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TDM 05

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS ► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS ► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS ► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION ► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS ► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE ► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST ► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK ► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST ► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES ► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS ► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA ► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS ► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX ► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Loki watches Alan flounder. He holds onto his blank expression, keeping up the appearance of a true dominant even as he pays attention to every detail, trying to make sure he hasn’t actually frightened the man.

It becomes apparent fairly quickly that though he definitely startled him, Alan doesn’t appear to be truly afraid or any worse for wear. Good. That is good.

As he seems to collect himself, Loki starts slowly moving closer to Alan until he’s practically standing over him, glaring down at him. The answer he gets on colour only makes Loki smile, though it isn’t one of his nicer ones. Loki leans down until his face is right in Alan’s and tsks.

“Oh, I see I overestimated your intelligence. You have three seconds to give me a proper answer, or you will not like how this ends.” Whether that means Loki leaves or doesn’t let Alan come for a long time, he hasn’t quite decided yet, though the second would be a lot more fun.

The insult hits with as much of a start as the magic did, but transmutes immediately into heat that flushes through Alan's cheeks and cock. He digs his fingers into the carpet, breath coming faster.

"Fuck you," he snaps. "Green. Verdigris," he adds, in the poshest accent he can manage. "Is that a proper answer?"

The flush causes Loki to smirk knowingly, but he does not pull back or disengage in any way. It is quite a beautiful look on the man though and he hopes to be able to continue down this path.

“Hmm, I do not know if you are deserving of a fuck, though I can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy myself. Let’s say we take this one step at a time, shall we? As for your answer, it will suffice, for now, but do not test me. Now, shall we try this again?”

Fuck. Never in Alan's life did he think he'd meet more than one man who could step into this role for him: the carefully crafted implicit threat that makes his body hum, the condescension that makes him throb with want. The line is so thin, and here's Loki plucking it like a harp player. Alan tries not to shiver, tightening his fingers even further in the rug.

"Try what?" It comes out less defiant than it could have. "You've got me on my knees already. What's your next step?"

Try as he might, Loki can see how this is affecting Alan and he loves it. It really is a stunning look on the other man. Apparently choosing to help him out of the auction situation has been one of the best decisions he’s made in a while.

“It is good of you to ask. Sit up more, fully on your knees, undo my pants and show me what else you can do with that lovely mouth of yours.” Loki’s eyes glint in arousal. He’s already half hard himself so at least Alan will know how interested he is.

Alan gives him a searingly resentful look, but he does as he's told without any further swearing. In fact, the alacrity with which he obeys suggests eagerness. Sitting up puts him right in front of Loki's groin; he reaches out to put his hands on Loki's thighs, drawing them up to the front of his trousers.

At which point, his eagerness turns into puzzlement. Alan has undone men's clothing from this angle before -- that's not the problem.

He's just never encountered a zipper.

It's not a terribly complicated gadget, thankfully, so he's only stymied for a minute or so. When he does get Loki's cock out, finally, he leans in and gives a long, slow, dragging lick, from base to tip, his eyes fixed up on Loki's face.

Then, very dry: "Color?"

The resentful look doesn’t deter Loki. He’s seen past the mask now and knows just how much this is working for the both of them. He lets out an almost silent sigh at the feel of warm hands through this trousers, his eyes never wavering from Alan’s face for a moment.

Zippers weren’t exactly a common thing on Asgard either, but Loki has every faith that Alan will figure it out. He waits with the patience of a saint and it is definitely worth it when he feels Alan’s hot and wet tongue dragging up his length.

“Very green, you lovely little miscreant. Please, continue.” There’s just a hint of strain in his voice, his eyes already dark with want even as he holds still, wanting to allow Alan some freedom to show off his skills. At least for now.

No need to tell him twice. This time he fails entirely to hide the shiver, even as he wraps one hand around the base of Loki's cock and dips his head to lick and suck him to full hardness. His own cock is stiff under his robe, but he ignores it -- what a feat, to ignore it -- in favor of sinking a little further into the scenario at hand. Bought at auction for an ungodly price, and now expected to provide money's worth--

Granted, Loki didn't say any of that, but Alan is nothing if not creative when it comes to filling in gaps with his own filth.

