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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

[Aak usually liked to play along with the house's games. This one, though? This one was complete bullshit. His nature was to struggle against what was expected of him. Now, though, he was being appropriately punished. With each snide remark he issues throughout the night or punishment he takes his suit darkens.]

[So this was the real extent of how horny this thing could make him, huh? He can barely concentrate on whatever the staff member is saying to him. His thoughts are torn between a spew of erotic fantasies and much more down to earth fantasies of poisoning the guy giving him shit right now.]

Ah, [Suddenly, there's a beefy man in the way. He's a little surprised, the way he always is when someone helps him, but he knows he must not look good. His fur was starting to muss in places from sweat, his breathing was unsteady, and his pupils were probably blown out.]

[Still, he's been given an escape from the confrontation. He wasn't cornered and that helps dissipate thoughts of disrupting things even more.]

... yea, sir. [There's a weird sense of relief, even if he's just saying it to go along with whatever Wriothesley was planning. His feet drag as he turns and walks off. He stops as soon as he's out the door, pressing his back up against the cool wall and sliding down. Internally, he's a mess, but Wriothesley may have saved that staff member a drink full of laxatives later.]

[The other was not looking too hot. He only has to glance at Aak and know that the smaller man was struggling. It's the way that Aak's fur seems to be sticking in clumps from his sweat and the blown pupils and expression on his face tells him plenty.

It takes a little bit to placate the staff member before finally being able to pull away from the lavish banquet and finally check on the feline. He assumed that Aak had been compliant because it meant they can escape, but he also wonders if it was because the other wasn't all quite there either.

He kneels in front of the other where he finds them slumped against the wall.] Hey, Aak. How are you feeling? You coherent?

[Aak has always gone along with most of the hotel's nonsense. For the first time he's having worries like... what if someone who wasn't Wriothesley comes by and finds him first? What if he goes along with something a sober him totally wouldn't? The desire clawing him up inside felt so desperate and that desperation made him scared.]

[Like, the fact he didn't hear Wriothesley's footsteps? That only when the shadow was in front of him and knelt down did his focus click back in?]

This suuuuuuucks! [he lets out a long whine, banging his fist against the back wall. As his mouth hangs open, the spade on his tongue is fully visible. What normally is just a grey hint is an obvious, jet black marking on his tongue.]

It's so annoying! I don't wanna follow any more stupid orders! I just wanted to mess around with the freshmeat and I can't even touch 'em without permission!

[It's up to Wriothesley if that counts as an answer it if he's coherent or if it's proof he's a little incoherent at the moment.]

[There's a want to just grab the other's tongue to get a good look at it, but he decidedly doesn't actually do that. The stark symbol against the color of flesh is glaring enough for him to notice it.

He already could guess what was happening, but this had confirmed it. Wriothesley snorts a little. It's almost comical that this was what Aak decides to complain about. While he didn't enjoy the hierarchy so obviously enforced, he can't say he is completely sympathetic when Aak truly causes some problems for himself.]

I don't think this round is the round to be trying to mess around. You'll have to wait for another time.

[He isn't heartless though. Wriothesley scoops Aak up, knowing they weren't going to get too far on their own.] Well, let's move back to the suites shall we. You're hardly going to be able to manage anything right now in your current state.

[If Wriothesley did grab his tongue, there would be nothing he could do about it. The gap between their ranks had become wider. Normally, this would be nothing but a little gripe for Aak. Here, though, he has to put a strong degree of trust in the older man. The same power that let him save Aak could also be used to trap him. That thought is going to linger in his mind even as things go well.]

[Even complaining was a matter of trust, one that Wriothesley immediately shows is well-given. He wasn't admonished for his trouble-making. And he was scooped up!]

[There was still the urge to be naughty, of course, which manifested in little details like trying to undo or unbutton any bit of clothing his fingers could wiggle their way to. Any bit of exposed skin he wants to brush a tooth against and make a little mark. These little gestures help to vent some of the frustration building up from his suit.]

I c'n manage, [he huffs,] I just... want you to.

[Another little bit of sass, given with the understanding that Wriothesley won't actually drop him for saying it.]

