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TDM #22
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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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 (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. |
 (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. |
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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Every grind and harsh, frictional reminder of his own erection is excruciating for him, but not unpleasantly, rather more like a deep, throbbing ache; the pounding of one's pulse beneath a dark and tender bruise, sensitive to the touch while being also basely satisfying to press down upon.
He tries to catch his breath, panting in slow, heavy, silent huffs, frozen beneath Cheol-gang for lack of knowing what to say, how to answer, maybe not even being capable of either were he to actually try. ]
Sir, truly, I... I can assure you I've no intentions of being a threat to you, as you say. [ Certainly not right now, not like this. ] I meant you no disrespect.
cw sexually fantasizing about murder? kind of?
Of course you're not. You're— A sailor. No combat training. Unarmed.
[ And vulnerable. So vulnerable and fragile beneath him, able to be snuffed out in an instant if he wants to. Irving knows that, has surrendered his safety to a man he knows has killed before. Hell, he couldn't even get up right now if he wanted to—he's not strong enough to push back against the amount of partial force Cheol-gang is exerting to keep his shoulders against the carpet. Even if he wasn't handcuffed.
It's an incredibly erotic line of thought, and a dangerous one, if he wants to last much longer. Irving doesn't like actually coming, or at least seems to find more bizarre gratification from not finishing, but he likes him enough to at least give him a 'run for his money', to quote one of at least one hundred idioms he's learned over the past week. ]
You wouldn't be— able to kill me. Men like you don't kill. You'd be in the army if you could kill. [ A shuddering breath; an unplanned admission: ] I prefer that. Seeing you like this. Knowing that you're— different— from some worthless grunt. You think.
idk what to warn for... same shit. freak behavior
(Obviously there's nothing Irving can do right now about the erection he already has, but Cheol-gang also isn't wrong: Irving really does prefer not to come, but that doesn't mean his body won't still respond in the ways all men's bodies do.)
The irony is he actually does have his shot gun here, it came in with him upon arrival, but of course he doesn't have it with him now. It isn't the sort of thing one just carries around with them while on land amongst civilians. Not like the small, handheld pistol Cheol-gang has pointed on him.
Irving bites his lip, closes his eyes, face darkening with color while he attempts to process whether he's just been praised or insulted. Probably both at once: army and marines always seem to look down on navy men as weak, effete, ineffectual, particularly ones who sail on unarmed ships like Irving has, and the truth is they're not entirely wrong; Irving never has killed anyone, let alone purposefully, with a weapon.
But he does think. That much is also true. His time in the navy may not have offered up many opportunities to really show off his capacity for logic and strategy, but this man has still noticed, even for only knowing Irving a short time. ]
Yes, sir. [ He gulps, bringing his gaze back toward Cheol-gang above him. ] After all, we need not be enemies. Perhaps I could even be of... some use, to you.
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But if he wants to be genuinely useful—
He swallows, taking a moment to get up the breath to answer. ]
And how is that? [ Another shuddering exhalation. As if correcting himself, he belatedly tacks on: ] Lieutenant.
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Irving also knows that's a notion much easier said or thought than done, that not even the men of Terror and Erebus could seem to manage pulling themselves together despite all being a part of the same expedition party, but-- well, that was then, and this is now.
Though even this seems still too "big picture" for right now, right this very moment. ]
Back on the train, you asked me-- [ He hesitates; clears his throat. ] You asked about the quota, sir. I thought we might start with that.
[ Irving also finds himself feeling surprisingly... decisive, earnest, not second-guessing his words at all. Not because he's any more comfortable with the entire notion of "quota" -- or anything else Duplicity has imposed upon him in even the very short amount of time he's been here -- than he'd been when he'd first arrived, but--
Because under the circumstances, offering himself to those who require the help does, ironically, feel like the more Christian thing to do:
"Instead of each person watching out for their own good, watch out for what is better for others." Philippians 2:4.
(Or is it just that this city has already addled his brain so severely that such a thought could even cross his mind?)
