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[The needy little mewls don't subside when Rye finishes and the tentacles begin to pull out; if anything, they grow more insistent. The need to be filled slams into him like a freight train, washing over him with wave after wave of heat, the aphrodisiacs and the pheromones combining to make the need into a fever pitch. It's an unbearable itch inside him, and he has no way to sate it]

[If anything, it's worse now that he knows how it can be - to have had so much and then had it taken away. All that's left is the suction of the tentacles on his nipples and his cock, and he sucks in a shaking breath and sobs it out, desperate for more]

Please - please -

[His voice is an utter wreck from the tentacle that was throatfucking him so deeply, hoarse and ragged and unsteady]

Don't stop. Don't stop, I g-gotta have more. F-fuck me, fill me up, even if - even if I can't take it anymore. Even if I pass out, god, please, keep going now, I need it so bad -

[He doesn't make a move to drink the water, yet - is too busy struggling against the tentacles holding him, desperate to take his own cock in hand]

Edited 2021-10-20 23:46 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2021-10-21 00:25 (UTC)

[His legs spread quite wide indeed; he really is quite flexible, and despite how wound up he is, he flushes darker at being so put on display. Then the tentacles are letting go of him, and that relentless pressure, the not-enough suction that was all he had, is taken away, and suddenly he can't think of anything else]

Don't -

[There's soemthing jagged in the tone, the very knife's edge of desperation; he yanks hard against the tentacles holding him, fighting with all his strength but unable to squirm so much as an inch]

Please, put - put them back. Put them back! T-touch me, fuck me, f-fill me up -

[He's mid-sentence, when Rye turns him to face the audience, and the moment he remembers that they have an audience is plain. He flushes a remarkale shade of red, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest - falls silent, when Rye covers his mouth, physically blocked for a moment from fulfilling the demands of the truth potion. The sudden wave of humiliation washes over him like a tidal wave, and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to turn away, but not before he gets a good look at what they're doing. Not before he can take in those restlessly rubbing hands and tantalizing toys and the ones rocking their hips together, enjoying what he's being denied]

[A sob catches in his throat; his cock, on full display, is so hard it curves up toward his stomach, red and straining and slick with precome. It twitches in the open air - bobs, untouched, as Rye lays out what he expects to happen]

[Hurricane makes a tortured sound, half muffled by the plam pressed against his lips - squirms, as best he's able, which isn't at all. By the time Rye offers him the bottle of water again, tears have spilled over to run down his cheeks, and he leans in to gulp at the water so fast it's likely to choke him]

[Rye is careful with the water. As soon as it seems like Hurricane is amount to choke, he pulls the water away, hand rubbing along his throat to help him swallow before he holds up the water again.] Drink every drop pet. Best to keep hydrated. And it'll help your throat. You swalliwed that cock so good and deep, drank down all that cum like a lovely little fucktoy, but its important to recover.

Hmm, and the audience is going to town. So many people are fucking their hands, the fingers working people open. People are literally fucking each other and all they can look at us you. Gods, you got them so hot, Hurricane. This whole area is going to be a mess and it'll be all because of you. They're going to cum over and over just watching you work to your own orgasm.

[He kisses along his neck and cheek, nuzzling just under his ear with affectio n between drinks of water.] And as much as I'm sure they want you, want to use your wonderful body for themselves, want to fuck you senseless, I won't let them. Because your my pet tonight and I'm the only one to get to fuck you right now.

[Hurricane whines when Rye pulls the water away - can't help but stutter into desperate words, prompted by the truth potion, as soon as it's away from his mouth]

Please - god, I need something. I need a-anything -

[Then the water is back, and he takes another few frantic sips before it's drawn away again]

T-touch me, god, I'm - I'm burning up. It's so good, I can't - nn, that's - don't - don't listen to that, it's d-driving me crazy -

[He whimpers softly at the description of what the crowd is doing - the way Rye lays out for him every way they're enjoying themselves, and each other. His eyes are still squeezed shut so that he doesn't have to see, but he can hear it: the soft wet schlick of bodies coming together, the insistent pull of a hand on someone cock, the gratified moan of a person getting exactly what they want]

[His own cock bobs in the air, desperate and straining; a new dollop of precome squeezes out, trickling slowly down the length of him, and Hurriane squirms almost frantically in the hold of the tentacles, as though the promise of being fucked without any of the contact is unbearable]

[Its always a sight, seeing Hurricane lose it. The red of his blush, how it makes his freckles stand out, the way his expression shows utter want, the shine of his eyes when they're open. The way his body writhes, every muscle and tendon straining for more, how his cock arches up and shines with pre that slips out. Its a beautiful sight.]

[Rye watches the last of the water drain away and he drops the bottle. His hand moves over his mouth, tilting his head so he can kiss and nibble along the length of it.] You. Are so gorgeous. Gods, I love taking you apart. Already got me hard. [He shifts his hips forward, just enough so his erect cock brushes his lower back before his shifts back.]

And you want so much. [His other hand moves down, a finger tracing slooooowly up the length of his cock, before swirling around the tip, wiping away the pre.] Now I'm going to let you talk.

[He pulls his hand away from his cock. And brings it back to start pumping his own cock with a soft sigh, pace slow.] And you're going to say every dirty thing in your mind. You're going to tell our audience how my fucktoy wants to be used. If you don't, I'll just fuck my hand, an inch from your ass, instead of fucking you. [And then he releases his mouth.]

