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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

Finally, fucking finally. Alan whimpers again, lips parted against the covers, eyes squeezed shut as Loki works him open. He's never minded a bit of discomfort when he's getting fucked. If anything, the stretch and burn of being not-quite-ready adds to the feeling of overwhelm.

He isn't quite at that point of losing himself yet, though he's getting closer, thank God. The third finger pulls a deep, satisfied groan out of him, and a helpless shudder. He has to shift position a little to keep from grinding his cock against the bed: rutting, the writer's corner of his mind whispers in correction.

“Such lovely sounds you make.” Loki’s voice is low, just above a whisper as he admires Alan in his current state. He thought him handsome when he first saw him up on that stage, but this is so much better. He honestly hopes this isn’t a one time thing for them.

As Alan shifts, Loki hums satisfactorily as he removes his fingers and positions himself behind Alan. It seems the young man is not the only one becoming impatient. Loki places one hand on the small of Alan’s back while he grips his cock with the other, guiding it over Alan’s hole teasingly.

“Do not forget. You are not to move. You are mine to use however and for however long I deem necessary.” He doesn’t wait for a response this time and instead snaps his hips forward, driving in hard and deep on the first thrust.

Alan makes a guttural noise, jolted forward by that thrust. His cock does rub against the bed -- he can feel wetness on the tip, dragged across the fine fabric -- and he bites his lip hard. The pain of his teeth give him something to focus on that isn't the pleasure of Loki taking him, or his own achingly hard prick.

Can the ring actually stop him from coming? He has no idea. All he knows is that Loki is fucking him like he really does own him, and it's glorious. Another thrust knocks another cry out of him, barely muffled by the bed.

Though he doubts it would stave off orgasm forever, Loki is confident that the ring will do its job and keep Alan hard and wanting for as long as Loki wants him to be. One thing he didn’t share with his partner though, is that once he does allow him to come, it will be far more intense than usual. Loki smiles to himself as he thinks about that and continues to drive into Alan at a hard and fast pace.

He wants Alan to call out with every deep thrust, wants to hear exactly how much he wants this. He hopes to hear him begging for release soon enough, even if Loki refuses to give it to him. No, no amount of begging will get him to allow Alan his pleasure any time soon. Loki plans on finishing in him more than once before he’ll consider such things.

After one particularly hard thrust, Loki keeps himself buried to the hilt as he presses himself down across Alan’s back. “I want to hear you. I want you to cry out so that our neighbours may know how well I have fucked you today.”

Alan manages a harsh, helpless "Fuck." It might be that he intended to get all the way to fuck off or fuck you, but whatever it was, the last word is lost in a desperate inhale.

Loki's weight presses him into the bed. Panting, he pushes his hips back -- groans raggedly at the feel of Loki's prick inside him -- and pulls his elbows in underneath him for support. (The fact that Loki told him not to move only a few minutes ago has completely slipped his mind.) There's no way to escape, no chance of squirming free, nothing outside Loki's chest against his back and his cock in his arse and the pounding of their hearts.

Alan Ross stopped believing in God years ago. A childhood of Catholicism has carved deep channels in him, nevertheless, and moments like this feel like martyrdom. The ecstasy of saints, existing simultaneously in profaned bodies and heaven-bound souls. Who could keep himself from crying out, in such circumstances?

He clenches around Loki and moans again. "Fuck, yes."

Rendering the other man near speechless fills Loki with a sense of pride. He doesn’t often go full out like this, but Alan is truly irresistible and he really does seem to enjoy everything they are doing. If the way he pushes back against him, as if he’s trying to make Loki continue moving is sign enough and really, it is more than Loki ever could’ve hoped for.

”I do believe I told you not to move.” There's a bit of a tone of disappointment, but it’s mostly facetious. He doesn’t need Alan to be perfectly still, he simply wants him to stay in this general position. Of course, Alan doesn’t need to know that. “And here I was thinking about letting you come. Too bad, really.”

After that, Loki waits, keeping himself plastered across Alan’s back, holding him still even as his own body wishes to move. And then Alan gives in and he smiles. “Good boy. Louder this time though.” Loki rises to his knees again and returns to his hard and fast pace of fucking Alan into the mattress. Each thrust bringing him closer, he holds onto Alan’s hips, keeping him from moving and he does exactly as promised, using him for his own pleasure.

