To my relief, I quickly spotted a small, folded piece of paper at the bottom of the box. That had to be it. I picked it up and unfolded it, spreading it out carefully on the desk in my bedroom and squinting at the odd, handwritten looking text. It read:
"Wear me where thy seed is sown
and call upon thy rival's name;
to claim that which shall be thine own,
thy sleeping lust do tame."
I blinked. Well, I suppose it made sense that this strange, supposedly magical object would come with a strange, stilted poem. I frowned, and tilted my head to one side, quickly reading over the words a second time. Well, the second line made sense — I had to say Kel's name. That was good to know...for a moment I shivered, wondering what would have happened if I hadn't read the poem. Would I have said something else, thought of a different person? Would the curse have been on them, instead?
I also had a sneaking suspicion I knew what the first and last lines meant, too. "Where thy seed is sewn." It was...well, awkward, maybe, but hardly subtle. I looked over at the ring, and gulped.
"I guess you're going on my dick after all," I muttered to it.
Even as I grimaced, the idea sent a little thrill of arousal up my spine. I'd never worn, well, a cock ring before. This wasn't exactly your typical cock ring, but still, the idea turned me on a bit. What would it feel like? More importantly, what would it do?
Without my noticing, my dick had slowly hardened in my jeans all the while I'd been thinking about the ring. Maybe it was the thrill of using a kind of sex toy, albeit a magical one, or maybe it was the anticipation of Kel finally getting what was coming to him, but either way, I was getting harder by the second. I hurriedly put down the instructions and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling the waistband of my boxers down until my dick sprang free.
"Now or never," I said to myself.
Then, before my dick could get fully hard, I grabbed the ring and slipped it over the head. As I slid it down to the base of my cock, I felt an odd ripple of heat through my crotch. My dick slowly rose to a full erection, the ring pressing tight against the sensitive skin. The feeling was...odd. It felt good, of course, better than just jacking off had in a long time, but there was something strange and almost uncomfortable about the way my skin tingled under the slightly warm metal of the ring. Ignoring the feeling, I wrapped my hand around my shaft, and got to work. Time to "call upon my rival's name," I guess.
"Kel," I whispered, closing my eyes as I let the odd tingling sensation of the ring spread through me, "Keldon Chandler."
The ring seemed to grow warmer in response to the name, sending a wave of pleasure through my dick with each syllable.
"Keldon Chandler," I repeated, more confidently this time, "Keldon Chandler, Keldon Chandler, Kel– Oh, fuck, Kel! Kel!"
With each repetition of the name, the pleasure and heat in my crotch got more and more intense. I continued gasping out Kel's name as best I could, my hand moving faster and faster around my dick as the pressure built. Finally, when the pleasure was almost too much to stand, and the heat was so intense it almost hurt, I came. I clenched my teeth as my orgasm shook through me, trying not to cry out — after all, my parents were asleep in the other room. Still, I couldn't help but let out a muffled gasp.
The pleasure and heat faded just as fast as they'd appeared, and in just moments all I felt was the usual warmth of afterglow.
"Fuck," I muttered, "that was intense..."
When my head felt clear again, I took a breath, and looked down to see what had happened.