TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 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

Comments

[the_roman]

And just like that his neediness turns into a bolt of hot, exultant anger at being denied. Alan makes a sound of frustration that's almost a growl as his fingers dig into the edge of the bed, and his lips start to form a furious curse against the head of Loki's cock until Loki surprises him by pushing back into his mouth. The thrusts are rough, barely giving Alan time to relax his throat. If his teeth scrape on Loki's skin, so be it; Alan takes as much pleasure in that small retribution as he does in the punishing shove of prick against his tongue.

Then Loki pulls back, leaving Alan with watering eyes and spit on his lips and a throb of anticipation deep in his belly. He glares up at Loki, panting.

"Selfish shit," he rasps. He does start to rise a little, but he needs a moment to recover his balance. He feels a little too light headed to trust his arms and legs just yet. Or--

"Make me." He wipes his mouth on his arm, meeting Loki's gaze. A tacit permission. "If you want to fuck my arse so badly, do the work for yourself."

[abit_ofboth]

There’s something Loki absolutely loves about making Alan angry like this. The fury in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks, the way he growls. It makes Loki’s cock throb in anticipation of seeing what else he might be able to do to Alan. It’s starting to look like Loki has a bit of a thing for brats. And maybe just how much he likes to shut them up with his prick.

”You do not believe we are here for your pleasure, do you? I thought we already established that we are here for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. You are simply my toy of the moment.” That’s not really true, of course, but Loki is enjoying this game too much to not say such things. And he thinks Alan might enjoy it as well.

Loki gives him an unimpressed look and crosses his arms as he looks down at Alan with one arched eyebrow. “Are you sure that is what you would prefer? If you do not want this, I can easily stop. Leave you to your own devices and find a new toy for myself.” His expression turns to a considering one. “Or I could use my magic again. Put you exactly where I want you and hold you there until I am finished with you. Hmm, yes, that sounds delightful, does it not?”

[the_roman]

It's another of those moments where several conflicting emotions roil in Alan's eyes. The condescension of the term toy sharpens his anger, adds humiliation to the mix. The threat of Loki leaving sends an equally humiliating urge to back down through him. Rationally, of course, he knows Loki is playing him -- but rational thought is hardly what's guiding things right now.

When Loki says put you where I want you and hold you there, though, Alan loses his breath for a moment. It sounds more than delightful. It sounds divine. But he can't beg for it, he can't, look where begging got him--

(It got him exactly where he wanted to be.)

He reaches to grip the edge of the bed, dark eyes flicking back and forth from Loki's cock to his hands to his face.

"I didn't--" He swallows and continues sullenly, "I didn't say I didn't want it."

[abit_ofboth]

A heat rises in Alan’s cheeks that appear to be a mix of shame and anger that makes Loki want to absolutely devour him. He looks at Alan with intense interest as he takes in his reaction and thinks, no he knows he wants more, and he means to have it.

Alan makes a soft sound that Loki interprets as want at the mention of putting him where he wants him. A grin slowly spreads across Loki’s face. A look of delight growing as he watches Alan shift and start to stammer.

”Oh?” Mock innocence and surprise drip from Loki’s tone as he takes a slow step forward. “So you do want that then? You would like me to hold you down and take what I need from you, no questions asked? Well, I don’t know anymore. You seem to keep changing your mind. I think perhaps you have to ask me politely now. What do you think?”

[the_roman]

God in heaven, he's so fucking tall. Alan shifts back on his heels (breath catching again, that plug is inexorable) and cranes his neck back to look up at Loki.

"I did say please," he mutters.

Looking at Loki and seeing what his expression will do at that confession feels momentarily overwhelming, and Alan squeezes his eyes shut. This doesn't really help: his cock and arse and heated skin just take up all his attention instead, no less encompassing than Loki's regard. He opens his eyes again with a moan.

"I d-- I do want you to fuck me."

Though it isn't exactly the epitome of politeness, it is, at least, raw with surrender.

"Hold me down and use me up. I want you to make me come, God , please."

[abit_ofboth]

It’s something some people who have known Loki for a long time would find suspect, but he is able to be patient. Especially when he knows it will get him what he wants and right now what Loki wants is for Alan to tell him exactly what he wants, what he is so clearly desperate for. So he waits, and takes quiet pleasure in watching all of Alan’s reactions.

Not for the first time, and he expects not the last, Loki can’t help but wonder at just how beautiful the other man is. Especially like this. Hard and desperate, his cock dark with arousal trapped by that most handy ring. The look of that plug keeping him filled, even the way his words stammer from his mouth. Loki’s eyes trail all over Alan’s body, from his face down to his toes as he takes all of this in, waiting for him to finally make up his mind and speak.

