You step back from Jack and look at the group of frozen jocks horsing around with the soccer ball.
"Holy shit," you tell yourself. You willed this. Every one of these jocks who you had lusted after for years are now completely at your, and only at your, disposal.
A smile creeps across your face. You look around the hall and realize just what has become of you. You're no longer beholden to the rules of mortals. A feeling of superiority washes over your mind as you realize just what the ring has enabled you to become.
A god.
As you turn your attention to the ring, you notice the powers that are embedded within it, and that it is completely attached to your will and want. Its powers simply waiting for your mind to command it to give you whatever you desire, at any time or place. You allow time to restart as you step back from the jocks, smirking at your newfound abilities. You had spent years jerking off to the thought of these buck naked men, not to mention a lust to touch them.
Your attention turns back to Jack. He's been the football star since you both were freshman. He was promoted to the varsity team when he was only a sophomore and has led the team to multiple victories. The success has gotten to his head. He was known for bullying the smaller guys in your class on multiple occasions. You remember one time last year when you were sitting outside working on your math homework, only to have Jack's goons hold you down while he stuffed his used jockstrap into your mouth. His smell filled your nose as they laughed at you, not realizing that they had satisfied one of your deepest lusts.
Despite your humiliation, you remember exactly what the jock smells like. And you want to capture it again.
"But this time," you tell yourself, "it's not me who is going to be humiliated." You had lusted after Jack for the last year, hoping they would introduce you to his jockstrap once more. Now it's you who will be in control.
The bell rings and the gang of jocks begin to split up. "Hey bro, don't forget about the key drills at practice this afternoon," James shouts to Jack as they bump fists. "Gotta work on those quads."
"With quads as massive as yours," Jack responds, "I'd be a fuckin' beast. I'll try to match your weight, bro."
Jack turns around quickly, too quickly for you to dart your eyes from his own. He frowns at you briefly before stepping away.
"What the fuck does that punk want?" You could read Jack's mind thinking to himself.
"You're about to find out soon enough...Bro," you say to yourself as you follow Jack a few paces behind him.
You dive into Jack's mind for a moment while he walks to his walker to unload his backpack. Quickly, you flip through his whole life like a book. The jock's talents, his mind on sports, friends, partying and sex. He lost his virginity over a year ago and was active with four girls in the school currently. He was currently lusting after a cheerleader named Brie, hoping they could get together tonight at her parent's house since apparently they were out of town.
You shake your head, not believing what you were able to do.
But your own mind turned to getting laid. "How do I get this guy alone?" You ask yourself.
The bell rang again, a five minute warning for classes to start. The hallway begins to empty.
"You have time, Jack, don't you need to take a piss?"
Jack grabbed his first period book before a feeling of needing to use the restroom. He turned and quickly started walking toward the nearest bathroom.
"Don't go there, Jack, you should use the locker room," you command.
Looking back into Jack's mind, you could read that Jack was confused as to why he felt compelled to go the football team locker room. Never before had he needed to go to the locker room before just to take a piss. But he obeyed his mind and continued down the hall, through the basketball gym, into the athletic center, and into the men's football locker room.
Jack didn't pay any mind to the fact that you were following him, too focused on emptying his bladder. Before the door shut to the locker room, you slipped in behind him. Using your new powers, you surveyed that the locker room was empty, the football coach in a morning meeting with staff upstairs.
Jack quickly set his math book on a bench and proceeded to a long row of undivided urinals. You imagined what it would be like to be among that row of football jocks, taking pisses and sizing each other up buck naked.
Jack unzipped and began to pee. "That's better," he whispered.
You take a step, just loud enough to draw up his attention. Jack turns and sees you staring at him with a slight smile across your face. The first time you've ever been able to be smug to a jock like Jack.
"What are you doing here, fag?" he asked, with an emphasis on the "fag" so loud and demeaning. Not that it mattered to you. Not anymore.
Jack tugged his dick then turned to flash it openly to you before zipping it back into his jeans. "I asked you a question, you runt. This room is for the team, for real men, not for little scrawny twats like you."
"Oh Jack," you respond with disdain. "If only you knew."
Jack tightens his right fist. "If only I knew what?" He asks, slowly taking steps toward you. "Because what I know is I'm gonna lay one on your eye, and knock you out till the New Year. Better come up with something better than that."
You reflect what to do next.