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TDM #8
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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. The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 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. |
 The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies. Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them. In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances. But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another? Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all. |
( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use ) Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration… Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.) Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? |
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: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character! » A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with. » New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths. Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased. Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire. » Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places. The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency. If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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“It’s a game I ain’t caught the hang of yet,” he says. He’s not a gamer anyway, of course. He only ever played shooter games on Xbox, nothing so fancy as VR. Kingsman has some pretty high tech stuff, but tech isn’t his specialty.
“Sick,” he says when he sees Quentin’s suit change. He’s gained quite an appreciation for a well-tailored suit on a man.
He doesn’t get enjoy that for long, though.
He isn’t holding on to much clothing consciously enough to prevent Quentin from influencing how it goes. So one second he’s fully dressed and the next, he’s down to just his knickers.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” he asks, looking back up at Quentin’s face. “Did you do that just by thinkin’ it?”
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For his part, Quentin smiles. It's indulgent more than compassionate. He's a little tired of faking compassion for younger men. Eggsy's old enough to know what he's gotten himself into. Quentin may not like this situation, but he knows too.
He crosses to the wall of floggers and grabs the riding crop again. Now he's wearing gloves to go along with the suit. It's a very Tony Stark look, and Quentin sort of hates that? But there's something in Eggsy's eyes, and Quentin can work with that.
"Wanna see if it hurts when someone else does it?"
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The idea of this attractive man, in a suit of all fucking things, using that crop and then...
Right, that’s the point of Duplicity’s sex VR game, isn’t it? He knew that anyway, though he sort of remembers there are people watching in the real world. This is way too many conflicting emotions for a guy that hides most of them behind an easy smile or a shitty attitude.
“Ain’t you gonna, like, buy me dinner first?” he asks, less biting than he wants to be. “Or at least tell me your name.” He doesn’t offer his own because he knows how judgey people are about it. He doesn’t have a good feel for what this man is about yet, either.
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Quentin lifts the crop and runs the tongue of it down the stripe on his throat. At no point has he made a point to conceal it in this game, but it seems important now. There's a power dynamic here and they both know it. That is, he has all the power, and Eggsy has all the position.
And, well, he's pretty sure he's got Eggsy's number right now.
He steps in closer, deftly turning the switch over so he has the handle up. He rubs it, gently for now, right at the edge of Eggsy's nipple. That indulgent smile turns just a little wicked. He leans in toward Eggsy's ear.
"Maybe when you're done."
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Did it have to be this kind, though?
Gooseflesh crawls along Eggsy’s neck and down his arms when Quentin comes closer, touches him with the business end of the crop, talks in his ear. He takes a step back, away,but his own expectations work against him. Like the dreams he's shared with others recently, the VR picks up on what he thinks — and his first thought about not having anywhere to go works literally. So when he steps back, there’s just the hardness of the wall behind him.
He tenses reflexively, surprise evident for a damning second before he school’s it away and turns a smile back to Quentin.
“Hope you’re better with that thing than you are with manners,” he says. He’s nothing if not mouthy.
late warnings! cw: flogging, restraint, lowkey daddy kink
Stepped so close, the switch back to holding the handle instead of the rod is a little more awkward, but he still manages it pretty well. Now, it's the soft leather tongue that runs on Eggsy's skin, tracing invisible patterns, seeing just how riled up he can get from a little teasing.
Okay. Maybe Quentin's a little worked up. It's been a while. He couldn't exactly screw around while he was trying to install himself as a new kind of superhero. And Eggsy's willing enough. That's what counts right now, at least.
"Are you gonna be a good boy and stay against that wall?" There's a small, gentle clatter against it, because suddenly there are cuffs hanging from the wall. "Or do you need a little persuasion to behave?"
Lowkey daddy kink gonna get highkey eventually ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
He settles for bullshit bravado, because that’s the easiest option other than fighting. He doesn’t want a fight, not really.
“Guess it depends on how hard I wanna let you hit me,” he says. Though after Dorian’s superhuman strength, he’s not too worried.
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He presses his cheek against Eggsy's, knowing how the slight rasp of his stubble will feel. This is a curious part of the VR, because he doesn't know what he expects Eggsy to smell like, so he doesn't smell like much of anything. Skin and youth and a little bit of generic aftershave. Quentin realizes that he smells about the same: skin and generic aftershave, and they share a bit of that pomade smell. He realizes Eggsy just smells like him.
Slowly, he eases up the arm he's touching, toward the cuff hanging from the wall.
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The thing with the aftershave scent is a bit too much and he sort of jerks his face away. He has absolutely no handle on forcing the VR to do what he wants, so it grabs whatever it can instead.
It’s disarming and he lets Quentin tie that arm to the wall because, again, expectation. He knows how this goes so it keeps going that way. Could he escape by thinking hard enough? Maybe, but curiosity and desire mix with that expectation and keep him here.
“Do you do this a lot on the actual world? Tie people up and spank them? Guess you can’t tell what someone’s into lookin’ at ‘em, yeah?” he says, still running his mouth, recovered (mostly) from the strangeness.
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"I've done it enough," Quentin says, which isn't a lie. He knows what he's doing and how to do it, and he's wickedly certain that he can get what he wants out of this. He looks at Eggsy, almost kindly, and runs the tongue of the crop across his chest as he takes a step back.