”There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Loki smiles, a real smile, though there is still the darkness of lust in his eyes. “If that is what you truly want, then do as I say. Up on the bed, on your back, knees up.” Once he’s in place, Loki will use his magic to hold him in position and move him as he wishes.

[the_roman]

And, though he's sulky about it, Alan does finally do as he's told. He gets up stiffly and slides onto the bed, settling once again onto his back. The covers are cool against his skin. He spreads his legs and, uncertain what else to do with his hands, rests his arms in a loose sprawl above his head. Keeping well away from the temptation to touch his own cock seems like the best move.

[abit_ofboth]

It’s clear that Alan is a smart man, and not just because he moves his hands as far away from his cock as he can. This is seeming more and more like a rather fortuitous meeting and Loki is liking him more and more. He’s leaning towards suggesting a few sessions at the Naked Yolk in the future, if Alan is interested.

Once Alan is on the bed and mostly in position, Loki climbs on himself and kneels between Alan’s open legs. There’s another wave of green and Alan will find that he can’t move his hands more than a few inches in any direction. There are no other restraints and won’t be unless Alan misbehaves.

Loki’s eyes roam down Alan’s body and he finds himself unable not to touch. Running his hands up Alan’s legs, he positions them so his knees are up, his feet flat on the mattress. Loki continues to touch, stroking over his stomach, stopping to pinch a nipple, but avoids his prick all together. Finally, Loki moves one hand down to touch the plug. He twists it slightly inside of Alan and then slowly starts to fuck him with it.

”You like this, don’t you? Being kept open for me? So your body is ready and waiting to give me more pleasure? Have you enjoyed being used in such a way?”

[the_roman]

The sensation of the magic makes him shudder -- not in pleasure, not in fear. It's just a powerful, strange feeling to have something that doesn't really exist pinning his wrists, without the warmth and humanity of hands or the understandable solidity of ties. What little of his brain isn't lost to lust wonders if he could perturb this.

That little of his brain doesn't last long, though. Loki starts to touch him, and Alan can't -- he just can't anymore. He starts to whine complainingly when Loki pinches his nipple, and by the time Loki pulls on the plug and stretches Alan's arse, he's squirming and moaning almost constantly. There's a wet spot on his stomach where the head of his cock rests.

Loki's voice feels like a caress just as warm as his fingers, a pressure just as insistent as the plug sliding in and out. Alan's toes curl against the covers.

"I do," he whimpers, turning his face to half-hide it against his arm. "Like it. I do."

[abit_ofboth]

As clear as it might have already been that Alan was enjoying this, it makes it all the better for Loki to hear him say it. He adores the sound of his voice as he sounds ashamed and yet desperate and on the brink of breaking down. Oh, it is going to be an absolute joy to watch him come. But first things first.

Using his free hand as he continues to move the plug inside him, Loki gently takes Alan’s chin and forces him to turn his head. “I want you to keep your eyes on me now, can you do that?” Loki’s not about to miss a single reaction from the other man as he finally takes him apart. He wants to see every last twitch, how his pupils dilate, everything.

[the_roman]

Alan swallows. He can't simply nod with Loki holding his face this way. He has to force tongue and teeth to make his answer.

"Yes."

Honestly, he isn't quite sure he actually can, but he'll try until he can't.

[abit_ofboth]

So long as Alan tries, Loki will be happy with the result. In fact, he won’t even mind if he has to remind him a few times. That really is part of the fun, he thinks. But he won’t say any of this, it doesn’t need to be said. They both know what kind of game this is now and they both seem to be enjoying themselves. There really isn’t anything more Loki could ask for.

”Good.” He lets go of Alan’s face and makes sure their eyes are locked as he slowly pulls out the plug and waits. He wants to see how Alan reacts to being empty before he fills him up again.

[the_roman]

Alan lets out a long sigh, a little short of a moan, as the plug eases out. He can feel a trickle of something running down his arse -- the oil and Loki's come, it must be -- and shivers. He clenches around nothing and licks his lips, staring up at Loki.

"Don't make me keep waiting," he breathes. Whimpers, really. "Please."

[abit_ofboth]

There’s something about seeing his come leak from Alan that makes him want to fill him up again. He feels something slightly possessive in him, but pushes that feeling away. Loki doesn’t truly want anyone to belong to him, but he can’t help but think that even with this only being their first time together, he is going to find himself being a bit protective over him from now on.

Oh well, hopefully Alan isn’t too bothered by that. It’s his own fault for being so… well, wonderful.