You are mine to use. Good boy. Perfectly disrespectful. Alan wants to bite something. The only thing close would be his own wrist or the bedclothes themselves -- and the urge disappears as quickly as it came on when Loki picks up his pace again. There's no room in him for the spite and the pleasure and the surrender all at once.

Surrender wins. He does cry out, and louder, his moans mingling with the slap of skin.

In the end, or at least for his first ending, it is Alan letting go and crying out that causes Loki’s first orgasm. As he cry gets louder, Loki’s hips stutter and he finds himself grinding deeply inside him as he moans himself, his cock twitching deep within the other man as his orgasm flows through him. He comes hard, filling him as he grips Alan’s hips to hold him still as he finishes.

Almost immediately, he pulls out and watches Alan’s hole close on nothing. Before it can close completely, Loki presses two fingers inside him again, but does not move them.

”Have you ever experienced a plug before? I think I might like to keep you open for when I wish to use you again.”

Alan shudders when Loki pulls out of him, and then lets out a guttural noise when Loki's fingers open him up again. It takes him a moment to follow the words, to focus on anything except all the places on his skin that feel cold without Loki's body against him, to hear anything other than their heavy breathing and the pounding of his own heart.

"Holy Christ," he rasps, once he's got the sense of it. "All that work just to bottle me up?"

It's rather a weak attempt at sass. He's too needy to come up with something more biting. Terrible word, needy. Accurate, though. The idea of Loki pushing a plug into his arse sends sparks through his limbs.

"Never tried one." Swallowing, he rubs his forehead on the bedspread to wipe away a tickle of sweat. "You'll have me under your thumb front and back, then."

Loki waits patiently for Alan to recover himself enough to respond. In the meantime, he takes great pleasure in watching his physical reactions to what they have done so far. The longer they play, the more Loki hopes this isn’t the only time they get to have such fun. Alan is rather inspiring. Loki thinks he might spend a bit of time trying to think of new and fun ways to play with him again.

”Oh, if I could bottle you up, the fun I could have.” Loki laughs lightly and wiggles his fingers inside of Alan, searching out his prostate in a teasing fashion. He feels rather relaxed himself now, in his post-orgasmic state, but with how needy his partner looks, he knows it won’t take much for him to be ready again.

Cocking his head to the side in thought, Loki slowly begins thrusting his fingers in and out of Alan. “Yes, I suppose that is true. Would that be a problem?” With his free hand he magicks up a simple stainless steel plug. Not overly large, just big enough to make things easier and faster when he wishes to be inside the younger man again. “Take a look and tell me your colour, please.”

When Loki's searching fingers find Alan's prostate, he inhales sharply and then groans. This whole evening is already far better than he could have hoped for when he got hauled up on the auction platform in that ridiculous robe. That Loki keeps bringing new tricks from up his sleeve only adds to it.

"Oh, now I can move?" he mutters. Bracing himself on one elbow, he looks over his shoulder to see what Loki has for him. His face is a sight: curls sweaty and askew, cheeks flushed, lips bitten, eyes incredibly dark.

His eyes lock onto the plug, and he simply can't think of a word. Neither English nor Italian have anything that could convey the way he feels, for the space of a breath, like he's nothing except lust. It's divine. It's the kind of pure and overwhelming rush that he's always chasing in these scenes, a respite from the thoughts usually chasing themselves around his brain. It's nearly as good as orgasm.

"Green." He swallows. "Yes, green. Fine. Fuck. Please."

”Ah, there is it,” Loki says softly, a pleased smile on his face. He rubs a bit harder at Alan’s prostate, wanting to see what more lovely sounds Alan can make. He has not disappointed so far and he doubts he will at all now. This has truly gone so much better than he ever could’ve hoped.

Loki chuckles softly. “Yes, when I instruct you to, you may move.” It’s Loki’s turn to take in a short breath at the sight of Alan. His face is absolutely stunning in his desire and Loki thinks that in the next round, he definitely will want to see his face. He manages to keep his expression rather neutral, but it is a close thing.

”As you wish. Now hold still.” Loki removes his fingers and conjures up more lube to slick up the plug. He doesn’t waste any time as presses it to Alan’s hole and slowly presses it inside him, not stopping until it’s perfectly seated. “There, you look absolutely lovely.” He grins and taps the base of the plug. “Now, lay on your back, I wish to see you.”

