This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Ben closed his eyes and slipped the ring onto his right hand middle finger. The base of the gem contacted his finger and he felt more than saw a brilliant green flash.
When he next opened his eyes he was in darkness. For a moment he was confused and a little more than a bit scared but he quickly came to his senses and fumbled in the darkness for his torch.
He flicked it on... no, it was already on. "Shit" he said, "should have expected that". It was burned out. It took him a moment to find his bag with the spare batteries. As he replaced the batteries he wondered how long he'd been out. With a dead torch he figured at least a few hours.
With light restored he checked his cell phone, it too was dead.
He was disgusted, "Damn it, fine then, old reliable it is." He reached underneath his shirt and pulled out his grandfather's old miniature pocket watch. He kept it around his neck as a keep sake.
He saw the time. Then he checked to see if the second hand was still moving. Just as it had for over 100 years it was jerking along in it's steady reliable way. It hadn't been a few hours. He sat confused. The time was 5:15 pm... of the same day, so why were batteries dead?
Almost without another thought he just knew the reason was that the pocket watch was against his skin where as the others were not. Direct contact with him had allowed it to maintain what amounted to "ring time."
Ben glanced down at the ring on his finger. The stone had transformed into a gem. He took it off to examine it. The gem was about the size of a 3 carat diamond, it was uncut but had what appeared to be a beautiful natural faceted surface. It looked very much like a dimly glowing emerald. It was mounted in a beautifully engraved silver ring. The gem was criss-crossed by tiny strands of silver, almost like a net. The inside of the ring, just under the gem, was open. Ben turned and looked into the base of the ring and saw that the opening allowed the ring to touch the wearer's finger and that the stone would turn in place with little clicks holding it in various positions.
He reasoned that he needed a lot more information so he carefully put it back into the little box. Then he gathered up Leonardo's book, pocketed the little box with the ring and headed out off the site.
He emerged into what by the time on his packet watch should have been fading daylight.
The ladder he climbed up faced west. He should have been facing the setting sun. Instead he found himself looking over his shoulder at a rising sun.
Looking both ways several times he wound up mouthing the words, "What the FUCK?!"
The confusion and another feeling made him completely overlook the fact that the walk up the slope and climb out of the trench, which usually left him a bit winded, left him feeling invigorated and quite alert, a bit confused, and... yes, there it was. He felt horny, like he needed to have sex.
In the morning light Ben briskly walked the mile to the car park and drove back to the B&B. He managed to avoid Mary, the woman who ran the place. She glanced up and flashed her amazing smiled at him as he ascended the stairs.
Mary thought him gliding past without so much as a "hello" was very odd indeed, she'd have to ask him about that later. He was always such a friendly and comfortable gentleman guest of the bed and breakfast. She'd grown very fond of him over the almost 5 months he'd been a lodger. Very fond of him indeed. During the long periods her husband was gone they'd sit and talk, sometimes far into the evening.
She admired his derriere as he climbed the stairs, "Looking more and more fit" and then caught herself and felt a bit like a foolish little girl... she closed out her thoughts on the matter with, "but he sure is an attractive nice young man, if only I were younger... "
Ben placed the box on the table and stood considering it for a moment or two. He felt a sudden shiver and headed into the shower to wash off, he thought to himself, "what, a day or two?" of grime. Being your typical young virile guy he masterbated a few times each week, usually in the shower. Uncharacteristically, by the time he had his clothes off his cock was already hard, very hard, and his balls felt just like they did right before he would cum. The water had barely started flowing when he nearly growled as he grabbed his cock and began to stroke. His finger tips could just touch his thumb and with each stroke he felt like he was ready to erupt... but didn't. The feeling of orgasm plateaued and just stayed on the precipice of orgasm.
"GOD! FUCK!" he whispered to himself and squeezed his cock hard. At that moment he realized his fingers weren't touching his thumb any more. He looked down and was astonished to see there had to be three inches between his index finger and thumb now. His cock had at least tripled in size.
The gem in the ring no longer glowed green. It gave off a light pink and was pulsating with his strokes.
"Wait," Ben paused. It took some effort and will to let go of his cock and look at the ring. He couldn't recall putting it back on.
His balls felt ready to erupt but he fought the urge to go back to masterbating. Mindless to the water, he stepped out and moved to the long floor mirror.