New Therapy

Getting this whole therapy plan together was apparently going to be a little more complicated and time-consuming than I originally expected. I mean, it seems simple enough. But really, it's important that everything goes perfectly the first time through.

At least, thankfully, Hollie has given me an off-the-record greenlight to proceed. What else could she do? She's already started this therapy on her own husband. And she seems delighted with the results. Now I'm kind of jealous. She's already turned her husband bisexual. She's already gotten him into cock. I'm not sure she's actually brought in guys to fuck him and have him suck their cocks. No question at all this is going to happen very soon if it hasn't already. From what she told me, at bare minimum the therapy has caused her husband to become fascinated with huge porn cock.

It also turns out, from what I've picked up on the grapevine, that a number of other women in our research group have been sneaking out some of the penis enhancement drug and copying the sensory stimulation media file to try out on their men, too. Lots of rumors going around, but apparently a few have already started having three and four ways, getting to actually watch their man being fucked in his virgin ass while passionately sucking cock.

It was one of those ladies that texted a few of her friends (and then I was copied on it!) that a critical part of getting her husband to drop his inhibitions, and be even more open to the sensory stimulation videos was to include poppers.

Poppers?! I had heard of those, and I knew there were people that use them as part of their sex play. But I've never used them. I'm not even sure where to get them. What I'm hearing is that it makes a big big difference as her man is watching the porn videos and beginning to see things that are new for him, provocative, and may not immediately be something he'd be open to. Poppers seem to have a way of causing men to have lower inhibitions and greater acceptance.

Well, it sounded like I'm going to need to pick up some poppers. I did a quick online search and it looked like I'm going to have to go to an adult bookstore where they might be sold under the counter. I don't want to order them online, because I don't want any kind of trail leading back to my doing this therapy at home.

I jumped in my car and drove down to the part of our city where there are at least a few adult bookstores. Not as many as I know there used to be, but there are still a few. I simply looked for the one that had the biggest front entrance and seemed to be in a somewhat safe area. Definitely kind of a sketchy area, not sure I feel entirely safe. Why the hell does anybody even come here anymore? Don't people know porn is available online for free?

I parked my car, crossed the street and scurried in the door. I don't know why, but I had this worry that somebody that knows me might spot me heading into an adult bookstore. Are you kidding? What are the odds of that?

Anyway, I headed in and immediately saw a front area with a cash register and a pretty girl working behind it. I smiled at her and she flashed a cute smile back. There were all sorts of adult novelties, gag gifts and toys. There were greeting cards and birthday and holiday cards that all had sexy and raunchy themes. There was an area that had games you and some horny friends can play, a version of twister that had hard-core porn images on the different spots. And there were oils and condoms and other things you could buy.

But then you walked around the corner and it was row after row of shoulder high shelves with porn DVD's. And on the walls were all kinds of sex toys and harnesses and bondage gear.

Large full size posters of hard-core sex were up on all of the walls. Everywhere. Huge posters of stunningly beautiful girls in micro bikinis that showed off their landing strips above the bikini line, and a bikini top so tiny it only barely cover the nipples on there otherwise small firm sporty boobs. They were others. There was one poster of a really hot guy flexing his beautifully toned, muscular body, all covered in oil. But he was wearing a thong, so no dick pic. There was another poster of two girls in the 69 position. They were stunning. Let me just say this, all the models in all the posters were absolutely beautiful. There was another poster that showed a huge erect penis. It was just a penis, nothing else in the picture, rockhard with a thick shaft and a beautiful, swollen head. It was black and white, which I think is extra sexy. Sometimes black-and-white photography is way sexier than color photography. At least in my opinion.

There was another huge poster of a man sucking a huge cock. That got me going! An immediate tingle in my pussy. I thought to myself, don't get wet now! You can't walk around with a wet pussy in front of everybody. There'll be a stain on my pants. People will see it! Keep it together, Christina!

