A Night On The Farm 1/3

A Night on the Farm 1/3

Jake glanced down at his fuel meter nervously, watching the needle dive ever further past the empty mark. He cursed himself for deciding to take the "scenic" route when he was running low but never anticipated he would have to go so far without even seeing the faintest hint of civilization, let alone anything resembling a gas station.

Almost as if in response to his concerns, the engine in his car starts gasping for fuel, sputtering and spouting until finally dying completely. 

"Fuck!" he shouts at no one but his own stupidity and reaching for his phone. One quick glance later was followed prompty by another even more frustrated cursing. He tossed the phone back into the seat...not even the faintest signal was able to reach it this far out in the middle of nowhere. After a moment of unbridled furious yelling he settles on his next course of action, walking until he either gets a signal or finds someone to help him out. With one more frustrated huff, he gets out of the car and starts walking down the "scenic" gravel road. His feet crunching on the rocks with every step. 

After a few hours of walking, his feet were screaming and the warm afternoon weather was quickly transitioning into a cooler evening one. Being the ever-unprepared person he is, Jake simply cursed his luck again as he shivered slightly. His phone now almost dead from constant checking for a signal and there was still nothing but a handful of trees every so often, wide open fields and the seemingly endless gravel road.

As the sun sank lower and lower into the horizon, it was getting harder and harder to see where he was going. Jake looked around nervously as he was starting to get worried for his safety being out after dark when he noticed a faint glimmer of something in the distance. A light, barely noticeable in the treeline not far from him. Without really thinking through the decision he decides to depart from the road and head toward the light, hoping that it would at least provide him some form of shelter from the darkness quickly taking over.

His spirits lifted even more when he broke through the treeline and saw that the light was coming from the window of a small farmhouse. He slowly approached the front door and knocked, quickly realizing that he should have at least thought about the potential of the owner being some sort of crazed weirdo before doing so. Right before his mind starting spinning the worst case scenario, the door opened and he was greeted by a rather confused middle aged man staring at him.

"Um, hello? Can I help you son?" the man's voice relayed a sense of kindness that put Jake at ease slightly. He stared at the man for a moment and started talking before he really thought about what to say.

"Yes, hi. I was driving down the road over there and my car ran out of gas and my phone was out of service so I had to start walking but it started getting dark and I saw the light in your window and I was hoping that..."

The man laughed at Jake's word vomit, understanding the situation and ushered him inside.

"Yea, that happens a lot more than it should. That road is notorious around these parts for bypassing almost every town around these parts. Why don't you come inside, you look like you could do with a warm meal and some rest, as it turns out, I just finished making dinner."

Jake's stomach unleashed a loud rumble at the mention of food and the man smiled.

"Yea, that would be great, thank you. I haven't eaten anything since this morning." he stepped inside the house. His nose was immediately hit with the aroma of a fresh cooked meal. He looked around the small house, noticing how minimalistic it was. A small cough lined one wall, a recliner on the other with small fireplace on the far wall. The old wooden floor creaked as he stepped on it. 

"The washroom is through that door over there, go get yourself cleaned up and I'll make you up a plate."

Creaking wood followed him the entire way to the bathroom, which was equally simplistic. After a quick trip to the toilet, he settled in front of the sink and let the warm water run over his hands. A few creaks outside the door signaled to him that the man was waiting for him to come out. A few splashes on his face later to make sure he was presentable and he walked back out.

The man had set up a small tray by the couch with a plate of food sitting on top of it. The man was sitting in the recliner opposite the couch.

"Apologies, but I never introduced myself. My name's William Montgomery, but most people just call me Will."

Jake introduced himself as well and sat down to eat. The two made small talk at first but quickly started having a real conversation after finding out they had a handful of things in common. Will was surprisingly sharp considering how isolated he was and how simple his home was. The two talked for quite some time before they realized how late it had become. Far too late for Jake to get his travel situation taken care of tonight.

"Well Jake, as much as I hate to say it. I think we'll have to get you taken care of in the morning. I don't have a guest room in the house and no offense, but I'm not too keen on letting a stranger sleep in my living room. Out in the barn is my son's old room though. Not the most homely of places but its got a warm bed, if you don't mind it housing a few animals." 

