly 'inanimate' transformation like the one Tyler had.

Back then, he still felt a bit crestfallen about not being able to go back to normal. It took a few weeks to get out of the old habits. A desire to go to work, a desire for food… Things that didn't make sense for an art piece like him. He learned to really love that part of his new life and looked back on the memory of Mike photographing him fondly. In a way, it harkened to his dream of being a model.

It only took a couple of days for the permit to arrive. Seeing it in Mike's hand, held in front of his flattened face, Tyler realized what he was looking at a little late. The laminate muffled what Mike was saying to him as he held the paper to his eyes, enough to see a few images of his flattened self from different angles, along with a description of the 'item' mentioned in the permit several times. The information on his new classification was brief but mind blowing. “Former human, inanimate art piece."

Mike couldn't help but notice the laminated man wobbling, as if jostled by wind. It was a result of Tyler shuddering, blushing brightly as Mike snickered, folding the permit up casually and stuffing it into the breast pocket of his navy blue jumpsuit. “Don't you worry, I'll take good care of you. I'm so glad you let me do this to you, I can't express how much I love the look of you." Mike said, his clean pale freckled face blushing as he gave Tyler a peck. Of course, the laminate kept Mike's saliva from reaching Ty's pink lips, but the warmth and gesture made the flattened man quiver with happiness.

So much time had passed since then. Most of Tyler's days were spent daydreaming, now. It was a pleasant respite from the otherwise fairly dull existence, hanging on a wall in Mike's garage, watching him and his one other employee working on various vehicles. Tyler's had been repo'd the night Mike got his permit. It was just another reminder of what he'd signed up for. Just a prized possession, there was no point in holding on to any of his old belongings.

The day that Jack arrived had been otherwise unremarkable, just like the last six days before it. It was a slow morning. Mike did his usual morning ritual, arriving at the shop a couple hours before the place opened. He stepped in front of the 5'8" blonde-haired pinup and looked them up and down, a grin on his stubble-covered blocky chin. He had a sexy expression of playfulness on his face, despite the tiredness in his brown eyes.

“Just as sexy as the day I flattened you. Hope you like hanging here." Mike said before he took a long sip of steamy black coffee. That was one thing Tyler sorta missed. He couldn't eat or drink like this, but he didn't feel hungry or thirsty, either. He was fit for long-term or even permanent storage, provided his owner desired to do so. Instead he was given daily enrichment, in the form of these odd moments with Mike.

Tyler's intimacy with the mechanic was distinctly different from any of his past engagements. His first had been a fellow athlete he'd had a crush on throughout highschool, but the relationship didn't click once they graduated. The next was a different style of relationship, one that was mostly out of convenience for both men, but that ended when Tyler's plan to become a model ran contrary to their life plans. He'd been flying solo for a while until he ran into Mike…

Mike unzipped his dark navy blue jumpsuit from the neck down to the crotch, slipping his girthy 6" erection out of his musky underwear. The foreskin rolled back, glistening with precum as he gingerly pressed his throbbing dick against Tyler's smaller-than-average package. It was flattened against his groin, impotently throbbing underneath Mike's 3-D phallus. A blush came over the flattened twink's slightly tanned face, as his blue eyes tried as best as they could to look down at the erection rubbing against his. It felt incredible, but Tyler's dopey grin and cross-eyed stare made Mike laugh.

“You went cross eyed trying to stare at my dick. Need a little help?" Mike said with a snicker, raising a hand still a little messy with pre-cum to gently hold Tyler up, enough that he could crimp the flattened man's neck so that he could get a better look. It was disorienting, but worth it.

Fuck, this is so hot… I can't believe I ever wanted to turn back! Tyler thought, only saddened when Mike let go and let him flap against the painted white brick wall behind him.

“Mmm, you make a fine pin-up! I hope I can find another like you soon. It'd be nice to finally fill up that spot across the room." Mike said, gesturing at the empty space and hook. It was a spot that Tyler had only briefly occupied, but Mike preferred his current place more. The other hook was straight across from him, practically begging for a new occupant.

The thought had come up more than once. The idea that Tyler might have to compete with some other attractive piece of wall art someday was rather infuriating to him. Mike eventually went off to work, leaving Tyler to daydream while he waited for customers to come by. His day would consist of being gazed at by Mike and by the fellow employees and strangers that came and went.

