Chad stared in the box. It was a large brass ring. At first he thought it might be a cock ring, but it was too big for him, besides with the weights around his balls, he could never get it behind his balls. Then he noticed the break in the metal. It was at least three inches in diameter. Then Chad saw the insert.
"Self-Piercing Nose Ring."
"You gotta be kidding," gasped Chad opening and closing the ring with spike on one end.
His phone rang.
"Chad, you have my gift. Put on your shorts and shoes, no shirt. Run out along the Mill Road until you get to the red mailbox with the metal rooster weather vane on it. Then come up the dirt road to the barn. Bring the ring, and I'll meet you there. If you're not there within the half hour, I'll be gone." CLICK.
A half hour? Chad grabbed his shorts and shoes. He shoved the ring into his jockstrap, and started running. The Mill Road was at least fifteen minutes away, and he had no idea how far the mailbox was. He was sweating profusely, and his ball ached, as he reached the mailbox with the weather vane. He glanced at his watch, it had taken 25 minutes. He climbed over the gate and ran up the dirt road to the barn.
He knocked on the barn door. There was no answer, so he went in. He seemed to be alone except for the cows. He looked in each stall. When he got to the last stall, he stopped and stared. It was empty, but it had the name "Chad" painted on the gate.
"No way," said Chad turning.
A metal rod pressed against his chest. There was a crackling sound. The smell of burning hair followed with an intense pain. Chad passed out.