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TDM #41
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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 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 first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses! |
 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. |
 (cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport) Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs? Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them. Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded. Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same. The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle! |
 (cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex) The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include: ▪️ The Aquarium ▪️ The Library ▪️ Cupid's Castle ▪️ PUSSY Academy ▪️ The Obelisk ▪️ Riddler's Square ...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down. The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given! Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs. |
 (cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism) In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion! If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course. There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers! A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour. |
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: All new arrivals on this TDM are 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!! |
Nerevarine | The Elder Scrolls | Submissive | M/M
STAMP AND GO
NETWORK | UN: INCARNATE
[ OOC: Permissions here, kinklist here. Let it be known, for the record, that he's not mad. ]
stamp and go
Unfortunately, he hasn't yet figured out how to live on spite alone. As days turn into weeks and the likelihood of an easy escape grows slimmer and slimmer, he comes to realize that he'll need to find some means of supporting himself while he works on a long-term plan. And for that, he needs money. To get it, he'll need to make some… concessions. Necessary, strategic concessions, he tells himself.
Only with great reluctance does he dig his stamp card out from the bottom of a drawer in his assigned quarters and head for the shops. He's aware of how this game works, but he holds out hope for a relatively tame pose. A kiss on the cheek, perhaps.
He should have known better.
The grey-skinned man who accosts him is impertinent, and the pose displayed on his device is like something out of one of the pornographic magazines that Wesker's more puerile S.T.A.R.S. subordinates used to pass around when they thought he wasn't paying attention. One figure fucks the other from behind, bending the receiving partner over what appears to be a table. He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to turn and walk out of the store. Necessary and strategic.
"Fine," he grits out. "On one condition." He hold up his own stamp card. "You help me with mine afterwards."
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Yes, Ashu wants to break this man as much as he enjoyed breaking the martial discipline out of those Cyrods.
"Deal," he replies, uncaring of what that favor might entail, what position they might find themselves in afterwards. They're going to take their time. The blond looks sturdy. This is not a man who'll renounce his gods after one good bout of sex, and Ashu would have it no other way. It always much, much fun when prey takes its time to yield.
"Are you sentimental enough to want a name?" Already bent over a table, dropping his pants in a flash. Magic, perhaps, but there's nothing magical about how worked up Ashu is after watching all those couples have a turn, the sexual frustration built from incompetence. Two fingers, ungloved, rub at his clit, thanking the Spinner the metal bar above it speeds up the process. He spreads his legs to display his cunt as if daring the man, moaning shamelessly.
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"No." His expression remains nonchalant as he unzips his fly and takes out his cock, though there's a certain tightness about his mouth that at his displeasure at performing for an audience. "But names can be useful. Wesker." He tries not to think of their very public location as he strokes himself to hardness—easy to do, given the sight in front of him. The anatomy isn't quite what he'd been expecting, but the surprise only serves to pique his interest. What other physiological quirks might this specimen be hiding?
There is no tenderness in the bruising strength with which he digs his fingers into the other man's hips, only the focused determination of a man accustomed to excelling at any task required of him. He's silent as aligns their bodies, the head of his cock pressed insistently against the enticing wet heat of the stranger's cunt. Only with great difficulty does he restrain himself from simply burying himself to the hilt. Best to be polite. They've only just met, after all. "I don't suppose you're precious about foreplay?"
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"Ashu," he purrs, too caught up in the sight of Wesker stroking himself to glory to offer his hands. Why bother with that when the cunt he's offering will more than suffice? He wiggles his hips, impatient, as thick fingers grasp at his hips, hard enough to bruise.
Yet this man hesitates, only keeps the tip of his cock at his entrance, the shallowest of penetration. Tch. "Not at all," he replies, challenge in his ash red eyes, "I just watched a bunch of n'wahs rut like nix-oxes for over an hour." What do you think?
Repression. Hidden behind military discipline, a code, pathetic excuses this man must repeat to himself every waking hour. It's the stiffness of his legs, the pretense of civility, as if doe-eyed lovers caught in the throes of passion, not two men using each other. "I'm not a blushing maiden," he hisses, done with demureness. Fucking himself on this man, using him like a toy isn't Ashu's idea of fun, but if the idiot refuses to participate...
One hand braces grabs onto the table while his knees push him backward, onto Wesker, until he bottoms out. "Yesss, t-that's more like it," he looks over his shoulder and through his lashes, pupils now as oversized as his sclera. Cat-like. Alien. "Well? Am I doing all the work here?" His close-slipped smile drips with condescending. "Stupid man. Move!"
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With an annoyed huff, he draws his hips back until he nearly pulls out, then snaps them forward again. The resulting smack is alarmingly loud and all the more obscene for the way it seems to drown out the ambient noise of the shop. Several heads turn—some indifferent, others wearing expressions of lascivious interest. Wesker ignores them all, but his flushed cheeks betray the fact that he's all too conscious of their audience. He channels his frustration into the task hand, setting a brutal pace. He cares little for Ashu's comfort or pleasure, but his pride demands a job well done—and he won't consider it 'well done' if Ashu can walk straight afterwards.
