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Part 3
Andrew answered Duncan's call. "I am a bit busy now and the store is only open a half day." It was 11am. "Come over though Duncan, just before closing time, 1pm. We can chat over lunch and review your progress, sound OK?" 'Yes, sounds great to me'...and so the meeting was arranged. Duncan sat back and powered up his PC. He had plenty of time to surf and check his mailboxes too. Nothing of importance in the mail, but, there was more junk in his bulk mail, two adverts. Another 2 "Big Dick" mailings! One came from Eastern Europe and was all about Steroids and the other one spoke of Ancient Cock Lenghtening courses as used by Africans, Arabs and Men in the Far East. Both mailings were junked again; Duncan felt cross, why were these advertisers always targetting him with this junk. Why hadn't any cyber merchant clocked on to the fact that some men might want fewer inches or centimetres, not more! He mused over these thoughts and thought about himself - when he was 10 years younger, his cock had been as thick and long as a medium courgette (zuchinni), looking down his cotton slip now he saw what looked more like an old, shrivelled small carrot. His length and girth had certainly shrunk and his balls were smaller and higher than they used to be. The course though had generally made his skin and appearance feel better, though he now used some After Sun Milk so his skin wasn't too dry. The sudden daytime sweats and nightime ones were continuing. He wasn't worried, but he'd "open up" and discuss all this with Andrew. Time dragged and at last it was time for him to go. He arrived at the store around 12.50 and things were quiet. "I've just got to cash up" Andrew said "Go out to the back and find an easy chair, enjoy the sun, have some beer from the fridge and I'll be with you shortly". 'Fine, cheers!', Duncan replied. He made himself at home, went to the fridge and found Andrew had some excellent bottled Czech beer. He drank 1 bottle, he drank 2 and then he thought, 'In England if you drink a few beers it is said you get "brewers droop", a smaller cock,'. The ice cold beer and hot weather made him realise that even more now! A few minutes later Andrew came through from the kitchen with a freshly tossed salad, good French bread and more Czech beers. Duncan found it very easy to relax with Andrew and they passed some minutes quietly enjoying their food,the sunshine and the tranquility. Duncan emerged from his reverie and started the conversation. 'You know Andrew as soon as you showed me that drum, I knew that product course was the one for me', Andrew lifted up his head and there was a twinkle in his eyes."Yes Duncan, you described to me so precisely what you wanted that I knew what you sought". Duncan, thoroughly relaxed, looked up and smiled, 'I sure appreciated your advice then as I will now', he said. There was a pause. 'Andrew, you know I said I wanted to dynamically change and improve my appearance'. "Yes". 'It has worked very well. My skin feels good, I feel cleansed and healthier even though my abs. are the same but I have to say the course has done me a lot of good, with some side effects'. "Those are to be expected, Duncan. Are the side effects worrying you?" Duncan flushed, 'No, not at all infact I am happy with them. Andrew, I am learning from those changes'. Andrew was intrigued, he popped open another couple of beer bottles and Duncan continued,'You'll know that I am flaccid now, all the time.' Andrew nodded. 'Andrew, for me flaccid feels good. The word seems to sound negative, it has a tone of diminishment but I feel I have status and pride, I feel empowered, actually.' He continued,'OK, my cock has shut down, it was going that way anyway. I feel strongly though that being "male" means that you must appreciate subtlety. Many men, many gay men feared impotence but, you know there are lots of aspects to sexuality and "being male". I guess I feel more mature in my brain, I have learnt a lot recently and feel better for it'. Andrew came over and hugged Duncan. "Duncan, you know those are the best words that have been ever said on these premises". He smiled broadly. "You know the stock we have and the advertising behind it. I have to sell all that crap in order to trade at all. Most of the customers are hooked on the stuff. 'Each to his own', I agree he said."but it is the guys like you I see, 1 or 2 each month and they keep me interested in running this place." Andrew cleared away the tray with the beers and food and went to the kitchen. Lying underneath the tray was a story printed from Andrew's PC from a Eunuch site. Duncan picked it up and started reading. He read the words 'eunuch', 'castration', 'penectomy' and all the other 'octomies' that he'd never heard of before. He enjoyed the story, the words rolled round in his mind and he felt comfortable with them. He certainly had no fear and anyway. The sunshine, the beers, the afternoon was so good. Andrew put on his hi-fi and played a track, "Life's Been Good To Me So Far", the lyrics wafted onto the sun terrace. A little later he came out with a band; not a rock band, not a head sweat band or leg or arm bands which Duncan knew the 'Work out brigade' used. Duncan was not as naive as we may have all felt. He knew what "the product" was about. He knew Andrew knew too. He trusted and liked Andrew and....he knew what this 'band' was intended for. He made himself more comfortable in the afternoon sun, he knew that he would embrace the final part of his 'dynamic new appearance' with not a worry in the world! The End
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