duplicitymemes | TDM #32

Entry tags:

«tdm

TDM #32

« « « 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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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 high-rise. 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.

Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

The weather is cooling as summer turns to autumn and the sky is overcast more often than not.

» » » ALL ABOARD

(cw: optional pony play elements)

The usual train tour after Orientation showcasing important city landmarks has been canceled and replaced with a walking tour, at least for the half of the tour that winds through the Up. Not only that, but Submissives will be required to carry Dominants the whole way, either on their own backs or in sedan chairs or litters.* It's a visceral lesson in accepting and understanding their role, whether that's to direct or serve, guide or support. (*Accessories such as harnesses and tail plugs may be provided for some Submissives either at a Dominant's request or the whim of LIEs staff.)

This portion of the tour will conclude at the train station that connects to the Down, where LIERs will finally be allowed to board the train and take a rest as they continue onward to the less impressive sights of Red Wall Bridge and South Park. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. 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.

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.

« « « THINK OF YOUR FUTURE

(cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, random kink compulsion)

As they're walking down the street, characters may spot some fliers for job skill classes or even be pulled aside and invited to attend one by an earnest spokesperson. These classes are advertised as equipping characters with "useful" skills that will either improve their quality of life or help them find stable employment. Whether that's actually true is questionable. The address they'll be directed to is a random building in the Down that seems to be a repurposed storefront. There are three subjects being offered currently.

At bartending class, characters will be provided with a variety of liquors, mixers, shakers, glasses, and garnishes. A few simple drink recipes are written on a chalkboard to give them a starting point, but they are also encouraged to play around, mix and match and create their own concoctions, and taste test each other's as well. Some of the drink components contain aphrodisiacs, ranging from a basic arousal booster to more targeted tinctures that stimulate desires for specific activities. These effects can stack and combine or even conflict. Drink responsibly (or don't)!

The hospitality class is geared toward setting a mood or scene and seems to mainly involve things like lighting candles and incense, running a bath with scented oils, bubbles, and foaming salts, and spreading rose petals artfully over a freshly turned down bed. Once everything is in place, they'll be urged to try it for themselves — get in that bath, roll around on that bed or have someone tuck them in. How else will they know if they've done a good job? And if they're feeling frisky from the fumes or the bath products, it just makes for a better test.

The third class is flower arranging and characters are given vases, shears for trimming, and a selection of flower cuttings of different sizes, colors, and species. They're instructed to follow their intuition and use whichever flowers they like to create a well-balanced arrangement. The thing is, some of these flowers have pollen with aphrodisiac effects. Other flowers have petals that, when handled with bare hands, secrete an aphrodisiac that's absorbed through the skin. Like the drinks, these effects range from the generic to the specific and can combine in complementary or conflicting ways. Think you're arranging a bouquet that symbolizes pure friendship or everlasting love? It might actually inspire a latex-wearing tickle orgy.

In each of the classes there are people discreetly taking video and photographs. If they ask about it, characters will be told that the footage is for promotional materials.

» » » MOTHS TO THE FLAME

(cw: altered mental states and changes in perception, compulsion)

The light in the old lighthouse at the north end of Chicanery Beach must never go out, so the locals say, but the fuel that keeps the fire burning hasn't been replenished properly in a while. As usual, Duplicity natives are hesitant to go near the beach, but this important maintenance is still deemed essential. The solution, at least this time around, seems to be putting the latest batch of LIERs (as well as any others foolish enough to volunteer or unlucky enough to be recruited) up to the task of visiting the lighthouse in teams or pairs to feed the flames.

Working in shifts and armed with canisters of fuel, the lamp is to be filled every evening and the fresnel lens carefully polished. It's a simple enough task. However, some of the fuel has been tampered with and, if examined, smells somewhat off. What this means is that in some cases, when the contaminated fuel is added, the flame temporarily changes color and those in close proximity experience odd effects.

If the flame turns blue, characters will feel compelled to share a truth about themselves that they wouldn't normally admit — at least, not to this person.

