The Prize

Mike thought he heard a soft thud at the door of his apartment. He opened the door slightly but saw nobody there.

Must have been hearing things, he thought when he noticed something resting against his door's base.

Opening the door fully, Mike bent down and examined the package curiously. It was addressed to him and the address was correct too, but there was no postage label. He gathered it must have been hand delivered.

He picked it up and shook it. It was surprisingly light and it made no sound at all when he shook it. It was wrapped in brown parcel paper with the address printed in neat block letters. He turned it over and saw no return address.

The package puzzled him. He hadn't ordered anything. He turned it over and over, trying to see if there were any marks or logo that would tell him where it came from. There wasn't.

A chill wind blew across the street and he shivered, remembering just how cold it was outdoors. He decided not to stand on his own door step brought the package in and closed the door. * *

Across the street, someone nodded in satisfaction when it was claimed. * *

Mike placed started opening the package. It was surprisingly easy to open, whoever had wrapped it had obviously intended that it be opened easily. Inside was a small cardboard box with a small note on stuck to the top.

"Perhaps this would solve the mystery,"said Mike as he unfolded the note. It ran :-

Dear Rubberfan,

Congratulations! You have won for yourself a new revoluntionary cat suit made from the latest rubber!

Thank you for visiting our shop and we hope to see you more often in future.

There was no name but Mike instantly knew the name of the shop. It was one of those on line things and it had just been launched. It specialized in skin fitting suits made of lycra, spandex and the substance the fascinated him most of all, rubber. There was a contest for a skin fitting rubber suit and all he had to do was fill up a form. It was pretty obvious that the shop owners were trying to establish a large contact list of interested parties so that they could send their advertisements to, whether by snail mail or by email. Mike had wanted a cat suit all his life but couldn't afford it, not with the allowance his parents gave him. On top of that, he was quite certain his parents wouldn't approve of him having a fetish for rubber so he kept his fetish a secret and frequently surfed the Net for pictures but never experienced the real thing.

Realizing what the contents were, Mike snatched up the cardboard box and its wrappings and retreated to the privacy of his room. With trembling hands, he opened the box. It seemed too small for a catsuit, the box was about the size of a loaf of bread.

Inside, the box appeared to be filled with something pitch black.

Mike reached in and felt something smooth and cold.

Heart pounding, he pulled on a fold his questing hands came upon. Something black and shiny unfolded from the box. He gave it another tug and the entire suit came out of the box and Mike held something shiny and thin in his hands. It smelt faintly of rubber and he could feel his cock getting hard.

The suit was definitely what the shop had promised, it was made of some sort of special rubber, the rubber itself was paper thin but it was definitely rubber.

Mike hurriedly stripped off his clothes. Underneath, he was fit and well built like any college undergrad that was heavily involved in athletics and working out, he kept himself completely smooth, as he felt hair just covered up all the muscle definition he had been working up. This had lead to some snide remarks from his mates but Mike didn't really care and shaved every other day, even his cock and balls were smooth, he had a nice big cock, and wanted everyone to see it.

Vaguely remembering reading about something like this, Mike applied some talcum powder all over himself first and then, after finding the opening of the suit, sat down on his bed so that he could slip his legs into the suit. He gasped at the first real contact of rubber on his bare skin. It was far more erotic and pleasurable than he had expected!

He slipped his feet in quickly and the rubber hugged his body tightly but comfortably. He quickly slipped his hands and arms into the appropriate compartments and then reached behind to zip himself into the suit. It was strangely easy to zip himself in, the rubber that fitted over his hands was so thin that he could feel perfectly.

Once the zip was in place, the rubber hugged every part of his body tightly. He ran his hands over his body and his cock grew even harder in his suit. He moaned, partly in pleasure and pain as his cock grew stiffer. He hurriedly stood up and adjusted his cock so that it rested against his washboard abs, held in place by the tight fitting suit, pointing straight up towards his chin.

He realized that there was a hood in the suit as well. This was far too good to be true, he thought. he reached back and found the hood and managed to pull it over his face on the third attempt. As with the rest of the suit, it fitted his face perfectly.