By the middle of the afternoon, Tyler was pretty sure the day would just pass as uneventfully as usual.

Ding-ding!

At least, until an attractive stranger entered the shop and peered through the open door into the office.

Tyler could just see their face. An attractive butt-chin, a smattering of dark brown stubble. His silky brown hair pulled back into a bun. Tyler almost forgot how attractive he was, wondering why the stranger was staring at him so intently. A second or two later, the stranger's face vanished from the door frame. Tyler could hear the distant mumbling noise of Mike and the customer talking, before the gentle ding of the doorbell rang again. Mike entered the garage and cleaned up some tools as the garage door rattled open.

A few moments later, the stranger pulled into the garage a few moments later in an older model sedan. They got out of their car and approached Tyler with a blush on their cheeks as they gawked at the living pinup, pale pink lips parted slightly.

The man was attractive… In a way that Tyler hadn't felt attracted to anyone, save for Mike. It was the sort of instant infatuation that the living poster thought of as uniquely human, shocked he could still experience the crush-like feeling he had for this new figure in his life.

They weren't overly muscular or anything. Pretty well built, but his muscles weren't so toned as to be obviously visible without flexing. Tyler couldn't help but stare back. There was this strange feeling welling up inside him, but he couldn't do anything but maintain eye contact with this sexy stranger.

I want him to take me home so badly. Tyler thought, just a static and naked decoration being thoughtfully examined by this random man. While the usual sort of embarrassment or shame from being publicly displayed while naked as he was had been assuaged some time ago, Tyler found himself embarrassed to be naked in front of someone he wanted to spend time with.

It wasn't the first time a passerby had taken a unique interest in him. Tyler could recall a time when some rich guy came through, driving a black camaro. The driver had hit a tree or something on the way and scraped a bunch of paint off the right side. Mike and him had a long chat in the garage, but the muscle bound and bald driver seemed only interested in gawking at Tyler's naked, toned body. It was the same sort of look Mike gave him while he was still capable of walking around and eating.

The stranger smiled at him strangely, blushing a little as he slowly raised a hand, reaching it to the edge of the laminate. Tyler couldn't help but quiver in a strange mix of excitement and pleasure, his display-only muscles scrunching the plastic containing him enough to flex the laminate. This little mannerism seemed to brighten the attractive man's interest in him. Within seconds, Tyler went from intrigued to smitten with the man.

In his mind's eye, the blonde poster-boy found himself imagining what it might be like to be owned by Jack, forever. Hung up on his bedroom wall, watching him stroke his undoubtedly girthy cock… Cumming on him, like a cheap porno mag. The thought made Tyler blush furiously, so furiously that it warranted a closer examination from the sexy stranger.

Jack's warm, soft hand gently planted against the thin glossy plastic layer covering Tyler's cock and balls. The soft squishy flesh underneath was beyond sensitive. Tyler hadn't cum since before he'd been laminated and his lust was enough to drive him mad. Between fantasizing about Jack owning him and touching him, the living decoration found itself entirely enamored with the one touching it.

Mike's loud voice boomed something incomprehensibly, momentarily pulling Tyler from his dreamy fantasy. His sparkling blue eyes traced Jack's behind as the hunky man turned to face Mike. Tyler imagined the two were eagerly discussing a payment plan. Clearly, Mike was a bit upset with this cute stranger for how much he was drawn to Tyler's beauty. Tyler had never wanted someone to own him so badly in his entire life.

The fantasy was only shattered when Jack and Mike's discussion led Mike to press Jack's fingertips into that familiar roller, not far from where Tyler hung.

Oh no, he's not really going to do it, is he? Tyler thought, his flattened dick twitching uselessly. He'd never been able to get properly hard since his flattening. It was maddening arousing but all the same, Tyler didn't long for anything else. Climax, he decided, was something he'd just have to forget. He could feel that familiar full-bodied warmth he always felt when he got worked up, watching as Mike flattened that attractive hunk right before Tyler.

This has to be for me, right? Tyler thought, mentally gulping. Most of the old biological functions he'd been used to doing daily had become just distant memories. Tyler often pretended to retain some of them just to fantasize about being in a relationship with various clients. Living vicariously through others was as good as being them, now that he was a living decoration.