[He had long since grown used to Aak's troublesome personality. Parts of it endearing, parts of it exasperating. If there were anything he truly disliked, he'd make it known. Right now though, he's far from thinking about those things, more focused on Aak's state.

He doesn't stop the other, standing in the elevator with Aak and getting under any layers of clothing. Shirt unbuttoned exposes a full chest and the large scars on his throat as he waits for it to hit his floor. Wriothesley isn't immune to those touches and nips. A small sound in the back of his throat or a sharp intake of breath here and there.]

I believe you. [He does not. The elevator opens and he heads out, heading towards the door of his suite. It's a lot comfier than Aak's room.]

[Thankfully, the atmosphere of the hotel was usually able to absorb Aak's troublemaking. If Wriothesley hadn't stepped in and Aak had gone through with his fantasy of poisoning a staff member... depending on the severity of poison he may not be excused for his cuteness. That's another timeline, though, because the naughty poisoner is contained.]

[His fingers trace along the scars, idly considering their age before getting distracted with the other's collarbone. He drags his teeth along the thin layer of skin over bone before giving it a little lick with his rough tongue.]

[Absently, he can tell they're going to the nicer part of the hotel. It was for the best. Having to share his space when he was so worked up would ultimately be a disadvantage. It was a small, messy space with a lot of room for improvement but he didn't want to share it. He would just enjoy other people's rooms, mess them up a little, then return to his nest.]

[Ugh every part of his body feels hot, heavy, or both. Wriothesley has to carry him and, if he demands too much attention, he may get dropped. He jams a hand between his own legs, stroking himself as a stopgap for his activated suit. It's not satisfying, though, and his eyes drift to start counting the doors until the right one.]

[He is not immune to Aak's actions. The feel of hands and tongue on him makes him shiver. He instinctively lowers his body temperature down with his Vision as a means to try and keep himself from warming up.

Though, it really does not help when Aak starts to jerk himself off as he carries the small feline man. He can't help but let out a breathless laugh.] Feeling that impatient, are you? They really did a number on you.

[Aak doesn't have to wait too much longer though as they arrive at Wriothesley's suite. He can keep the man cradled in one arm as he presses his watch against the lock and getting the door unlocked. He quickly shuts the door behind him and goes straight for his bedroom so he can toss the small man onto it. Wriothesley wastes no time in starting to undress.] How do you want to do this, Aak?

[Aak was impatient on a good day. Of course he'd be even more impatient with his suit in full activation. The irritated expression he flashes Wriothesley is more an obviously than anything serious.]

It's not usually this bad, [he reiterates. While a full suit activation was tortuously arousing Aak was also not adjusted to feeling that strongly. He was caught off-guard by it all and how quickly the intensity ramped up with his disobedience.]

[He bounces lightly against the bed. He starts thinking about what he wants and keeps finding intrusive ones sliding in.]

Do... D'you think it'll fix itself faster if, uh, [he presses half of his face into the bedsheets,]

... Like... not real orders, 'cos those suck, but... [Local Feline attempts to figure out how to negotiate consensual sexual play.]

Sexy orders that are fun?

[He looks at the other for a moment before letting out a snort.] I think that it doesn't discriminate outside that it'll calm down once you orgasm. [He's pretty sure the suits only want sex to happen and for the afflicted guest to come. How they got there didn't probably matter.

He tosses shirt aside and shoves his pants down, letting them pool at his feet for him to step out of.]

You want sexy orders or do you want to give sexy orders? There's no reason not to have fun with this, right? [A quirk of his lips. There's something amusing about watching Aak trying to work out how he wants this to happen while they're obviously horny out of their mind.]

Well?

[There was some logic to it. He disobeyed orders to work his suit up but the suit just wanted him to fuck. That's a mighty clear-headed way of thinking about it. Aak is anything but clear-headed right now. His mind is racing and he chews idly on the edge of his finger while he thinks.]

[And the rate of chewing slows a bit as he glances back and stares at a stripping Wriothesley. It's a testament to Aak's character that, among all the obvious sexual thoughts, he still also fantasizes about strapping him down to an operating table. He wants to test...]

