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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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But that question brought Dorian to pause. He lifted his head, mouth laying a few stray kisses in the journey from throat to jaw, up to Alucard's pretty mouth, before he leaned back in a straddled perch. It sounded so truly tormented.
He found he wanted to give it a truthful answer. One with all of his attention. Dorian lowered himself to a bent elbow on the bed, lengthening his body, their chests in warm contact. It was a struggle to pull himself out of the narrow haze of pleasure, and even at that he wasn't entirely successful. His expression was gentler in recognition of Alucard's inexperience. Better to consider it that than something more suggestive of compatibility and romanticism. Physical desire would be easier to understand.]
Mmm. Not usually, as much as I'd like to hope so. I... was not expecting to find you so irresistible. [Dorian's bronze-skinned fingers stroked stray threads of golden hair from the vampire's face.] I won't break you. Not unless you request it of me. If it's too much, I'd ask you to let me know.
[His free hand fetched the lubricant, working to spread some across his knuckles, then reached for the hand on his hip and intertwined slender white fingers in a slippery clutch. He brought their handhold up briefly to kiss the dry inner skin of Alucard's wrist, before leading down behind the curve of his own ass. If allowed, he was more than content to direct Alucard to the hot crease of his hole. Already a shiver took him over. Dorian leaned, mouth seeking an ear.]
But now, I'd very much like to feel these beautiful fingers inside of me.
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When he managed to summon the words they were the ghost of syllables, private and soft, just for Dorian’s ears. ]
I don’t think I have it in me to tell you to stop.
[ Of course he didn’t want to be broken in two but perhaps if it was Dorian who was doing the breaking then it wouldn’t be so terrible. No, less of a cold, hard snap and more of a persistent wearing and tearing; a slow bend that would give way into a rapturous, pleasure-filled submittance.
Just as he submitted to Dorian now.
How he wanted to lay his soul as open as his body, if he drank his blood then let Dorian devour what shadow of a soul it was he possessed.
He felt so grateful that those soft grey eyes of his weren’t looking at him now as he verged on the edge of his fantasties. How he felt the delicate, supple texture of Dorian’s most private places, the firm curve of his buttocks and then that tender stretch of skin between them. His fingers trembled, not with fear or nervousness but with anticipation. The painful, tantalizing wait had brought him to a pique of excitement.
The tapered, slick tip of his middle finger eased its way inside him, followed by a very vocal moan. The grip around the digit a cruel, wicked taste of what his crotch now ached for. He inched the finger in, bit by bit, exploring, educating himself.
Another moan, heavier and lower than the first, this teasing too cruel, it was too heartless to make him measure his desire like this. He felt pressure around the second of three knuckles of his finger and he shivered so hard Dorian would have doubtless felt it. ]
Y..you--[ It was almost accusatory. ]--you are the irresistible one. I ache with desire.
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No? Even after those displays of strength you gave before? Surely you've more will than you know.
[It was a tease, even as he found himself strung with threads of tension at the first breach of a fingertip at his hole. Not new, not even unfamiliar, yet such an intimate invasion that he'd almost forgotten how it felt to surrender this private part of himself over to someone else. And someone he'd only just met. Dorian could never claim he was very wise - only that he had such a fatal weakness for beautiful men, even those whose teeth had bitten him twice now in claiming hunger.
His head bent down, brow resting on the tuck of a shoulder. Dark lashes fluttered at the burn of that knuckle. It felt so acutely good, even at the tight band of resistance, the sort of carnality he craved. Dorian's fingers loosened where they now held that thin, pale wrist, trailing briefly over the elegant forearm, reaching his bicep, squeezing there.]
You can give me more. I certainly won't break.
[And Maker, he wanted more, that ache for penetration undiluted in the moment, only getting hotter. A dry palm spanned down Alucard's tight abdomen to the crux of his thighs and beneath his own seat in his lap to feel the shape of his cock beneath fabric. A thumb toyed with the tab of the zipper, eyes on that rapt face. He always liked to see the effects of such attention.]
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Alucard so longed to say something clever back, to snap an equally witty and charming response to him, but his lust was too strong and all that came out of him was another longing moan. The need in its tone ripe and tender, his eyes rolling back as they closed and his mouth agape, perfect white teeth and fangs framed by delicate, pink lips. The hunger in him felt insatible, he didn’t just want to fuck Dorian he wanted to consume him completely.