Jake wasn't about to complain about a warm bed, considering that just sitting on the couch for a few hours was already making his body ache, but the idea of sleeping in a barn full of animals was a little offputting. Will must have noticed a look of dismay and quickly spoke.

"Now don't worry about too much, my son wasn't too keen on the idea of being in the barn either so he took some steps to make it more liveable. It's all finished and separated by a solid wall that keeps most of the sounds and smells out. It's actually quite a comfy little place out there. Come with me, I'll show you."

Will led Jake out of the house and over to a rather large barn just behind it. Jake was surprised slightly about how he had not noticed it behind the house earlier but just shrugged it off as being too worried about following the light to the house itself. With a little push, Will slid the door to the barn open and ushered Jake inside.

As Jake entered the barn, he immediately noted how clean it was, he couldn't help but wonder how Will had kept it so tidy all by himself. He had expected a dusty old barn that reeked of livestock but what greeted him was the opposite. The floors, while not immaculate, was clean of debris as if it had been just recently swept. All the tools and equipment looked equally well kept, a far cry from the cliche horror barn his imagination had conjured up. 

"Wow, you must work your butt off to keep this place clean. I'll admit I was expecting something much more..." he tried to find a word that wouldn't offend Will but the thought just kind of trailed off when he heard the man laugh.

"I told you it was a pretty nice place in here. Admittedly I spend more time in here than I do the house, but I don't do it all myself. My son, while he was still at home, was always telling me I needed some of those drone things that people have now to help out. Even bought one to show me how nice it would be. He works for DroneTech now, some type of consultant or something like that, but every so often he comes by with a new one or upgrades the old ones. Handy things I suppose, I don't use them too much. Mainly they just stay in the barn and keep things tidy. I handle most of the actual work."

Jake nodded, he had heard of DroneTech before, their technology was sweeping the markets since they were announced.  Robotic servants capable of both basic learning and problem solving. They could capably handle most mundane tasks but so far their applications were fairly limited due to their cost. 

"Oh yea? I gotta say, I never expected to run into a drone this far out in the country. You're just full of surprises." Jake smiled politely, he wanted to remark about how he couldnt believe that such advanced, and expensive, tools. Properly handled, the man could have almost his entire farm handled with very little hassle. The rest of the barn was fairly mundane, filled with various tools in one area, a handful of animal stalls with livestock in them, nothing was too out of the ordinary until they made their way through a small archway leading to a back area.

Standing rigid along the wall were a handful of drones, but unlike the androgynous human models he had always seen in posters and advertisements, these were much more...stylized. The drones were very clearly made to appear as muscular anthropomorphic horsemen. Each of their muscles clearly defined in their tight rubber skin. He couldn't help but stare in awe at their chiseled chest and abdomen. Travelling down to the large bulge in between their muscled legs, all the way down to their feet, which were shiny black hooves instead of feet.

As the two approached the line of drones lights suddenly flashed on, as if they had tripped a motion sensor. Jake saw that the chest of the drone has lit up with an ID number with a barcode underneath as well as a rather large symbol of a lock on the bulge between their legs. These drones were unlike anything he had ever seen before.

"Those look incredibly high-end? You said they were gifts from your son? He must be very high up in corporate DroneTech. I don't think I've ever seen anything close to these before.", he asked slightly in a manner that relayed how impressed he was with them, before he could think about it he added, "But I do have to ask, what's up with the lock on their....uh...well you know."

Will looked at them and sighed, clearly embarassed by the question, 

"Honestly, I have no idea, my son said they were used for testing various ideas. I'm sure you can probably assume what kind of thing that particular one was for. Most of the so called features they have are lost on me, wouldn't even know where to begin figuring out what all these things can do so I just leave them to do whatever my son set them up to do. Here's the room you'll be staying in."

Jake pryed his eyes from the rubber drones and over to the door as Will pushed it open. Inside the room was fairly well furnished for where it was located. A rather cozy looking bed was all he could see (and all that really mattered) from the bedroom. Before he could say anything he heard Will say,

  "Alrighty, well I'm going to let you get yourself rest now. Whenever you get up in the morning, just come to the house and we'll get you all gased up and on your way."

Jake nodded and thanked the man before walking into the bedroom as Will headed back towards the entrance to the barn. As he walked into the room he looked around a bit better. The room was fairly well kept (from the drones most likely). The bed lined one wall and the other wall had a small desk and a chair, next to the bed was a doorframe that appeared to be some sort of closet.  As he swung the door around to close it, in the corner of his eye, he saw what looked to be something large and black standing behind the door.

