For a moment, I didn't see or even feel anything unusual. My dick looked the same as it always did, slowly growing smaller as it softened. I internally sighed when I saw that my jeans were splattered with cum, but even that wasn't unusual I was often horny and impatient when I got home. Shouldn't something have...happened? I know the curse was supposed to be on Kel, but jacking off with a magic cock ring seemed like it should have results. And yet, nothing seemed to be happening. My dick was entirely soft now, the smooth metal ring still snug against its
Hang on. Had the ring shrunk? Moments ago it had easily fit around my full erection, and now it felt almost uncomfortably tight against my fully soft dick. I reached down and tentatively pulled it off, peering at my dick to see if maybe it had grown larger, or at least thicker. But no, my junk looked the same as ever perfectly average, nothing to be proud or ashamed of. The ring had really shrunk. I raised it to eye level, and gave it a curious look. Peering closer, I realized that the size wasn't the only thing that had changed. Where once the metal band had been engraved with numerous tiny symbols, it was now perfectly smooth. Even the metal itself looked different, brighter and less faded with age. Turning the ring in my fingers, I saw that the inside was now featureless too.
I really didn't know what to make of any of this. Clearly *something* had happened, but it was hard to tell exactly what. The instructions had said that I would "claim that which shall be thine own," but...what exactly had I "claimed"?
I yawned. The excitement of finally finding the shop and getting a real curse mixed with the afterglow from jacking off was making me really, really sleepy. I shucked off my jeans, carelessly wiping up the last of my cum with the inside of the denim they were already dirty, anyway and stumbled into bed in my boxers and T shirt. As my vision slowly faded to black, I found myself wondering if this sudden bout of exhaustion had something to do with the ring, too. Before I could consider the question further, though, I had already fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Across town, in the upstairs bedroom of the Chandler family's tidy house, a tall, athletic boy was sitting up in bed in the dark. His hair was tousled, his eyes bleary with the look of someone who had just woken up. Below the bleariness, though, was a glimmer of confusion. The boy was staring down in front of him, to where he'd ripped away the comforter to reveal a bulging pair of briefs. The room was almost pitch black, but, if the light had been on, you could have seen the large, spreading patch of darkness in his underwear where he'd just cum one of the most massive loads of his life. The boy's eyes were wide, a tinge of alarm beginning to show in them as he fully woke up.
"What the fuck?"