"Alright", Mark says, starting to sway the coin in front of Simon's face. Simon tries to look away but he finds he is not physically able to. He has to stare at it. Simon feels the medallion going deep into his brain and his consciousness.
"Simon, my balls still fucking ache. I think ruining your life is a fair trade off. Don't you think?". Mark asked him. Every part of Simons body was screaming NO!, but he couldn't take his eyes off the medallion. Simon said "yes" in monotone voice.
"First things first, tell me Simon, are you sexually attracted to guys or dicks?". The medallion forced him to be truthful. "Not at all. I'm very straight", Simon mumbled. Mark clapped his hands. "Great, Simon. Keep looking at the coin. Now. On the count of three, your going to be obsessed with our dicks. You only want big and floppy football cocks. The dirtier and sweatier the better. In fact, you need to eat 2-3 loads a day or else you will feel awful!"
Simon felt overwhelming sadness as memories of sucking dicks and drinking the football teams cum. He knew it was awful. He looked longingly at Marks huge schlong. He could almost taste it, and his own powerful new jock rod slowly started getting rock hard. Mark said "no simon, later. Not now. Look at the swinging coin and the next change is coming soon".