"Walter, what are you doing in the jock section of the locker room? You like looking at our bodies? You gay
or something?"
"Wha? No, Mr. Brendan, sir, I must've dozed off. Maybe I was drugged? Look at Simon, is in some kind of
trance?" whined Walter ne Mark.
"No, wait!" Brendan shouted with a suddenly wickedly gleeful expression, "Mar- I mean, Walter, look at this
watch!"
"Huh? Oh, Meth-mur," murmured Walter as the watch again entranced him. I want you to look at your cock - oh, I
think I have a better look for you all the clothes you're wearing will disappear."
As Walter stared at his flat crotch, his trousers disappeared, then his tighty whities disappeared. He was
staring at his hairless tiny, weiner and balls. Now, Walter, describe the best attribute of your cock."
"What are you doing, Brendan? Making him gay?" Steve asked.
"Sh, Steve!" Kevin said, "Let Brendan do what he's doing, if we don't like, we got the watch and can change
him again, okay. I think this has possibilities."
"Okay, quit kibbutzing behind me, and pay attention. If we just left Walter like he was, he'd be a geek and
only we'd know what we done, but while that's sweet, this is better. Now watch and learn."
He cleared his throat, and said, "Walter, I asked you to describe your cock's best feature? Is it the compact
size? Or something else?"
"Well, um, Mr. Brendan, sir, I guess, I'm a late bloomer, so I hope when my growth spurt hits it'll grow as
big yours. But until then," he peeled back his foreskin, "I'd say the mushroom tip is the best feature."
"That it is. At least for now. Now guys, whip 'em out. Now, Walter, you're good at academic stuff, so I want
you to rate each of our cocks, and write on this note pad in order the name of the guy with the best cock,
then the second best, and to list the best and worst features of each cock. When you're done, raise your hand
to let us know. Now start on the end with Shane, and carefully study and inspect each man's cock. And be quick
about it!"
Walter jumped up and ran over to Shane. He hemmed and hawed and scribbled down some notes. Then moved on to
the next one. He stopped at Rico, and pursed his lips, then he went back to Shane, and then back to Rico. He
leaned in and sniffed Shane's cock and then Rico's and made a note. Then he went on to the next. He was soon
sitting back on the bench scratching his head, and writing. Then he stopped writing and raised his hand
cautiously. Brendan ignored him. Soon Walter was on his tiptoes with his arm hyper-extended waving in the air
trying get Brendan's attention.
Finally, Brendan turned his head and yawned, "Oh, Mark - I mean, Walter, you've finished?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Brendan, sir," he answered nervously.
Brendan grinned condescendingly as he took the notepad. He looked at the answers. Then he said, "Walter,
stare at this watch. Remember being Mark, I want you to remember everything about being Mark, in fact you have
Mark's mind and memory but they're trapped in Walter's body with Walter's mind too. Walter is totally unaware
of Mark's mind. Mark is totally aware, but unable to move or speak or do anything, unless I command it.
Understand?"
Walter just stared.
"Nod Walter's head, if you understand, Mark," Brendan said.
Violently Walter's head bounced rapidly up and down again and again.
"Whoa, I get it. Marky knows he's Walter now and remembers what he used to be!" laughed Shane.
Brendan grinned, "Okay, Marky, stop nodding. Look at this list you wrote. Pretty gay, if you ask me. What do
you think? Mark, you may speak freely using Walter's voice. You gay, Mark?"
"No, way! Brendan, I'm going to make you pay when I get my body back! All of you!" roared Walter's high
pitched whiny nasal voice.
It was so comical, everyone laughed.
"Marky, shut up!" Brendan said leaning on Walter's spindly knees and shoving his face into Walter/Mark's face.
"There, that's better. Now, Marky, look at your cock. Pitiful tiny version of your old cock and balls.
Remember how your old cock and balls looked?"
A tear formed in the corner of Walter's eye and trickled down his cheek as he stared down at his crotch.
"You can answer but only my questions, just no threats, promises or unrelated discussion. Now do you remember
your old manhood?"
"Yes!" spat out Walter mournfully.
"Good. Now, Marky, concentrate on that memory. Now, Marky, your old cock will grow back to just how you
remembered it, but now it's attached to geeky Walter's wimpy body."
They watched as Walter's manhood twitched and grew into its former glory. The corners of Walter's mouth
twitched as if attempting to smile. There was a happy gleam in his eyes. His foreskin pulled back to reveal
his handsome swelling mushroom tip.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, Marky, that's all that's left of our jock team captain. Now we need a new jock
captain, and this is definitely a captain's cock," Brendan said.
"Whoa, guess Marky's gay all right, he's getting hard looking at his old cock!" laughed Rico.
"Ho, ho, so he is!" laughed Brendan, "Okay, Marky, now every time you see this old cock and balls of yours,
you're going to get rock hard. But don't worry you probably won't see when you look down to piss."
Brendan looked over his shoulder to where Simon sat motionless. "Hey, Simon, you still with us. Still in your
trance."
