Goals [COMPLETE STORY]

Synopsis: Cody the cocky gym jock bullies Danny almost every day. Revenge in this case comes in the form of Danny gradually taking away what Cody values most: His cock size and his muscle.

It took weeks of torture but finally Sam had a plan to deal with a growing problem of his at the gym: Brock. You see, Sam was a nice guy, on the smaller side though, and was just trying to build a little muscle with a new gym routine when a guy named Brock started making things less fun.

Brock was a regular at the gym and made his presence known to just about everybody. Brock wore tanks 24/7, usually to show off his impressive physique. One might catch him taking pics of his biceps in gym mirrors. Instead of waiting for equipment he’d shove a smaller person out of the way, or maybe he’d grab a jock friend of his and start pointing and laughing at somebody to pressure them into leaving.

Sam was no stranger to Brock’s… ways… so he vowed to teach Brock a lesson.

“That jerk won’t know what hit him.”

* * *

* * *

Brock stirred awake in his restraints…

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? LET ME GO!”

Sam smiled and walked closer to Brock, who was secured on his bed.

“HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?” Brock fought the double-knotted sheets that held him down.

“Ah, Brock. You’re awake.”

“YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MY QUESTION!”

Sam straightened his posture a bit…

“It doesn’t matter how I got in. What matters is that you are going to be nicer.”

“FAGGOT!” Brock spit in Sam’s direction, although it missed and just dropped to the floor.

“FUCK YOU!”

Sam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out three syringes. The smirk Sam had on his face caused Brock to reconsider…

“W-what are those? What are you doing? I’m sorry man. I’ll leave you alone at the gym. I promise!” Brock begged.

“We’re too late for apologies.” Sam offered little remorse.

“J-just, don’t hurt me?” Brock was still fighting, but lowering his volume now.

“Oh, I wouldn’t hurt a fly. I’ll tell you what I’m going no problem, sure…”

“This one shrinks your dick…” Sam began.

“GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK!”

Sam thought back to the countless aggression he put up with… Wasting no time, he grabbed Brock’s thick and flaccid dick and began rubbing it with some lube. “Yea Brock, show me that big dick you’re so proud of!”

“Fucking fag!” Brock cursed everything as his dick hardened to its full nine inches.

Sam jabbed the small needle into Brock’s dick. “AGHH,” Brock yelled. As fast it started, it was over. Sam put the nearly empty syringe on a silver tray.

“There, that wasn’t so bad.” Sam took a step back and watched Brock’s cock throb. “Here we go…” Sam added.

In mere seconds Brock’s dick began to loose length. At first it wasn’t much but as Brock and Sam continued to stare they both saw it…

“W-What? How? Make it stop!” Brock was yanking and pulling at the ties. Each throb his dick had just a little bit more changed… Sam grabbed hold of a ruler and began calling out numbers…

“Eight and a half… nice…”

“Oh? Eight now? Wow eight inches is still nice!”

Minutes were passing and Brock’s heart was racing. “D-dude, I’m sorry!”

“Hmm… Wow, look you’re under eight inches! That’s approaching average territory!”

With each passing minute of Sam massaging Brock’s dick, he lost another valuable inch. Sam’s small hand was beginning to look larger in comparison. Eventually the throbbing slowed.

“Oh man Brock, how ‘hung’ are you now?” Sam made sure to emphasize his exact measurement. Brock was looking downward as well.

“Six inches!” Sam looked sad. He turned to the nearly empty syringe and picked it up. “There’s a little more…”

Brock cursed… “St– stop man. no more!”

With a tight squeeze Sam injected the remnant mixture. A final moan from Brock indicated a final surge of size reduction. “Ahh, 5.75… much better!”

Brock was sweating, and breathing heavily. “I’m sorry! Just put it back!”

“You’re sorry? We’re beyond that. It’s okay though. Look at your new dick! How’s it feel having a five-and-change dick? Look at the way your bush totally engulfs it. You look even smaller!”

“You think you’ll even get a bulge in your gym shorts now?” Sam asked.

