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the one and only tristina aguilera. ([personal profile] saints) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes 2019-09-17 12:52 am (UTC)

tris clark ( original ) — submissive.

a pocket of pennies. ( cw: mild sexual harassment )

Hey, so, uh, let's get one thing straight. I'm stupid broke.

[ tristan raises his voice loudly from the back most part of the alley where he's pinned between a greasy-feeling brick wall and guy who looks like he could probably snap him in four twiggy bits. his breath smells like a sour rendition of five guys burgers and fries and the way he's attempting to pat him down is gradually becoming more grope than it is an active bid to search for some semblance of cash on his person. ]

I just got here, why would I start my day off by lying, buddy, huh? [ leaning to the side, away from his assailant, tris yells ] You know being a bystander to a mugging is just as bad as doing the mugging yourself! Hello!

[ the sound of an impact, fist to jaw, interrupts tris' attempt at trying to get someone's attention.

so yeah.

anyone? anyone? bueller? ]


new flesh like a glove. ( cw: potential dubcon, drugs, bdsm/sexual torture, prostitution, public use )

[ he should be exhausted at this point. like really exhausted. everything should hurt, the heat frothing over in his belly, surging down past his hips and cresting his thighs. he should know better at this point that putting something labeled as "free sample" in his mouth would lead to something like this, but it's comical to just avoid it all. free samples can't all be nefarious ploys to get you to fuck, right? but of course... a warm, dizzying set of hands guiding him playfully behind curtains, down some steps. he yields at the hands pulling at his clothes, at the comfortable leather around his wrists —

hell, he barely can bring himself to care as the fucking machine starts working its magic between his spread legs in front of a very live audience. it doesn't even register that he's on display, thighs parted and body arched prettily. there's a hand resting on his ribs as his chest rises and falls, skimming over his belly with a glove that steadily makes its way down his cock, pumping it until its color has deepened and he's left wanting.

the first orgasm goes great, everything those shitty romance novels say it's like: sparks behind the eyes, a heat exploding from your loins (that's harlequin romance novel for dick) all that good stuff.

and the second orgasm's not so bad either.

the third's dicey. truth be told, he's basically suffering. how they wring three out of him is absolutely bizarre. tris can vaguely see out of the corner of his blurring vision that some of the "volunteers" are being rotated in and out but maybe they like something about him (reality is, they really do. tris arches his body prettily when he's on the edge of orgasm, he twists desperately in his bonds and puts the strength of the machine on display, and shows just how much ecstasy the device can pull out of one person with how the machine fucks him without mercy.

but he's definitely at his last, though the symphony hydraulics display runners don't seem to be thoroughly done with him yet. so he might need a bit of bailing out. or maybe volunteer yourself for the show. ]


wildcard.

[ hmu baybee you probably have my number, if not i'm open to pretty much anything on this list. ]

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