[... huh, what, exactly? The things that normally spring to mind are all a convoluted mess as he deals with his suit activation.]

Uh, [he rolls his legs from one side to the other,]

Gimmie one to start. Just to see what it's like! And if I don't like it, then- then I take over and do whatever I want with ya'.

[He's managed to continue the negotiation in a way that doesn't wound his pride or sound too disobedient.]

[Sir??? What the hell would you even be testing??

He barks out laughter in response. The sound is clear, but seems to be in amusement.]

Of course. However you want this to go. Let's both enjoy this, right? [Which is to say, there's a shift in the air. Wriothesley tilts his head to the side as he regards the smaller man on his bed, arms folded over his bare chest.]

Strip. [There's a commanding tone to his voice, probably no surprise there given his role as warden.] You're wearing too much for what we're about to do.

[Oh, you know. Stuff. It was much more exciting to watch a high-performing body push its limits. And while he had thoroughly enjoyed everyone he spent his birthday chocolates on, Wriothesley had a strong reaction. The kind of physiological limits he even wanted to test warped under the strain of the resort's influence.]

It's- [he can't even tell what he was going to say, maybe something about "let's both enjoy this" sounded more like a coach at a sports game, or something about how he could barely think straight, but the order rings clearly through all the noise.]

[he pushes himself up from where he was laying, looking at Wriothesley a bit dumbly,]

[He'd already undone some buttons, the clothes he was meant to serve guests in were already disheveled. He undoes the buttons, fingers stumbling now and then with the detailed movements. When he reaches the last button he glances up at the older man again, assessing the commanding look. He shrugs the shirt off, one shoulder after another. He's compliant but still slower than he could be. The suit activation couldn't work him up to eager to please- but he's dipping his toes into obedience.]

[Sir.

Wriothesley doesn't look away the entire time. He watches Aak undress with a scrutinizing gaze, watching as his clothes are abandoned. It's a little slow, but he wasn't the one with their suit active and he was a very patient man.

He smiles after a moment, tilting his head.] Good boy. [He steps forward, reaching to tip Aak's chin up with a finger.]

You're being very good for me. And good behavior gets rewards. Do you want anything in particular for your reward before we continue?

[It's clear he can't accept "good boy" with any belief. His lip curves down. He takes it as part of the play, like a necessary tool for an operation. It's not like he knows what would work for him so articulating it is complicated- at least the mess of hormones and emotions makes him more honest.]

[So, he's offered a reward, and the words just spill out,]

C'mon, all I did was take clothes off... That's not, like, [he wasn't a simple enough person to just enjoy the offered treat,] a hard thing to do...

[He didn't believe he was a good boy and he didn't think he deserved a reward unless it was a difficult task. These are issues better addressed in therapy but both Terra and the Golden Peacock are drastically lacking those places. His brain is wracking, not even thinking about what reward he would want, but what exact action he could even do to earn it.]

[Wriothesley’s hand shoots out, grabbing AAK’s jaw. The grip isn’t painful, but it’s firm and there’s something about it that denotes that Aak had messed up.] I told you to undress. I a said you can tell me what reward you want. I didn’t allow you to talk back to me.

[He smiles but it’s far from his casual and warm hearted ones usually on his face.] I’ll keep it simple. I give an order, as you asked, and you do it. Obeying me means you did good. Being good gets you rewarded. Not obeying means you’ve been bad.

[He tightens his grip a little as he makes sure Aak is looking at him.]

You aren’t deciding what merits a reward or not. I am.

[He knows what that grip means. There's a brief surge of instinctive fear, strong enough to briefly cut through the haze of what his suit was making him feel. For a moment, he's certain they're not playing, but,]

[Clearly listening to what Wriothesley says, they definitely are. It takes Aak a moment to process the whole thing while the older man continues to lay out the rules of their game. He had broken a rule of the game and, if he kept it up, the game didn't continue. If he didn't keep it up, what was the point if playing in the first place?]

[Besides, even with the echoes of his past, no one ever chided him for not taking a reward. He lets out a breath that he'd sucked in the moment he was grabbed.]