Tyler was a bit shocked but decided having his crush and potential date wind up flattened like him was suitable. It only made sense, they were a living poster! How else would they get to be together? He entirely eschewed the idea of Jack being his new owner and adopted the idea of the two being a happily married pair of pin-ups. The thought was so pleasant, Tyler momentarily dissociated from the ongoing flattening, imagining the two floppy laminated men draped over a pair of white lawn chairs in the backyard of Tyler's brother's place. He had a huge farm house that overlooked a thin strip of forest and a river. It was picturesque, only barely more than the sight before his actual eyes.

He clued in a little late, spying the miraculously hairless butthole between those bubbly ass cheeks on the stranger's naked bottom. He watched as Mike gingerly pressed the stranger's dick into the rollers and Tyler was reminded of his own flattening. How close he'd been to cumming, dick throbbing as it was flattened to the width it'd been ever since. Tyler's laminated prison crinkled slightly from the faint twitching of his flattened extremities. Being so toned, he managed to retain a bit more of his autonomy than most flattened poster-men like him. All the same though, the living poster could do little more than curl the edges of the laminate with scrunched fingers or hands. It took too much effort to do it deliberately, but whenever he got especially riled up, it was like his body just did whatever it wanted.

Eventually, Jack was just as flat as Tyler. The brunette hunk was laid face-down on an ironing board while Mike energetically shut the shop down for the night. The garage door rattled shut, the fans flicked off and a few lights were turned on, rather than off.

Mike left the room for a while, leaving Tyler and Jack alone. Just seeing Jack's limply flattened body hanging there on the table made Tyler madly horny. He couldn't stop imagining an alternate life, in which the two were a couple. Seeing Jack from this angle made Tyler imagine pegging him. He snapped back into reality when he heard Mike whistling as he returned, carrying that enormous red plastic laminator that he'd used on Tyler.

The mechanic was cleaner than he usually was. His work uniform sagged around his waist, tied up to keep it in place around Mike's muscle gut. He had a thick mat of dark brown chest hair that was visible even under the crisp white A-frame undershirt he had on. His clean hands gingerly placed the laminator down on a nearby cabinet. Tyler watched as Mike prepared Jack for his lamination. Laying out a couple of clean towels, then fetching a huge person-shaped rectangle of ultra high quality laminate. With a bit of effort, Mike slid the naked, flattened brunette into the laminate's sheets, then pressed the bottom into the large red laminator's mouth. With the flick of a button, it warmed up and began to dimly hum.

Tyler watched on, eager to spend time with his new date. In no time, Jack was stripped of all of his autonomy, his humanity reduced to a thin flat shape inside of a laminated sheet. He was, for all intensive purposes, property now. Just something that Mike could sell, if he wanted. That was at the front of his mind, as he was picked up.

The laminate wobbled in that way that it always did, creating a funny wobbly noise that Jack was used to coming from cheap diner menus, not him. His body flexing like that felt oddly amazing, like he was having his spine bent in ways that relieved pressure and instilled an almost euphoric bliss. With a gentle flap, the laminated man was placed back on the ironing board. With a special tool, Mike punched a hole in the laminate above Jack's flattened head and fastened it with a little metal protector. It was done. He was as flat as that lovely blonde man.

Mike snerked. “Mmm, you came out nice. I think I'll hang you up across from your boyfriend."

Did he actually say that? Tyler thought, blushing and giddy beyond belief as Jack was lifted from the table, wobbling noisily as Mike's heavy boots clapped against the concrete floor. The blonde decoration watched from his place on the wall as Jack was lifted up and hung on a reinforced metal hook, ready for a new decoration. With Jack in place directly across from Tyler, the two naked men had the first opportunity to really take in their new fellow decoration…

. . . Four weeks later

It had been about a week's time since Jack fell in love with the sexy blonde twink. It was a strange sort of experience, to be so enthralled by another's condition as to wind up just like them.

Lingering guilt made Jack regret what he'd done a little, but he knew there was also no reason to be upset. Mike was his owner, now. He was literally an object, according to the permit that Mike showed him. It made him giddy with excitement but still, he couldn't shake the feeling like he was leaving something behind that he'd miss. Jack just chalked it up to denial.

It was getting harder and harder every day, to pretend like what had happened hadn't. Jack was particularly aroused by the hard evidence mounting against his impossible expectation that his situation might someday be reversed somehow. As far as Mike had laid it out, Jack was going to be an art piece for the foreseeable future. He wasn't sure how long the blonde twink had been stuck this way either, but according to Mike, it was at least a few months. He did finally get their name, though. His fellow flattened decoration was named Tyler.

