duplicitymemes | TDM #11

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TDM #11

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« « « DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is a mild 62 degrees.

» » » IT DOES NOT COUNT

It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « ONLY SLIPPED AWAY

Orientation this month is a little…different.

The usual orientation center suffered extensive damage in last month’s massive ice storm, and repairs are underway. Unfortunately, they won’t be ready in time to accommodate the newest batch of arrivals, so instead the city has relocated their operations and sent a skeleton crew to help staff it. This month’s orientation takes place in a vintage event space in an old neighborhood in the Up, the Dashing Gardens Event Center and Conference Hall.

The decor was fresh and new when the building was originally constructed, some ~~100 years~~ ago, but now the whole place gives off an old, run-down vibe that some might kindly call, “vintage.” Workshops take place in too-small rooms that might generously accommodate 10 people, if they squeeze tight. Choosing to embrace their surroundings, the orientation staff are handing out 1920s-Era party favors such as cheap sequined fans, garters, and hats. These items have no unusual effects and look quite chintzy, but will add a bit of sparkle to the event.

Not only are the facilities dated, but the planning leaves something to be desired. There is a general sense of chaos and disorganization. None of the staff seem to know what’s going on or where to find things, and attendees will be frequently misdirected into the wrong room or session. Some sessions are cancelled without warning, or turn out completely and bizarrely different from how they were described. Additionally, the orientation center was using Cordispondence’s proprietary software for their planning and accidentally sent out strongly-worded, obligatory summons to citizens who shouldn’t be there. It’s very unclear who is actually supposed to be here and who was invited by mistake.

Adding to the confusion is the fact that the building is a bit…strange. Hallways seem to warp locations, and doors lead to different places than expected. Attendees will find themselves alone in a room one moment and locked in with a stranger the next with no seeming way out. Citizens of Duplicity might realize it’s time to get creative ( and busy ) if they don’t want to starve.

The staff are less than helpful, and all complaints will be met with a heartfelt apology and a voucher for a free hour in the ball pit, located in the great room. If one can find it.

The orientation center staff managed to grab what they could from a storage closet before the center was closed for repairs, so the workshop rooms have a variety of items placed within them to help the newcomers get accustomed to their new roles. There are selections of bracelets and collars for doms and subs to try on, with native dom/sub pairs giving appropriate behavior demonstrations. Any LIErs willing to join in the display and practice on each other earn a gift certificate for one meal at one of any of the participating restaurants sponsoring the event.

Other tables contain sex toys, lube, and various edible products to help anyone who partakes get in the mood. There is a book table full of inspiring reads and helpful diagrams, with a much too chipper attendee who is eager to help anyone within range find their perfect kink.

If that’s not enough, try the punch. It’s sure to leave you feeling festive, Duplicity-style.

« « « EVERYTHING REMAINS

As the night melts into early morning, attendees will experience a physical crack and shift. For some, they’ll be brought to their knees or find themselves winded. Others will feel a tightness in their chest or the strange sensation of losing their breath. When it’s over, each person will now bear the physical characteristics of two other people: someone they care dearly for and someone that they do not. The combination of features or physical attributes will be unique; possibly the hair style and color of one but the eyes and nose of the other. What’s even more odd is that, now, desires belonging to the other people are transferred. Strong and overwhelming, satisfaction is a must.

« « « SPEAK OF ME

Other games found during orientation:

» Glory holes with tip buckets on the receiving side. Any kind of sex act will do, though the amount of beads someone gets for their time depends on how good they are, of course.

» Public sex. Like a righteous frat party, enjoy the rain of beads that comes with a good performance... or at least an entertaining one. Strip teases are included in this, catch an eye or three and try your hand at sex appeal.

» Contests of endurance. Try and outdo another, whether it's outlasting an orgasm or making the other come first, one-on-one or with pairs and more competing against others. The prize is always moderate, the largest sum given to winners and trickling down to the losers. Some even have honorable mentions if they’re generous.

