I waited for the coast to be clear before I slipped back out of the vent. I approached Brad, sprawled out flat on the floor. His face was bright red from blush and he seemed a little embarrassed . I could only guess that my erotic thoughts had played out for him just as I imagined. I had to ask fast, though, so I couldn't really ask him.
With the coast clear I worked face. I started at Brad's flat feet and started to roll him up. I didn't notice until I got to his flat pressed sac and dick that I noticed I was sporting quite the hard on. Brad's skin felt like soft, supple leather. A sheet of soft skin and despite my best efforts rolling him up, seeing him reduced to so little yet living and feeling him was turning me on.
Once I had Brad rolled up with his own head on top of his rolled up flat body I snuck back into the vents. I only hoped they wouldn't notice the Brad rug missing and suspect someone was in the vents. I managed to get back to the large vent from before. It was much and I was getting tired. Being naked and in the drafty metal confines of the vent system was making me cold and I started to look at Brad.
Part of me knew I wanted to do what I was thinking to stay warm but the other part of me had been lingering on how flat Brad was. Something about him being so helpless, so simple, so barely human kept turning me on. On one hand I would think of how it would feel to just use him like the object he had become and yet part of me wanted to experience that myself, to feel myself reduced to a lowly rug.
Finally I unfurled Brad and laid him out. I told him I need to use him so I could stay warm. It was still the truth but the look on his still 3-D face showed what we both knew; it wasn't really for warmth. I took Brad and rolled his flat lush soft skin self around myself. The feeling was beyond belief. Feeling Brad's skin push against me went contour to me like a blanket, his body was still warm and despite being flat had all the functions of a man who wasn't flat. I buried my face in the warm man-blanket and was happily surprised to find Brad smelled like a man after a day of working. A warm manly musk, no really BO but simply the smell of a man. It caused my dick to get the hardest it could get.
It felt wonderful having my hard on rubbing against Brad's flat body. I started to rub myself through the man sheet letting the pleasure over take me. I saw Brad's flat dick bouncing around as I did. Without even thinking I grabbed that flat dick and started to rub it between my fingers, eliciting a raspy moan from where ever Brad's still full head was hiding out of view. I pumped us faster at the same time, feeling Brad's body head from his flat form rise with mine. We started to sweat, finding myself wrapped in pure sweaty man as I jacked off using a flat man as a sex toy.
It wasn't long until we both blew out load. I didn't even bother cleaning Brad off or unfurling him from around me. I just held that sweaty sheet of man skin to myself. I laid down and stretched him out a little bit to make sure he covered me. Part of me knew I had to find a way to restore Brad and yet...if I couldn't I really wouldn't mind. I would get to keep him like this. Still another part of me wanted to see just what it felt like to become what Brad had become. I stretched out the flat man a little more and rested my head on a portion of Brad's flat chest, quickly falling asleep in my sweaty man blanket...