The two hung across from one another, gazing longingly at one another's flattened bodies. Tyler's cock was meager, but suitable for a bottom. At least, that's what Jack thought often enough. He wasn't sure if being flat made him dumber or not, but he certainly didn't mind playing the role. It wasn't like anyone was about to judge him, he couldn't speak or express himself beyond making his flattened, laminated body weakly wiggle. It was a little less than what Tyler seemed capable of, but then, the twink was also a little more defined than Jack was.

It was strange, to acclimatize to being flattened. It felt oddly amazing. No gravity, held in stasis in a sheet of transparent plastic. His own average dick and balls on full exhibition, sparse hair of his kempt pubic area flattened under his cut cock, still erect and capable of twitching, but no orgasm came, at least not anytime recently. Mike was keen to tease him about that, often starting mornings off by stroking his cock in front of the two living posters.

It was something of a welcome entertainment for the two of them. Jack and Tyler found their owner tantalizingly hot, especially because of their stilted relationship. Mike had all the power; He could do whatever he wanted with them. But he was always gentle, always kind. A perfect owner, and a gentle giant.

It helped that on top of being built like a bull; Broad shoulders and top-heavy with a built chest, Mike was also hung. His nine and a half inch cock was that length flaccid. Hard, the thing looked like a stallion's mottled peen, on account of its length and girth and a few dark tan birthmarks wrapping around the veiny shaft. A kempt mess of dark brown pubic hair enshrined his hefty balls.

Mike seemed to take a keen interest in orgasm denial; Both for himself and his prized possessions. Most of his days, he began his regular routine by edging and gulping back his morning coffee in the garage. Before he picked up Jack, he'd regularly take Tyler home with him for special outings, usually a couple weeks apart. It was always especially exciting, but Mike made sure to space them apart. One evening with Tyler, Mike mentioned off-handedly that he liked to make little things to look forward to and one of them happened to be his outings with Tyler.

Jack hadn't experienced an outing yet. It seemed like Mike wanted to celebrate Jack's first month flattened with something special. Tyler wasn't sure what, but he knew he was horny beyond belief and way overdue for some relief.

The surprise came on a weekend in the middle of a cool evening. Mike closed the shop up a little early and cleaned himself up in the shop's shower, then changed into some clean casual clothes and returned to the garage.

Tyler and Jack's eyes followed him as he approached the blonde-haired twink, first. He reached up, smiling as he brought Tyler down from the hook with minimal effort. He opened a cupboard and retrieved a couple of strange cylindrical cases, of which Tyler was familiar.

They were sort of like the kind of archival case used for storing maps or scrolls or something, but for Mike, they were for holding Tyler and Jack. With surprisingly minimal effort, Mike's large warm hands gingerly crimped the bottom of Tyler's laminate, slowly rolling inwards. His toes were the first to start rolling, then the balls of his feet, then his ankles and on. It didn't take long for Mike to roll Tyler up.

Jack was a bit baffled and nervous. He wasn't sure what was happening, since this wasn't something Mike had ever mentioned before. All the same, he found himself wobbling in anticipation. It was a sort of learned behavior he'd begun doing, as a cutesy way of begging for attention.

With a gentle metallic clap, the map case was closed with Tyler rolled up in it. He always found this strange, dehumanizing experience to be oddly pleasant. It felt claustrophobic, but in a strangely erotic way, like extreme bondage or something. Although Tyler wasn't sure about it the first time, he'd grown to like the sensation of being rolled up so tightly. He couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to be tightly compressed like this. He could stay like this forever, honestly.

But, the trip wasn't intended to be long. Jack was next, regardless. Mike casually put the filled black leather cylindrical case on a nearby table, then approached the smiling, blushing brunette. The soft wibble-wobble of his laminate casing brought a giddy smirk to Mike's lips.

“Aha, eager to be rolled up? I guess I never told you before, sorta meant this to be a surprise…" Mike started.

Already, Jack's fears were assuaged. Something about the accent or just Mike's behavior and mannerisms made him immediately recognizable as non-threatening, kind and loving. Mike's warm, gentle hand reached up and gingerly pulled the hoop off the hook. Jack wobbled more unconsciously than consciously as he dangled above the dirty garage floor, feeling a bit like a cheap laminated menu as he was laid out on the same ironing board he'd laid flattened on all those days ago.

