Blaine's eyes adjust to the dim basement lighting. He sees trolleys
and shelves filled with books. He looks down at the large coffee-
table-size book on the cart in front of him, and picks it up. He opens
the book to use it as a loincloth.
"Hey look, lederhosen!" he nods down at the leather bound book
covering his manhood.
Malcolm from his position behind and to the left of Blaine sees the
book. He thinks it looks like that pressed fairy book that was popular
about 10 years ago. He also saw the boner that Blaine was attempting
conceal inside the book. Yeah, it would be a mean thing to do, but it
would hopefully render Blaine incapable of continuing to beat up
Malcolm. He took a step forward with both hands reaching forward.
Malcolm slammed the open book shut against Blaine's abs. He let off a
silent yelp.
Malcolm opened the book to let Blaine's flattened manhood out, he
expected Blaine to crumple in pain on the floor. Instead Malcolm saw
that he had in fact flattened Blaine's manhood. It looked like a paper
cut out of his cock flapping there in the slight breeze.
"What the hell did you just do to my cock?" Blaine asked.
Malcolm looked at the cover of the book and then slammed the book shut
on Blaine's head flattening it. Blaine's two-D head wobbled awkwardly
on his paper thin neck. Malcolm closed the book on Blaine's right
hand, then his elbow, and right shoulder. Malcolm just kept slamming
the book shut flattening Blaine's body parts. Then he folded up the
mostly flattened jock and pressed his entire body flat between the
pages of the Grimoire.
When he was done, Malcolm unfolded the dark tan jock. "No tan lines,
I guess you must have a tanning salon membership. Heh, heh, and just
your luck I need something to wear, and I know how to fold a
fundoshi," Malcolm said as he began to fold Blaine's edges until he
was an approximately six inch wide long strip of human leather.
As Blaine soon discovered, a fundoshi is a Japanese loincloth. With
his back and butt folded outward, Blaine's face ended up up-close and
personal with Malcolm's cock. Malcolm tightened Blaine in place and
tucked Blaine's own flattened cock into Blaine's mouth. Then using his
index finger, Malcolm slipped his own cock inside Blaine's warm
leathery mouth. He adjusted his fundoshi and grinned. He might look a
bit freakish, but he could walk around campus now without getting
arrested. He took the grimoire which had flattened Blaine, he couldn't
read the arcane text, but he figured he could use it to flatten Blaine
if he started to reanimate.
He was halfway to his gym locker when Dwight stopped him.
"Hey, Malcolm, no hard feelings about throwing you and that jerk
Blaine out the back door?" he asked.
"Uh, just don't do it again, okay?" Malcolm answered cautiously.
"Good, we can be friends," Dwight said throwing his powerful arm
across Malcolm's narrow shoulders, and squeezing. "Come join me in the
sauna," Dwight ordered.
"I have to put this book away first," Malcolm said.
Dwight grabbed the book out of Malcolm's hands and tossed it into his
open locker, and closed and locked it. "There it'll be perfectly safe,
while we enjoy a private sauna," Dwight said guiding Malcolm into the
empty team sauna.
"Uh, okay sure," Malcolm said awkwardly. He was unsure what else to
do.
In the hot sweaty room, Dwight exchanged pleasantries, but slowly
turned the discussion to Blaine. Malcolm was breathing heavy as sweat
slickened his body. He adjusted his seat letting Blaine ride up his
butt crack.
"You know Blaine has a really unique tattoo. It's over the small of
his back. A really nice tribal affair, and it looks just like the logo
on your fundoshi," Dwight said pointedly.