"Let's give Preston a moment to himself," Mr Cummings quickly spoke trying to divert attention away from Preston's odd behavior. "Come, we'll save him a seat in the sauna."
As Mr Cummings lead them away he shot a vicious glare at Preston, who was still silently ejaculating under his towel. Amidst the pleasure he felt a twinge of discomfort in the back of his balls from another denied orgasms. As soon as everyone was out of sight, Preston collapsed onto a bench and let out a deep breath as he rode out the rest of his orgasm. His tiny prick continued ejaculating non-stop for about five more minutes before it slowed down into a twitching dribble.
Preston opened his towel to examine the situation. It was like someone had emptied five bottles of glue between his legs. He soaked up as much as he could with the towel but it was already too damp. Luckily there was a shelf of fresh replacement towels openly available so he wouldn't be asked any awkward questions as he grabbed a replacement and threw the cum-logged towel into the return bin.
Once he was no longer drenched in semen he tried to think of what to do next. There was no way he would be able to conceal his reaction of another orgasm like that occurred again. He thought back to the final legible function on the Cummand Ring label. If it reduced the pleasure he would feel then at least he might be able to hid his next orgasm from being obvious. Preston briefly hesitated. None of the other functions had worked as expected. Most had done nothing to improve his situation. But Preston figured it couldn't get much worse from here.
He reached down and rubbed the rune shaped like a droplet until it lit up.
"Ruined" Preston whispered with trepidation.
There was a brief hum of magic and the rune stopped glowing.
He wasn't sure if it worked, it didn't feel any different. But Preston now knew better than to try test it. He'd just have to hope for the best.
Looking at the time he realized he was already taking too long and headed for the sauna. As he pushed open the wooden door, what Malcom had said was confirmed. Everyone was completely naked sitting on their towels.
"Jackson, you made it," Mr Cummings said with a forced smile "Make yourself comfortable. Take your towel off and take a seat."
His tone gave the impression that any objection to the client's foreign customs would not be tolerated.
The sauna was rather compact and there were only a few places to sit.