duplicitymemes | TDM #22

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TDM #22

« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »

« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

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.

Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down.

» » » ALL ABOARD

After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. 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.

« « « WINTER WONDERLAND

As a particularly heavy snowstorm blows across the city, Duplicity finds itself blanketed in white. The morning after the storm, many citizens seem to be in a particularly mischievous mood and snowballs are a common sight flying through the air. A projectile meant for someone else may hit you square in the face if you're not careful — and then it's on. Joining these impromptu snow battles is encouraged, no matter a person's designation, and even Submissives teaming up to pelt unsuspecting Dominants with snowballs is generally taken in the spirit of good fun. Not everyone is throwing snow, of course — some are rolling much larger balls and shaping them into lewd snow figures.

Those feeling chilled after playing in the snow may experience the urge to warm up with someone else, skin to skin. Whether they're a stranger or a familiar face, holding hands, kissing, or getting down and dirty with the nearest willing partner is invigorating. It might even be the only way to really feel warm again.

« « « DUBIOUS DELIVERIES

(cw: aphro, humiliation kink)

Want to make some quick cash? After exiting the train in the Down, there seems to be a questionable character hanging about the station. Dressed in a trenchcoat and looking more like a flasher than the businessman he claims to be, this shady recruiter offers easy money in exchange for a simple delivery. Just take a package and drop it off at the address on the label. Really, that's it! Stop asking questions.

Should characters decide to open the package themselves instead, they'll discover one of the following: glitter — so much glitter, lube (appears normal, but actually contains hot pepper and will cause more than a mild tingling sensation if used anywhere sensitive), a package of flavored condoms mysteriously labeled "every flavor" (none of them taste good), candy or perfume containing an aphrodisiac that, in addition to the usual libido-boosting effect, will also cause an intense craving for humiliation.

It seems to be one of those services that allows one to send anonymous prank gifts, and they're hiding behind LIERs as couriers. There's no return address or company information on or inside the package, except for a card marked Encoded Sin Corp — which does not seem to be a real company if the name is searched.

Whether characters end up delivering the package — maybe even to a fellow LIER — or get into some trouble along the way, someone is getting a nasty surprise.

« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE

(cw: aphro, dubcon, excessive fluids, exhibitionism, public use)

A small winter market has been set up along one of the major streets in the Up with stalls selling a variety of goods ranging from knitted hats and scarves, soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry, artwork and assorted crafts to hand-dyed bondage rope and kinky leather accessories. Food and drink stands are plentiful as well. Strings of lights crisscross the street between the roofs of the shops, providing a cheerful glow, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold.

Some of the most popular treats being sold are hot chocolate, eggnog, marshmallow snowmen, and sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes. Of course, their popularity may have something to do with the effects they produce when consumed.

• The hot chocolate simply gets one all hot and bothered.
• The eggnog may cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above.
• The marshmallow snowmen will make those who eat them want to invite others to use them as they please, desiring nothing more than to be molded into the perfect fucktoy.
• The sugar cookies seem to induce all sorts of different cravings — after all, no two snowflakes are alike!

These effects tend to last at least an hour and may, in some cases, last up to a full day.

One of the jewelry shops sells an unusual selection of compass pendants and bracelets. The compass arrows spin round and round lazily while the pieces are on display. Once worn, however, that changes. The arrow will settle on a direction, but instead of pointing north it will lead directly to another person. Perhaps you should speak to them? You may even begin to feel magnetically drawn to them yourself… In the event that two people have compasses that point them at each other, the attraction will be even stronger — nearly impossible to deny.

There is another shop which sells intricately designed pocket watches and small clocks. When these timepieces are stared at for an extended length of time or picked up and handled, characters will feel a brief but strong connection to their past and experience a vivid flashback to some moment that was, in whatever way, meaningful for them. After reliving the memory, they will feel compelled to speak about it to whoever is nearby.

« « « 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:

If your character likes it hot, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the cold, they are a Submissive.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

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

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How's he meant to judge what's a lot and what isn't? Isra doesn't mind either way, so long as it makes Dorian happy when he sucks and occasionally pulls off, just far enough that he can bend in and lick him from root to tip.

He squirms in place, just a little, somewhat bemused by his own arousal. (Still novel! After more than a decade of impotence, this is neat.)

That squirming doesn't go without notice and even if Dorian continues to groan and sigh heavily with pleasure, he's still got his eyes open, watching those lips wrap around his shaft, cheeks hollowing as his length is sucked and admiring the lap of tongue cradling the underside of his cock from base to tip. Dorian doesn't call the man out on it, figures if it's something that becomes an issue or distracts from the other man's task, then he'll say something.

"For the basics, you're quite skilled, but did you forget what I wanted initially?" He doesn't recall asking for a hummer in the café and his tone is just as much amused as it is thick with arousal.

Oh, right, there was something else he was meant to be doing. Isra leans back, with a faint pop, and he leans back. "Skin to skin."

He pulls his shirt off and there are similar metal sigils running over and through the left side of his chest. There are wide swaths of scarring, and some places that have been so damaged that they've been replaced with something that looks like living metal.

"Enough skin? Or do I take the rest off?"

It's rather amusing, being that he's bare from the waist down and Isra, knowing and saying 'skin to skin', proceeds to remove his shirt. Dorian leans back, smiling, taking in those marks and scars. He's never seen anything like it and while he's tempted to reach out and touch, he'll hopefully have the full length of this man against him well enough to satisfy that urge.

"I fail to see how we might be skin to skin when you've removed attire opposite to my own."

In that case, he stands and strips down completely - there are more metal sigils that cover his thigh and the smooth, living silver spills over his hip and down on his cock. There are bits of ink, old tattoos, that have been lost under scarring and silver.