He stood up, completely covered in skin fitting rubber but his form was so clearly outlined that it would be as if he was still naked. He looked down at his rubber coated body and sighed as he stroked himself, enjoying the touch of rubber against rubber. He stroked his cock, the rubber fitted over his skin so well that he could see his cock clearly, and he moaned in pleasure.

He lay back on his bed to enjoy the sensation of the rubber on his skin. He fondled and caressed his own body, sighing and groaning, enjoying himself. He could feel his cock leaking precum but he didn't care. He was sure he would come soon and he didn't want that to happen, he wanted to enjoy himself more, before he came. He relaxed on his bed, just simply enjoying the sensation of the rubber covering his entire body and the smell of it, the strong, sweet smell of rubber. * *

Outside, a man dressed in a long black overcoat, blending in with the shadowy surroundings, crossed the street to the door where he had just dropped a package two hours ago. He held a long, thick tube in his hand which was also black, like the sort that artists use to carry their sketches around without crumpling them. He pushed a thin piece of wire into the lock, picking it expertly through gloved hands. He glanced around to make sure that there was nobody looking, opened the door and slipped in. * *

Meanwhile, in his room, Mike got more and more aroused by the rubber suit. He couldn't believe that he could feel this hot and this horny. He didn't dare move now, he was sure the slightest movement would make him cum.

His head started to tingle and he started to have difficulty breathing. He wondered if it was because of the suit, was he suffocating because of the tightness of the suit? It was becoming harder to breath. He tried to get up to take the suit off but the action triggered of the orgasm which he had denied himself for so long and he came, powerful and vigrously. He moaned loudly in his rubber suit and his entire body tingled pleasantly, he had never felt like this before, so hot and so aroused and he had never come so long and so hard, he could feel his restrained cock shooting what seemed like endless streams of cum. He collapsed back on the bed as the waves of intense pleasure flooded nis body and mind.

What it was over, Mike was completely limp and had no strength to move. He lay there resting. It was then he realized that he wasn't breathing!

I have to be imaging this, he thought and tried to take a breath but his body simply did not react. He tried to get up but he couldn't do this either!

He was starting to panic but there wasn't anything he could do. He wanted to scream for help but somehow, he only managed a soft whisper. That was when he realized he could talk, but only if he tried very hard but no matter how he couldn't make words, just sounds.

He then heard a noise, as if it was his room door opening. The hinge had rusted a little and he hadn't had time to oil it so it was always made a noise when it was opened. He then heard soft footsteps.

He saw a figure all dressed in black. This wasn't anyone he knew and he wanted to protest at what was going on but only manage a soft moan.

"Quiet boy, soon, you'll have all your answers,"said the figure.

Mike saw him uncap a long tube of some kind and tipped something out. It was a rod of average diameter, small enough to fit inside the tube with plenty of room in between. Mike watched as the intruder placed the rod on his forehead. He felt the stranger do something with the rod and his forehead, he couldn't tell what, but it felt like the top of his forehead was touching the lower part of his forehead, which couldn't be possible.

Mike had no time to wonder what was going on next for he felt a strange, confusing sensation and feeling, Mike was too confused to figure out what was going on but it felt as if his entire body was being wrapped around something over and over again, different parts of his body that could never connect or touch were touching each other and Mike was completely overwhelmed with the sensations he felt. He had long since lost his sight and couldn't see what was going on.

He felt his entire body being lifted up and then felt himself being slipped into somewhere hard and dark. There was a soft click and then he was in total darkness. * *

The stranger permitted himself a smile of satisfaction as the black rubbery mass disappeared into his black plastic tube. He picked up the small cardboard box in which the suite had been delivered in, the brown paper and the note. He stuffed the brown paper into the box with the note. He then left the house with the box and Mike.

He made his way back with Mike slung over his shoulder to a modest house and opened the door. Despite his steady hands and precise movements, it was quite obvious that he was excited and wanted to get in as soon as possible. He opened the lock door with a key and entered.

