You find your breathing getting shallower as Bruno's hand relentlessly press down on you.
You're sure this cannot be happening, but Bruno starting with your toes has begun rolling
you up like a toothpaste tube. Air rushes out of you, and you're reduced to some sort of
rubbery cylinder. The door opens, and from your location in Bruno's right hand, you can
see Troy your frat brother. He goes straight up to Bruno. He is carrying an empty
cardboard mailing box.
"Is that him?" He asks Bruno.
Bruno nods, and unfurls you with some swift action, "VOILA!" he shouts.
You're naked, flattened and immobile like some sort of freaky pool toy.
"That's perfect!"
"Bruno, you wouldn't believe how hard I've tried to get rid of this guy. He was a great frat
brother in the beginning but he's become more and more annoying. We tried talking to him
but he just wouldn't take a hint. I really want to thank you so much, I know my frat
brothers will really enjoy their new linen," he says as he expertly folds you up and puts you
into the mailer box. He peels off the adhesive tape and seals the end.
You are folded in on yourself. Everything is dark. While you're immobile and deflated, you
can taste and feel. There is something wet and salty in your mouth. You realize that the
bastards have folded you with the head of your cock in your mouth. As you're
unceremoniously dumped into the mailing carton, you find your own deflated cock shoved
deep down your throat as you're stuffed into the two small container. It is a very tight fit as
they have to shove you in.
You hear them talking about mailing you to the fraternity. Then you're jostled around and
hear only feet walking. You're in a tote bag. About 15 minutes later, you're moved around
and realize you're being weighed. A second later, pow. The postman must have just
stamped you hard. You bounce violently, and roll along a conveyor to be dumped in a bin
with other boxes.
The mailman dropped of you at the frat. They laugh at you.
"Now let's plaster him to our wall." One said. They take you out and unroll you. You feel
normal a little bit. But your still flat. They glued you to the wall. "Hey you guys
stoppppppp..." You try to say but they glued your flat mouth shut. They leave you in the
darkness. Now what am I gonna do?
A little later, Troy comes in and says, "Now don't worry. This is just joke. We'll pull you
down from the wall and clean you up. How can we use you as a towel if you're stuck to the
wall. And if you're really good, we'll restore you to a brother, eventually."