Scruffy frowned. He really wanted to smooth Andy’s mouth over to silence the kid before he solidified into his new shape, and this new bout of yelling didn’t help Andy’s case.
‘You’re right,’ Scruffy sighed after a pause, ‘I have a better idea anyway.’
Scruffy reached into his pocket and wrapped his hands around a six-inch cylindrical object in his pocket.
Andy’s yelling turned into a little yelp as he felt cool hands wrap around his member.
Scruffy smirked at the response and removed the object from his pocket. From a distance, it would appear that Scruffy was holding a whiteboard marker. It was six-inches long and a little thick, light tan in colour, with a same-coloured cap on it.
The twenty-something man took a firm hold of the cap of the marker, making Andy bite his lip and tense up. The cap was removed and replaced on the bottom-end of the pen.
If one were to take a closer look at the pen now, its oddities would become clear. The cap seemed to be rounded oddly, and the chisel-tip of the pen itself was not stained with ink and instead had a small slit along it. In reality, the cap was once Andy’s balls. It had felt odd this whole time, having his balls connected over the tip of his penis. This arrangement prevented Andy from cumming, no matter what stimulus his penis-pen received. Now, however, they were back in their rightful place...
Scruffy placed the tip of the pen on the surface of the whiteboard, Andy’s chest. He moved it around in small overlapping circles, scribbling on the board and jokingly muttering about his pen being out of ink.
Andy held back a moan as he felt the sensitive tip of his penis glide smoothly in tight circles over the smooth surface of his own chest. Scruffy subtly stroked his index finger along its length as he scribbled. The more Scruffy scribbled, the tenser Andy got until finally he let out a moan. The pen throbbed in Scruffy’s hand and he held it more tightly.
Scruffy stopped scribbling and instead started to write in sweeping, stroking motions upon the whiteboard – Andy finding himself suspended in orgasm, constant ecstasy welling up from within him from a seemingly infinite source. His mind went hazy, the writing seeming to go on forever. Scruffy “booped” the pen upon Andy’s surface and promptly put the cap back on the pen. Andy was yanked out of his orgasm instantly, the flow of “ink” halting but the afterglow radiating from his body all the same. The pen remained as rigid as one would expect a pen to, but Andy had certainly stopped yelling and squirming. His eyes closed, his face glowing, he looked relaxed for the first time that night.
Scruffy stepped back and examined the whiteboard for spelling mistakes.
Written in black ink across Andy’s former torso was the phrase: “Enjoy the party! Hope you like our décor! Don’t be shy about using it!”
The man scratched his beard a bit before using his finger to rub off part of one of the exclamation points to make it a regular period. Andy twitched a bit in response, groaning quietly. Satisfied, Scruffy put the pen on the shelf of the easel and walked off to light a few candles while Andy's body set into its whiteboard shape.
Andy's body still felt like supple skin, but he wasn't as malleable as he was minutes ago. He couldn't be reshaped at all, but his body was warm to the touch, with smooth supple skin. Really the only change was his physical shape. Of course, should Cyclops or Scruffy decide on it, he could easily be made malleable once again - and their intention was to change him back once his hazing was over, unless circumstances changed.