[The tentacles tighten around his arms, komodo dragon strength still applicable in the dream, and he pulls his arms out to both sides fully. To take away any real leverage to accidentally hurt himself. The ones around his legs pull them apart now, since they don't need to be closed to fuck his thighs anymore, instead spreading them as wide as Hurricane's flexible body can stand, and limit his ability to move further, with him suspended in the air, spread out, a few mire around his torso for stability.]

[He finishes off his water, this time slow and careful, cock twitching with renew interest and the aphrodisiac in his system. Though it diesn't need to do much when Hurricane is so wrecked and desperate and absolutely hot in this state. When his voice is a mess, evidence of its treatment.]

Hmm, I'm curious, pet, how desperate you are. [And then, perhaps even more agonizingly, the tentacles leave Hurricane's cock and nipples, leaving the only form of contact being where his body is being held up.]

You're such a good fucktoy, you know. [And then he turns Hurrucane around to see their audience.] People just have to see you being used to be effected by you. [And they are. While picking out faces is hard, there are a large number of people watching their bed. All in various states of dress, some touching themselves, others using toys, many taking pictures and recording as they do so. Some are even having sex with a partner, all while watching the show.]

[Rye moves up, a hand over Hurricane's mouth, to silence him a moment, nuzzling his neck.] Drink the water. Nothing you say counts until you do. After that, I want you to beg, tell our audience all the ways you want to be fucked and used and pleasured. And I'll do all I can manage. Can't make you cum until your cock is ready, but I can use your body in all the ways you want.

Now, drink up, pet. [Purepred in his ear, holding up the water to his lips.]