Brock’s face was bright red from humiliation, and anger. “I’m gunna kick your ass, Fag!”

Sam looked up. “Yes, we need to talk about that also. There are two more treatments I have planned for you…” 

Brock saw Sam eyeing his hairy pits and big biceps…

Sam held up two more syringes. “We have these two: This one will slowly take away that muscle of yours over the next month. The last one will wipe your memory of this whole night!”

Brock’s eyes lit with fear.

“We can’t have you remembering this. I want you to adjust to your new life gradually.”

“YOU’RE NUTS! YOU CAN’T MAKE SOMEBODY FORGET.”

“AND ‘THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY ADJUST?” Brock was intrigued as he struggled.

“You get the small dick now, and the muscle you have will slowly drain away. By the month’s end you’ll be right around my size: 130 pounds. Like I said, you wont remember this. Maybe you’ll learn new ways of conducting yourself!”

“This is impossible — I’ll find you and kick your ass, you fag!” 

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Brock woke the next morning with no memory of being held. He stumbled over clothes on his way to the bathroom to complete his daily muscle inspection and get ready to workout.

"AGH, FUCK!" Brock saw he was sporting a dick half-chubbed at five inches. 

"What happened to my... my dick?!" He began handling it more in his hand. 

He struggled to search his memory...

"This can't be real..."

Brock paced his bathroom, and then did web searches for causes of rapid dick size loss. After an hour of panic Brock threw on his gym shorts and headed out.

"I need to clear my head! This' gotta be a dream or something."

As Brock entered the gym, he noticed his walk needed to change if he intended on hiding his reduced manhood. He found himself unusually self conscious. 

"Fuck, my dick doesn't hang as low anymore." 

Brock found himself paying attention to his shorts constantly. As he began lifting he felt a renewed sense of energy. "I got this!" 

What Brock didn't know was that some of the biggest and baddest gym jocks were eyeing Brock's lifting, as they would typically do. Brock was struggling with his standard weight size when one of the guys approached. 

"You gotta push yourself man," the swole guy suggested. Meanwhile Brock was more concerned with, "Why am I struggling with this?" 

Brock retired to the locker room that day to intently study his biceps. "They look... normal..."

* * *

The following week Brock was lifting at the same bench when he looked over to see he'd dropped weights nearly fifty pounds. His heart began to race when he saw his reduced muscle in the gym mirror. Instead of bulging biceps he saw the body of a guy who was only partly into working out. 

"I look like a fucking noob." 

At that instant, the big guy from the previous week, who Brock now knew as Todd, approached. 

"New plan not working?" Todd asked. 

Brock felt so angry. Brock knew he should have been able to life more. Out of frustration he didn't realize he'd been scratching at his nuts the way he used to do through his shorts. The whole time Todd was near him and he realized he'd been doing it. By the time he realized, Todd had definitely seen how small of a dick he was packing. 

"SHIT, my dick isn't big anymore I can't do this..."  Brock thought, now worried Todd knew...

Todd spoke up finally...

"If you want to get big like me just watch..." 

In the course of two minutes Brock found himself standing idly as he watched Todd take control of the bench, and of course stack on the weights. Brock rubbed his biceps and swore they used to be bigger. 

"Do I really need advice?" Brock was getting angry at the thought of being directed in the gym.

Out of frustration, he headed to the locker room. On the scale he topped out at 140lbs. "Fuck, how!?"

* * *

As the month wrapped up, Brock found himself being a recluse in the gym more and more. Todd wasn't around much until one day while Brock pushed himself on the guided chest machine Todd finally came up...

"How many more sets?" 

Brock stumbled over his words...

"I-I'm almost--d--"

Todd but in--- "Let me get in."

In a matter of minutes Todd was surrounded by his own lifting buddies. Brock interjected, "Excuse me, I was us----"

The clump of men looked over and laughed. 

"Yea, you're done for the day," one of the men said. 

Brock looked to Todd for support....

Instead Todd pointed and laughed, "Fag has a small dick." 

Brock ran away, hearing the guys laugh and point. 

He didn't understand why or how he lost his weight but he vowed and made a goal to get big.