Late Macro March 2024 prompt - No Nut Fail. (PREVIEW)

THIS IS TAKING SO LONG AND I HATE leaving you guys in the dark.

Here’s a first part, more build up. Will be spending today and tomorrow editing so can give you all tomorrow.

August was at the end of his rope. Finding himself seated in this weird guy’s apartment after a suggestion from a friend, the college student lightly bounced his leg nervously from where he sat on the couch. Brushing his hand through his shaggy hair, August looked around the room as he waited for his gracious host to return, taking in the living room of the apartment he was in. The room just had a rustic couch that had slight cracks on the leather, a dented coffee table August was sure was wobbly, and a tv on the far wall with a game system plugged into it. Glancing at a bookshelf to try and read the spine titles, August almost didn’t notice the man he came to see walk in with two drinks in his hand.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, the water dispenser was acting up,” The man, Clarence, said as he handed over one of the glasses to August before he took his own seat across on an armchair. “So, your friend Carl said you had a problem with your cock?”

August sighed, feeling the blush spread over his face as he should have known Carl would not be subtle. “Yeah, it’s embarrassing though,”

“It’s okay, it’s not uncommon for people your age to be suffering incontinence,”

“Wait what?” August almost spat out his water when Clarence began to speak.

“But don’t worry, I have a nice tea that will help you with that. Get the pep back in your step to help your partners and-“

“That’s not the problem!” August’s voice cracked a bit, ears burning from embarrassment at the seeming miscommunication. “My problem is I can’t stop jerking off.”

“Oh?” Clarence blinked, the wind lost in the sails of his product pitch before he recovered. “Well, you are a young man. Being a bit horny isn’t too bad a thing,”

“It is when I can’t go long without needing to jerk off. I’ve had to leave lectures and exams to jerk off, I had times where I’d just rush out of meetings with friends cause I was too horny,” August admitted, sighing before he continued. “It’s been months and I’ve tried everything. Meditating, medication, even went to an addict’s meeting for help. Nothing has worked at all and this is just getting too hard.”

The snort Clarence let out brought August’s rambling to a grinding halt. The college student frowned as he realised what he said. “Really?” August asked with a frustrated huff of air, tired glare boring at the older man.

“I’m sorry. I understand that would be… difficult,” Clarence said, clearing his throat a bit to keep from laughing. Before August could comment further at the apparent snide comment, Clarence placed a small box in front of the constantly horny student. August blinked, not sure at all where the other man even brought the small box. “This is a rather unique item that’ll help you learn self control. I guess the best way to think of it is like those rubber bands people snap on their wrists. Every time you try to jerk off, it’ll give you a slight punishment not to,”

Curious over what could be in the boxer that could promise such a claim. August picked up the small box and opened the cardboard lid. Sitting inside the box was a plastic wristband that August had seen some groups hand out during freshers week.

“Guess that’s why you compared it to the rubber band,” August said before picking up the band. The soft silicone swayed in his grip as he looked it over. The band was an assortment of browns, oranges and black swirled like marbled paper. “So, how’s it-!” August began to ask a question, only to go stock still as the band seemed to come alive in his hands. The plastic forced out from his grip before crawling down his hand, separating and reforming to keep from getting caught by the panicking Augusta before finally wrapping around his wrist.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” August yelled out, standing up in a shock as he knocked over the coffee table. His free hand tugging on the silicon band, only it refused to stretch enough to let him slip it off.

“Well, there’s no need for that language,” Clarence’s calm voice pulled August from his panicking. Though the anger that bubbled up from the confused college student wasn’t helped with how nonplussed the other man was, calmly sipping his drink without a care at the panicking man in his flat.

“What is this?” August asked, practically shouting as he held up his wrist to Clarence’s face, the other man not at all phased by his guest’s mood.

“It’s a little of an enchanted item. It’ll help you deal with self control and manage your cravings,” Clarence said. “If you can keep from jerking off for a full 30 days, the band will fall off. But if you touch yourself or have sex even once, the time will reset and you will face a punishment,”

“What punishment?” August did not like the vagueness, not at all helped with the knowledge that magic was real and in his life.

“Oh, nothing too bad. Just something to remind you on why moderation is important,” Clarence said, holding August’s shaking shoulders before the older man stood up without any issues. “Now, you should get going. Hopefully you won’t get too big for your britches,”

“What?” August exclaimed, led out to the apartment. “B-But wharf about… And- and?” August stammered, trying to find words as he was shoved out through the apartment door. Turning around to try and get more information, August blinked as he the door was gone. Discoloured wallpaper staring back at him, no signs of the apartment he had come to and gone from ever existing.

“Magic… right,” August sighed, hand brought up to his face, rubbing the panicked induced exhaustion before a familiar stirring in his pants drew his attention.

“Fuck.”