He doesn't fall back to his knees, but walks towards Dorian and rests one hand on his shoulder. "Better?"

"Much better, yes," he answers, in awe of all the markings, metallic lines, scarring, and faded tattoos. The hand on his shoulder is welcome, and Dorian plucks at the buttons of his shirt to open it and reveal an expanse of dark, unmarked skin.

"And if I recall, I believe I requested pressure. So why don't you pin me against something and feel just how hard you've made me?"

Where would be suitable? They're in a snug, and it's fairly easy for Isra to maneuver Dorian off a stool and onto the bench. It's better for them both that way - the back of the booth to lean against, and a sturdy surface so that he can straddle Dorian's lap.

He lets his hands run over his chest, thumbing over his nipples before pushing him backwards and rolling his hips.

Dorian is off of the stool and onto the bench with little issue, sitting wide to give the man room. The touch to his chest is unexpected, but appreciated, drawing a groan from the mage that melts into a sigh at the weight and pressure the roll of those hips provide.

And then, Isra's own prick perks up and begins to fill out. It's enough to startle a huffed laugh out of him as he looks down between their bodies and moves to straddle Dorian's thigh. (He'd like the bit of a stretch in his flexors trying to keep the other man contained, but this is worth a bit of adjustment.)

"Would you look at that..."

“Looks to me like I’m not the only one enjoying this,” Dorian comments with a smirk. “Is that unusual for you?” Since he’s fairly certain the laugh wasn’t about the bare grind of their bodies together.

"Hasn't worked in years." His breathing goes a little unsteady as he moves to hold on to Dorian's shoulder, one thumb brushing over the column of his neck. "Said on arrival that it'd be fixed, but c'mon..."

“This must be special for you then,” Dorian doesn’t know if he should feel proud for the man or guilty that he’s possibly taking the place of someone who might have been more deserving. The fact that Isra isn’t pulling away because of it ultimately makes the mage very pleased.

“Could celebrate by seeing how well it functions?”

"Let's see if confetti comes out." What? That's an entirely plausible and suitably festive option. He holds back a whine before licking his palm and moving to hold their two pricks together. Dorian's been leaking enough that there's a good bit of wetness between them to help along the way.

A breathless sort of laugh leaves the mage and he quickly loses interest and concern for the novelty of this man’s arousal.

“Yes,“ Dorian groans at the feel of that hand sliding over them, aided by his leaking cock.

As he jerks them both off, Isra is able to press their bodies together, sliding skin against skin (and metal). He likes and needs Dorian's commentary - it's vital that he keeps doing and being exactly what the other man would like.

Dorian presses his face into the crook of Isra’s neck, enjoying the pressure against him and the almost sticky feel of the man’s hand over them.

“I’m getting close, don’t stop,” he warns, eyes rolling back.

Stop? He wouldn't dream of it. If he'd been asked to, he probably could, but with even a little encouragement, he redoubles his efforts. This close Dorian can hear all the soft ah, ah, ah! sounds he makes as they each get closer.

"Please, please, Dorian, c'mon me. I want you to feel good, so good. I can't until you do and I gotta."

Open-mouthed kisses are peppered along the side of Isra’s throat, a hint of teeth here, a bit of suction there. Dorian only briefly muffles his cries and at the increased intensity of sensation from the other man, the mage grows even louder in the midst of his orgasm.

Cum gushes from him before the panted moans spill from his lips.

Isra works him through his orgasm and the resulting flood of come that spatters both their bodies and makes it easier and slicker for him to jerk himself off. Desperate to be just what Dorian would like, he won't (can't?) come until he's been told to.

"S'good, you're so lovely. Really damn hot, Dorian."

Dorian is a bit too dazed to respond immediately, or even realize that Isra hasn't come yet. The added moisture from his cum coupled with the continued stroking of their lengths together brings some clarity.

"Hot enough for you to come?" It wouldn't surprise the mage if the man was either incredibly sensitive or hard to get off after having not had an erection in years.

"Think so, boss. I think so." He hides his face against Dorian's neck and there's a shudder that runs through his body. Not much, but he's still readjusting to what this new sort of orgasm feels like.

Give him time.

And a few more chances to get off.

He'll get the hang of this.

The moment Isra's face is hidden against his neck, Dorian is pressing his mouth against the side of the man's head, kissing his hair and ruffling it with his breath. It's not as intimate as coming inside of him, but the mage is more than familiar with the full-body quiver of an orgasm.

"Very good, don't hold back." He praises and encourages, peppering more kisses to Isra's head and running his fingers up and down the man's back.

Along his back, Dorian ought to be able to feel more of the embedded metal, along with what might be some manner of port. (Assuming their comms need plugging in to recharge, it ought to be familiar to him.)

Another quiet gasp and shudder, a choked off sound, and then he's still. Isra is very much blissed out and perfectly content.

Dorian's fingers don't linger or explore, not when the touch is meant to be soothing, but they do pass slower over the bits that clearly don't feel like skin. Honestly, he's not sure how sensitive it all is, but he's mindful of Isra's reactions.

"How was it, hm? I'm certain it's not the best you've ever had, but I've no intention of breaking you back into something you've not experienced in a matter of years. But-," he turns his face closer to whisper, words soft and wafting into the other man's ear. "-do let me know if you'd like me to break you in."

Was that a whimper? Definitely. Probably.

"S'perfect." Another nuzzle as he mumbles against Dorian's neck, pressing a couple of kisses there. "And I'd like that. Being broken in. I mean."

They might need a shower first, but it all sounds just perfect to him. In the moment, anything Dorian suggests sounds ideal; fortunately for them both, it's a sentiment that Isra is likely to agree with in the future as well.

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