Loki's cock in his mouth, when he takes it in, is that perfect contrast of hardness wrapped in soft skin. Alan's eyes drop closed, and he shifts his hand to grip Loki's hip as he moves in further, deeper. This is a skill, and one he's almost as proud of as his writing.

One thing is becoming quite obvious as Loki watches his cock, now fully hard, disappear further and further into Alan’s mouth, and that’s that this man had not lied to him. He is very good with his mouth.

A low hum of approval escapes him as he runs his fingers through Alan’s unkempt hair and holds on. His grip isn’t tight, but it is encouraging, gently urging him to take him in deeper, needing to know just how much he can take.

“You are so beautiful like this.” Loki’s voice comes out in hushed tones as he tries to keep steady. It’s hard though, with such a lovely sight before him. “Could you take it all? Could I use your mouth like I wish to use the rest of you?”

The encouragement of Loki's hands is well taken: Alan squeezes Loki's hip, adjusts how he's kneeling, and takes his cock as deep as he can, nudging into his throat. That's where he is when Loki speaks.

Use your mouth. Alan feels his own prick jump, and he has to pull back hastily so that he doesn't choke thanks to his own sudden need. He falls back on his heels, lips shining with spit and eyes shining with desire.

"Yes," he rasps. "Yes. God, use me."

The look he directs up to Loki now, flushed and breathing hard as he is, is all desire, the sarcasm temporarily quieted. What a relief it'll be to lose himself in this. However this magician wants to make use of him, he finds himself ready to give over to -- with that "red" tucked in the back of his mind.

There's a brief moment when Loki thinks he should correct Alan for stopping without permission, but as he gazes down at his flushed cheeks and spit slicked lips, Loki loses his words. No, he's starting to think that actions right now is a much better option. The only problem now is deciding just what he wants to do first.

"Your wish is my command, dear." Loki grips his hair again, now moving on pure instinct as he roughly pulls him straight again. "Stand and strip. I wish to see you."

Yes, this is good, this is what he wants. To explore every inch of his new toy.

Alan makes a protesting noise when Loki pulls him up by his hair, staggering to his feet. He doesn't object, though, even though he glares at Loki while he starts to undo the belt nipping in the robe.

The thing is skimpy. Once the belt is undone, it's really only held on him by one shoulder. Alan reaches up to undo the pins holding the robe there and hesitates, finding himself momentarily nervous. The robe isn't much, but it's some kind of protection against -- what?

Shame. Vulnerability. His own want. Things you get thrown out of Eden for.

Biting his lip, he unpins the robe; lets it drop around his feet, and stands there naked, cheeks going hot. He's on the slim side, small compared to Loki's height, and his hands fall to his sides as the robe falls away. They flex there, uncertainly. A scattering of hair dusts his chest, lighter than his head, or the curls between his legs where his cock is rising, embarrassingly hard.

All the glare accomplishes is a small and knowing smirk from Loki. He’s sure now that Alan knows the rules and if he were really so put off by such things, he would’ve called out yellow or red. Since none of that has happened, Loki merely stands there, arms crossed as he watches him begin to disrobe.

Loki notes the hesitation, but waits it out. He doesn’t yet know the source of it as it is clear that Alan also is enjoying himself if the erection he can see through the thin material of the robe is anything to go by, so he waits to see what the other man will do next. Finish or leave.

His smile widens when the robe finally falls to the ground. Loki makes quite a show of dragging his eyes up and down Alan’s body, even walks around him to see him from every angle. And oh yes, the younger man is definitely enjoying this.

As he makes his way back around to stand in front of him, Loki moves directly into his personal space and wraps one hand tightly around Alan’s hardness, giving it one, firm stroke. “Now, one thing I must insist on is that you do not come until I tell you. If, and when I decide you have performed adequately, I will let you finish. Otherwise, it is only my orgasms that matter.” He purposely pluralizes there just for emphasis, though he isn’t against coming more than once during this. “You are mine to use as I please. Understood? If you think this might be a problem, please let me know now. I have some things that can help if you need.”