As devoid of autonomy as he was, Jack found his experience as a flattened person surprisingly pleasant. Jack regularly assumed this blissful life as a display was all a dream that he'd wake up from one day to find himself back at his old job working to pay off his mortgage. But, he was always grateful for each morning he woke up in the garage.

Today was no different, although Mike had certainly given him something new to be grateful for. Never in Jack's 26 years of living had he ever thought he'd be in this situation. Laying on his back on an ironing board, watching this huge muscular man slowly roll him up like a fruit rollup. It felt amazing, to feel his toes curl like that. Then his feet, then his whole legs.

Being compressed into a tube was so strangely objectifying but, it was oddly arousing to Jack. He'd never thought of it as so pleasant before, but the feeling of being rolled up like this was turning him on. His sexy dick couldn't twitch under the laminate, though. And before long, his flattened cock was rolled up along with the rest of him. He knew logically he wasn't far from his cock, and any feeble attempt to move only resulted in a frustratingly tight wiggle against the felt interior of the tube.

With a soft metallic clap, Jack was sealed in sensory deprivation. He could sense he was being carried around, put down occasionally. Then picked up and dropped gently into a place. He rolled around and bumped up and down, but never painfully. It felt surreal. Like he was in the perspective of some piece of luggage. Eventually though, the long ride ended. The pair of tubes were carried into Mike's home.

He walked down the stairs into his furnished basement and sighed deeply. It'd taken a long time, but his personal man cave was finally perfect. Well, save for a few decorations he needed to hang.

First, though. Jack had something else planned. It'd been a full month of orgasm denial for him and he was so pent up, he thought he could fill a bucket with cum. He sat down on the sofa and fetched a special gadget from underneath the simple hazelnut wood coffee table, then set it down on the empty surface. He popped open the first tube, marked 'TYLER' in a silver sharpie along the handle.

Out slid the rolled-up blonde twink. Jack grinned and his dick pulsed to life at the sight. It was so oddly intoxicating, just seeing these two. He couldn't help but sniff the laminate, expecting the smell of sweat but catching the whiff of plastic and oil from his garage. He rolled his eyes.

“I might have to re-laminate you two sometime, I think these sheets are getting a bit grimy from the workplace." Jack mumbled to himself. He wasn't exactly sure that his two living posters could hear him while trapped in the confines of the translucent plastic, but all the same he assumed the best and carried on.

Tyler's stint in darkness broke with the cap's removal and the flood of dim orange light from Mike's basement man lounge. He was pulled out of the tube completely by his owner's gentle hands, and unfurled like a scroll. It felt glorious, like every kink in his back was relieved all at once. There wasn't even so much of a crease left in the durable plastic, made for this specific purpose.

With the device that resembled a safety knife, Mike pulled the little metal hoop out of the laminate, then used another end of it to separate the two halves of the laminate. With a bit of effort, the two halfs popped free. The faint aroma of Tyler's body odor poured from the opened laminate and with little effort, the floppy, flattened man was pulled free, like a slim jim.

A tiny bit of residual sweat clung to the empty laminate, which Mike laid aside. With a moist hand towel, he gingerly wiped every inch of his flattened boy-toy's body clean. It wasn't difficult, the twink had most of his body hair lasered away before his fated flattening. Plus being so easily maneuverable, it wasn't difficult for Mike to hit every crease. The floppy blonde-haired man was spread over the right arm of the sofa to dry off, while Mike swapped buckets and towels and moved on to springing Jack free from his plastic prison.

Repeating the same process, Jack was freed from his own laminate and laid out across the left side of the sofa to dry, while Mike got up and put everything else away. He returned only about ten minutes later with a small bag of goodies.

“Hey, you two. I uh, I guess I never mentioned this before, but uh… I sorta, do some sexual stuff with Tyler. I figured, you know. Since you seemed into him and me, you'd be fine with uh… joining us." Mike said softly as he sat down next to Jack. The flattened brunette's eyes blinked a few times. Freed from the lamination, their rubbery flattened bodies could move without resistance, although they were still extremely limited by their flattened forms. Standing up was out of the question, but they could move their fingers, hands, arms. Minimally, but enough to be able to make simple gestures.

Jack was distracted learning to move each toe individually as Mike cleared his throat.

