You head to the gym. You know just which arrogant bastards who like to strut around naked in the locker room to use the gun on.
There goes Ken Ryche swinging his towel in his right hand as he walks from his locker by the entrance to the locker room across the locker room to the showers on the opposite end of the locker room. His 10 inch cock is flopping wildly as he strides across the tile floor, Your gun is in your hand but is hidden by your gym bag. You aim and fire. You hit Ken's cock head. It glows orange for a moment, and then his cock curls up like a firework snake in reverse or maybe like a party favor deflating. Ken's balls continue to flop, but his dick is gone like it never was there. You stifle a chuckle, and wonder how long it will take the arrogant bastard to realize that he is now a dickless wonder.
You smirk, and start to change into your gym clothes.
You are nearly done, when you hear Ken shriek. Apparently, he didn't notice his dick was gone until he went to lather it up.
"You okay in there?" asks a man in another shower.
"Uh, yeah, uh, s-s-s-ure, I um am fine, I just stubbed my toe," lied Ken.
He hurriedly dries himself and returns to his locker next to the one you're standing at. His towel is wrapped around his waist.
Ken pulls his spandex boxer briefs up under his towel, but it when removes the towel, you can see clearly the significant absence from Ken's pouch. You laugh, but try to cover it up by pretending to cough.