”Okay, but only because you asked so nicely.” Loki smiles before pushing Alan’s legs up, holding him in place by his knees as he presses his cock once more against his loosened hole. Slowly, he eases himself back in. It feels just as good, if not better this time and Loki finds himself unable to hold back a moan as he continues to look into Alan’s eyes, wanting to see every little reaction as he fills him up again, slow and steady.

[the_roman]

Alan inhales when Loki takes hold of his legs and moves him into position, and then exhales -- long and careful, shaky with pleasure -- as Loki's cock sinks into him. He does manage to keep his eyes locked on Loki's face the whole time, though he's blinking rapidly.

It feels so good, even with Loki moving slowly. He wants to move as well, can feel the need to squirm and thrust building in him, and lets out another helpless "Please, damn it," because with Loki's weight on top of him and magic binding his hands, he can't.

[abit_ofboth]

And that’s at least part of the reason why he has positioned them this way. Loki wants Alan to give in and just take what Loki is giving him. Surrender and give himself over to pleasure as Loki uses him as he wishes. Or at least, that is how it seems. Loki is pretty sure they both know that this is for the both of them, even if it appears as though this is all for himself. He’s also pretty sure that if he can push Alan to that point where he does truly give himself over, that he might be able to bring about quite the spectacular orgasm for the younger man, but as of now, it is only a possibility that he hopes he can make a reality.

”You will take what I give you and nothing more,” Loki says as he finally seats himself fully inside of Alan. Despite the use of the plug and keeping him nice and open for this, Loki can’t help but feel like he’s still perfectly tight around him. It feels absolutely glorious. “Though I admit you are pretty when you beg.”

The only real sign that Loki isn’t in full control is that slight waver in his voice when he speaks. It’s likely that Alan can tell considering how Loki’s hard prick is buried inside him at the moment. Loki holds there a moment longer, eyes tracing over Alan’s face before he suddenly pulls all the way out and immediately thrusts back in. “Stay still and let me have you and you will be rewarded.”

[the_roman]

The only possible response Alan can give to that is an inarticulate cry, inelegant and hoarse. He clenches around Loki, and his hands curl into fists where they're restrained over his head.

He's too tense and dazed with need to be bratty anymore. That feeling of being on the edge of breaking is back, like he's a piece of china teetering over a drop. The look in his eyes, when they meet Loki's, is somewhere between worshipful and desperate, as each movement of Loki's hips, no matter how small, makes him whimper and gasp.

[abit_ofboth]

Inelegant, hoarse and absolutely beautiful. Loki has enjoyed this type of scene before with all sorts of people, but Alan is a natural. Or perhaps he is just the right kind of bratty submissive that Loki favours. Either way, he’s thrilled to have found him. And he’s definitely going to make sure they get to play like this again and again. As many times as Alan will allow it, if he’s honest.

Loki’s breathing picks up as he continues to fuck the younger man. Holding him in place with ease as he thrusts into him, harder and faster as he begins to lose control. The look in Alan’s eyes drive him right to the brink, but he holds on, wanting to push Alan just a little bit further.

Somehow, Loki hangs on as he drives into him deeply and stills, keeping himself fully buried, panting as he looks down at Alan with a smirk. “You have been so good. You may come if you wish.” There’s a soft flash of green as Loki releases Alan’s prick from the ring, but otherwise there is no movement. He doesn’t not move his hips, staying buried, and not moving to touch him either, his hands remaining still on his knees.

[the_roman]

Has Loki ever seen someone's brain try to process one too many things at once and lock up entirely?

The tightness at the base of Alan's prick disappears. The hard cock inside him goes still. The pressure and friction that's been driving him is gone, and Loki's hands are strong on his knees. Alan tries to move his own hands on instinct and finds them, of course, still bound. The feeling of simultaneous relief and desperation leaves him gawking up at Loki's smirk for a moment.

Dirty trick, his brain provides as commentary. Doesn't seem capable of anything else at the moment.

Then his body takes over from his beleaguered mind. Inhaling sharply, he starts to rock his hips as much as he can, trying to fuck himself to completion on Loki's cock. Maybe Loki will take pity and touch him; maybe not. Alan isn't thinking about either possibility, because he is -- blessedly, blissfully -- barely thinking at all now.

[abit_ofboth]

Why yes, he believes he has seen such a thing before, though it has never appeared quite so lovely in any of those other times. Alan is a true gem and Loki is thrilled to have found him.

Loki watches in awe as Alan struggles to move, trying to fuck himself on Loki’s cock even as Loki attempts not to move. But he is still a creature of desire himself and he does not actively prevent Alan from moving his hips. For a moment, Loki can only continue to look at him in wonder as he clearly is moving more on feeling than thought.

