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 Mr Cummings on the opposite bench, clenching his fists, face distorted as though he was using all his will to avoid exploding with rage. At first Preston thought it was due to how long he was taking to answer the question... but then he noticed Mr Cummings glare was directed right between Preston's legs.
Then a horrifying realization dawned on him. Preston couldn't see his tiny dick over his pudgy frame but felt something wet running down his balls. He had initially thought it was sweat, but reached his fingers to his balls and confirmed his worst fear. His dick was steadily twitching and oozing with wet stickiness. Though Preston could barely feel it, he was cumming.
"I think- I have to go to the restroom!"
Preston hurriedly pulled his towel around himself and stood up. 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. He panicked and started rubbing his tiny dick between his fingers hoping to drain it out faster. All this did was cause loose strands of cum to fling around the bathroom stall but did not increase the flow of semen in any way.
After around five minutes of slowly and pleasurelessly draining his balls the leaking came to a stop and the amount of trouble he was in really began to sink it.
While luckily Preston's belly had obscured the client's line of sight, his boss had gotten a crystal clear view of Preston with his legs wide open and micropenis oozing with semen. And worse, as Preston hadn't realized he was cumming at the time, he didn't try to hide it. The fact it took Preston so long to react at all made his actions seem like an intentional act of perverted exhibitionism. There was no way Mr Cummings wouldn't fire him on the spot when the meeting was over.
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.