If the flame turns green, they will feel argumentative and inclined to pick a fight.

If the flame turns purple, it induces a desire for physical sensation — any sensation. It also scrambles characters' perception of what it is they're feeling. Everything they touch is inexplicably painful or pleasurable, hot or cold, smooth or sticky, soft or sharp, etc.

The effects last for as long as the flame burns that color, which can be anywhere from a few minutes to several hours. People who approach the lighthouse or try to investigate from the outside while these changes of color occur may find themselves lost on the beach for up to six hours.

« « « DOUBLE FEATURE

(cw: pornography, aphrodisiacs, public sex)

The city is putting on a free movie night in North Park with a big projector screen, encouraging citizens and LIERs alike to spread out a blanket and cuddle up close to watch the films.

It's a double feature! The first film of the evening is relatively "family friendly" but it's dripping in propaganda with a heavy pro-Creator bias and an emphasis on traditional Duplicity values. The second film, beginning well after dark, is more erotic and adult in nature (and frankly just straight up pornographic).

Concession stands are serving popcorn and other movie snacks, along with seasonal drinks like cider and hot cocoa, available during the hour before the showing and throughout the runtime of both films. As is common in Duplicity, many of the concessions are laced with an extra special ingredient that lowers inhibitions and dramatically increases libido.

Those who consume the refreshments may want to pull their blankets up over themselves and engage in some stealthy fondling, or maybe they're feeling bold enough to get handsy right out in the open. It's dark, after all, and everyone else is watching the movie. Or are they?

» » » 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 the assignments are OOCly 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 is more afraid of tangible things (such as spiders, snakes, or clowns), they are a Dominant. If your character is more afraid of intangible things (such as intimacy, rejection, or change), 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 tag on 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!!

» » » MAIN NAVIGATION « « «

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The stirring in his king's chest, the flames of Odin's irritance growing warm as Sleipnir lays atop him. He's failing in his duty if Barnabas becomes annoyed so quickly after he'd just had his way with him. The Lord Commander lets his hand stroke down and over his chest, lower and lower down his abdomen. Would he want to enjoy him again? Would that keep him at rest for now?

"For now, you simply need to relax my liege. Answers will come, we shall find them."

The dark was their element and yet ironically it seemed his king was uncomfortable being kept in it, rhetorically speaking.

He doesn't like this turbulence he's feeling any more than Sleipnir does, trying his best to push it down to bother him another day. The egi's movements draw his gaze, watching that hand glide along his skin. Odin's wrath ebbs and flows through him, eventually sinking back a bit more once more.

If only the darkness would embrace him again, everything would make sense. But it's difficult being betrayed by your God.

Though it feels a bit incorrect to simply relax, he will try to heed his Lord Commander's advice. "Yes," he decides with a sigh, fingers caressing Sleipnir's jaw, "They will come."

"Let me stay your heart and mind for now, my liege. If you found it pleasant I would not mind pleasing you in such a fashion once again?"

He lets his hand trail down for fingers to trace over hip bones, turning his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to his chest.

"Be at ease, Your Majesty."

"Mm." He grunts, not betraying whether he's considering the idea or not. Though he does nothing to stop Sleipnir's hands from wandering. Perhaps he shouldn't, but he welcomes the ongoing distractions. His mind is telling him that he ought to do anything but think right now.

He shifts again, more accommodating this time as he gives a nod. "Put me at ease, then."

If this is how he must be calmed then so be it. They're satisfying the demands of their captors as well, which means they'll be left alone.

That wandering hand continues to smooth over skin until he finds his cock, still out past the confines of his trousers. He teasingly toys with it, thumbing the head as he presses another kiss to his chest. As much as Sleipnir is enjoying the position he's in right now he knows it cannot last. He moves to straddle the other man, knees either side of his hips. He keeps his body low, trailing his fingers up and down his sides, splaying them over his chest before he dares trace the scar that's ever so apparent upon it.