Alan hasn't ever worn a plug before, though the concept of phalluses and dilators are familiar enough to him. Mostly in theory, though: the period in his life where he had enough money and privacy to actually own and use such things was fairly brief, sandwiched in between times of poverty and sharing too few rooms with too many family members. Experimenting with something like this with Jack had certainly been on his list -- their list -- before he was spirited away to this place.

But they hadn't gotten there yet. Now, he gasps a little at the coldness of the lube and the metal when it touches him. Loki moves slowly and carefully enough that the stretch never becomes painful; Alan steadies his breathing and relaxes into it. The widest part gets a soft, unnameable sound from him. Then the rest of the plug slides in, easy as you please.

Loki's tap on the base makes him twitch and let out a surprised "Oh." The plug doesn't quite press on his prostate, but he does feel full in a new way. A pleasant way. Brushing sweat off his hairline, he rolls over, splays out on his back with one knee up and the other flopped to the side. His cock is dark with blood and so bloody hard it almost eclipses the sensation of the plug.

If Loki hadn’t thought Alan was attractive before, the way he looks when he rolls over would change that opinion in an instance. His eyes grow dark as he looks him up and down, taking in every curve and plane of his body. No, it isn’t going to take him long to want to be inside him again.

Then he stops to take in just how hard Alan is. “Stunning,” he whispers softly to himself as reaches out to run one finger up his hard shaft. Loki decides there and then that he will let Alan come, at some point, mostly because he can’t imagine anything more beautiful than watching him come undone. His finger continues to drag over his cock, coming up to draw over the dark and angry looking head before sliding back down until he can cup his balls, massaging them gently.

In a moment or two, he’ll get Alan to use his mouth again, bring him to full hardness for round two, but for now he simply wants to play for a moment and see just how on edge he’s made him.

Very. Very on edge. Alan inhales through his nose, his cock twitching until the delicate touch.

"Fuck you," he says -- shaky, almost whining. "Did I tell you already you're a prick?"

”I do believe you already mentioned that, yes.” Loki gives him an amused look as he starts to fully stroke Alan’s erection. It’s hot and so very hard in his hands and Loki is growing more and more interested in watching him come.

”But if you would like me to fuck you again, then I will have to insist you use that wonderful mouth of yours again. Bring me to hardness and I will fuck you once more. Would you like that? To be filled with more of my come?”

The first actual stroke makes Alan feel a little like he's been slapped: the intensity of sensation knocks everything else out of his head for a moment. He can hear Loki talking, saying fuck you again and mouth, but it's like hearing someone talk over the clatter of a train coming into a station.

When Loki's fingers stroke over the head of his cock, they come away wet. Alan can see it. Feel it in how they slide over his skin. Oh, God, he wants Loki to bring him off.

"Loki, Christ, I--" His voice is strained, now, and his thighs are starting to tremble. "Please, if you don't stop, I'll come."

He's certain it will happen, cock ring or no. Either he'll come or he'll go mad. Maybe both at once. He genuinely doesn't know whether he wants to be obedient or defiant, and the conflict is written all over his expression.

“Oh no, my dear boy, have I pushed you too far? I think I might need you to give me your colour.” Perhaps as a mercy, Loki stops stroking him, if only to lick his fingers clean of Alan’s wetness. He hums around his fingers, enjoying the taste.

It’s no longer a question in Loki’s mind. He will let Alan come, but he wants it to happen while he’s buried inside him again, wants to feel Alan clench around him as he gives into the pleasure Loki has supplied. And more than anything, he wants to watch Alan’s face has it happens. In fact, he wants it so much, he’s already mostly hard again himself.

It is a relief when Loki pulls his hand away, except for all the ways that it makes Alan want to curse and beg. His eyes follow Loki's hand all the way to Loki's mouth, and a soft whimper escapes him as he watches Loki's fingers disappear between his lips.

"I'm -- God, I'm--" He swallows and says uncertainly, "Green." He licks his lips, raising a hand to push his hair back. "You said something about my mouth."

From the look he’s getting from Alan, Loki’s starting to think that as much as he would like to keep this going all night, that might be a bit too much for the younger man. A shame, though Loki does wonder if Alan might be up to increasingly long sessions with him. He would not mind at all seeing how long he could keep Alan going.

”I did indeed. Kneel on the floor again please, facing the bed. I would like you to use your mouth to make me fully hard so I may take you again.” He sounds polite, but they both know he’s not asking.