There were at least a dozen different kinds of ball gags for bondage play. One was a big red ball with leather straps that wrapped around the back of your head. I thought that was hot. There was another one that was simply a round chrome ring that fits into your mouth to keep your mouth wide-open, and again with straps around the back of your head. This was so that someone could force their cock into your mouth and you could do nothing about it. They could just fuck your mouth and fuck your throat and you have to just take it. I loved that!

There was another one that really caught my attention. It was shaped like a men's bathroom urinal. It straps to your face with a tube at the bottom of the urinal basin going into your mouth. And straps that went around the back of your head to pull it tight. It said right on the package exactly what it was for. Piss play. It was to invite your play partners to unload their bladders directly into your urinal gag, and you would have no choice but to gulp down every drop of hot steaming piss. OMG, that is fucking hot. I wouldn't mind strapping one of those on me. I would totally drink Josh's piss all night long. Maybe, if this therapy works, I can strap one on him! I would love to have him drink my piss, fresh from my cunt, and I would not mind pointing a couple of big thick trophy cocks into the urinal basin and having them unload all the piss they can. I'd love to watch Josh forced to drink gallons of hot piss.

My gosh, I'm getting wet again! I got to stop that! I have work to do!

There were specialty items just for cock and ball torture. CBT. One was a cock cage to contain your man's penis in a tiny little cage. It said on the label that over time his penis would shrink, get smaller and smaller, and he would become more compliant to his mistress. Really? I want that bad boy to get bigger, not smaller! But I guess to each his own. Or her own.

There were other cock torture devices that I thought were pretty interesting. several sounding rods and complete sounding kits. Long surgical, steel, polished rods, you slide down through his cock head, inserted through the piss slit, and pushed down through the shaft. As far as it'll go. They ranged in different sizes, both length and gauge. The shortest one was only 6 inches, with a little ring at the top for your finger to slide it in and out of his urethral opening. Then they were longer, 8 inches, 10 inches, 12 inches, the longest one about 18 inches? It didn't actually say on the package, but my gosh, it was about a foot and a half. And they got thicker and thicker. So you could kind of fuck his cock with a sounding rod and just ram that thing in and out until the poor guy has an explosive orgasm. Or at least, I'm pretty sure that's the idea. It's hard for me to imagine that that is really and truly pleasurable, but it's pleasurable for me to think about it! I think that's something I would not mind doing with Josh. If he's open to it.

One interesting cock torture toy was like a tube about the same size and dimensions as an empty toilet paper roll. You place his penis through the tube probably while it is still soft, then get him super aroused until his dick is so hard that the swollen head is too big to pull it out of the tube. There were curious little pinholes all through the sides of the tube. There was nothing on the packaging that explained the purpose of those little pinhole's. I walked over to ask the checkout girl why it had all those perforations. She pointed over to another shelf near where I had been, and to several packages of needles. "Some people like to do needle play".

Really? Tell me more. I felt like I was almost trembling with excitement. Yes, that fantasy has always turned me on. I just didn't think you could simply walk into a store and buy that stuff.

"Yeah, some people are into some really kinky shit and like to push needles through their partners tits, or cock, or wherever. We don't sell a ton of it. I'd say at least once a week either a man or a woman comes in here, sometimes couples, and buys a whole bunch of needles, and a bunch of other things that are designed to make a penis as rockhard as possible before inserting all those needles."

"So do you mean they're pushing needles right through the penis? Like through the whole thing? The shaft, the head, everything?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly right. Basically, they use his hard cock as a kind of pincushion. So the guy is into pain, the man or woman inserting the needles is also into pain. And they like to see how many needles they can push through his penis. I know at least a few people that have been in here more than once that seem to have built up a pretty good tolerance to pain. I have no idea how many needles they can take, but they've purchased several packages with 20 needles. So by now they've probably put as many as 40 or 50 needles into their penis all at one time."

I could not help but picture this in my head. Picturing me with my hand wrapped around Josh's rockhard penis, slowwwwwwly pushing long thin needles through the middle of the shaft, even crisscross through the middle of the fat swollen head. Josh sweating, breathing heavy, as he gets closer to cumming. I'd love to do that.