"Then the steed shall ride his rider." He can't help but chuckle to himself before bringing himself close to kiss at Barnabas' lips. "Shall I undress the rest of you, my liege?"

Perhaps it is the unbreakably close connection the two of them share, or Barnabas simply also has a strange sense of humor, but he also chuckles at the joke. It is very funny.

With his steed now above him, he takes a moment to let his gaze wander very obviously over his previous handiwork. Dark marks are blossoming against the pale skin, and it pleases him.

Sleipnir had been so efficient at grabbing his attention the first time that the king didn't even think to remove his pants the rest of the way. He gives an affirmative gesture of his hand to allow his knight to take care of it. He'll forgive Barnabas if he's not feeling the full effort. And also just likes to watch.

That chuckle is exactly the kind of response he wants. Hopefully he will be able to draw out more pleasant sounds from him. As for his pants, Sleipnir takes care of it without another word, peeling the king out of the rest of his clothes, setting them aside. It's then he shifts back to straddle him once again, lowering down until he's saddled on his thighs so to speak. Down he reaches to grab both their cocks in hand, stroking them together gingerly.

It's a nice view from this position and he hopes the same is true for Barnabas. Coyly he smiles down at him, free hand scraping his nails lightly against his abdomen.

"Does it please you to see your handiwork?"

Barnabas relaxes himself to make it easy to remove the rest of his clothing, not at all interested in where it ends up as long as Sleipnir returns to him quickly. He grunts in response to being stroked again, arousal beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, carefully, he looks over Sleipnir one more time, his own hand coming to brush over a nipple to a little pink bruise he'd left nearby.

"It does." He agrees, with little contemplation. It's a very nice view. Of course his knight looks good completely unmarked as well. It truly depends on his mood. Right now he's glad to have something that feels like it's in his control.

The touch of his hand to his chest draws out a hum of delight from the egi as he gives their cocks a squeeze. His master truly had gone to town on him and these marks would take some time to fade, that is unless he used his magic to rid himself of them. He'd only do so if it was what Barnabas wanted however. For now he seems happy to know he's left a mark on something that's his. That he's claimed him.

And he would do so again.

Sleipnir's answer is a smile, lashes lowering as he kisses at his chin, enjoying the scrape of scruff against his skin. He takes his time fondling them both, working him up to a hardness that'll allow them to be joined once more. Why rush? They clearly had an eternity together now as far as he could understand their circumstances.

For now he has no desire to see them fade. Perhaps in a few hours he would change his mind, but he's doing his best not to think into any sort of future. That Sleipnir allows Barnabas to claim him is enough in the moment. The thrill of it goes to his groin, further coaxing his arousal.

Once again he allows himself to be comforted by the thought that at least he's together with Sleipnir, that as confusing and devastating as this all is, he's still got his constant companion.

As his cock stirs to the attention, his hands perch on the egi's hips, holding him steady while he strokes them. The kisses at his chin are met with nips of teeth and lips, sampling Sleipnir anew as his desire grows.

The weight of those rough hands on his thighs is a firm reminder that this truly is how it should be. These may be extraordinary circumstances but he feels complete again in what felt like, well, ages. So much had been set aside for Ultima's plans and there had been so much to accomplish and plot...the quiet moments he cherished had dwindled and now?

Now he had Odin's attention all to himself.

He can tell his desire is growing. Even if his hand wasn't feeling him grow harder it's clear from his soul that he's becoming interested again. Perfect. It's exactly what he wants. What he's meaning to do. The goal, if you were.

"Ahh, my liege...you truly are so very wonderful..."

He isn't just praising him or stroking his ego for the hell of it - he means every word he says.

Barnabas knows that Sleipnir is true in what he says. He's perhaps the only person who never truly has deceived him in some way. That's a heavy thought, one that he's content to push away for another time. With the bond they share, he can feel that Sleipnir is pleased and thus feels himself lightening as well.