[Hurricane makes a strangled sort of noise, when he feels the hard length of Rye's erection pressed against him and then pulled away again. He outright sobs when Rye's finger traces slowly up the length of his cock, the contact not enough to do anything more than highlight what he needs]

[Tears spill down his cheeks, and he starts to struggle in earnest as Rye reaches the tip and teases him there, too. Then even that little bit gets taken away, and he makes a muffled sort of wail, behind the barrier of Rye's hand]

[Hurricane can't seem to tear his eyes from the sight of Rye's hand as he slowly jerks himself off; his own cock twitches hard in sympathetic want, leaking more precome to replace what's been wiped away. Already the aphrodisiac in the water is beginning to take effect, the heat layering on top of the need from the previous aphrodisiac and the pheromones, and he squirms in the hold of the tentacles, desperate]

[As soon as Rye takes the hand away from his mouth, he's begging, the words coming so fast it's hard to make them all out:]

Fuck me, jesus, please, I need - I need something in me. I'm gonna g-go crazy, just - please, fuck me, put something in, I'm so empty, I can't stand it, Rye please -

[Rye breathes in sharply at Hurricane's desperation, and he can probably feel the faint shiver that goes through the tentacles as want races through him. His hand is still idly stroking his own cock, thumb running over pre startimg to form with a moan.]

Hmm, keep talking, Hurricane. If you try to be silent, I stop. The only time I want you to stop talking is when words fail so hard it can only be moans, or I decide to fuck your lovely throat again. But....you told the audience something you wanted. Should I give it to him?

[The question is to the audience and....well, luckily for Hurricane, the answer is an extremely enthused yes. Voices jeering to fuck him, fill him with tentacles.] You should thank them Hurricane. They're so kind to you.

But first....see what they granted you. Eyes open, pet. [His free hand goes to his hair, angling his head to look down at his widely spread legs. Tentacles move forward, two coiling together, about the same size of what had been in him previously. Then a third one joins, one with suckers, making for a wider, ribbed girth to rub and catch on his inner walls. It presses to his hole then, slowly pushing in to allow him time to adjust to being even fuller.]

[Hurricane's cheeks are flushed dark, as Rye addresses the audience - as they decide his fate. He flushes darker still as he realizes that they didn't have to agree; they could have left him empty and wanting, and even as gratitude crashes over him that they didn't, his cock twitches, hard, leaking a new strand of precome at the thought that they might just as easily have said no]

[Then Rye is bending him over to see the tentacles that are meant to go inside him, and he whimpers softly, watching as a third one twines around the other two. They look impossibly thick - impossibly good, even though he's not sure he can take all of that at once - and his cock throbs with want, more precome spilling to run down the slick length of it]

[Hurricane squirms and whines, as he feels the new tentacles beginning to press in; his breath catches, and he pulls hard against the tentacles binding him, trying to bear down, to press them in faster. He needs so badly he can taste it, the aphrodisiac racheting that itch inside him to unbearable heights, and he can't move even an inch to help assuage it]

Please don't stop - keep - keep going, I need - I need it in me, h-hurry up.

It's so - it's so good when you make me wait for it - nnh, that ain't - d-don't listen to that, please, jesus, I need more now - f-fill me up, I'm so empty -

Edited 2021-10-25 19:28 (UTC)

Oh, don't worry. I will make you wait. [Jis voice is a bit breathless, because he feels it. Feels how tight Hurricane is around the tentacles that are slowly pushing into him, forcing his body to take more. The pace is slow, but the tentacles are slick and he is patient. Pushing in inch by inch, to fill him as much as he can before going still.]

See, you get what the auduence grants you. You have to beg and plead from them for all the ways your body is going to be used. And then I'll give you that. But every. Single. One. Is going to be still. I'll use my toy as...what's the word....ah, cock warmer as I fuck my hand.

Until you thank the audience for all they grant you. May even make it a rule you have to watch them. See them as they play amomgst themselves while watching you. I want you to know, pet, just how much they want to see you driven mad with pleasure. How hot they think you are. [Another light smatteting of kisses along his neck.]

[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 -

Edited 2021-10-26 22:01 (UTC)

[There is the barest shuft of the tentacle insude him, letting rudges rub against hus inside, as a sucker aligns to his prostate as gratitude spills across his lips. Then, just barely, they start to suck along his inner walls and over that bundle of nerves.]

[He whispers in his ear.] Remember how hard they sucked your nipples and cock? I wonder how it'd feel on that spot.

So, everyone. [Louder now.] Should I start using my pet how he wants and fuck him?

[There is a murmuring before the clearest answer if 'no.' He can clearly take more and until he's really ready to be used, the show should build up more.]

Hmm, hear that, pet? It looks like they know you. Know even being stuffed full of tentacles isn't enough to satisfy this perfect fucktoy of a body. [Purred in his ear, hands trailing up his side.]

So tell them.

Beg them for more ways you want your body to be fucked and used.

[Rye can tell exactly when he finds the right spot]

[Hurricane goes suddenly very still; his eyes go wide, and his mouth falls open, and he groans like he's dying. Standing straight and stiff out in front of him, his cock give a hard twitch, a new stream of precome dripping down to damp the comforter beneath him]

[He shudders, hard - tries to rock back into it, to get it to give him more, or faster, or anything - but it's still maddeningly still inside of him, except the too-soft motion of the suckers, and he's unable to rock his hips to get any friction at all]

[He whimpers when the crowd says no; his cock, untouched, twitches hard again, red and leaking]

I - I wanna get railed. Please - please - I want it so bad I can taste it.

I want him to - to fuck me, hard as he can. I can't wait - the waiting's so good. N-no, that ain't - the waiting's driving me crazy - tell him to move, god, please -

Edited 2021-10-27 22:48 (UTC)

Dreamers After Dark (VII)

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