"Oh, you look just the same, as when I first flattened you. Maybe a bit more sparkly, not quite ripe for milking though," Milo said. "Oh, well, Chad, I'll just leave you on the shelf for a bit to ripen. Then when you're nice and sparkly, I'll milk you dry, and collect some fairy dust. Then I'll close the book on you for a while, while you recharge your fairy powers," Milo said. "Still maybe I'll collect a drop or two now. It might prime the pump to increase your fairy juice production." He leaned forward, peeled Chad's still erect flattened penis up perpendicular to the book. Then Milo leaned down, opened his mouth, and sucked on Chad's tiny swelling penis. He sucked out a drop of fairy juice out of the flattened former quarterback. If he hadn't been flattened, Chad would have moaned, as he aching flattened balls pushed out glittery fairy juice. Milo licked his lips, Chad saw twinkly silver sparkles on Milo's tongue. "Yum!" He smacked his lips. "Hope it was a good for you as it was for me - well, not really. Think of all the women you used to have, at least one a day? Well, those women are history. You have only me to look forward to from now on. Now you'll be lucky to get head once a month."
Milo raised the open part of the book perpendicular to the page Chad lay glued to, and said, "Now Chad, if you think you are depressed now, wait until next month."
Milo grinned down at flattened naked fairy boy Chad, he raised his other hand and waved at Chad, and said, "Buh-by, Chad."
Then he slammed the book shut.
Chad was in the dark. He lay there flattened. There was nothing he could do. It was worse than being a butterfly pinned to a museum display or dried flower flattened in a book, those things were dead - Chad was alive. He was flat as a pancake, couldn't draw breath, but he was alive, he was conscious, he was trapped, he was owned. He felt so stupid that he had fallen for Milo's trap. It just seemed so impossible and unlikely to him before, now the impossible nightmare was his reality.
He lost track of time. He dreamed - he wasn't sure if he was asleep or if the dreams were waking dreams. Memories of Milo telling him to hit the books, or he'd book Chad, when Milo was tutoring him. It had made no sense at the time, but he recognized a threat, and had put Milo in a headlock to show him who was boss. Now he dreamt of Milo's return to suck his cock dry again. Damn, he was horny. So many memories, which were real, which were distorted by his flattened isolation? He dreamed of playing football. He dreamed of women, lots of women, lots of sex. If he was human, he would have blow more than a few loads as wet dreams.
Suddenly, the book opened. Milo? thought Chad, as the pages began to be lifted off him.
"Ew! Pressed fairies. Damn, they look real. Milo really is a perv," said a male voice. The page turned and Chad blinked as the light blinded him temporarily. A giant silhouette of a head loomed over him. The voice continued, "Whoa, this one looks like Chad!"
Chad's eyes adjusted to the light. He recognized the giant face smirking down at him.