Hanging on the wall behind the door was a large piece of what appeared to be latex as well as a rubber horse mask that looked identical to the heads of the drones outside his room. He examined the material more closely, it appeared to be a suit made entirely out of some sort of latex. The material was surprisingly soft and although it was made of rubber, it seemed to want to cling to him like it was full of static. Inspecting it further he saw that there was a small zipper tab by the neck and, while he couldn't see any actual zipper, assumed that it was hidden and meant to help aid with entry.

"This is so weird, but I guess if the guy works for DroneTech, he would have some prototypes laying around.", Jake said to himself, trying to reason as to why such a thing would be in a random barn in the middle of nowhere. 

He turned his attention away from the suit and over to the mask. A thick black rubber horse mask with blacked out mirrored lenses instead of eyes. The mouth, seemed to just be molded rubber with a rather odd O shaped opening. The sides of the muzzle had a small metallic port to seemingly allow for ventilation. Jake curiously plucked the mask off the wall to examine it more closely. 

The mask was smooth, almost slick in his hands. The mask itself was hollow with the rubber on the back and neck being split down the center by a small zippered opening. He pulled the sides open to get a better look at the inside of the mask. He could see that the lenses on the outisde were almost completely semi-opaque, he put his face closer to the mask trying to see if he could see through them. Something inside the mask just have detected him because suddenly the lenses on the inside of the mask lit up brightly.

Jake found himself reflexively trying to block his eyes from the light but quickly adjusted to it, seeing that the lenses somehow doubled as screens. He watched curiously, holding the mask a back a bit as the started displaying a solid stream of information as though there were booting up.

"Weird," Jake muttered as he watched. 

Suddenly the screens flickered and Jake could see it was playing some sort of video, but it was very jarbled, like trying to watch TV with a very weak signal. He brought the mask a bit closer in an attempt to see what the lenses were displaying. He could just barely make out the occassional shape or word. He kind of lost sense of himself while he stared intently at the flashing static inside the mask. Even though he could barely make out what it was showing, something kept him watching and also seemed to be rather relaxing. 

He kept staring at the flicking lights inside the mask, holding it in his hands. Something about it made him want to watch more, it made him feel really good to just stand there holding the mask and watch the display. He felt so good that his dick has hardened in his jeans and was now straining tightly against its denim prison.

Taking the mask in one hand, he mindlessly reached down and rubbed his dick, fumbling to open his pants with one hand. With little effort, his cock sprunge free.  He gripped his member as a wave of pleasure washed through him. He kept watching the flashing lights and stroking his throbbing member.

He heard himself say something outloud as a massive spurt of precum erupted from his cock and had a sudden realization of his surroundings. He pulled the his gaze away from the mask and looked down at his cock and precum covered fingers.

"What the fuck am I doing?!" he asked loudly to himself as he tossed the mask onto the desk nearby, "It's been a hell of a day. I must be out of it..." he rubbed his eyes and shook his head to clear the fog in his brain, "I think I should just get to bed."

He glanced back at the mask for a second and rubbed his cock once more but sighed and laid down in the bed, quickly drifting off to sleep. A nice, relaxing, pleasurable sleep. While he slept, he dreamt.

The fastest way to get blocked by me and reported. I dont want these people anywhere near our community and will actively remove them wherever possible.

THE TF COMMUNITY IS NOT OPEN TO CHILD PREDATORS.

WRITERS: STOP WRITING STORIES INVOLVING MINORS THAT HAVE SEXUAL CONTENT IN THEM. 

READERS: STOP REBLOGGING THOSE STORIES. STOP GIVING WRITERS A FREE PASS FOR WRITING THAT SHIT. 

IF YOU SEE A STORY INVOLVING AN ADULT SWAPPING INTO OR POSSESSING OR BEING AGE REGRESSED INTO THE BODY OF A TEEN AND PERFORMING SEXUAL ACTS EITHER TO THEMSELVES OR WITH OTHERS, THAT CONTENT IS INAPPROPRIATE AND SHOULD BE REPORTED.

GET CHILD PREDATORS OUT OF OUR GODDAMN COMMUNITY, OFF OF TUMBLR AND INTO JAIL. FUCK OFF.

