As Ken played with his new toy a small voice whimpered from the depths of his brain. Each passing moment the voice came more bold and louder as Ken's sheath parted and his toy plyed out into the light of day.
"You wear my ring your wear my brand, you are mine!" said the voice over and over till Ken wanted to go nuts.
In an urgency to stop the voice even if he might lose the blessed big penis he now enjoyed, it might just be worth a return to peace and quiet.
Jumping up from his bed, Ken took some hand lotion and began to smooth it over the flared big pecker. Little by little the ring began to move down the end of his engroused shaft. So it was only an inch from the end as the voice boomed louder and louder. "You wear my ring you wear my brand, you are mine!"
The ring was just about to slip past the gland end when the words changed from to a warning. "Remove my ring, you still wear a brand, you are mine to use as I see fit! Replace the ring and find my blessing, remove the ring and fell my hate!"
Ken stopped for a moment and thought he's seen the blessing of a animal's sheath and a much larger penis. Yet if the ring be not on him how could the voice keep it's control?
Pressing two thumbs upder the ring and with a good push it flew into the air. Ken looked up and watched it brighten of color and to the ceiling it flew. Then it fell down, down, down and Ken being cute of mind went to bump it with his head.
A bonk on his forehead sent the ring flying up in the air. The colors of it changed again from shiny steel to looking of pure gold. Ken playing as the lad he was went to head butt the ring again. Falling down the ring hit Ken's forehead and as he flicked his head up to boink it once more the ring flopped down and clasp into Ken's nostrils.
"Refuse my blessing and feel my wrath!" said the voice as Ken looked into the mirror and gasp.