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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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Hawke has clearly done this a few times before. Some see his muscular frame, the assumed ferociousness of his appearance and reputation, and might guess that he prefers a more dominant position. In fact, "obedient" isn't far off-- not in that he'll mindlessly follow orders, but in that he's rather game to please, however his partner of the moment prefers it. He's easy, he'd say, and happy to adapt.
His head bobs, taking Dorian deeper into his mouth with each, stroking the base of his shaft with his fingers as he settles into a nice steady rhythm. If Dorian should like to do a little more rutting, he'll certainly adapt.
All the while, when they're not closed in concentration, his warm brown eyes watch Dorian.]
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The view is worthwhile alone, that sight of his cock swallowed down into a hot and wet mouth, the dark of Hawke's head between his legs, those eyes peering up at him in obedient lust. Dorian feels the tight arousal clench in his gut. That coarse beard chafes the inside of thighs with each pull of lips and tongue, new and attractive to him, a sort of masculinity impossible to ignore. He's aching, cock leaking into the seal of that gorgeous mouth. The weight of Hawke's gaze is like the press of a brand.
Well, if he's being watched, he'll make sure he looks good.
Voice humming around a moan, hips twitch up again, more eager to be taken as deep as Hawke can fit him, to test the limits of what he can manage. He stretches in one elegant line on the couch, sure to maintain eye contact through black lashes, licking his own parted lips wet, hair mussed where his head is pressed to the cushions.]
You look, mm... absolutely incredible between my legs.
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Only, it's better. It's someone he likes and finds incredibly attractive. He's fun and flirty and now Hawke has all his attention. And on top of that, Hawke's got him in his mouth so he can lavish that attention right back. He's always loved sucking cock, tasting another man, driving him wild so he can think of nothing else in the moment. And Dorian's easily the hottest man he's been with in a long, long time. All that fine body and brown skin looks amazing laid out against his couch, and he's frankly still surprised a guy like this took any interest in him.
Granted, Dorian already knew who he was, but knowing who he was and thinking he was attractive enough to flirt with were two different things.
Working Dorian deeper and deeper does not entirely rob the pleased smile from his face, particularly at the compliment. He holds him near his throat for a second, swallowing around him, hoping to drag another smile or a lovely little sound out of him. When he takes a moment to breathe, he lifts away and murmurs with the tip of him still pressed to his lips.]
And you taste as good as you look.
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He does want to communicate some of that appreciation, though, fingers carding through thick dark hair as he nudges that tip against the wet corner of Hawke's lips. It's a deliberate gesture, as if to ask why he dared to stop. A hand slips down to take a hold on Hawke's beard and tug. Not with enough pressure to force, but suggestive in its demand. That he wants to fill Hawke's throat again with every intention of fucking it to completion.]
You shouldn't speak with your mouth full. Has no one ever taught you any manners?
[A playful lilt colors his tone, a teasing little reprimand as he turns a dark smile down the length of his own body. He can feel that beginning tightness of pressure in his own belly; it won't be much longer now.]
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[He rolls and presses his head against those nice fingertips like a cat (or a dog, more appropriately.) Using the touch as guidance, he obediently parts his lips and takes his cock in again, easily sliding down as far as he can take it. The sly and shameless smile only leaves when his mouth is too full to accommodate it.
Taking the hint (and absolutely loving the tug on his beard) he braces the palm of his hand on Dorian's hip and bobs his head, pleasuring him all the way up and down, letting out lewd moaning and sucking sounds. He can be as rough as he likes, but he doesn't need to ask twice for Hawke to finish him off in that hot mouth of his. ]
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And Hawke certainly sounds incredible. Those wet, slick noises are little obscene matched by the breathy quality of his own voice - he's not an overly loud person in bed. He can be performative and evocative, but underneath Hawke's ministrations he finds himself a bit more honest, occasional moans low and throaty when Hawke's lips graze across the very tender tip. Neither is he too rough; the hand that tightens into dark hair is firm and directive, keeping Hawke's mouth full more often than not, but it won't force.
It reaches a point where there's nothing in mind at all but the feel of that mouth between his legs. The tension builds in his belly, knees curling up, head angled back on the cushions. He doesn't think of a warning; Hawke will feel it in the tightening of his body, a taut abdomen flinching at the first tug of orgasm, cock stiff and steadily leaking over that clever tongue. He gasps through the shivery finish, spilling hot and slick, body overcome by lassitude in the aftermath, knuckles thoughtlessly petting through dark hair.]
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He doesn't say anything at first, looking up at Dorian with a positively cute expression of pride on.]
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You look rather satisfied with yourself.
[He tugs with that hold on Hawke's jaw, fingers curled into the thick of his beard, the gesture meaning to coax him up the length of his body so they can lay together more aligned.]
Share some of that infamous Fereldan body heat, won't you?
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The hair's for extra warmth, you know.
[From here, he can easily lean in and start kissing him again, playfully lazy about it.]
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When he breaks, it's to take in a slow breath.]
I won't be a selfish man. Is there something you'd like of me?
[He presses their hips together in a leisurely, unhurried grind.]
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Maker, he likes this man. It's probably showing all over his dumb grinning face as he reciprocates that gentle grind.]
Anything you want-- [No, Hawke, it's what you want. Though the reassurance he's not selfish is nice.] Just don't let me get cold.
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You shouldn't leave it up to my imagination, or we'll be here all night. [His smirk is wicked. Blunt nails drag down Hawke's back, gently, then over his ass (with a deliberately firm grope) and lower, as far as he can reach, squeezing the upper part of his thighs. The man is a wall of solid muscle and bristly, cuddly hairiness and he doesn't want to leave it.] Besides, weren't you supposed to be the naturally warm one?
[He encourages Hawke to grind up against the flat of his own stomach for frustrating friction.]
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I'd be happy with your hand. [Simple, perhaps, but it also means he doesn't have to pull away or fumble around or get anywhere out of Dorian's delicious reach. He'll lie here hump his leg all night, if it meant he got to keep this contact between them for a while longer. ]
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[Easy to oblige, a warm hand slipping between the press of their bodies to pull at the thin fabric of Hawke's smallclothes - those strange boxers native to this world - freeing the hard line of his cock from its cloth prison. He takes him into a firm hold, enjoying the heat of velvety skin, another kiss engaged between their wet mouths, eyes low-lidded and in thrall of this intimacy.
He pulls away only long enough to tip Hawke partway onto his back, a bare leg thrown over both of his knees, then lick his own palm until he has it satisfyingly wet. Fingers return to circle tight around Hawke's cock, the slickness allowing a much smoother friction. His dark gaze never strays far from Hawke's face.]
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Lying like that, utterly content, he surrenders himself to Dorian and his practiced hand. He resists the urge to grind his hips or do anything but touch him back and occasionally lean in to kiss wherever he can reach, whether it be his lips, face, or just his shoulder. Dorian's gaze is intense and intimate, and he refuses to ever look away for long.]