He descended rapidly down a flight of stairs to a basement where a large frame rested. It was large enough to accommodate the average person. It was a simple gilded frame but it held nothing inside, save for a a piece of acrylic. The frame rested horizontally on a work table.

He shrugged off his coat and removed his hat and shaded glasses, revealing a well built, middle aged man. He then opened the tube with a sharp twist of the cap and drew out the rod which Mike was wound around. He wondered if the boy knew what had happened to him yet? * *

Mike felt motions and knew he was being taken somewhere but he didn't know where. He was also very concerned as to what had happened to him. He couldn't breath but he was still aware... and hopefully alive.

He heard a soft click and then felt sudden movement. The strange feeling came again, but this time, in the opposite direction, he felt himself being unwound, that was the only word for it, from the rod he had been wound around, onto a flat surface. He was then flipped gently onto his front and he felt a hand on the zipper of the rubber suit which he was still wearing.

He felt the suit being unzipped and then the hood was removed. Someone then eased him gently out of the suit, something that was quite easy to do for Mike was now limp and soft all over, gentle tugs here and there allowed him to be removed from the suit quite easily.

In moments, he was free from the suit but was still unable to move. He was laid flat on a table. The stranger seemed very please with something and ran his hands up and down Mike's body. Mike was quite horrified and aroused at the same time. While he was attracted to guys, something else he had kept a secret, he had never been touched so intimately before, or under such circumstances.

"Figured out what happened to you yet boy?"said the stranger. Mike wanted to answer that he hadn't. "Let me show you boy,"he said.

Holding Mike, he moved to a mirror hanging on the wall. Mike felt his body being arranged so that he could look into the mirror and was shocked.

In the stranger's hand, he saw a flimsy, flesh coloured figure. The figure was himself! Somehow, the stranger had flattened him into a two dimensional version of himself! He could see his entire body, every single muscle was captured perfectly but everything was two dimensional, his erect cock resting on his washboard abs were now one single mass, a part of his abs, no longer separate. Even the expression on his face was captured, he wore an expression of intense arousal and pleasure, whatever that was done to him must have been done just after he came.

"Like what you see boy?"the man asked.

No! Mike wanted to scream. He tried to but only a soft moaning noise escaped his flattened body. What's happened to me?

"As you might have guessed by now, the suit did this to you,"said the stranger as he took Mike away. Mike felt him lay him flat on something again. Flat was something that was easy for Mike now, considering what had been done to him. "It compressed your form, leaving you length and breadth but very little depth, you still have some thickness though,"said the stranger, lifting Mike's hand and rubbing it, like someone trying to work out how thick something was. "About ten pieces of paper, I suppose. I could arrange for you to be thinner, of course, but that would have taken too long and I wanted you fast." He let go on Mike's hand and Mike felt his hand drift downwards to the table slowly. He probably weighed very little now, Mike thought. "But don't worry boy, I'll treat you well. Just relax while I get things ready for you,"he said.

Mike heard sounds of some sort, like liquid being emptied into a container. There was a brief instance of silence and then more sounds were heard, like it was being stirred.

He saw the figure come back again and he was picked up once more.

"You're all dirty from your orgasm boy, you need a bath,"said the man as Mike felt himself being lowered into something warm. "This will clean you, and loosen out all the kinks in you and make you more supple."

Mike felt himself folding, that was the only word for it now, as he was lowered into the liquid. The container was probably too small to take him if he wasn't folded. He wanted to cry out as his head was pushed underneath the liquid but he couldn't. And then he remembered he didn't need to breath.

Once he was completely submerged, the liquid was slowly stirred somehow by some unknown mechanisim that he couldn't see and his flattened form was being pushed this way and that. The liquid also became hotter though not uncomfortably so. The temperature and motion made him feel good somehow, good in a sort of way that he hadn't felt before. He tried not to enjoy it but it was too difficult.

He felt something hold some parts of him and then he was slowly pull out of the water, by his shoulders, it would appear. He felt the liquid drain off him, flowing off his surface. He was held in place for a while and then shaken gently, as if he was being shaken dry like an object.