Another moan, this one almost pained. He was holding back, restricted. He felt lightheaded and confined, as though still drugged. His senses hypersensitive because of Dorian’s ceaseless temptations. The invitation to have more of him taken, a second finger eased its way in as he drew the first back. Slow at first, cautious and precise, but as he felt his palm flush against his behind the movement became rhythmic and stronger. Less calculated and more carnal; fingers fucking him and thoughts turning wild at just how that would feel on his cock.
His cock which was painfully constricted and begging to be released from the confines of his trousers. ]
… touch me.
[ He pleaded, his voice no more than a dry whisper. ]
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The beg was met with a sly and gratified smirk, Dorian leaning to press a brief kiss to that proud, sharp jawline.]
You need only ask.
[Deft fingertips worked open a tight button and zipper, thumbing it down in a metallic purr, sliding past fabric to take Alucard's cock into a soft palm. He could feel the girth of it, hot to the touch, eyes slipping closed with a small sigh. All the while those thick knuckles continued to work him open - his mind felt torn between both, imagining one in place of the other, desperately longing for that physical connection of their bodies joined. He gave a thorough stroke to the full, rigid flesh, palm cupping up over the crowned head as he explored the shape, worked it harder, eyes reopening to watch the vampire's face through the veil of his own lashes.]
Has no one truly ever touched you? A shame. [He squeezed, a tighter grasp around Alucard's dick, enough to feel it throb. He hung close, voice ragged where it pressed into Alucard's jawline.] Perhaps it's selfish to admit I'm glad to be the first.
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And did it ever show. The silent release of expectations put him at a never before seen ease. Whilst there was a sexual tension building in him, of course, there was a sort of free-spirited enjoyment of their bodies, pleasure without the pressure, without the requirements.
Dorian may have even heard a soft, melodic sigh at his lips on his jaw, may have seen the tiny sliver of gold eyes opening, blond lashes framing and softening their gaze. He had never felt like this before, never known such warmth and intimacy, the slightest of touches from Dorian were electric, sending shivers along his skin and making the near-invisible blonde hair on the back of his neck and arms stand on end. Vampires were known to have keen senses, and these heightened perceptions were not limited to combat - he felt stronger than most too.
But that expert grip on his cock brought on new, intense waves of pleasure, maybe Dorian would've sensed that much, but if he didn't the faltering of his touch on Dorian and the quiver of his breathing would've shown him how deeply he was affecting him. The small, pleasured sounds gently tumbling from those parted lips were exquisite, otherworldly, he was swollen with pleasure and delight, more than once did he tighten, tensing his muscles, clearly holding back from a long-teased climax.
This ravenous, violent beast was pliant to the mage’s will, hungry for each touch, every stroke. As he forced himself back into some semblance of composure and his attention went back to his fingers, curling and exploring Dorian. Pulling back the digits he couldn’t stop himself from blindly stroking Dorian’s entrance to see if it had changed under his attention, stroking lazy circles with the tips of his fingers and the smooth oval of his glass-like nails against that most delicate of flesh. The touch agonisingly slow and delicate, curious and new.
Finally he responded in more than moans, his voice raw with desire. ]
No one… would dare to, until you that is.
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Gray eyes drifted to the vampire's rapt expression, gauging. Clever fingertips slipped lower on his cock until they circled the base to keep any threat of climax on its edge. Denying it to Alucard too soon.]
Until me. And now I have you.
[Those exploratory fingers made Dorian's lashes fall low, mouth half-parted, tongue wetting his own lips in one smooth sweep. He shuddered at the pleasure of being stretched and played with, delicate blunted nails at the rim of his hole, abdomen drum-tight and thigh muscles clenched. It was not enough to satisfy that ache to be filled to the brim. One strong arm looped underneath Alucard's back and coaxed him to sit up on the bed, so their chests met in a press of warm skin, to bring their mouths together in a slide of damp heat. He kissed him hard and grazed across sharp incisors with the tip of a tongue. A gentle hand steered the fingers loose from his body before returning to grip Alucard's cock.
Then, with a shift of weight, eyes never straying from that beautiful face, he slid them together like a key fitting into a tight lock. He felt that first push in and the burn of penetration up his spine, the sudden sensation of fullness as he settled himself over Alucard's lap. His arm kept Alucard upright against him. There was no movement, only tense seconds of still adjustment as he breathed deep inhales and got used to the feeling of being stretched open for the first time in so long. Dorian leaned to nose along the curve of a jaw up to a delicate ear, voice thick.]
Tell me if it's too much.