By the time Loki finishes his circuit, Alan's heart is beating so hard he imagines people can hear it in the hallway. Certainly he can feel the throb of it in his cock. He feels abject, and they've hardly started.

His breath hitches in-out when Loki starts to move into his space, then goes in as a rough gasp at the stoke on his prick. His hips jerk forward uncontrollably.

"You can't -- you can't be serious," Alan manages, a note of pleading in his voice. Jack has threatened him with this before, knowing what the idea does to Alan, but they both tend to get sufficiently distracted by each other that he's never gone through with drawing Alan's orgasm out more than a few minutes. If Loki intends to deny Alan for long enough that Alan might need help of some kind--

Fuck, he's good.

"And if I do come?"

Part of Loki can't quite believe how wonderfully reactive Alan is. Somehow they seem to have gotten on the same page right off the bat and that alone is pretty rare. Usually this kind of thing takes time and nuance, but Loki feels like he's in lock-step with this man he just met.

And he's loving every last second of it.

He doesn't know if Alan has noticed, considering how distracted he seems, but Loki is not unaffected himself. He has to bite his lip against a groan just from how Alan reacts to him. The way his hips jerk into his touch, the tone of his voice as he speaks. It's just all so... beautiful.

"I'm afraid I am very serious." He squeezes a little tighter around the base of Alan's prick, just a warning note. "My personal preference is a good spanking, but since this is our first time, I am willing to entertain any ideas you may have. Or, we can avoid all of that." Loki smiles almost softly and with a wave of green, produces and holds up a simple black leather cock ring with metal snaps for size adjustments in his free hand. "Have you ever used one of these before?"

Given how recently Loki's cock was in Alan's mouth, he does have some idea of how much Loki is enjoying things. The nuances are somewhat lost on him at the moment, though.

The mention of spanking makes a flicker of distaste that's not quite in character cross Alan's face. Sustained pain has never appealed to him as much as the threat of it, although corporal punishment has appeared in more than one of his stories. Trying to think of a more enjoyable consequence is difficult with a hand on his cock, though.

And evidently there are other options. His gaze flicks to the cock ring. "No, ah, I can't say I have. Heard of 'em." He licks his lips. "Do they work?"

The look of distaste tells Loki all he needs to know and he nods. “Okay then, no spanking.”

Loki just watches then, waiting to see if Alan can make his brain work under current circumstances and what he might think of the cock ring. He’s happy to see he gets a bit better reaction this time.

“I have found them to be quite helpful, yes. Would you like to put it to the test?”

Alan runs his tongue over his lower lip again, considering, and nods.

"Why not. When in Rome, an' all."

It'll be good research, along with any other benefits.

That is the exact response Loki had hoped for. With a grin, he steps in closer and wraps his hand around Alan’s cock, stroking him slowly but with purpose. He wants to make sure he’s fully hard before he puts the ring in place.

“I do not think you will regret it. I know I certainly will not.” Anything to have this session go for as long as possible. Loki is far too intrigued by the younger man to not want to try out a few things before they are done for the day.

Alan inhales shakily, tipping his head back to watch Loki's face rather than his hands. He knows what that hand is doing, after all. It's difficult to miss.

"Easy for you to say." His voice comes out strained. The actual physical sensation of having his prick stroked to hardness feels good, but the deliberateness of the way Loki handles him turns it into something more complicated and erotic. He knows he won't be allowed to come, after all. This isn't an act of generosity: it's to make him into a properly motivated toy. The thought makes his mouth water, and sends a counter-productive throb through his stomach and cock.

"And how many orgasms are you planning to not regret?"

Alan's reaction to his touch is simply wonderful. So receptive and quite beautiful. He already knows he's going to want to do this with Alan again. And next time he'll be better prepared.

Loki grins at that. "I suppose. Though perhaps if it turns out you do not regret this, it will go some way towards you trusting me more." Loki would like that. And part of him thinks that there is already a little trust, since Alan seems to be receptive to everything they've done so far. He continues to stroke him, feeling him harden and twitch in his hand. More than the physical reaction though, it is the quaver in Alan's voice. It did things to Loki.