« « « WAITING FOR YOU

(CW: potential dubcon, objectification)

By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from orientation sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes.

They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and, eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person?

These bots may appear throughout the orientation, some of them having escaped the display. Staff are attempting to round them up. If you’re willing to help out and provide a distraction for the bot, you could earn a half hour with the VR or a voucher for the ball pit!

« « « ALL IS WELL

While not as prominent as the booths handing out sex toys, there are plenty of pop-up fortunetelling booths scattered throughout orientation. These impromptu oracles provide a variety of divinations, including but not limited to tarot readings, tea leaves, and even reading roses. Ask about love, life, death, health, wealth, or whether or not to upgrade your insurance policies. Whatever you ask, though, you’ll find something curious - it may not be literal, and it may not be in the manner expected, but all fortunes somehow come true within the day.

« « « WE MEET AGAIN

A couple days after orientation, the citizens of Duplicity are abuzz with the revamp of the virtual sensation: dualcam.com It's available for free and accessible through any device connected to the city's network. Once the page is visited, most will notice very familiar faces. Was that your roommate? Your best friend? Your Dominant or Submissive? What you're seeing are all the participants of the L.I.E.S. program engaged in live shows of varying content—some sexual, some not. But it is all meant to be erotic in some capacity. Lives streams can be interacted with, and the higher the tip, the more provocative the requests might become. Some might even indulge in personal shows.

Whatever the content, the person on the screen is a perfect copy of the participant that's being portrayed but with one exception: their main negative trait of the individual is enhanced the longer the shows continue and their content of choice won't necessarily be a reflection of what they would actually indulge in.

The L.I.E.S. staff will not be helpful in any capacity if contacted about the site. There is, however, a way to shut the feed down. Find the location where the live feed is taking place. This will not be an easy task as the background of each live show is decorated but a clever person could ask the right questions. Stop it. Let it continue. The decision is up to the participant.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: All left handed characters are Dominants and all right handed characters are Submissives.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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Their game was hard on him too! He flushed when their hips finally met and he couldn't help groaning. Huaisang was gorgeous beneath him and he laughed at the initial answer, bending down to kiss his sweet lover silly.

"I am attached to it!" he grinned and raised Huaisang's head so their gazes could meet again, "I'm attached to you too. Who knew the Nies were hiding you?"

Xue Yang kissed him again - taking his time, tongue brushing at his lips before it slipped between them.

"I like it being attached to you!" Laughing happily, Huaisang hugged him close, moaning as Xue Yang's tongue slipped into his mouth. He arched a little beneath his lover's weight, grinding up against him. Caressing his tongue against Xue Yang's to welcome him, Huaisang moaned shamelessly into the kisses, cock throbbing. He sucked on Xue Yang's tongue with hungry little whimpers, eager to have his mouth filled.

"Me too!" Xue Yang curled around his lover, soaking in his warmth and the taste of his mouth. There was something a little sweet about Huaisang - like he had just eaten a few pieces of candy. He coaxed Huaisang's tongue into his mouth and returned the favor, sucking on it with a low, possessive growl.

The throb of their cocks trapped between them demanded attention, but he pinned his lover's arms down, ignoring them for now. How long could they go without needing to touch; to taste?

Huaisang moaned and whined as Xue Yang sucked on his tongue. Desperate for more, he arched up, trying to get more contact, trying to grind against Xue Yang's hips. He wanted to feel the hard length of him pressed against his skin until he could have him deep inside.

"I want you," Huaisang begged, whimpering as the kiss broke. "A-Yang, please. Please, fuck me, fill me. I'm so empty without you."

He flexed his arms, straining against Xue Yang's grip, and keened desperately for him.

Treats should be enjoyed to their full extent. Xue Yang helped Huaisang arch, his hands slipping under his back to hold him. The begging was his downfall and he grazed his teeth against his lover's lips, his cock twitching at the enchanting words.

"You're not empty." he coated them in oil, never taking a chance to tear or bruise unnecessarily, "But you do have room for me."

