The small cock floats closer to your face, its head twitching nervously. "If we... concentrate really hard... we can sort of project what it looks like when we're inside someone." It takes a deep breath before continuing, its efforts beginning to show on its face and shaft as they strain against their invisible bonds. "It's not perfect," it warns you, "but maybe..." Its head throbs once with the effort of forcing out the image.

A hazy scene materializes in front of your eyes, like a dream half-remembered upon waking. There are shapes and colors, but they swim together in an indistinct blur, making it difficult to discern anything concrete. The cock lets out a shuddering breath as the image fades away. "Sorry," it whispers. "

The small cock seems to glow with pride at your praise, its head tilting upwards as if basking in the warmth of your touch. The other cocks surrounding you seem equally pleased by your reaction, their movements becoming more animated and confident. "Thank you," it whispers gratefully. "We don't get much attention like that."