Sunday evening, Matt decided it was time to test out the c**k ring. While Vic undressed in the bedroom, getting ready to call it a night, Matt stripped down in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth. His clothes were kicked into a pile in the corner behind the door, and the hand not holding his toothbrush toyed with the box that still held the c**k ring. He opened the box and fingered the ring, which looked ridiculously small to him. Picking it up, he stretched it between his first two fingers, feeling little give to the black polymer. The transistor looked insubstantial, barely the size of the nail on his forefinger. If this piece of plastic did anything more than prolong his erection during s*x, he’d be surprised. Spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste, Matt rinsed, then splashed water on