"Use my name." He murmurs against his skin. That's the one thing missing from making him truly feel that he's here and present and it's all real. Besides, there's no one around to hear them or wonder at such familiarity. Even if there was, he wouldn't care. Especially not at this point in his life ... or after life.

He groans again, pressing his hips up into Sleipnir's ministrations as arousal continues to coil up strong in the pit of his belly.

He's elated at the command, squeezing their cocks together in hand as he presses a kiss to his mouth again. To use his king's name is a privilege and honour. He's more than happy to do as he's asked as he smiles down at his master, lashes low.

"Barnabas...let me delight in you."

Lifting his hips he lets go of both of them now that his king is hard. They're both still slippery and so it's easy for Sleipnir to hover his hips over Barnabas' cock, pushing him against his entrance. He takes him inside in one swift movement, bottoming out with a moan.

"Ah...Barnabas...my liege...."

Though he may not completely show it, hearing his name properly sends a shudder throughout his form. That's the piece that he was missing. Now perhaps he can fully let himself get lost in the body of his Lord Commander, forgetting all the rest for a little while.

It's almost difficult to be patient, but he is, allowing Sleipnir to lower himself onto Barnabas' cock. He groans with the pleasure of it, feeling the tight walls squeeze him eagerly. Meeting the other's eyes, he gives a nod. He wants him to move now that they're one again, fingers holding sturdy to those pale hips (not enough marks there, he notices).

Sleipnir is all too eager to indulge his king, delighting in the feel of him filling him up. He moves to bounce himself up on his cock, groaning as he rocks forward and back. It doesn't take long to settle into a rhythm as Sleipnir sets his palms firmly down against his master's abdomen. This is exactly what he wants, what he's been craving - and it seems to be the case for his liege as well.

All he wants is for Barnabas to find some relief and if it's through the use of his body then that's all the better is it not?

"Barnabas...you feel wonderful inside me, Your Majesty."

The image presented to him is certainly appealing, the Lord Commander bouncing against him, making such pleasing sounds. Barnabas groans in appreciation, the pads of his fingers digging a little bit more into skin. He doesn't question what it is, how it feels like he's completed when they're together like this. It's just something that has always been, ever since Sleipnir came to be.

For the most part, he lets Sleipnir lead the charge, though he bucks his hips up sometimes when he can't hold back enough. He could just flip the other over and have his way with him again, but there is merits to being ridden in such a way.

"Sleipnir..." He uses the egi's name in return, one of his hands lifting to brush along his jaw and down his front. Any bit of skin, really. He's content to touch it all.

When was the last time he rode his king in such a way? He can't exactly seem to remember. Not that it mattered - what mattered was that they were enjoying one another right now. That he was bucking up to meet him as he rocked down against him. It's an indescribably completeness that he feels when their physical bodies are joined in such a way. It only makes sense though. Sleipnir had been born from Odin's essence, from Barnabas making him hale and whole.

To hear his name come from those lips in such a moment is a joy he cannot help but reward with a needy moan, scraping his nails down the other man's chest. It's intimate. Close. Affectionate. Whether an egi was capable of love was another matter altogether but his devotion and adoration for his master was unquestionable. He'd be offended if anyone did.

"I do quite like this angle. It gives me a wonderful view of you."

Perhaps they will have to go from this position more often. Something to ponder, if they are to continue to be regularly intimate in this strange, awful city. Barnabas doesn't currently have a strong interest in finding other partners, though perhaps it would not be a significant challenge if he was. No one else would make him feel the way that the egi who is part of his mind and soul does though.

He grunts at the sensation of those nails dragging on his chest, peering up at Sleipnir as the other speaks. "Does it?" How funny, since he had been thinking the same in his own place. As nice as it is to have Sleipnir squirming against the sheets, his freer movements this way are enticing to watch.

It pleases the king enough so to keep letting his hand trail along Sleipnir's body until he takes his cock into his palm and begins to stroke again. "But how long can you last, I wonder?"

"As long as I have to for you."