Focused though he may be, he's adept enough at multitasking to make conversation while he works. "You don't seem perturbed by any of this." His casual tone is curiously at odds with the ferocity with which he fucks the man underneath him. "Is public indecency considered normal where you're from?"
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The audience might want a performance but Ashu could care less. This isn't about them anymore, it's about this man. What seethes inside Wesker, this anger dripping from him in waves, with each rub to his inner walls, wanting to grasp it, taste it. The haughtiness is all so familiar, the echoes of mer who thought themselves gods yet were cast down as readily as mortals. "Not—" His toes curl, eyes roll in their sockets, "—first time I've—" Fucked a human who used him rough, as if a toy. A curiosity.
Yet this is different. There's a look that flashes in the eyes of men whenever they realize they're about to bed a mer in Tamriel—it is absent here. Wesker's hunger was more...clinical. A predator's. As if he wanted to restrain Ashu to a table and get to cutting.
That excites far more than the usual ash fever, dulled by years of living in the Imperial City, the capital of men. "—let a human fuck me like this."
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Bioterrorist boys make do.He's well aware of the risks of sexual contact with a member of an unknown, non-human species. Oddly, the knowledge that he may be putting himself in grave danger only serves to excite him. No reward without risk.
Ashu's response to his ministrations seems human enough, as does the anatomy that Wesker can see and feel. On a whim, he lifts the other man's hips higher off the table, altering the angle of their coupling to provide more friction against that cluster of nerves so critical to sexual stimulation in humans. It's all very detached and scientific until he just so happens to look down and catch a glimpse of his cock plunging in and out of Ashu's cunt, the mingled evidence of their arousal dripping onto the table below.
"Fascinating," he grits out, his voice strained. "I've never encountered an organism like you before. Were you born like this?"
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Oh, but wouldn't it be fun? Either this fool turns into a beast, a proboscis shoving its way through where his eye sockets used to be, or an ash vampire. He's already halfway there, those luminous red eyes of his seething with a malice that'd be at home in Kogoruhn's halls among Dagoth's inner circle. Yet another mystery Ashu must unravel.
Wrested from dwelling on the past for too long by the assault against that bundle of nerves inside him, Ashu's eyes roll on their sockets, toes curling. "Y-yes, you s'wit, I was born like this," he hisses, though his tone would sound more threatening if he wasn't experiencing so much pleasure, so close to reaching his peak. Unfortunately he cannot see the results of their teamwork either inside his cunt or dripping down onto the table. Feeling it will have to do. "Be a good human, make me come already, and I'll let you examine me whichever way you see fit. I—" His legs quiver at a rough thrust. "—don't mind knives."
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Their acquaintance, though brief, has given him some very valuable insight on the sexual function of Ashu's species, though he'd like to know more about his specimen's internal anatomy. An idea suddenly occurs to him, and without asking for permission—or even providing a warning—he removes one hand from Ashu's hips, licks his index and middle fingers, and slides them into Ashu's ass, fucking his cunt relentlessly all the while.
"So impatient," he mutters, curling his fingers against Ashu's inner wall. He can feel the firm press of his own cock as he slides in and out of the other man's cunt, separated from his fingers only by a few layers of muscle and tissue. Utterly obscene. He rather likes it.
"Sounds like we have an agreement," he begins, the words punctuated by a particularly vicious thrust, "but first, I want to see you fall apart. Go on, then. Come for me."
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But not this one. Oh no, Wesker is the rare case of a merish spirit stuck in a human frame. So bold, two fingers and his cock spearing him over and over, the pressure from both mounting into a crescendo of groans. Ashu can't tell if it's him or the human crying out. His throat is raw.
"I—I..." Ashu pulls back down, hard, onto cock and fingers, bodies meeting with a loud smack. “Fuck!” throwing his head back, exposing the tantalizing line of his neck, Ashu groans, shuddering through his orgasm. His legs tighten, locking into place. He clenches and twitches around Wesker's hard cock and fingers, the strength borderline bruising. Oh, he's going to feel this in the morning. So fucking sore already, but the most delicious kind of soreness—after a good fucking. He needed this so badly.
But there's still one thing missing. Reprobate and incorrigible, yes, but not selfish when it comes to sex. "Come on," there's a smirk on Ashu's face, trying to rile up Wesker some more, “Fill me up with your cum. Don't care what hole, just do it.”
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He often breaks his promises, and he wonders whether it wouldn't be better to deny Ashu the orgasm he clearly believes himself entitled to, to leave him frustrated and desperate, but his body sabotages that incipient plan for him. One more thrust and Ashu is coming, muscles spasming around his cock and fingers. It's too much; his self-control crumbles beneath the onslaught. The fingers of his free hand dig deeper into Ashu's thigh as he comes, silent save for the quiet groan that escapes through his gritted teeth. He keeps fucking the other man through both of their orgasms, the near-agonizing clench of Ashu's cunt gripping his cock, milking him dry.
When it's over, he allows himself to relax slightly, though he makes no effort to remove his cock and fingers. Sore and over-stimulated as Ashu must be, the intrusion is bound to become uncomfortable soon. Let him squirm for a bit—Wesker isn't above petty sadism.
"Well," he rasps, the faintest hint of amusement creeping into his voice, "I suppose we've sealed our deal. Remind me later to teach you some manners."