He looks at Cheol-gang, sweating at the forehead and palms while he waits, braced, for any sign of acknowledgement, good or bad. ]
I-if... you'd like, that is. If it would be helpful.
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Though there's also the question of what Irving may eventually expect in return for this. He's smart, though he doesn't seem particularly capable of the planning that goes into arranging these sorts of favors and connections long before they're needed, nor does he seem like he'd do that sort of thing to Cheol-gang specifically—but there is no free lunch. This is something that he would do, were he willing to whore himself out for the sake of power (one of the few things he didn't do to get where he was back home, though he certainly could have). Irving seems to be the type to offer such things after some genuine notion of kindness, though it's not at all lost on him that he's enjoying himself, that this is a mutually rewarding interaction from the outset.
That may be enough, for a man like that. And if he's uncontracted, that may be a motivating factor, too—though, really, Cheol-gang wouldn't mind being in a contract with Irving, either. He's the only person he feels anything more than indifference toward in this place. ]
I don't need your help. [ A pause; Cheol-gang uses his knees to raise himself just enough to break contact for a moment despite the base urge to do anything but that. ] If you would like to, I wouldn't mind making this a regular event, as a favor to you. If that's what you're insinuating.
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For now though, Irving's mind is more preoccupied with the more immediate, their situation at hand, which is the main reason the two of them came up here together in the first place: quota.
Quota that Irving is technically already covered for this month; which he still isn't sure why he lied about when asked. It very much isn't that he assumes Cheol-gang should need his help to meet it, more than it simply seems the most apparent solution for their mutual problem of very prominent, distracting arousal. ]
I-- we... y-yes. [ Irving still can't really move, though he raises his head slightly, mostly in acknowledgement. ] Such an arrangement would likely be of... o-of great benefit to the both of us.
[ Not all three times per month, necessarily, although also not not that; any kind of steady month-to-month commitment would still grant them both a certain level of stability all the same, since for his own part, Irving doesn't remotely have the sort of confidence with which to assume he'll be able to find three different people for three discrete encounters every month.
His gaze drops briefly downward, toward where their still-clothed erections remain very nearly touching. ]
I could use my mouth, if you prefer.
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I don't.
[ He bears down harder on Irving's shoulders, a sudden shove in addition to the ongoing pressure that's been keeping him pinned down from the beginning, maintaining the lack of contact between them, at least where it really, really matters right now. He has a vested interest in making this last, and he can already feel dampness where the head of his cock continues to strain against his standard-issue boxers. ]
If you want to blow officers, Lieutenant, you should be getting on your knees for one who can promote you.
[ A mental image that makes him shudder, just barely, a tiny hitch in his breath at the end of that sentence. ]
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So why had he? Why have his hormones been so utterly and impossibly unpredictable since he's been in Duplicity?
He murmurs quickly, quietly, practically gasping the words out: ]
P-please forget I spoke at all.
[ If you want to blow officers, Lieutenant, you should be getting on your knees for one who can promote you.
The taunt makes him squirm slightly in place, his body tense with shame, face so full of heat and color it's practically glowing. It should horrify and appall him, not arouse him even more, to hear implications like that be made of him, yet--
A whine builds low in his throat, soft like a breath but drawn out like a moan, his body shivering slightly under the newly added thrust of weight suddenly borne down upon him. There is pain, discomfort, and not insignificantly so, either, but as before there's something grotesquely pleasing about the sensation, something earned, deserved. ]
It was... indecent of me. Profane. You would be quite right to punish me thusly for it, sir.
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I would be. I will. That kind of behavior from a commissioned officer. Do you think you're in a whorehouse, Lieutenant? [ From behind gritted teeth: ] Remember your goddamn place or I'll show you. [ Beat. Then: ]
I'm not going to let you finish after this. Surely you know that.
[ He doesn't want to, of course. For... reasons Cheol-gang still can't wrap his mind around, starting with the lingering physical discomfort alone— ]
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[ Nearly whispered, though audible still, punctuated with an uneasy gulp, Irving nods to echo and emphasize his words, eyes clamped shut against shame. As much as there is undoubtedly an erotic component to it now, perhaps even for the both of them, he has to pace himself lest he become completely overwhelmed by it, incapacitated by it.