"What did you think I was like, looking at me? Be honest."
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His shit-eating grin never goes away, because he’s committed to just that level of bullshit now. “I dunno. I like older men so ‘m a bit biased, maybe.” Quentin has some of that nerd feeling about him, the fascination with the VR.
“I figured you was straight,” he continues, though sexuality is pretty weird so maybe Quentin IS straight. That’s not the point.
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He trails the crop down Eggsy's body, a very slight pressure. Quentin doesn't think of himself as anything, really. It tends to be convenience over form, a primordial longing for companionship, however brief. Eggsy is here, and that's what matters, but it could have been anyone.
It helps that Eggsy is letting himself be easy to read.
"Besides," he says with some consideration. The tongue of the crop brushes against Eggsy's cock. "I'm pretty sure I could give you tits right now, if it really bothered me."
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His eyes drop to follow the crop as it touches his dick through his pants, the sharp breath he takes annoyingly audible.
“That’s wack as fuck,” he says, “so let’s not.” His bravado stays plastered on like drywall paste over a hole in the wall, there but not terribly hard to crumble.
He looks back up at Quentin, ignoring the reminder in his head that he literally can’t come without asking. He hasn’t told anyone about it, and won’t, but it could be a problem. Ah, well, he’s used to living dangerously.
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He flicks the crop, not hard at all, against the inside of Eggsy's right thigh. It's sharp and quick, and leaves a brief pink sting on the skin. Quentin knows how it should feel, but he isn't sure Eggsy does, so he asks, curiously, "How does that feel?"
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He frowns just a bit. "Stings, I guess?" he answers.
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He swats him again, now on the left thigh, harder than the first. The brief pink sting, now with just a little welted edge from the leather.
He breathes slowly through his nose, reigning in the urge to hit.
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"Fuck me," he says, never once bothering to learn the lesson about that particular exclamation.
"Are you actually enjoying this or just being a dick?" he asks. He remembers he could get out of this, he could think his way out, reimagine it if he could think long enough to do so. But he...doesn't, or the VR picks up on his reluctance to do so, or whatever. The point is that despite his mouthiness, he's still here.
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"I'm enjoying it," he says. And he is. But not quite the same way that Eggsy is.
Thawk! On the hip this time. And then, changing where he's standing in front of Eggsy, thwak! The rod across both of his thighs, just south of his balls.
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At the second, he does sort of jump, because it's unexpected.
"Could you fuckin' watch where you aimin' that?" he asks, strained, closer to annoyed than worried.
Dorian's only hit him from behind. He can't say he's literally never imagined some of this impact stuff from other angles, but actual pain near his junk? That's...hard to imagine, really. He has no frame of reference for what it could or would feel like, and he's pretty sure he doesn't want to find out.
Though this isn't real, either, right? Like the dream, when he pulls the VR helmet off, he won't have bruises or welts or red marks. It's quite literally all in his head.
Still!
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Well. Not much anyway.
There's more of that teasing, a slow progression of touch here and there, a coaxing scrape of leather on skin or body-warm cotton. Quentin trails the tongue over Eggsy's cock more than once.
When he brings it up and swats a nipple, it's mostly gentle. Mostly.
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At least he can forget about Dorian now and just worry about this stranger’s actions. He bites back a groan (though not well) when the crop runs along his erection again, then again. The almost gentle touch of it belies the harshness of the crop when it hits him again, stinging. It’s not as hard as some of the earlier ones, but it’s more sensitive skin and he bites his lip against his reaction.
“For fucks sake,” he says, but he’s not actually angry or even put out by it. His cock is still obviously hard, and nothing has discouraged that.
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He hits the other one next, twice, just like the first. No sense leaving him lopsided. Then he steps up to Eggsy, not quite touching but almost. Enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of him.
"You're doing very good," Quentin praises, voice soft and kind, maybe a little patronizing. "We should probably turn you around."
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He likes being told he’s doing good but he recognises that touch of patronisation in Quentin’s tone. He purses his lips at it.
“Why, you gonna get to the fun part?” Eggsy asks.
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Because he wants it--and Eggsy does too--things shift. Eggsy's still shackled to the wall, but now he's facing it, and there's a spreader bar between his ankles, keeping his legs spread just over shoulder length. Quentin takes a moment and runs his fingers, still in fine leather gloves, over the marks on Eggsy's back. He hadn't known they were there, but he sees them, which means that Eggsy is thinking about them, in the same way that all the pink stings and welts from Quentin's work exist in the VR because they both expect them to.
He traces the marks he didn't put there, digging into them slowly. Can Eggsy feel them, knowing that they're there? He supposes he must, but it's still fun to toy with him.
"What were you expecting the fun part to be?"
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The traces don’t really still hurt in the real world, and Eggsy hasn’t looked at them in a minute. But he remembers what they were like the last time he did, so they show up here. He winces at first when Quentin touches him before he recovers and keeps from trying to squirm away. Where would he go, anyway?
He glances back over his shoulder as best he can and answers, ”The part where you put that crop down and fuck me,” he says. He isn’t terribly good at telling people what he wants in detail, but this much is easy.
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