Preston cringed as he felt an unexpected pulse of pressure and closed his eyes bracing himself for another wave of dulled pain. But instead he felt the sensitivity of his penis skyrocket. He thought he was going to cum. The heat and panic caused sweat to drip down his balls. He desperately tried to think of how he would hide a reaction to the release of dozens of accumulated orgasms in front of everyone. But once again there was no orgasm. In fact He felt neither intense pleasure nor pain. Just a steadily climbing arousal and discomfort. He wondered if maybe he was just getting use to the pain and it was having less effect on him.
He opened his eyes and saw Malcolm on the opposite bench, giving him an odd expression. He was probably hoping Preston would make a fool of himself.
"Weren't you just saying the other day that Norbiscum industries was one of the best places you've ever worked?" Malcolm interjected clearly thinking Preston was taking too long to respond.
"Yes that's right." Preston lied as he felt another tingle. "Couldn't agree more."
Malcolm tried to move the conversation along but his eyes kept glancing between Preston's legs. That was when he felt something wet running down his balls. He had initially thought it was sweat, but Malcolm's pointed looks made him second guess himself. Preston reached his fingers to his genitals and discovered his dick was steadily twitching and oozing with wet stickiness. With horror Preston realized that though he could barely feel it, he was cumming.
"You'll have to excuse more for a moment," Preston quickly wrapped his towel around himself and stood up, "I have to go to the restroom!"
He rushed out the door and could tell with every step from the squish between his thighs that cum was now running down his leg. He entered the men's room locked himself in a stall (this time double checking that it was actually locked) and removed his towel to get a look at the situation.
Cum was leaking out of his two inch hard-on like a faucet. Despite the weak, continuous ejaculation he felt no pleasure and instead felt like he was right on the edge of orgasm. His sexual frustration took over and he started rubbing his tiny dick between his fingers hoping to get some sort of feeling out of the experience. All this did was cause loose strands of cum to fling around the bathroom stall and provided him no additional enjoyment.
After around five minutes of slowly and pleasurelessly draining his balls the leaking came to a stop and Preston regained his senses. While luckily Preston's belly had obscured the client's line of sight, his worst enemy just caught him perversely oozing cum next to a client. He would no doubt hold this over him.
Preston looked down to the damned cursed cock ring once again and saw the sixth as of yet unactivated rune. He had no idea what it did and the symbol was indecipherable. But it wasn't like things he had much left to lose.