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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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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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He fits himself against Eggsy's back and lets him feel that he's hard too, that he's not unimpressed with how Eggsy's doing. He knows what a fine wool suit feels like against skin, and he imagines that Eggsy does too, and so there's no pretending there at all. When his lips find Eggsy's neck, his ear, he sighs a little bit.
It's been a long time. And Eggsy is very tempting like this.
"Who said I was going to fuck you?"
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The suit is nice because it looks like that, because whatever else this guy is, he obviously has good taste in clothes. Eggsy doesn't have inherently posh tastes in clothes, but the only suits he's really been near are really nice and it translates here. He likes it, of course he does, and it shows in the way he moves under Quentin's body, pressing against the other man best he can despite the restraints.
"Feels like it's your loss if you don't," Eggsy says, teasing. At least they're both hard and it's not just him. That knowledge makes this less...embarrassing? Not that Eggsy is really embarrassed, but it's always a weird time to be mostly undressed when someone else isn't.
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Quentin steps back, puts a hand on the back of Eggsy's head, and swats the crop across his ass. It makes a wonderful whistle through the air, and even more brilliant thwak when it hits him.
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Eggsy makes an almost startled noise, more because the sound of the blow is surprising, even if the sensation itself almost isn't. This is a weird way to feel things. He knows it's fake, maybe faker than the dream things in some sense. Someday maybe he'll learn what that crop feels like on his real skin and look back on this and find it strange.
For now, it's still pretty hot, even if he's reluctant to admit that to himself.
"Fuck."
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Eggsy looks lovely, with the blossom of bruises from the wack of the crop. The rod of it has caught, purposefully, over his thighs. Now, more than ever before, he wants to have this technology. Not for this purpose, but to engineer it into his own.
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There’s a lull, and he rests his head against the wall and swears to god he’s never introducing this man to Dorian.
“Fuck me, that’s a lot,” he says, voice just barely shaky. His skin smarts and his cock is still hard and aching. It’s easy to forget this isn’t real.
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Quentin steps in close to him again, nose nudging behind Eggsy's ear. After a few breaths, he leans the crop on the wall and puts his hands on Eggsy, tracing over each sharp bruise and welt he's left, each pink streak, pressing in on the smarting discomfort of each one in turn. He brings his hands down to Eggsy's hips and slowly slides one of them to cup Eggsy's cock.
"Is this what you want?" He hums slightly. "If you ask nicely..."
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His body is a constant betrayal, though, obviously seeking more contact when Quentin brings the cop up against his balls. He knows he’s too sensitive, too easy to read during shit like this. Hopefully no one from home ever realises. It’s probably an embarrassment.
Dorian has done similar, putting pressure on freshly bruised skin. Quentin’s hands aren’t like Dorian’s, even in this VR simulation. He’s slightly taller, built bigger. He doesn’t have Dorian’s grace (though Eggsy imagine he doesn’t have Dorian’s strength; it’s probably not a good idea to assume everyone is a normal human until proven otherwise, but he does anyway).
Either way, Quentin’s hands feel different on him. The pain he incites is different, though it still hurts, and Eggsy fidgets under his hands. He’s trained to take a lot, and he could of he wanted to. That’s a giveaway, though, and it’s also entirely unnecessary here so he lets it go.
He groans outright when Quentin’s hand comes round to his cock. It’s not enough, with the fabric still between them.
“Yes, fuck,” he says. He wants to make some remark about wanting more than that, but his brain short circuits enough that eloquence escapes him.
“Please,” he says, more used to that idea than he’d once been.
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He rather suspects he can convince Eggsy that there ought to be different encounters.
As it was, he keeps up that sort of touch. It's pretty, how Eggsy ekes out that little please, but it's not enough to get much more than just a bit of heavy petting. Besides, as much fun as using the crop on him was, he thinks they'll both enjoy this a bit more. Even if what he enjoyed might not quite line up with Eggsy's.
He teased against the head of his cock through his underwear, smearing the wet spot on his skin a little, intent on making it a slightly overwhelming sensation.
"You can do better than that."
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He makes a sound like a whine at Quentin's hand rubbing him too sensitive. Not that he isn't enjoying every humiliating second, though. He makes another sound, half protest, but after all this work up he does want more. Will Quentin give it to him? He has no idea.
"Please," he says again, meaning it a bit more. "Please, I want more'n this."
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Briefly, Quentin considers conjuring a knife out of the VR and cutting Eggsy's underwear off. He doesn't, after a moment of consideration. Maybe another time, when Eggsy will really be able to feel the release of the tension when the fabric rips.
Instead, he puts his hands back on him. Presses in against his back so he has all the weight and warmth of the suit, and those fine leather gloves fondling him. Teasing him.
"You're doing a good job," he sighs against Eggsy's ear, nipping the lobe and tugging slightly.
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“Are you actually gonna fuck me now?” he asks, smile still playing on his lips because he can’t help it, “Cos I would really, really like that.”
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He wraps his hand around Eggsy's cock and strokes him, a teasing touch, a coaxing thing. He fondled his balls a little, gently wrapped his fingers around them and applied just a little pressure, tugging them away from his body.
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If Quentin won’t actually fuck him, fine. Fine! He’ll take just this, too.
The leather of the gloves feels good and soft against his cock, finally giving him more than the teasing from before. His head falls forward against the wall and his hips rock into Quentin’s touch.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
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There is a part of him that wants to fuck Eggsy, but it's certainly not loud enough to get its way. Instead, Quentin's content to work him right until he can feel Eggsy twisting in his hand--and then move his hand off him entirely, gripping his hips to keep him from trying to rub against the wall for relief.
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What does not occur to him — probably stupidly — is that Quentin is going to stop touching him, leaving him amped up and even needier.
“Fuck,” he says, hips struggling to move, though Quentin’s hands keep him still. “Fuck, god, please don’t stop.”
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"You look good like this." There's a bit of a flush down the back of Eggsy's neck and Quentin nuzzles at it a little bit. He wraps his fingers tight around the base of Eggsy's cock and then slowly moves the ring of his fingers up the length of him without lessening the squeeze.
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He groans, maybe a bit at the words because he likes them, but just as much at Quentin's hand on him, tight and slow.
"You really just gonna tease me all afternoon? Come on, this gotta be drivin' you wild, too, yeah?"
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It was, entirely. This was powerful, controlling this. Keeping Eggsy on that desperate edge and dragging it out. Maybe, and Quentin sort of hopes, Eggsy will cry. He seems like he'd look pretty good like that.
Maybe some other time.
He moves his hand a little faster, but still tight. It goes easy, because he supposes it ought to. Leather would catch in the real world, but not here. His other hand comes to Eggsy's ass, squeezing a cheek, fingers working inward until he can tease against his hole.
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It doesn't much matter in the end, though.
The leather on his dick feels much smoother than it probably would if this were live, but it feels good, warmed by his own skin and the friction of it. Quentin isn't keeping his hips from moving now, so they do, though he can't decide whether he wants to just fuck himself into Quentin's hand or push backwards and get more of that finger.
All of this is a lot, and his self-control during sex isn't all that great. He bites his lip, tries to make it less obvious how close he is just so Quentin won't stop. That, and he's trying to avoid asking Dorian's permission for as long as he can.
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The stroking was still slow and heavy and teasing. It was easy to make it a little much, to lean into that desperate edge of not enough and too much all at once. That was a nice place to be.
Quentin scraped his teeth against Eggsy's neck, down to his shoulder. "Don't shut up on my account. You think you're making all that noise outside of this? That everyone can hear you, trying to keep those slutty noises to yourself?"
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