Harold desperately wanted to believe that this was a nightmare, that any moment he'd wake up in his own bed with an inexplicable, raging hardon, but the ears felt too real. He could feel them in his hands, the coarse hairs, the tapered tips, and more importantly, he could feel his hands on them. He could move his ears, independently of each other he realized when something fell behind him and his ears swiveled back, angled so that they were both facing the source of the sound.
It was a stack of empty boxes near the garbage. He'd stacked them in a hurry earlier that night to take the trash out first thing the next morning and they'd fallen over. Nothing to worry about, not that he needed anything more to worry about given the fact that he was trapped in his house, had an insatiable erection and had been turned into a freak.
His hearing was also better than it had been, little sounds like the insects chirping outside seeming much louder. At the thought his ears swung in the direction of where the door had been.
He was trapped unless he played along with the freak's insane game. That was his only choice.
Time to start searching for those runes. Unless the person who had done this to him was a lair. What if there were no runes, no escape? Then he'd be trapped forever and stuck as a freak too.
No, he couldn't think like that.
He'd stay calm, panicking was the worst thing he could to.
Struggling to ignore the feel of the ensorcelled cockring and the bobbing of his throbbing erection with every step he took.
The garage entered into the kitchen so that was the first place he'd look. Better to be systematic about things, even if he wanted to run to each door and try to find a way out. If he did that he'd panic and he couldn't let that happen, not if he wanted to get through this and return to normal.
Unfortunately, entering the kitchen he realized that searching it was going to be a lot harder than he'd thought. There were so many places a rune could be hiding.
Glancing down he saw the glow of the cockring.
Or maybe things wouldn't be so hard. If the runes were glowing then he could turn the darkness into an advantage.
Immediately he went to open every drawer and cabinet, even the fridge and freezer, hoping to catch sight of some out of place illumination. Nothing. He turned the flashlight off just to be sure.
Still nothing.
A horrifying thought struck him, what if the rune he was looking for was behind or under something? Then he'd have to move every can, open every box.
The temptation to abandon the search and try another room, one with fewer places for the rune to hide was strong.
His ears drooped nervously.
His cock twitched, demanding attention.