Breaking for the first time, Loki gives in and moves one hand down to wrap around Alan’s cock, stroking him slowly. His thumb comes up to swipe over the head, gathering pre-come as he does, delighting in how absolutely gone Alan looks.

[the_roman]

Alan gasps raggedly. His cock is incredibly sensitive: the feeling of Loki's thumb slipping over the head makes his hips jerk. And even with Loki moving slowly, it takes all of two firm strokes for Alan's long-delayed orgasm to catch up to him and overtake him with the force of a hammer.

His arse clenches around Loki's cock. His head throws back, eyes fluttering, unable to obey the order to look at Loki anymore. He bucks once, twice, spilling over Loki's hand and onto his own stomach with a moan of surprise and relief.

No thoughts. No anxiety and anger about his situation in this casino; no analysis of Loki's words or actions; no planning of what to do next. Even the part of his mind that's always cataloging moments for future writing is blank for a few seconds while his body answers Loki.

Then the sensation falls off; gasping for breath, Alan opens his eyes and looks dazedly up at the man fucking him.

[abit_ofboth]

The moment he touches him, Loki knows this isn’t going to take long. Not that it should come as a surprise after everything he’s done to Alan tonight, but it is still glorious to watch.

What does take Loki by surprise is just how tightly Alan clenches around him. It pulls a long and shuddering moan from him and finally makes him move his hips again. They snap forward, driving into Alan deep and hard as he feels Alan’s come spill over his hand. It doesn’t take long for him either and after a few quick thrusts, his orgasm washes over him in an intense wave as his hips rock forward as he comes deep inside Alan for the second time that night.

It takes a bit, but when Loki recovers somewhat, he huffs out a laugh, a wide smile on his face as he gazes down at Alan, the euphoria of post-orgasmic bliss clear on his face. He holds where he is, not yet ready to pull out.

“I must say, you a rather good bedmate.” Without looking away, Loki tastes the come on his hand, beyond curious to taste the spoils of his work that evening.

[the_roman]

Alan's eyes widen slightly when Loki lifts his hand to his mouth to taste Alan's come. Never mind that Alan himself has swallowed his fair share, of his own and others: it's mesmerizing to see someone else tasting him. Nearly enough to make him reconsider his stance on kissing, just for the sake of sharing the taste.

He doesn't really have the energy to consider much of anything, though. He feels -- a little like he's back on the Lyric, actually, as if he's floating on waves that rock him in great, gentle swells. Loki's weight on top of him and the pressure inside of him are pleasantly implacable. Without them, Alan feels like he'd probably fall apart like a paper boat on the ocean.

Thoughts slowly start to filter back in. Must do, of course. Nothing as perfect as that orgasm -- fuck, that orgasm, he's never had one quite like that -- can last forever. And it would probably be appropriate to respond to what Loki just said. Alan considers.

"'Rather'?"

Nailed it.

[abit_ofboth]

While he wouldn’t say no if Alan were to change his mind about kissing, it isn’t something that occurs to Loki at all. It’s likely that some use this move as encouragement for such things, but Loki was simply curious to taste him, and so he did. And he is not disappointed, not by the taste or by Alan’s reaction.

After he’s had his taste, there’s a wave of green that cleans his hand and Alan’s stomach before he slowly begins to pull out. Once free himself, he also frees Alan’s hands, not wanting him to loose feeling in his extremities. He does not, however, do anything of the mess he’s made of Alan’s arse. Without removing a hand from his body, feeling like he still needs some sort of connection and hoping that Alan does too, Loki shifts to lie down next to him, his hand firm and yet gentle on the other man’s stomach.

He’s about to say something, he doesn’t know what precisely, but something, when Alan manages one word. Loki pauses briefly before breaking out laughing. “Yes, rather. As in I rather hope you wish to do something like this with me again.” As he speaks, he pulls Alan against him, only belatedly realizing that he might not be one to snuggle post-sex, but Loki can’t seem to help himself.

[the_roman]

Alan's eyelids flutter as Loki slips out of him, and he moans again, unable to stop himself. The not-quite-there pressure of the magic disappearing from around his wrists makes him sigh. It's as if, while he gathers his store of words again, every other sound his throat can make is filling in.

It's a relief when Loki stays close to him, in fact. Alan didn't know he was at all worried that Loki might roll over and leave until Loki settles in at his side. He's never heard the term aftercare, nor sub drop or dom drop, but he knows that after this kind of sex he wants to stay close for a while. He rests a hand over the one Loki has on his stomach.

"I think that's rather likely." His eyes drift closed; he heaves a deep, contented sigh. "Christ. Christ, that was good."