Do you have more stories ? Or do you have links for more rubber transformación ? Do you like rubber skinhead transform ?

I'm working on a new one now. Longest one I've ever done. Most of the links that I could provide would just be the more popular blogs on here that get tossed around all the time and not really into skin-head stuff personally, no.

Southernized

Southernized

After his last class, Kyle was rushing back to his dorm room, lost in thought trying to comprehend what was seeming to happen to everyone on campus.

He had noticed a few days ago that a couple students in his class had undergone a serious wardrobe change. Where there used to be hipster glasses and designer clothes, now there were rugged blue jeans, button up shirts and cowboy boots. Even stranger they were all talking with a deep southern accent that he was sure they didn’t have before.

Kyle had thought that it was just a joke or some form of social experiment the guys had thought up, but over the next couple days, more and more of his classmates were showing up (by his best definition) “southernized”. More disturbingly, it wasn’t just happening in his classes either, he was starting to notice more and more of his fellow students were undergoing this change all over the campus. Even the parking lots had a noticeable increase in pickup trucks since he last paid attention to it.

It was almost getting to the point where everywhere he looked he would see blue jeans, belt buckles and cowboy boots. At times he would catch himself staring at one of them, admiring the muscled arms almost bursting out of their sleeves or the perfect bulge between their legs. If he hadn’t been so freaked out by the sudden happening, he would have started drooling right then and there.

Kyle practically ran back to his dorm, past a multitude of rooms each blaring loud country music through their various sound systems, he hurriedly opened the door only to hear the same loud music blaring from inside his room. His heart sank and deep down he knew what he was going to find.

Inside, he found his roommate, Tyler, shirtless and almost proudly strutting his muscled chest that Kyle didn’t remember him having. He was wearing blue jeans with a big buckle affixed firmly to his waist and worn leather boots. He glanced over at Kyle and nodded.

“Howdy Kyle.”, his voice dripping with a new southern accent.

Kyle was speechless, his formerly nerdy roommate had somehow been transformed into a redneck hunk. Kyle's thoughts spiralled out of control as he tried to make sense of what was happening, not quite ready to admit that what was happening was even possible. He managed to nod to his now much sexier roommate and make it to his bedroom, where he immediately locked the door and sat down to collect his thoughts, which was slightly harder than it needed to be since Tyler had turned up his music up even louder.

Kyle sat and thought about what he should do next, should he pack up his things and leave? Reach out and see if anyone else was noticing this crazy occurrence? He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice that his foot had started to tap along to the tunes booming in from the other room.

About a half hour passed by before he heard the music suddenly stop and the door to his dorm open and close as Tyler left. He let out a relieved sigh and stood up, considering his options. He decided to take a quick shower to ease his nerves and calm him down. Luckily his dorm had private restrooms and showers.

His shower took him slightly longer than he thought it would but it was well worth it, as he stepped out of the stall, he felt calm and refreshed…that was until he noticed that something was alarmingly different. The sweatpants and t-shirt he had taken to change into had been replaced. The only thing laying on the counter where he left his clothes was a pair of blue jeans with a large shiny belt buckle sitting on top.

Kyle froze when he saw them and looked over to the door, which was still locked from the inside. There was no way anyone could have switched them out. He wasn’t even going to allow himself to entertain the notion that they had just changed on their own. He decided to just wrap himself up in his towel and dart back into his bedroom to get different clothes.

As soon as he opened his door, the full gravity of the situation sank in. His entire room was different that what it was just 20 minutes ago. All his nerdy posters were gone, replaced with those of trucks and a rebel flag. His closet was full of jeans, button up shirts and a worn out pair of boots sat on the floor.  Everything screamed redneck.

Kyle weighed his options. He could try to leave naked but that would almost immediately end badly or he could dress in his new wardrobe and hopefully get out before anything else happened. Seeing no other option, he hesitantly reached out and grabbed a pair of blue jeans. As he pulled them off the hanger his mind couldn’t help but picture his roommate’s tanned muscular redneck body. The thought caused him to pause a brief moment and his dick to swell underneath the towel draped around him.

Absentmindedly he reached down and gripped his hard shaft, feeling a wave of pleasure course through him  causing his towel dropped to the floor. He mindlessly started stroking his dick, fantasizing about his dreamy redneck roommate.