“S-so, uh. Do you, want to uhh… Be a part of what we've got going on?" Mike asked Jack plainly. The flattened man's head weakly nodded, a smile across his lips. I've got no idea what he's alluding to, but if it's what I think it is, Jack thought, his curvy erection weakly wobbling, a tiny bit of pre-cum dripping from the stiff flat tip.

“Heh, alrighty then! I'm so excited, I've been thinkin' of stuff for weeks now. Hooboy. Let's start off with configuration one!" Mike exclaimed, as if he'd ever explained whatever configuration one was.

Tyler's modest erection throbbed as he was grabbed by his floppy right leg. His skin was soft and hairless, thanks to the lasering he'd gotten long before ever meeting Mike. As Mike's warm hands gingerly began to roll his clammy flattened toes onto themselves, Tyler shuddered in bliss.

It'd been so long since the last time Mike had used him like this… And as humiliating as he was sure it was, Tyler couldn't help but be fully absorbed in the sensations, smells and feelings. His world went dark outside of the thin light pouring through the 'sides' of the roll he was fast becoming. His own body was warm, slightly moist and fragrant. The smell of his own body odor and the warmth alone made his whole flattened body shiver, only redoubling the pleasure that came with being compressed into a tube.

Jack was next, his own body tenderly rolled tight. His body odor's doughy scent merged and mingled with the faint cheesy aroma coming from Tyler, the two of them rolled into one vague sort of fleshlight-shape, their warm flattened forms tightly pressed against one another. Tyler could feel Jack's flattened boner pressing against his mid-back, while Tyler's meager shaft was pressed against Jack's chin, the two of them indistinguishable now that Mike had folded and rolled them together. Their own sweat acted like a weak adhesive, keeping the two stuck together in the tight bundle.

“Mmmph, you two look so hot like this…" Mike moaned as he stroked the fleshy roll. The thing was shivering and shuddering, the odd pale flattened toe or tanned flattened finger wiggling from a corner of the thing. With a relaxed demeanor, Mike fetched the lube out of his bag and spurted a generous amount into his palm. He pulled his sleeping pants down his waist, revealing his thick, huge dick. With a gentle stroke, the shaft was left glistening and ready. Mike applied the leftover lube to the innermost tube, where the two men's faces rubbed against each other.

The slickness of the innermost surface made the two eager, blushing men-turned-fleshlight squirm in delight and anticipation, but they needn't wait long. Mike's veiny length felt far larger now that they'd been compressed together into one warm, fleshy fleshlight. The two felt his shaft press between their layers, pushing between their tightly rolled-together bodies. A strange unity that felt amazing to everyone involved ensued as Mike slumped against the couch's cushions, squirming in bliss as he used one hand to hold the roll tightly together, sliding it up and down his enormous erection. It slid across Tyler's waist and right cheek, and across Jack's left cheek and chest with every thrust, both men's flattened shafts throbbing impotently and occasionally spurting pre-cum in anticipation of relief. The friction of their rolled-tight bodies sliding against themselves was euphoric, making the flattened men eager to stay their owner's sex toy for as long as he so desired.

Mike blushed and smirked like a dope as he watched Tyler and Jack's flattened digits interlock, the two becoming a little tighter. Their constant squirming made them feel like a vibrating fuck-toy, only encouraging Mike to go further, stroking faster and harder until pre-cum joined the slick water-based lubricant oozing from the roll's ends.

Just as Mike cusped arousal, he stopped to relish the moment like he had so many times before with Tyler. As he panted softly, his eyes traced the two attractive men's intertwined flesh with admiration and intent thought. He was relieved that Jack was enjoying their time together, but an idea sprang to mind that he'd considered while planning this little surprise.

“I've got something else I want to try, before I go too far…" Mike said with a nervous chuckle as he cautiously pulled the living fleshlight off his shaft. He got up and hurried to a cramped partially finished bathroom in the basement suite, turning the sink to lukewarm and gingerly rinsing the two intertwined fleshy bodies clean before carefully separating them from each other, delicately toweling off each part.

Jack's stiff boner stuck to the towel as it left his shaft for just a second, before springing free. His shaft wobbled like a door stopper as Mike laid the freshly dried Tyler down overtop of Jack, before carrying the two in his arms like a folded-up blanket.

