Smiling, Madame left the stage. Tyler couldn't move, and tried to ignore all the spectators giggling and pointing at his naked body. He didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, in fact under other circumstances Tyler might have been grinning like a devil. He prided himself for staying in shape, and more importantly for having a large dick. Resting it was five inches long, and then eight when he got hard.
Madame returned to the stage carrying a spinning wheel in her hands. She set it on a stand beside Tyler, and continued the show.
"Now then, let's see what fate has in store for you." Madame said with a sly grin.
"What the fuck are you talking about lady?" Tyler snapped, losing patience very quickly.
"No, no, no. Did I say you could speak? Hush, let me do the talking." Madame made a pinching motion with her hands and Tyler found his mouth closing without his permission. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. All he could do was stand there naked and angry, glaring at the old bitch next to him.
"This will determine the proper form for a rude young man like yourself. And then perhaps, you'll change your ways. So, shall we give it a spin? Tyler, go ahead."
Tyler, his mouth still clamped shut, walked to the wheel. He saw small engravings on each section, but couldn't read them. They were in some unknown language, unknown to him at least. As he extended a hand, Tyler's mind screamed at his body to stop. He didn't know what would happen, but knew it wasn't going to be anything good.
His hand made contact with the wheel, and pulled down. The wheel spun and spun, until it finally landed on...
*Options below are just suggestions. Feel free to add your own, as long as it goes along with the whole "one part, one animal" type change