Kyle’s mind snapped back to reality as he realized what he was doing and what he was really needing to do, which was get the hell out of there. He quickly threw on the jeans, which was slightly more difficult than it needed to be due to his still erect and throbbing member. Every time he would touch it he had to force himself to not start stroking it. With a bit of work he managed to zip up the jeans and refocus. He glanced around in vain for his shoes but all he could see was a pair of cowboy boots in his closet. Seeing as how the jeans didn’t do anything he noticed, he figured the boots would be fine too. He sat down to pull the worn out leather boots on, not wanting to admit to himself how comfortable they actually were.  

He took a moment to compose himself, trying to get the tent in his jeans to go away so he could leave. He tried to think about anything else but couldn't seem to do it. Then an idea popped in his head, why doesn’t he just rub out a quick one. That would take care of the surging problem he was dealing with and it wouldn’t take very long considering he didn’t even need to touch it for it to stay rock hard. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his now larger dick. A few moments of stroking was all it took for him to slip back into his mindless fantasy.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, the more he stroked and caused the pleasure to course though him, the more he was changing. While not fat, but he wasn’t skinny either. That was until the fat he did have started to dissolve away, being replaced by the kind of muscles one would have from working on a farm. His arms and legs thickened as his hands strengthened, gripping his rock hard cock even tighter.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there but his mindless masturbation session was interrupted by his door being shoved open by Tyler, who had apparently came back while Kyle was in his daze.

“Well look at you, yer almost a proper country boy!” Tyler exclaimed, walking closer to him and looking at him with a cocky smirk.

Kyle had a brief moment of clarity return to him. He realized his body was much more muscular. His shoulders, biceps, forearms, all larger and more defined. He looked at his toned chest and abs. Confusion mixed with excitement gripped his mind.

"You look like you need some help there. Let me give you a hand.."

  Tyler knelt down in front of Kyle. His tanned muscled frame and sexy southern musk sent his sex drive into a frenzy and pushed his worries and fears back into the recesses of his mind. He shivered as Tyler slid his tongue sensually along his cock before diving down on it and sucking it with expert skill.

Kyle was like butter, unable to bring himself to do anything but moan in ecstacy as his southern roommate gave him the blowjob of his life. Deep in the recesses of his mind that small, and now quickly diminishing part of the old Kyle remained. His old self was screaming that this was wrong and he had to get away but the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through him was snuffing out those cries before they even began.

His entire body radiated tingling pleasure as he watched as his pasty white complexion began to darken, taking on a nice tan from continuous exposure to sun. He took a deep breath and smelled the southern musk radiating from him now.

  Tyler dove down hard on his cock right as he was pushed over the edge. He tensed up and yelled in a now deeper voice as cum erupted from his cock and into the waiting mouth of Tyler, who swallowed it down just as quickly as Kyle shot it out. Kyle’s whole world exploded in ecstasy as entirely new memories, personality, friends, family… an entire new existence flooded his mind and reality.

  As Kyle basked in the afterglow of his amazing orgasm, he gave Tyler a pat on the head, “Shit Ty, that was amazing!”

  Tyler smirked and nodded before getting up and walking out, “Glad I could help, stud.”, There was a brief pause before he yelled, “Don't forget we were meeting up with the guys and going muddin' later."

Kyle nodded as he stood up. He tucked his massive cock into his jeans and zipped them up before walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a belt with a nice big buckle and fastened it around his waist. He loved seeing the large buckle and took a moment to admire it. He turned around and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and snagged a quick shot on his phone and walked out of his room, his boots clomping loudly on the floor as he walked out… fully “southernized”.

Been seeing a lot of Rubber Drones popping up on my feed and such. Just want to say keep on spreading and being awesome!

The Pup Club (3/7)

CHAPTER 3: MAIL CALL

Caleb sat down on the love-seat this time, slightly confused by bartender's departing statement. He had no intention of stripping in the back of the club for no reason. He looked around the room idly until his eyes settled on the screen, playing a different video involving a large, muscular rubber pup vigorously assaulting a twink dressed up as a slutty mailman.

He watched as the muscular pup wrestled the mailman to the ground, ripped off his clothes and proceed pound the poor mailman's ass with its massive rubber cock. Around the pup's neck was a collar that marked him as SPIKE. He kept shoving his thick rubber dick into the mailman's ass, who took it greedily. Caleb's dick throbbed against his cage with each thrust but Caleb didn't seem to mind it at the moment. He was too wrapped up in the movie to care about his own situation.