"Well, I cannot say I've decided yet. I would guess it depends on how well you behave." He smiles almost gently as he snaps the ring into place snuggly. "Is that okay?" He's referring both to his answer and the fit of the ring.

The sensation of the ring around his cock is -- odd. Not painful, nor even exactly uncomfortable, but not comfortable, either. It feels like having someone squeeze his cock just a bit tighter than he would to bring himself off. When he glances down, the sight of the ring, and his cock dark with blood compared to Loki's pale, clever fingers, makes him swallow roughly.

"'Sall right," he confirms. When he lifts his gaze back to Loki's face, his eyes are so dark they're almost black.

The question of trust, he leaves aside for now. Not because he doesn't trust Loki with his body -- if he didn't, he wouldn't have had Loki's cock down his throat, even briefly. Saying so feels like another layer of vulnerability, though, one he hesitates to strip away yet. Actions ought to be as loud as words in this case, though, he figures.

"I am behaving, aren't I," he continues, letting a hint of sullen embarrassment into his tone. "I can behave just as well on my feet as on my knees."

Not that he'd mind being put back on his knees.

If there’s one thing Loki has always enjoyed, whether it be during sex or any other activity, it is watching people. He likes to see how they react to what he does and Alan, so far, has been a delight. It’s rare these things come together so well so quickly and Loki plans on enjoying every last second of it.

“Colour?” Alan’s words lead him to believe it is likely green, but Loki wants to maintain their structure. It is no good to set a rule in place only to immediately discard it.

Loki does not expect an answer about the trust, but he did want to put the idea out there. He is well aware of how hard it is to gain trust, partly because he does not trust so easily himself. He actually respects Alan even more for not answering.

“Yes, so far. Beautifully actually. I do hope it continues.” Loki smiles slyly at him as if he expects these boundaries might be pushed. “Okay then, on the bed, on your knees face down, arms out in front of you.”

"Green," Alan says, nodding. The cock ring may not be as pleasurable as Loki's hand, but it isn't painful.

And it does rather highlight the way Alan's cock twitches again at the instruction. He glances across the room towards the bed. It's a huge, luxurious thing, frothy with pillows and silky sheets and gilt details that echo the gold laurels twining Alan's limbs. The headboard is intricately wrought wood that may or may not have been designed with restraints in mind: certainly there are enough gaps and curlicues between the posts to satisfy a creative deviant with a bit of rope, or someone who just wants a handhold during rigorous activity.

Alan's first instinct on being given a direction is to pull out another make me. He finds himself moving towards the bed instead. He doesn't want another disorienting spell cast on him, he rationalizes -- and he's ravenously curious what Loki will do to him next. For the look of the thing, he does drag his feet, and wen he gets onto the bed he gives Loki another petulant look over his shoulder. When he settles onto his haunches and puts his hands out in front of him, he's stretching the definition of "face down": his back is bowed forward, but it's less child's pose and more just ... sitting.

Edited (just being a writer about it don't mind me) 2024-12-10 06:04 (UTC)

“Excellent.” Loki smiles, almost like he’s proud and he supposes in a way, he is. It’s nice to see how quickly Alan has come along with this new rule.

Besides, the ring looks lovely on him.

It’s not Loki’s first time in one of these elaborate suites, but it also isn’t a room he’s familiar with. He can appreciate the sheer size of the bed though, and Alan is not the only one to admire the possible uses of that headboard. He just hopes it’s as sturdy as it appears as he has every intention of putting it to the test.

As Loki follows Alan to the bed, the remainder of his own clothing disappears in a shimmer of green. His own erection stands up, hitting his navel, the red of the head near brushing his own navel, though if you were to look at Loki’s face, he might appear calm and unbothered.

He watches Alan get into position (if he could really call it that) and waits a moment before approaching. With a gentle touch, he slides one hand down Alan’s back and over his ass before he starts to manually manipulate him into the position he wants. He’ll start by trying to spread his legs further, giving him a sturdier base and if Alan doesn’t fight him on that, he’ll move on to try and position his arms in front of him.

As he works, he says nothing, but Alan might notice him humming softly under his breath.

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