Mike buzzed with excitement, his burly hairy naked form on full view for the pair of flattened men as he grabbed the lube again, touching up his shaft before gingerly pulling Jack out from under Tyler. His thin wobbling dick slid against all of Tyler's back as he slipped out from under him, his own tanned heels flopping over the edge of the dark wood coffee table he was spread out across.

Jack flopped around in Mike's large and slightly lubed fingers as he carefully planted his shaft between Jack's flattened asscheeks. His eyes widened in a mixture of shock and bliss, as his flattened state seemed to heighten his sensation and durability, letting the well-lubricated erection through his puckered flattened hole. Surprising to both Mike and Jack, Mike's shaft pushed through Jack's flattened butt, the huge phallus stretching Jack's own flattened cock around Mike's dick like some kind of weird fleshy condom, although the sensation was beyond euphoric for the both of them!

Mike's large meaty toes curled against the floor as he shuddered and groaned in bliss, shocked at how euphoric it was. In awe, he reached down and touched the stretched-out tip of Jack's dick. His own cock lively pulsed in response to the gentle gesture, spurting some pre-cum into Jack's flattened hole.

Jack was beyond nirvana, lost in the sauce of the intense euphoric sensation of having not only his ass filled, but his dick and balls, too. It was like Mike was wearing his genitals. He could feel every gentle touch on his own stretched-out dick, too small to contain all of Mike's. The man huffed as he reached over, holding Jack's head to his hairy chest with one warm meaty hand and grabbing Tyler by the shoulder with the other.

The floppy tan blonde man was like a sheet of warm fleshy silicone, wobbling around in mid-air before flapping against Jack's flattened form. Mike was beyond satisfied with his plan, although a bit irritated by how difficult it was to manage the two flattened men spread across his chest at the same time. With a bit of finagling, he managed to twist Jack around so that he flopped over Mike's right shoulder, and Tyler over his left. The pair of flattened dorks shuddered in bliss as Tyler's flattened ass pressed against the tip of Jack's stretched out condom of a cock, until finally the way parted. Tyler's eyes went wide in surprise too, a shock of intense pleasure as he felt his ass fill with Jack and Mike's erections simultaneously, his own dick suddenly growing full and taut, stretched tight over Mike and Jack's boners.

To Mike, it was like doubling up on condoms. The two men's cocks stretched over his own added a decent amount of friction and tightness, but simultaneously reduced the stimulation he felt from his own teasing.

Of course, he could certainly tell his teasing strategy was working wonders on the pair of flattened men. Their expressions shifted to goofy looks of pure lust, the likes Mike had only seen in pornography online. He was glowing with satisfaction and pleasure, happy that his two toys could enjoy such a strange experience with him. He squeezed and rubbed the knob of his cock through the two flattened men's erections; Both significantly smaller in girth and length than his own, with Jack being a little larger than Tyler. But both barely fit his dick. Their shafts stretched elastically but didn't let all of Mike's shaft into them, so the two men's groins sorta tented around Mike's shaft, especially as he stroked harder and harder.

The three sweaty men spread out on the couch were lost to the methodical rush of pleasure coming from Mike's determined pumping. Before long, his eyes rolled in bliss as he bucked hard and fast, thrusting hard until..

The peak of euphoria rang like a golden bell for all three of them, as their throbbing erections erupted simultaneously!

The rush of bliss left all three of them melting in incredible euphoria for a few moments as cum shot from the combined cocks, spurting like a fountain across their flattened bodies and Mike's muscular chest, globs of cum caught in his thick brown chest hair.

They groaned and shuddered, laying limp and panting in a heap. Jack and Tyler were beyond relieved, never having cum like that in their entire lives. The sensation was amazing, incomparable to anything they'd ever experienced!

“Hhhfff… Hhfff.. Th-that was amazing…" Mike grunted, laying limply against the sofa's orange cushions as he and his two living toys enjoyed their afterglow. They were each in awe, Mike and Tyler especially marvelled by the fact that the two flattened men had successfully orgasmed.

Theflattened faces resting on Mike's shoulders the trio laid in bliss for a while. Each man ruminating on the decisions that had led them to this strange, yet incredible, life together.

It wouldn't take too long for Mike to clean up and re-seal his favorite possessions, but he ensured he promised both of them another play date. They'd spend the night in tubes, to be taken back to work in the morning. Tyler and Jack would find themselves daydreaming about that night for many, many nights to come…