He's giddy as his cock is gripped and stroked by those rough hands as he continues to bounce up and down, their hips now moving in unison. It's a partnership that's always worked, a synchronicity that was unparalleled and unmatched. It was give and take but Sleipnir was content to be taken from. He was made to please his king. Sure, they may not be riding into battle together but he can't say this doesn't have it's own thrill to it.

"Pierce me deeper, my liege."

He nods his approval, bucking up into Sleipnir harder as his hand speeds up on its strokes. Not that he wants to finish them off quickly, but if both of them are feeling good then what's the use in holding back? Battle may certainly be more appealing to them, but this is what he needs right now.

At the request, his free hand moves down from Sleipnir's hip to his thigh to grip it tighter as he arches himself up off the bed. He angles to get his cock deeper inside, if such a thing is possible. After all, the Lord Commander has done nothing but please him since they arrived here. He should be rewarded with having his wish granted.

As Barnabas does just as he's asked him to, rutting up inside him at an angle that makes it hard to think straight, Sleipnir can't help but whimper, fingers trembling ever so slightly as attempts to press them down on his king's chest. This place they have found themselves in is strange, to put it lightly, but it isn't something they can't navigate together.

They had endured far, far worse, and besides, with Barnabas here it meant there was no need to swear himself to someone else. All would be right and as it should be.

"Ah...Barnabas..." He moans out his name, wantonly and full of affection. Sleipnir may not be enough for the other man and he can understand as much but for him? All that he needs is right here beneath him.

That whimper is just what Barnabas wants to hear. It spurs him on to do it again and again, groaning as his cock pushes its way against tight, heated muscle.

Perhaps they have had worse than this, although being abandoned by the God you based your entire adult life around is fairly devastating. Hopefully it ends up that this is not the case. But they can endure anything if they are together. Odin awoke in him for a reason, and Odin will see it so. As if the king could imagine anyone else in his bed, riding atop him like Sleipnir is now. Even Benedikta was not enough to truly comfort him.

His breaths grow more labored as he continues to thrust up hard and deep as Sleipnir desired, climax creeping toward him and this time he welcomes it. If they happen to finish together this time so be it.

Hearing his king's breath become headier and heavier as he continues to bounce atop him only encourages Sleipnir. Riding the man beneath him is exhilarating in a way he can't articulate but doesn't need to. Barnabas and him share a connection that's uncontested, their thoughts privy to one another when the want or desire was there. Odin's steed need not speak to get his feelings across but he does moan his liege's name with reckless abandon, each syllable dripping with desire on his lips.

"Barnabas...ah..."

He isn't going to last much longer, not when he's being thrust into so poignantly and his master is stroking him to deftly. It would be wonderful to finish together, as connected as they are. The look Sleipnir throws his king is one of utter yearning, of devotion and bliss.

"Yes...yes...ah..."

The King of Waloed can and has coaxed such sounds out of a partner in bed before, but with Sleipnir it's pleasing on a different level. It's like he actually means it, rather than he's just passing the time or trying to feel something or gain something. They do share that connection that negates any need for words, and more often than not, Barnabas is thankful for it.

Sleipnir doesn't have to worry long, as Barnabas is also not going to hold out much longer. When he can feel that his egi is close enough to be unable to refrain, he lets that tight coil inside of him loose as well. He keeps stroking Sleipnir's cock as he comes, his other hand tight on that thigh to keep him (both of them, probably) steady.

Even as he feels nearly spent, he grunts, sitting himself up enough to be able to catch the Lord Commander's mouth with his own.

The grunts have him crying out as he feels his liege finish within him, his own orgasm squeezed out of him the very same moment. As his lips are captured in a kiss he whimpers against his mouth, body collapsing forward against him as his thighs quiver. His body is over stimulated, overwhelmed by the very person who created him.

It's exactly how it ought to be.

"My liege..." He quietly breathes out when their lips part, forehead resting against Barnabas' once he's given the opportunity. He's warm and enveloping him every which way. What bliss.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject