Only a couple of minutes

Mr. Richards reviewed the boy's work one more time while he waited and before he knew it the boy had returned. He glanced at his watch and it had only been 5 minutes. Alex sat down across from him and looked at him expectantly. The professor hadn't planned it, but he just looked at the boy with a knowing glare.

"Sorry, I was going to tell you about that part of my...progress." Alex said, fidgeting with a ring on his finger, "She said that my libido would increase as I retained more knowledge..." He trailed off mid sentence.

"She?" Mr. Richards tilted his head with the question, "Have your parents finally taken you to a specialist?"

"What? Oh. No." Alex laughed, "I went to the herbalist. Rudi told me about the crazy things she was giving people and how well they worked so I told her about my memory issue and she had a fix." The boy lifted the hand he had been fidgeting with and showed him the ring. It was a simple knotted root band, like some promise ring from a previous era. The older man sighed.

"You're telling me that ring works?" Mr. Richards said, astonished,"And it makes you horny?"

"You read my answers," Alex replied, "I've finally been able to remember what we did last week, but only because I studied a couple days ago."

"But why does it make you horny?"

Alex shrugged, "She didn't explain it, just warned me of the side effects. Sometimes it can get pretty bad."

"Pretty bad?" The professor coaxed.

"If I study too much, I'll be rock hard and stir crazy for hours. Like 12 hours."

"I can assume you've tried relieving yourself?"

"Of course," Alex said, "How would I not? I set a record for my number of orgasms in a row. 7"

The boy blushed sulked, apparently aware that he was confessing his masturbatory habits to his volunteer tutor. Nonetheless, he continued by talking into the table through his folded arms.

"I had to stop after 7, my cock was numb, but still hard as a rock. Everything gets more sensitive too, light hurts my eyes and my skin is tender everywhere."

"Did you clean up after yourself in there?" Mr. Richards pointed towards his bathroom.

"I'm not an asshole, Mr. Richards," The boy lifted his head and frowned, offended. "You've done nothing but help me."

"Just wanted to be sure." The older man took a deep breath, "With the SATs being next week, we need to cover as much as possible, but I know that might cause some issues..."