He was given a few more shakes before being laid out flat again, the stranger smoothed him out completely and Mike wanted to moan in pleasure and dismay as this person's hands stroked and explored his two dimensional body.

"Very nice,"said the stranger. "You're softer and smoother now, relax now boy, while I finish getting your new home ready for you.". The stranger left briefly but came back with something. Mike couldn't see what it was but he felt something being placed over a part of him, his cock and balls, he thought.

"Enjoy boy,"said the stranger. Instantly, he felt something stroking his cock, something like a feather, or at least feathery in texture, running up and down his cock rapidly. Mike moaned loudly, at least he thought it was loud to him but he only heard a soft moan emerge from his now flattened lips. "You like it don't you boy?"said the stranger, stroking Mike's chest appreciatively and Mike felt more aroused and hotter than ever. "I know you do. Relax boy, I'll have you settled in soon." He stroked Mike in a gentle, comforting manner and then left.

As he left, Mike experienced something akin to orgasm, the rush of pleasure was just as intense but he no longer felt any movement of muscles within him. With the stimulator over his flattened body, Mike was forced to enjoy the orgasms the device induced in him, moaning softly as the pleasure and orgasms course through his now flattened body as he waited for the stranger to return. * *

The stranger had taken great care as he removed Mike's body from the special rubber suit. The subject within was quite durable but he did not want to cause Mike any discomfort or pain. He was very pleased when he saw how good the body of the subject looked. The subject, whose name was Mike, was young and handsome, and had a youthful athletic body which his compression technology had captured perfectly by transforming the lad into a flattened version of himself. All the proportions of the boy was kept intact, there was no gross exaggeration that one would expect when something three dimensional was flattened out. His body looked the same as it did when he was three dimensional, only that it now lacked depth. When viewed from the front or back he looked perfectly normal, only touch betrayed the fact that the impressive naked body of Mike was really two dimensional. From the side, it became very obvious as all that could be seen was a thin line the length of Mike's body.

Although he knew that he ought to get his work done and over with as soon as possible, he could not resist laying Mike completely flat on the table and ran his hands over his smooth, flattened body. Mike still felt warm to touch, just like an ordinary human, but he no longer breathed and he no longer moved. From experience, a subject could still speak but he wasn't sure if Mike had discovered this. He did this for a while, enjoying the feeling of the smooth surface of Mike.

Later, he showed Mike what had happened to him. He had a feeling Mike hadn't figured out what had been done to him which didn't surprise him. He lay Mike flat on the table again and then got Mike's bath ready, it was a chemical bath in a special container where the liquid would be directed at Mike's body to soften it and render it smoother and easier to handle. He picked Mike and slowly lowered him into it, as on e would do when lowering a large piece of cloth or something similiar into a wash basin. He then shut the liquid, and switched it on, letting the device do its work on Mike's flattened body.

He put the rubber suit which transformed Mike away after cleaning and polishing it to a satisfactory shiny black. It also had some of the boy's cum on it and that had to be cleaned off too.

Once he was done with the suit, a beeping sound from the washing device alerted him that Mike's processing was completed. He opened the device and saw a pile of flesh coloured something at the bottom, folded in on itself. One thing about his flattened boys, they didn't crumple, which made them very easy to work with.

He managed to grab some parts of the fleshy coloured mass and slowly pulled it up. It broke through the surface of the liquid. He pulled it out slowly and when it was all out, he shook it a few times to get all the liquid off. He felt the boy in his hands, rubbing it as he grasped it, the lotion had worked well, the boy was a lot smoother and softer to touch now, and a lot more pilable.

When the boy was completely dry, he lay the boy back on the table again. He fondled his new flattened boy a bit more and then put a special device which looked like a small box with lots of feathery appendages below, right over Mike's two dimensional cock. He turned it on and the feathery appendages below started moving, stimulating Mike's cock. He heard a soft moan from the flattened Mike, one of the few sounds that his processed subjects were able to make, and then left him there to enjoy himself.