And that was all he cared about. Pressing the head of his arousal against Huaisang's entrance, he grinned down at him wildly.

Huaisang grinned as Xue Yang nudged against him, nodding eagerly. As his lover pressed inside, he moaned, lifting his hips into it to draw him deeper. His muscles were still relaxed, accepting Xue Yang easily, and Huaisang sighed with pleasure as he settled in to the hilt.

"Just kiss me a moment," he begged, feeling indulgent and wanting to enjoy being filled with his new lover.

He slid in like he belonged in that tight space. Sucking in a sharp breath, he stared at Huaisang in undisguised wonder. No, this wasn't something that could end - or should end.

"I'll kiss you for years, A-Sang." Xue Yang aligned their lips and quickly turned a tender kiss into one that was demanding. He needed someone who needed him back. He was tired of being so alone.

Moaning deeply into the kiss, Huaisang hugged him tightly, returning the kiss with fierce desperation. He knew loneliness. He'd lived inside it for most of his life. Being needed like this was a balm to him, and he was becoming more attached to Xue Yang by the second. He wasn't ever going to let go of him. His hips lifted, body moving eagerly beneath his lover as he sought more stimulation.

Xue Yang needed him like he needed his next breath. Every bit of his life - except for his brief time with Xingchen - had been utterly bereft of company. Or at least good company. Now he had Nie Huaisang - the most unlikely of lovers - and he knew that he understood.

This time, when he began to thrust, there was something tender about it and his kisses were softer, sweeter too. If Huaisang understood - truly - he could have the best of him. What was left of it, at least.

Huaisang whimpered happily as Xue Yang started to move inside of him. He cupped his hands around the sides of Xue Yang's head, keeping their foreheads close. Gazing up at him between kisses, Huaisang smiled softly, already infatuated with him. It was only a crush, but he knew that would deepen quickly if Xue Yang kept treating him like this. What they had, whatever this was forming between them, it was special. "A-Yang."

The whimper was answered with a long kiss. Xue Yang was attuned to Huaisang; he felt the way his body pulsed, how his breathing quickened and he knew that his deepest wish was to bring him more pleasure. It shocked him to acknowledge such a wish. Sure, he felt that way for Xingchen, but why was Huaisang so special too?

It was the loneliness. It was the understanding and the empathy. Nie Huaisang was a good man in his own right and Xue Yang realized that he would follow through on his word. He was someone reliable.

And damn sexy. That certainly helped.

He returned the smile and shifted his angle the slightest bit, aiming for Huaisang's prostate.

"I've got you." and not just tonight in bed.

Huaisang gasped at each thrust, sharp, bright little breaths as his hips strained up toward Xue Yang's body. His eyes never left Xue Yang's face, yearning for the sweetness he offered. His heart ached at the words, brow furrowing a little because he wanted so desperately to have a connection like this that meant something. He felt so safe, like Xue Yang would treat his heart as gently as one of Huaisang's birds, cradling it in careful fingers.

"A-Yang," he murmured, voice cracking from the depth of his emotions.

He pulled Xue Yang down into a kiss, claiming his mouth with hungry desperation because his heart couldn't bear any more emotion. He needed to focus on the physical before he broke his own heart on the yearning.

The sound of his name struck his heart and he wasn't sure what to make of it. There was something new and tantalizing between them and Xue Yang wasn't a man to second guess or pull away. When he was given something sweet, something extraordinary, he enjoyed every last bit of it until there was nothing left. So he buried himself deeply in Huaisang, his hips rolling in smooth, entrancing motions, the muscles of his abdomen tensed.

"SangSang, you feel so good..." he breathed before melting into the kiss, reaching for one of Huaisang's hands in order to entwine their fingers.

Huaisang gripped his hand tight, desperate for him. Xue Yang's desperation matched his own, both of them needing so much to be desired and to have someone to fixate their desire upon. He moaned into the kiss, feral with need, as Xue Yang plunged into him again and again.

