Mark stirred on the floor his muscled haddn't changed much but grew slightly. Mark yawned as the bruise on his forehead vanished waking up he looked around and immediately remembered what happened.
"What happened, whats going on, what the hell is wrong with you!" he shouts when he sees Kyle still jacking off with his wooden organ his arms were getting tired but continued to move just as fast. Mark got up to run again pulling at the knob he causes it to bend and break off surprised at his sudden strength he almost falls over but quickly catches his balance.
"Pinocchio" Kyle says quietly. Mark stops moving his breathing become rhythmic, his eyes expressionless.
"Mark can you hear me?" Kyle asked
"Yes" Mark replied in a monotone voice
"Talk normally when in a trance from now one that monotone voice will defiantly alert to someone something is wrong"
"Ok" Mark replies this time just by his voice you couldn't tell anything was wrong.
"Now Mark you will become understanding and sympathetic to my situation when you leave this trance you will offer to help me with whatever I need. You will no longer find any of this weird and will help cover up strange events for me. Do you understand all this?"
"Yes Kyle I will be understanding and sympathetic and will help out however I can" He repeated
"Good, and since you will believe none of these events are strange it wont effect our friendship in any way in fact you will want to become a better friend with me, and nothing anyone will say to you will make you feel any different about our friendship... you can wake up now"
"Whoa, whats going on, what happened to you" Mark asked with a genuine concern in his voice.
"It was Jen every time I lie, exaggerate, or promote myself My dick turns to wood and I can't help but jack off"
"Thats typical of her to blow things way out of proportion. Can I help out somehow?"
"Well theirs one thing you can do for now"
"What do you need man?"
"See that sandpaper over there? Well the only way to return myself to normal at least till I have to lie again is if I sand my dick completely off"
Mark was so concerned and helpful it was almost creepy but Kyle needed the help bad. Kyle was defiantly strait but with the power he had over mark and the situation he was in the end justified the means
"If thats what has to be done I'll help you out" he said grabbing the sandpaper and wrapping it around Kyle's wooden shaft.
"Wait, my hands are in the way your much stronger then you used to be you will crush them if you don't hold them back"
"sure thing" Mark says moving his other hand grabbing both of Kyle's wrists at once and pulling them away from his dick. Kyle immediately fell into discomfort he needed to feel his wooden dick again struggling he tries to break free but Marks grip was too strong. Kyle continued to struggle as Mark put his hand around the sandpaper again and started sanding away. Kyle was overcome by pleasure Mark's new strength and dexterity made it much more pleasurable then when he had been jerking off with both his hands. Almost immediately Kyle shot out several loads right onto Marks chest, Mark didn't flinch or slow at all he had a look of sheer determination. As he sanded down the remainder of Kyle's erection he shot another load onto Mark as the last of the wood was sanded off leaving a bare surface. Kyle had stopped squirming and lay exhausted on the floor. Mark on the other hand got up and tried to get the sap off his shirt Kyle never noticed his friends tented pants and large wet spot that had formed while he had been helping Kyle.