Even the wet cloth couldn't stop the thick wave that had just burst in Brenden's face. A thick masculine stench rolled down his windpipe and burrowed into his lung. Brenden began hacking and rolled onto his back, clenching his arms at his side, as his chest burned. Tensioned snaked out from his chest, seizing into his limbs, neck, back, and lower torso, down into his legs. Brenden bit onto the cloth and deftly held the cloth in his teeth, while his arms were drawn tightly against his body in fierce cramping waves. Through his periphery, he saw his chest swell and the hairs thicken, but stronger still he felt need swell in his loins.
Though he tried his hardest to draw his breath through the filter, he felt more fumes pull through into his lungs. Even terrified, he could still notice a shift in the fumes scent. Prior, it had felt thick, but it virtually had no smell. Now it smelled thick, thick like sweat, thick like masculinity, thick like the taint from a man's balls, more specifically his own.
Just at the bottom of his sight, he could see the swollen head of his cock bobble. Suddenly becoming cognoscente of his sexual excitement, he wavered between dread and want. His package was drenched in gel like sweat, and each time his leg twitched, it rubbed against his sagging sac and incited an orgasmic quiver along his groin. He slowly gained some conscious control over his limbs, forcing his hips to gyrate, so to piston his pelvis into the air. He forcefully stretched out his arms from his side, and made the hands, attached to them, grasped the edge of the tub and a pipe beneath the sink.
The sensation of lust burned through his loins, and a pressure boiled beneath his cock. He growled need, and heaved with power in his lungs, while his body writhed towards fulfillment. Using the last ounce of his control, he freed his hand from the tub and lowered it down into his inner thigh and messaged the sticky tangle at the root of his lust.
A knot as fierce as the Devil’s grasp clenched between his legs, and his balls rolled in their low sway, as they flooded the damn with their torrid release. Suddenly the knot broke, the damn gave, and pyroclastic blast of Brenden’s cum raced out along his enormous shaft and exploded into the free air.
Brenden's eyes flew open, as ecstasy raced through his body. A jet of white, the width of two fingers, passed over his head and landed somewhere far behind him, where he couldn't see. A trail of gray mist trailed behind it, which spread as it fell down upon his body. A sudden masculine wreak filled Brenden's senses, and his body convulsed. He sat up and clenched his gut, snagging his cock and pinning it to his chest in the process. A second stream of cum erupted from his cock, splattering his chest, face and neck with the corrupted essence.
It spilled down his cheek and chest, washing down around his groin and hip before a third blast had a chance to follow. It seeped down around the fur and came to rest against Brenden's skin. Suddenly, his skin began wriggling and rolling, as gray smoke erupted all around him.