"Ah!" he arched as pleasure rippled through him, muscles tensing as he chased the feeling, and then his body bucked, strong fingers clenching tightly to Xue Yang's hand as he came around him. "A-Yang!"

Xue Yang needed to be needed, frankly. He longed for someone who wouldn't discard him or use him for their own purposes. Huaisang saw him - beyond the murderer and criminal. There was a loneliness about both of them that drew them together and Xue Yang wanted to give the other man what he desired. This wasn't about being selfish or getting rid of an itch.

He saw his lover through his orgasm, pounding into him to draw out the sensations. Yet he couldn't last forever. Huaisang was too entrancing, calling out his name and holding onto him as if he mattered. He came inside of the other man, spilling his seed with a loud moan. Shakily, he bent forward and brought their lips together for a tender kiss.

Huaisang's cries became sharper and louder as Xue Yang fucks him through the orgasm, waves of intensity rising until they crest and he dissolves into moaning whimpers. Dazed once Xue Yang finishes, Huaisang returns the kiss with soft, sleepy yearning, broken by a couple of soft gasps as waves of aftershocks roll through him like lighter, delayed orgasms. "A-Yang," he murmurs, blissful with pleasure.

He was breathing heavily, trembling when the high of his climax began to taper off. Huaisang made the most beautiful sounds and he couldn't stop kissing him, amazed at the intensity of emotions - and pleasure - that existed between them. What did this mean? How could they put an end to this?

"I'm here." Xue Yang pulled free and laid at Huaisang's side, his heart racing, "I'm here, A-Sang."

Sighing contentedly, Huaisang reached for him, nestling close into Xue Yang's arms. He kept his legs tightly together so that the seed wouldn't slip out, tugging at Xue Yang to get him as close as possible. "Xue Yang," he murmured, soft and sweet. He loved how the name felt on his tongue. "Nap now. More sex later."

He had no problem nuzzling against Huaisang, his arms and legs ensuring the man couldn't move too far from him. It took a moment for him to notice how Huaisang was holding onto his seed and he kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose.

"I'll give you all of the sex you want later." he smiled sleepily.

"Mhm," Huaisang relied, smiling happily at the promise. "I know you will. You'll keep me very satisfied." He pressed a couple of soft kisses to the side of Xue Yang's throat, dozing off quickly in the warmth of his lover's arms.

In their cocoon of warmth and satisfaction, Xue Yang fell asleep too. But his dreams rarely gave him peace. He woke suddenly, sucking in a sharp breath after dreaming of the day he lost Xingchen. There was a cold sweat on his skin and he trembled, looking around in confusion.

Startled awake, Huaisang whimpered softly, nuzzling at his lover. "Xue Yang," he murmured, feeling a little bit nervous at how Xue Yang was trembling. A part of him was still scared of all the unknown variables and dangers that Xue Yang presented, and he knew it was possible that his lover might lash out instinctively at him.

The nuzzling was unexpected and then he heard his name. Immediately he curled into the warmth of Huaisang's body, embracing him with a small sob. His memory finally caught up with him and he licked his lips, wiping at his cheeks.

"Huaisang..."

He was with him; he wasn't alone.

Soothed when Xue Yang cuddled close to him, saying his name, Huaisang relaxed and hugged tight in return. Xue Yang knew him. He was safe. His lover's emotional state was a surprise, but Huaisang had already learned that Xue Yang was in desperate need of affection and comfort. It worked out well that they were both affectionate and starved for it. "I'm here," he murmured, kissing Xue Yang's hands and then his cheeks. "My A-Yang."

The comfort chased his agony to a distant corner of his mind. He was in bed with Huaisang, not wearing a stitch and they had spent the night having mind-blowing sex. Why must the past haunt him and ruin this - albeit surprising - happiness? He flushed under the kisses, feeling like he had been laid completely bare.

"...sorry. It was a bad dream." he shuddered, "Did I scare you?"

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