This, though, is less genuine humiliation -- not that Irving isn't humiliated -- than it is corrective discipline, the way a man punishes his dog for inappropriate behavior, which seems exactly the sort of treatment befitting Irving's insolence.
He swallows slowly again, nods again, sweat beading along his flushed face before his eyes open again, wide and eager. ]
That's only the least of what I deserve, I'm sure.
cw very light breathplay/strangulation tease(?)
He hears himself inhale rather sharply as he returns to grinding against him, carefully pacing himself, equally mindful of his hand's position as he continues to maintain touch but not pressure. The sound itself feels alien, something he didn't realize he was capable of. Lot of that today. ]
I bet you'd— you'd probably get off on that too, wouldn't you—
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There's little doubt this man could do it, too. Irving's not a particularly strong or sturdy man, wasn't even when he'd been at the peak of health, whereas Cheol-gang radiates power in every word, every light (or not so light) touch... he could go through with it, and although Irving doesn't assume he will, just the knowledge of what he's capable of sends a thrilled judder down Irving's spine that he can't quite explain. ]
I can't... rightfully say.
[ The words come out more demurely than intended, in his effort not to simply answer with the yes he knows Cheol-gang likely would rather hear; Irving's own training, common sense, and (by now quite ravaged) sense of propriety stop him from granting that bold of an answer to another military man, let alone one who's still mostly unknown to him. That would be dangerous.
But then, this is already somewhat dangerous, isn't it? ]
Is my own pleasure not irrelevant at this stage?
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[ It is, to some extent, true; certainly he's not doing this as any particular favor to Irving. Cheol-gang's never been an altruist.
That having been said... he does have some interest in Irving at least enjoying the experience, even if he's not particularly concerned with whether or not he's able to reach sexual climax. He removes his hand from the man's neck and shoves the shoulder he abandoned back down again. ]
You're serving someone who outranks you. Your only job, your only concern, is t— Is to do what I ask of you. You're an officer. You know that.
[ God, and the thought, saying that to someone handcuffed beneath him, goes directly to his cock, makes the overwhelming surges of pleasure that much more gratifying. Shit, this is... easily the best sex he's ever had. He chooses not to dwell on it, to think about that later, when they inevitably repeat this because Irving wants this too. ]
cw | vague refs to rigid/period-typical (victorian) religious moralizing wrt sex/sexuality
So, no, he doesn't need to climax. It's below him to resign himself to the myth that men are helpless to resist such base carnal needs, that the male body cannot go without self-indulgence even if only in moderation, and though his recent (current) actions may suggest something otherwise, he still believes in all this just as strongly; though yes, he may have slipped, succumbed quite gravely to the temptations of the flesh -- he is, after all, only a man, only human, and therefore imperfect as all men are -- he's still also managed to maintain restraint in doing so, by not seeing the act fully through to its most lustful, enticing conclusion.
At least not so far.
The shove forces a groan out of him, half pained and half relishing that pain, sharp and brief but lingering like an echo in each heavy, panted breath that follows. He wants it too, wants things he can't possibly put words to. ]
Yes sir. [ The demureness is intentional this time, deferential and clearly spoken. ] And-- what are you asking of me?
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It only takes a few seconds for his mind to supply him with an answer. ]
I want— I want you to address me by the title I earned. It's not just 'Sir', it's Comrade Major. Do you understand me?
[ On a whim, he leans forward, again breaking contact with Irving's own erection to shift most of his weight to the man's shoulders, bringing their faces within a few inches of each other to stare Irving in the eye. For a moment he simply holds the position, so to speak, searching the man's face for something he can't quantify. This is another person beneath him, someone he marginally cares about— a funny thought. Someone's partaking in this on his own volition, with him, because he wants to. But— ]
Struggle. A real prisoner would try to fight back. [ Not always. ] You don't want to be arrested. Act like it.
[ Let me show you how easily I can overpower you. ]