As Brian and Ty left, the once well-hung farmer sunk to his knees, running his fingers across what once was his pride and glory. It was now a one-inch stump with a piss slit. Dejected, he began his journey home. He put on his clothes, hoping no one would realize that he had lost his precious.
He was halfway there when the resident knight, Sir Finn, walked by. Now, everyone knew Finn had a thing for guys, but they were smart to keep their mouths shut, for he was a towering behemoth packed with muscle.
"Hey, you're that Cameron who lurks around in the bar, aren't you?" They had met on more than one occasion, and every time it was arm wrestling, Cameron always on the losing side. Cameron nodded, eyes looking anywhere but Finn's bulge, which was growing more conspicuous by the minute.
"What say you to another round, huh?" Cameron shook his head. He was not in the mood, and he tried to walk past Finn, who stopped him with a grab of his ass. He slowly turned around.
"I really don't want to, ok? Just leave me alone." Finn started to get pissed. No one dared stand against the huge knight. He cupped Cameron's groin, about to squeeze his balls when he realized he had none.
"Oho, what's this?" He ripped Cameron's clothes into shreds and saw the pitiful stump before him. "Wow, someone did a number on you," he laughed. He pushed Cameron to the ground, and removed all his armor, leaving nothing but a giant muscular blond-haired male, with a giant throbbing dick with veins running alongside the skin.
"Now you are going to service me."