"Yes, Brendan," Simon answered.
"Okay, then, Simon, you'll remain in your trance, but you can open your eyes, and stand even while in the
trance, and then walk over here and take a gander at Walter's new cock."
"Yes, sir," Simon obeyed slowly like a sleepwalker.
"Good boy, now take the cock in your hands, get used to the feel. It's going to be your cock, Simon. So it's
okay to touch it," Brendan said noticing Simon's hesitancy.
"My cock? My cock," Simon answered nodding his head, he took the cock in his hands, and squeezed.
"As you touch that cock and balls, the cock and balls attached between your thighs will grow to look and feel
exactly like the one in your hands. Do you feel it changing, growing, becoming Mark's old cock and balls?"
"Yes, oh, yes, yes, yes," moaned Simon. He felt his knees start to buckle, as the new manhood between his legs
throbbed and exploded spraying a load of thick gooey white cum into Walter's face.
Again, there were jeers, cheers and laughter from the jocks at seeing their former arrogant jock covered in
geek cum, and just sitting there taking it.
"Okay, Simon, do you like your new cock?"
"Oh, yes, I love it thank you, thank you!" Simon said.
"Fine, Simon, stop playing with yourself, and go sit down back on the other bench. We'll be changing the rest
of you to match your new cock, but first we have to give Marky a different cock. We can't have two guy's with
captain cocks, can we?"
"No, I guess we can't, Brendan," Simon answered as he sat quietly back down.
"Now, Marky, at your cock. I'm going through your list of worst features of our cocks, and it seems you think
Rick's curved cock - heck it's bent."
"Hey, the girls like it," snapped Rick defensively.
"Oh, sure they do, Rick, but they won't like a hooked boner, will they, Marky?" Brendan said, "Now watch as
your cock bends to the right and arcs back toward your body. How do you like your cock now, Marky?"
"No, you can't do this!"
"Oh, but, Marky, it's Walter's cock, and it's going to have all the things you dislike about our cocks only
more so. Now Marius' birthmark was your next worst cock, so watch as a big purple birthmark shaped like an
octopus blossoms on your cock."
"No!" sobbed Mark in Walter's whiny voice.
"Yes, Marky, and then you disliked Steve's small cock head, it has barely any edge, well your cock head will
shrink until it's just a tad smaller in diameter than your cock's shaft."
Mark's pupils shrank as his cock head did. How could his team mates do this to him? Had he been that big a
jerk?
"Tell me what you're thinking, Marky," ordered Brendan.
"Now you picked on Kevin next, just cause he shaves his pubes."
"I'm on the water polo team too, all the players shave their crotches. Shane's on the team too, and he
shaves."
"I only shave during the water polo season, Kev, and not all year round," Shane answered defiantly.
"Well, don't worry, you'll never ever have to shave your pubes, Marky. You see all your pubic hair follicles
are currently reabsorbing all your pubic hair and then in turn they're being reabsorbed by your body. Alopecia
areata, no pubic hair will grow in your arm pits, on your chest or in your crotch, and when you finally bloom
late in life, you'll rapidly start to bald."
Walter gasped.
By the time he was finished with the list, Brendan was sitting down next to Simon across from Walter laughing.
Walter was staring sobbing at his new twisted, skinned, spotted dick. He had no pubic hair, and now he never
would. He had no foreskin to cover his tiny cock head. His badly bent cock was only four inches long erect.
Except it wasn't straight, it was hooked to the right. And it had an ugly octopus shaped port wine stain the
arc on the left side of his cock. His cock was the exact same color as his the rest of his skin like Shane's,
it had been a shade darker before. It smelled like sour cheese - like it had old cum trapped under its
missing foreskin like Rico. He also now had balls the size of marbles in a low hanging scrotum - the length of
the low hangers only served to emphasize how tiny his nuts were. He also had an ugly big vein snaking down his
cock too close to the pale surface of his skin.
"There I think that's about the best geek dick anyone ever thought of, and every feature was your own idea,
Mark," Brendan said walking behind Walter and putting his hand on his smooth shoulder. "Tch, your face looks
like pizza, your back should match," added Brendan. He quickly withdrew his hand as red lesions erupted all
over Walter's back and shoulders. Then he ruffled the short hair on Walter's head, and said, "Sadly no over
the counter meds will do anything to reduce your acne, will it, Marky?"
"No!" blurted out Marky with his voice on the verge of tears.
"Good, oh, and the little hair you have should be longer. Too long to be a jock, and too short to be surfer or
rock star, and oh, yes, really naturally greasy."
And so it was.
"Okay, what do you guys think of Marky, is this a good punishment?"
The jocks all stood and applauded. They shouted out, "Way to go, Brendan!" "Wicked cool!" "Yeah, Marky's
totally karmic now!" "Right on!" "Viva, Brendan!"
"Okay, let's give him a new wardrobe, and then turn Simon into a jock beefcake worthy to be called our
captain!" Brendan shouted.