Man I wonder what they feels like? Having a thick rubber dick shoved up my ass. That's so damn hot!

He wasn't aware but his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and was panting heavily as he watched. He also wasn't aware that Fetch had returned and was speaking to him until he heard the pup shout.

“JET!”

He snapped his attention to Fetch, not realizing he had just responded to his collared name or that he had was sitting there naked, having stripped off all his clothing except for his cage and collar.

“Oh sorry, I must have spaced off there for a second. What was your id...?”

His heart stopped for a moment and his voice stuck in throat once he saw what was in Fetch's hand. He was both excited beyond imagination but also slightly startled by it. Clutched in Fetch's hand a large, black, rubber dildo shaped almost identical to the one the pup had in the video, although slightly smaller.

“Now I know it's slightly unorthodox but we get many people with many different 'hobbies' and many of the more submissive sorts often talk about how their Masters don't unlock them and they end up finding temporary relief with some anal stimulation. Massaging the prostate in a sort.”

Caleb couldn't pry his eyes off the rubber dildo and looked at it lustfully, only half hearing what Fetch was saying. His cock strained hard against its metal prison and was practically leaking a stream onto the floor. He reached out to grab it, but didn't want to appear too excited.

“I'm so horny, I'm willing to try anything.”

Fetch eyed him and snickered softly.

“You want some help or you got it? Your face says you've never tried it but you seem fairly confident.”

Caleb shook his head, “Nah man, I got it. I'll admit I've always been more of a top but it can't be that hard to figure out right?”

Fetch shrugged, handed over the cock and departed, leaving Caleb to his own devices.

Caleb was practically shaking with anticipation as the clenched the thick rubber cock in his hands. The rubber was smooth and slick, like it was slightly lubricated. He held it close to his face and examined it closely, the smell of the rubber setting his senses on overdrive. He needed this in him, right now!

He set carefully pressed the tip against his virgin hole and pushed. The dildo stretched his hole wide causing him to bite his lip to stifle a slight yell. He stood there for a moment, allowing his hole to get used to the girth before trying again. The ease in which the remainder of the plug slid in him how good it felt surprised him. Something about how it felt as it filled him up made him want it further inside right now, he wanted to feel it pushed in deeper and deeper into his ass. He felt it brush faintly against his prostate and it caused a wave of pleasure to course through him as he shot a massive spurt of precum onto the floor.

He kept pushing it in as far as it would go but it would only barely graze where he needed it to before it slid out when he stopped pressing. He looked around frantically, trying to find something to solve his problem and decided that he could sit down in the chair and use the weight of his body to push it further in. He lustily positioned himself over the chair and flopped down.

The force of impact did the trick and he felt the rubber cock slam against his prostate. It caused him to shoot another load of precum out onto the floor but he still needed more. He absentmindedly started staring at the video in front of him as he happily bounced up and down on the chair.

He watched as the pup on the video continued to fuck the mailman silly, who he now noticed was wearing a shiny metal collar as well. It zoomed in on the mailman's toned chest and he could see that the tag dangling on the man's collar read JET. It took him a moment to recognize the name and he realized that it the name on his collar. The video panned up to the man's face and Caleb realized that he was the one dressed up getting fucked by the rubber pup in the video.

He was too lost in his horny daze to question this and began to feel like he was in the video more than in the room. He felt the rubber pup on top of him, smelling the strong scent of rubber and sex. He looked back at Spike, his alpha, as he thrust his cock into Jet's greedy ass, relishing the feeling of being dominated. He was suddenly aware of how right this all felt, getting mounted by his dominant alpha and being an obedient little pup. He felt the muscled pup tense and heard a loud howl as the pup rammed his cock in one last time and unleashed a torrent of hot alpha pup seed into his greedy hole, marking him forever as an owned pup.

Jet let out a howl at the same time as lust swept through him and he was assaulted by the most intense blast of euphoric pleasure he had ever felt while at the same time never achieving a full orgasm himself, the wave pushing him to the right to the edge but never over. He unleashed a flood of precum from his cage cock as he felt himself flowing away with it. As the wave subsided, so did his consciousness, fading back into a needy urge as he blacked out.