Well, I imagine I'd love to do that. You know, a lot of times these fantasies are just fantasies, in fact probably most of the time. For all I know, this is not something me or Josh would ever really want to do in real life, but I love to imagine it. Maybe it's something we can role-play? We could at least do that.

Well, first things first, I need to focus on growing that cock as big as I can get it. And let's face it, pushing needles through it would be a lot more fun if it were twice its current size. I want to get that thing up to 11 or 12 inches! Thick, painfully hard, with a smooth polished mushroom shaped bulbous head, glowing with a kind of a bluish red purple color.

"By the way" she added, "for the record, I'm not advising you do it. There are definitely some risks in that kind of play. But I'm not here to tell people what they should or should not do. Everybody swims at their own risk. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I definitely do." I said.

She paused and said, "I have to admit, though, I think it's a huge turn on, but it's not everybody's thing."

I just nodded and then said, "yeah, I can see why. I think it's pretty hot too."

I decided to leave this purchase for sometime in the future. Maybe never, but at least not today. Maybe someday.

There was another section that had dildos and vibrators, harnesses and other kinds of gear, for anyone who wants to fuck somebody else with something made out of plastic. There were double ended dildos, which I actually have some experience with! They're definitely fun. Any time women want a night off from the guys, but feel horny as hell, it's pretty fun to fuck each other with a double ended dildo. There was one that was absolutely huge, and I thought it looked like it would stretch my poor pussy way too far. But I also know that sometimes two men will use them in their asses. Great, whatever turns you on, baby! And there were a number of so-called "lifelike" dildos. Those were amazing. I had to pause and look at a few of them very closely. Yeah, they were definitely lifelike. There were a few that were so lifelike you would swear they were real cocks. It looked like some super well hung dude voluntarily offered his penis, let somebody cut it off at the base, and then preserve it into some kind of a very realistic looking dildo. I've heard that actually exists somewhere, but no way here in my town. These were pretty large. One was 12 inches, another 14 inches, one was 18 inches, and there was one that was even 28 inches. Again, it looked and felt amazingly real. Hard to believe it wasn't real.

I wandered more through the different DVD shelves to see what kinds of things they had. Just about everything you could imagine. I found myself in the lesbian section and it was super hot. For about a minute I forgot I was more interested in cock these days.

Oh my gosh, most of the videos I had never seen online. And I've definitely seen my fair share. Absolutely beautiful young women who look like professional fashion models, not skanks or ordinary looking girls that often show up in a lot of these videos. These girls look like runway models. They look like swimsuit models, models that might pose in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. They were tall and sleek and thin with tiny sporty boobs and tiny tight little asses. Legs that went on forever. Just stunning, and their faces were beautiful beyond belief. So beautiful, so gorgeous, all I could think about is how hot it would be to join these hotties for a night of pleasure.

I flipped over one DVD package to see the art on the back. These sexy models were making out, and I must say, just seeing them make out was making me hot. Even if that's all they had on the entire video I would definitely watch it. Professional models that barely looked 18 but were identified in the credits, and with a disclaimer that all models are 18 and over. Wow, that certainly brought back a lot of memories for me. To be 18 again, and just beginning to experiment with girls? Euphoria!

But hey, I wasn't here to buy DVDs. And I certainly wasn't here for anything to inspire my lesbian desires. This is not the time to revert to the pleasures of my teens and college years. This was my search for poppers. And as I looked again back toward the checkout counter, holy cow, there they were! Little brown bottles right inside the glass display shelf.

I walked over and asked her, obviously, like an idiot, "are those poppers?"

She smiled and said "yeah, we definitely sell a lot of these. Probably more to men. Women, too, though. Not as often, but more likely if it's a married couple. Or a boyfriend girlfriend. We see that a lot. Younger couples will come in and the girl wants the poppers for her boyfriend, she'll say. But I'm not sure what they're doing other than what gay male couples are doing. Maybe she's just pushing his horizons a little bit? I've never used them myself or with my partners, but I hear they're pretty fun."

