wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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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