The networking window opened on his computer indicating that the computer in his father's study was taking control as the master computer and Ben's was assuming slave status. Ben helplessly pounded on the unresponsive keyboard.
"Oh, Pa, let me reset the Chronivac!" Ben pleaded.
"Hehe," came high pitched laughter over the computer's network intercom, "Pa's not here, but he said I could use his computer for my report because you wouldn't let me use yours, and the one in the family room crashed. Man, this Chronivac thing is cool, is your dick really 25 inches long?"
"Tommy, give me back control of the Chronivac right now!" Ben said sternly, "You don't want me to have to come deal with you."
"No, you stay seated. Actually, you don't want to disobey me, do you, slave boy?"
Ben's mouth hung open as he realized that Tommy had accessed his mental profile and reconfigured it. A Chronivac Window opened with an hour glass, and the words "Reconfiguring Subject One Mental Parameters." A series of checked boxes appeared in the window: "Obedient, Loyal, Docile, Subservient, Strong Desire to Please MASTER THOMAS."
Ben swallowed hard as he felt compelled to sit back down and answer his new Master Thomas. "Yes, Tommy, I don't want to disobey you," he said in an uncharicteristically docile tone.
"Cool, Puppet boy, but from now on call me Thomas when people are around and Master Thomas, Master or Sir when we are alone or with my friends. Got it, Slave Boy?"
"Yes, Master Thomas, I understand, sir."
"Good, now do you want your dick to be less than 25 inches?"
"Yes, sir, please make it smaller."
"Now where should I put that decimal point?" Tommy joked, at least Ben hoped it was a joke. He knew he'd be the laughing stock of gym if he showed up with a 2.5 inch dick...Master Thomas wouldn't reduce him to a quarter incher would he? That would make it more of a pimple than a penis.
Ben held his breath as he watched his penis telescope into his body getting shorter and shorter.