No, not asking at all. This time, Alan doesn't raise any protest; he levers himself up to sitting, his eyelashes fluttering as the plug shifts inside him, and slides off the bed. Settling onto his knees and sitting on his heels causes another distracting shift. He clenches around the plug without meaning to, and catches his breath as he looks up at Loki.

He feels -- and probably looks -- half-drunk on sensation and tension. That word needy floats through his mind again, and he swallows hard again. He is needy. He doesn't just want Loki's cock in his mouth, God, no, that would be too dignified. He needs it.

"Loki," Alan says, but nothing else. It's not a protest or warning, just the other man's name, and it leaves his lips parted in invitation.

As Alan moves, Loki watches him carefully, his lips twitching into a soft smirk as Alan clearly reacts to the shifting plug. Oh yes, that was the perfect toy of choice, he thinks. It brings them both pleasure, the physical feeling of still being full for Alan and the knowledge that he will be ready for the taking again whenever Loki wishes.

The neediness only makes him more beautiful, in Loki’s opinion. He would happily see him like this again and again. Loki can’t help but wonder just how far he could push things with Alan. Perhaps not tonight, but over the course of time. Could he get him to agree to being his cock-warmer? Would he be willing to spend an extended amount of time with him where he was simply ready and waiting for whenever Loki chose to use him?

So many wonderful options, but for now he concentrates on the scene before him. “You are truly beautiful like this, do you know that?” Loki speaks softly as he reaches out to cup Alan’s cheek. He holds it for a moment, thumb stroking gently over his flushed cheek. Really, could tonight have gone any better? “Now, I do believe it is time for you to get to work. Hands behind your back, please.” His free hand grips the base of his cock so he can help aim it to Alan’s mouth while the other slips from his cheek back into his hair where he grips tightly and begins to urge him forward.

Keeping Alan from getting bored of being obedient and causing trouble might present a challenge, but hey, they could work something out.

The compliment startles Alan -- the sincerity of it, the gentleness of Loki's hand on his face. His heart thuds. Too many emotions are suddenly threatening to rattle out of his rib cage: gratitude, fear, longing for someone who isn't here, shame, pleasure, annoyance he can't think of what to say in return, humor that they've found themselves in these positions somehow, guilt that he wants to stay in them all night, if Loki will have him.

What a relief, then, to feel Loki's hand tighten in his hair. Everything simplifies in an instant. No need for him to think about or feel anything but desire.

Alan doesn't pause, moving forward and moaning when the head of Loki's cock hits the back of his throat. His hands go up to rest on the mattress on either side of Loki's knees, though it isn't clear whether this is deliberate contrariness or just lack of balance.

Isn’t that the best part? Alan being a bit of a brat and misbehaving had been half the fun of the beginning of the night, but honestly Loki would take what he could get. Not that he would say that to Alan. Wouldn’t want to ruin the illusion.

It’s fascinating, watching all those emotions roll across Alan’s face. Loki doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything quite like it before and he feels slightly honoured that Alan would show him so much, even if it is by accident. Loki isn’t naive enough to think it’s all because of him. Everyone has their emotional baggage, and they only have just met, but seeing all this just makes Loki like him more.

But he isn’t actually here to torture him and based on their interactions so far this evening, Loki guesses that this isn’t what Alan intended when he agreed to this little scene. A thought he believes he proves when Alan looks almost relieved when Loki is rough with him again.

The moment Alan’s mouth wraps around his cock, Loki no longer cares where the other man’s hands are so long as he doesn’t try to control the pace. Right now Alan’s job is to give in and let Loki take control. Nothing more, nothing less. And that feels like exactly what he’s getting when he feels himself hit the back of his throat.

“Yes, that’s it. Show me just how much you can take.” His grip tightens further as he gently starts to push Alan’s head down further.

Alan inhales hard through his nose before sinking further under the pressure. He can -- and by God, he will -- take all of this, take every inch of cock into his throat and give every ounce of control to Loki's hands. For now, at least. Maybe in a few minutes he'll change his mind.

That will be something for them to deal with then, if it happens. For now, he wants to be used. He wants to be useful. And he is clearly very practiced at this particular use. Loki can keep him down for a notable stretch before Alan starts to need air, and his tongue and throat and lips are working the entire time.

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