[With the tentacles around his legs and body, he's only able to do little more than squirm. The tentacles buried in him not even moving more than an inch despite his best attempts. Rye watching him writhe, licking his lips as the pre leaks from him.]

Gods, you look amazing like this. So utterly gorgeous. You want so bad, beg so pretty, and your cock always makes such a mess. I love making you crazy, love how much you enjoy being tortured before I fuck your brains out. Impossible for anyone to not try to get off, watching you. [He glances to the side.] Plenty certainly are. [His eyes focus on Hurricane, his hand stroking himself a little faster, fingers thrusting into himself.]

Jerk off those cocks in your hand, pet. How do you want to used like them? How do you want me to touch myself?

[He moans as Hurricane takes him in, the feeling of the tongue, how deep he's trying to take him. The tentacles on his torso loosen, enough to take him as deep as he wants.] Gods, you're getting so good at that. Soon I really could just. Just put you on your knees and. Fuck your throat in earnest. Go on. More. [He presses in a third figure with a groan.]