[Hurricane whines, as the tentacles keep going - gasps and groans, as one of those suckers catches drags against his prostate as it presses deeper. His hips flex as he tries to roll into it, but he's so thoroughly pinned in place that he can't manage even that. The only motion he can achieve is the slow twitch of his cock, as it leaks a new strand of precome that rolls slowly down the length of him]

[And then the tentacles settle, and they go still, and Hurricane chokes out another sob, tugging desperately at the bindings]

[Rye's barely done descirbing what he wants before Hurricane stutters back into speech again, breathless and urgent and flushed with humiliation]

Th-thank you. Thank you for - for letting me have this.

It's - it's real good. I'm so - f-full, but I gotta - I gotta have more, this ain't - this ain't enough. I can't take it if it's just - just still like this -