The lights flashed on, Chad blinked in the harsh light. He must've fallen asleep. His eyes focused on a familiar silhouette in the doorway of the dungeon playroom that was now upholstered with his flattened body. Could it be Bruno was the boss? The Speedo clad figure strode barefoot into the room. The warm soles on Chad's cold flattened body felt great. He had been in the cold dark room without any human sounds or touch for - how long? Was it hours? Days? Weeks? Months?
Bruno stopped about 10 feet from Chad's head. He was standing on Chad's flattened cock and balls, which formed a roughly 4.5 foot invisible circle on the black velvety floor. Bruno rubbed his chin, and moved nervously from foot to foot. Oh, if Chad wasn't flattened, his balls would've shrunk and he would be sporting wood from the little dance Bruno was doing on his manhood.
"Boss told me to come in and get a BJ from his new wall mounted head. Rico and the guys told me how good it was, even took Officer Ramos' schlock. I'd have more reservations about this, if I hadn't heard about Ramos. Sorry, Chad, but if the cop did you, uh, well, this is your permanent gig now. You might get upgraded as a sex toy if you really make yourself popular with the boss and his guests?" Bruno said with a shrug as he walked toward his former classmate's head mounted like a trophy on the wall, "what happened to the rest of you, Chad?"
Chad's eyes darted from the floor, side to side, and at the walls. Bruno's eyes widened, and he said, "Ooh, Rico said they flattened you. So you're the flooring and wallpaper now? That's why he had me take my shoes off."
Now that Bruno wasn't standing on his manhood, Chad noticed that in addition to Bruno's feet moving, and his hand on his chin, Bruno's other hand was working on his tented Speedo.
"Uh, I bet this is kind of weird for you, Chad. I mean you were used to getting head, not giving it. Anyway, I'll be gentler than most of the guys coming to the party tonight."
Bruno squeezed Chad's nostrils shut, and when Chad's mouth gasped for air, Bruni slid his cock between Chad's lips.
"Remember "no teeth" or you will end up with no teeth," Bruno said massaging Chad's head with his hands gently. "Uh, I saw Brad and Max are on the schedule to use you today. Not sure whether Brad knows the new head is his kid bro, nor why anyone would put a dog on the guest list?"
Chad gagged as he heard Bruno's words.
"Just relax, Chad, oh, yeah, you're really getting the hang of this," Bruno said closing his eyes and moaning as Chad focused on his task.
He tried not to think of what Brad would say when he saw him. He knew what Brad would do. Brad always said, "When offered a warm wet hole, use it." Warm, wet hole was pretty much Chad's description now. But Brad was his brother. Still if what Bruno said about the cop meaning Chad was permanently a wall fixture, the chances of Brad rescuing him were nill. Max? Guest list? Who the fuck was the boss? Why was he doing this to Chad? How was Chad still alive with all his organs flattened? What had Chad ever done to him? How was he breathing? Was he breathing? He couldn't speak with his lungs flattened, could he? Where was he? Why? So many questions!
Bruno blew his load. Chad's train of thought derailed. Bruno grabbed a small stool, set it front of Chad, and climbed on it, squatted shoving his butt in Chad's face.
He said, "Not bad, Chad. Now let's see how you do with rim jobs."