He went to the frame and hurriedly sprayed a clear liquid over the acrylic sheet and then dried it with a hair dryer. Once he deemed that it was dry enough, he went back Mike. Judging by the amount of moans he heard, the boy must be enjoying himself, he thought. * *

Mike was enjoying himself. He knew he had somehow been flattened into two dimensions by some mad man or mad scientist and should be wondering how to get out of his predicament but the device made him come over and over again and he couldn't help but enjoy it and he was sorry when the man came back and removed the device.

"Enjoyed that boy?"the man asked him.

Mike remained silent, he wanted to answer but simply could not rouse himself to. The man seemed to know this and laughed at the flattened youth's silence.

"There's more where that came from boy,"said the man. "Relax boy,"he said as he brought the thin rod again and Mike found himself rolled round it once more. It was no longer as confusing as before since he knew what had been done to him and why he could feel what he felt.

He was moved again and set down on a cold surface. It was cold and smooth. He was unrolled slowly this time, now rapidly like before, he could feel the man smoothing him out and patting him out flat as he was unrolled. What was going on now? * *

The man was unrolling Mike on the acrylic sheet. The clear liquid he sprayed on the sheet was an adhesive of some kind, allowing him to mount Mike onto the plastic sheet. He worked slowly, not wanting to ruin his latest work. He unwound Mike a little each time, smooth him out and made sure he stuck properly to the acrylic sheet, and then unwound more of him. He repeated this until Mike was complete unwound and lay flat on the acrylic sheet. He smiled to himself and stroked the youth's body. This would be Mike's home for a good many years to come although the lad probably didn't know it yet.

The adhesive was by no means permanent and he could peel Mike off if he wanted. He did this to his subjects every now and then, when their front became boring, he peeled them off and mounted them the other way so that their face faced inwards and their muscular backs could be seen. He considered both the front and the back of the human form quite beautiful and admired both just as much.

Giving Mike's body one last caress, he lifted up the frame, which was surprisingly light and made his way out of the basement. * *

After what seemed like a very long time, Mike was finally unrolled and he now lay completely flat on something. The man then stroked his body for a while and Mike groaned again but since the stimulus was not as intense as before, he made no audible noise.

He then felt movement once again but it wasn't him that was moving, it was whatever he was lying on that was moving. His orientation changed from horizontal to vertical suddenly but he remained on whatever he was laid on. He realized that he was stuck to the surface.

What was this madman going to do to him next? Mike thought.

Oddly enough, he was no longer frightened for he felt that nothing worse could possibly happen to him.

Mike was carried through dark places and finally stopped for a while. He heard a door open and the flick of a light switch. Trying to blink instinctively but failing completely, Mike was brought into the lit area. He then felt knocks on his back, as if the stranger was trying to lean him against the way or something similar.

The knocks stopped and the stranger stepped back.

"Well Mike, this will be your new home for the rest of your life, I hope you like it,"said the stranger.

The room that Mike was in was a tastefully decorated bedroom, the furniture was elegant and tasteful but not fancy or overtly ornamental.

"Look over there Mike,"said the stranger, gesturing to the opposite wall. "See a frame there?"he asked.

Mike did, there were spot lights trained down on the ceiling on the opposite walls, five in all, illuminating five separate spots in a row. Only two spot had something in it though, a shiny, metallic golden frame. However, it was what was inside the frames that caught his eye.

Mounted on the frame was the two dimensional image of a handsome young naked man very much like himself. He was as muscular as Mike was and more defined. He looked like he could have been an ameatur body builder, his form so perfectly chiselled and bronzed with no visible tan lines. The features of his body perfectly clear, the beauty of his form captured permanently in two dimensions. His face bore an expression very similiar to Mike's, as if he was going to or having the most potent orgasm in his entire existance. His hard cock, flattened into his groin, pointing towards the right, showed just what he was experiecing in the brief seconds before his conversion into what he was now.

He must have undergone the same process that I did, Mike thought. And that must be what I'm mounted on too, he thought, that's why I can stand up vertically like this. The man opposite him was very beautiful, Mike thought, and if he were three dimensional, his cock would have twitched.