She reached into the cabinet and pushed a few things aside, then picked up one of the bottles. "Here, this is what you need."

I gave her some cash. The girl gave me a little wink and said "good luck with your boyfriend. I hope you succeed."

I felt a quick jolt to my system. Does she know what I'm doing?

"Oh yeah, thank you. Actually my husband. What do you mean though, you hope I'm successful?"

"Well, I don't want to be nosy or assume too much, but if it's okay I'll just say a lot of women that pick up poppers are trying to get their boyfriends, or I guess like in your case their husbands, to be less inhibited about sex. I guess just a lot of uptight guys out there that aren't comfortable exploring their sexuality. Some of the women that buy poppers have sometimes confided to me that they want to try new things with their partner and need him to loosen up. I've asked on a few occasions what kind of things they want to try. Usually it's something like she wants to fuck him in the ass with a strap on. That's big. Pegging is trending with a lot of couples. Or they like to watch watch porn together, but it's always straight or lesbian porn. She wants to watch some man-on-man porn. Poppers loosen him up as they're watching gay porn. He's much more able to get horny. Really really horny. She wants his cock to get super hard as they're watching and as he's fucking her. Some guys just can't get hard if there's gay porn on. So I know that's been kind of a big thing lately. If that's not what you're doing, please don't think I meant anything by it. I just want to wish you good luck with whatever you're planning."

After a moment I said, "You're not too far off. I don't want to say too much, but let's just say that part of what I'm planning to do is to get him more open to gay porn. I love gay porn but he doesn't. Also, I'm trying out a new penis enhancement product, and a girlfriend told me it actually will cause his penis to grow more while watching gay porn at the same time. Let's just say, if I can get his penis to grow and get him to like gay porn, that's a giant win-win for me. Right?!"

Her face lit up with a huge smile. "Yeah, absolutely! Right on. Good luck with that then. It's about time guys started reciprocating a little. If it's okay to watch lesbian porn together, why can't we watch some really hot man-on-man stuff, right? Good luck with that. I hope you'll come back some time and tell me how it worked."

I picked up the little bag off the counter with my poppers and headed out. Looking both ways, I didn't see any cars or any people anywhere, which I took as a huge stroke of luck. Again, I guess I'm being paranoid, but I'm glad nobody saw me coming or going here. I zipped across the street and jumped in my car. Heading out of town, all I could think of was that cute young girl at the checkout counter. I loved her approval, the idea that probably more and more people are into this. Just when I thought it was my own weird, personal kink, somebody else just randomly seems to enjoy the same thing.

Heading home I thought about when we should start. Josh seemed eager, at least because he couldn't wait to see his penis grow and become a huge 'perfect penis'.

It's funny. On the one hand I'm sorry I ever said that. I didn't mean to make him feel diminished. And yet it was thanks to that offhand comment that this whole discussion got going. I had no idea how I would challenge him to try the therapy. And yet that one comment got him going on having a perfect penis.

I was too excited to wait any longer. Tonight would be the night. I had everything I needed now. I just needed Josh to get home.

I decided to go ahead and prepare our bedroom and our large wide screen flat panel TV. It's a smart TV, and it streams the internet. So I pulled up my our favorite porn site that has pretty much anything and everything you can imagine. I searched for the first compilation video on my list. It was pretty hot, I certainly remember that. And I knew it would be a great way to ease him into the sensory stimulation therapy.

One of the things we do with our volunteers in the laboratory is to give them the penis enhancement drug at least an hour before we started the videos. So I got it ready for him to take as soon as he walked in the door.

I want him sitting up, nude and propped up to watch the video. I put some pillows against the backboard of our bed so that we would both be sitting up together, side-by-side, and I could slowly stroke his cock as we watched the hot videos. I wanted to feel it getting hard in my hand. I wanted to make sure I did everything possible to start him up and get him super hard as soon as possible. And, of course, I needed to get him SO hard, so painfully, throbbing, fucking hard that he would be more and more comfortable looking at all the hot cock porn we were going to see.