A young man comes upon a store that he’s sure was empty before. It has been empty all the time he’s lived in the city. But now there are dark curtains and aged wood on the façade. The shop that fills the space now looks like it has been there for an eon. He steps inside and marvels at the curious decor.
He seen New Age shops before and that’s what he was expecting but this one feels like something out of the old world with cramped shelves and a pungent smell of so many moldy and mystical odors. Casually, he roams the merchandise until he comes to an object that can’t help but catch his eye. It’s a cock ring.
The band has golden gilt letters in a foreign language like an ashen, lewd version of some fantasy story jewelry. Smirking, he holds it up against himself and feels an unnatural heat, as though it was just placed in a microwave and taken out. The material appears to be a strange form of leather, immensely flexible. Frowning, he feels like it’s smaller than it was when he first picked it up. But it would perfectly fit his size. Like it is shaping itself to him. Examining the place where he picked up the ring, he finds an aged scroll with detailed instructions.
[The Cursed Cock Ring of King Armanus. Many of these were made in the fifth century BC by a little known Arabian king named Armanus. A ravenous chauvinist and insatiable womanizer, Armanus commissioned his sorcerers to create the ultimate tool of enslavement. He had his fill of beautiful women from distant lands. He always felt none of them measured up to his needs. So he made this ring and others like it to create the kind of harem he desired. Men with the shock of female bodies and a magically-heightened, constantly-wet nymphomania that no sex could quell. Slaves and men from foreign lands were forced to wear the ring. The curse of insatiable, womanly need will be with them for life unless, within a fortnight, they place the ring upon the sex of a man and bed him. But the curse is only transferred to the man, who must then find a new host for their curse or else be trapped forever. Little is known of what what happened to King Armanus, but legends say he fell prey to his own rings and remained a sexually ravenous slave girl for the rest of his days.]
Nervously, he sets the ring down on the shelf and wonders if it might be a better idea just to forget that he found this and that he walked into the shop. He fully expects when he leaves it’ll be as if it was never here. But this ring has so many incredible possibilities that he can’t set it down and walk away. He takes it up to the old woman at the old register and pays a very fair price for it.
He has plans for this ring.