Because he couldn't turn his eyes and could only see right in front, he couldn't see the other frame clearly, he could only see the frame and the vague shape of someone mounted on it also, but could not see the details as his eyes could not turn to focus on the other figure.

"Those are the others that I've processed before you,"said the man, stroking Mike's cock possessively and affectionately at the same time. A rush of pleasure filled Mike again. "They've been here for some months now. I'm planning to add more to my collection and I hope to have a complete set of ten for my bedroom wall decor." He paused. "A very special decor,"he said.

No! Mike wanted to cry out. Please don't do this.... he thought helplessly.

He felt some thing being attached over his cock again, it somehow stuck onto his groin and ab areas and remained there easily.

He saw the man cross the room to other two youths and affixed a small box connected to a wire on them to their erect cocks as well.

"Well boys, we have a new member tonight, name's Mike, say hello to Mike boys,"said the man. He pressed a button on a panel in the wall.

At once, Mike heard a soft moaning sound coming from across the room. He knew what it was, the two guys mounted opposite him were being stimulated by the box over their cocks and they were moaning in pleasure even though they made no visible movement whatsoever.

"And Mike, don't be shy, say hello to your new friends,"said the man.

The device over Mike's cock hummed to life and he started moaning loudly in pleasure but as before, it came out as a soft moan. He came almost immediately. Somehow, he was very horny even though he had just come many times not long ago.

"I'll leave you boys to get to know each other,"said the man and left the room.

Mike, stimulated by the device over his cock, came over and over again... * *

The man had a quick shower and then dried himself off. He did not bother to dress again and emerged from the bathroom naked. The boys were still moaning away softly. They were probably enjoying themselves a great deal he thought.

"Got to know each other well enough yet boys?"he said. "No? That's fine, you have the entire night to get know each other. Just keep it down, will you? I'm going to sleep,"he said.

With that, he switched of the lights, plunging the room in to semi darkness and soon fell asleep listening to the soft moanings coming from the three studs that were now converted into life like and beautiful decorations on his walls… * *

Mike barely noticed the man emerge from the bathroom, the pleasure he felt had almost completely dominated his mind and he thought of nothing else. He only knew that the lights were switched off and the room became dark. He didn't think of sleeping though, he thought of the pleasure that he now felt on his cock as the device did its work. For a brief moment, he wondered what the other two must be thinking, were they enjoying their captivity too like he was? But he didn't think about this for very long for he came again and he found himself looking forward to the next orgasm... and the next... and the next.... Epilogue Another young man was discovered missing, joining a list of two other young men. All three were around the same age and were involved in similar activities in their respective colleges. Aside from that, they had no connections to each other whatsoever. The police could find no clues to the mysterious disappearances and speculated that some serial killer, targeting young men fitting the descriptions of the missing three was at large though no body had been found and advised the public to be careful. In a modest house, a man was reading the report about the latest disappearance of a young man. The face of the young man was printed along with the article. It was a very familiar face. He lowered his newspaper and looked at the walls of his bedroom where three young men who were declared missing hung, mounted on specially designed frames, transformed into life sized, flattened versions of themselves by his special rubber suit. Nobody would ever thought of looking for them in his house, he thought, or suspect that the decor on his walls were really the missing young men. He set aside the newspaper and rose from his chair. He walked towards the frames, each held a beautiful picture of a handsome young man, except that it was far too life like, each one wearing an expression of bliss and estacy on its face. He reached out and stroked their smooth, slightly warm form one at a time, one of them, the newest one, managed a soft moan. He smiled, this one was quite respnsive, he felt. He ran his finger up and down the boy's flattened member on his abs and the sound increased just a little. Once he had enough fun with the flattened studs, he picked up a package about the size of a loaf of bread wrapped up neatly in brown paper. He thought of an empty frame waiting in the basement and gazed for a moment on an empty spot on his walls, beside Mike, and smiled. Like a hunter in pursuit of a quarry, he had spent a few days observing another young man who left him his address and he knew the youth's every movement. Soon, the young man would receive the 'prize' that he had 'won', and he would have another young man added to his bedroom wall. He could hardly wait...