Got it. [He answers, concise and to the point.]

C... an I still ask for a reward? [He's searching his mind for the best way to ask without falling into talking back. He had plenty of experience talking back or being mistaken for talking back.]

[Wriothesley lets go and even gives him a gentle pat on the head.] Good boy. I knew you'd understand quickly. [Aak wanted to be ordered around a bit and Wriothesley was more than happy to comply.

Of course, if Aak ever wanted to stop, then he'd immediately stop. He wanted this to be good for both of them still.

His smile widens and his words practically come out in a purr.] Of course. I won't take your reward away from you. It was just a little bit of disobedience. What do you want then?

[Aak was used to a world where the people with power made the rules. The people without power had to skirt around those rules or face that power. He's not a good boy, he doesn't deserve a reward, unless someone stronger simply does so. It's a strange feeling, especially when it blends with the arousal and heightened emotions of his suit.]

Real magnanimous of you, boss. [it's a bit of a sassy line but also plenty of people would withdraw any reward at the slightest sign of opposition]

[Aak's still unsure if he asks for something big, or something little, or something Wriothesley might like. The fact that a little disobedience didn't ruin the play is reassuring. If he asks for something and it's not "right" then he won't be left desperate and needy.]

Instead of just petting my head, how'sabout other places?...

[While the greedy part of him does want attention for the arousal starting in his pants, this seemed to match the pace. Wriothesley's hands were wide and strong and Aak doesn't hate getting manhandled by them. So, to indicate, he'll drag his finger generally across his chest.]

[He'll let Aak keep that bit of sass. After all, part of the enjoyment was to getting that bit of bite back until the other completely crumbled in his hands. It was also nice because it showed that Aak was still there in ways, not completely done in by his suit at the moment.

And really, they were being plenty cute.

His smile widens as he lets his fingers sink into the soft fur of Aak's chest, roughened fingers gliding through the smooth mane of fur. Wriothesley lets out a low hum of content.]

Is this what you wanted? I'll let you have it. [He alternates merely carding fingers through tufts and kneading against the flesh underneath. Without pausing his ministrations though, he fishes lube out of his pocket tossing it down to land next Aak.] Now why don't you continue to be good and start opening yourself up for me? You want more than just this right? You should make sure you're ready for it.

[Aak was painfully aware even from his few experiences that the suit didn't make him stop being himself. He would come back from those times and understand the logic he was following no matter how distorted it was. It would be embarrassing to remember how desperate he was and how he fumbled the game but he'll remember the same bits as a sign he was still himself.]

[Wriothesley will be able to feel Aak's heart pounding beneath his hand. It seems to settle a bit from his fondling, evening out from any fear to the baseline of lust.]

Ah, [He's got experience at this point. He's had to ready himself a few times but it was rarely a main event kind of thing. Still, there was nothing else for Wriothesley to do than watch him and that was exciting in its own way. If he couldn't fail, aside from disobeying, then...]

I do, [he murmurs, reaching his hands down to slide down the fancy dress pants he'd been put in earlier. There's a bit of mess inside them from his desperate suit activation. It wasn't an issue to skip underwear when he wasn't hard and out of his sheath but here they were. He fumbles to grab the lube and twist the cap off. He pulls a leg up onto the bed, knee against his chest to make sure his hands could get where he wants.]

Sooo, are you... [his eyes glance to the side before darting back to Wriothesley,] just gonna watch?

[He might as well check, see how much of a show he's supposed to put on here.]

[He goes back to running fingers through Aak's fur. From kneading at the man's chest to running fingers up their neck and rubbing at their ears. Wriothesley isn't very good at being idle, but it seems he doesn't want to get too heated with his touches.

He lets out a hum as he looks the other over.]

Of course I'm going to watch. How will I be able to know you've been good if I don't? You don't have to make too much of a show of it. I already know what the main show will be, after all. [That's a promise he definitely intends to go through with. Something for Aak to look forward to.

As he rubs the edge of Aak's ears between his thumb and forefinger, he licks his lips.] What matters is that you prepare yourself well enough for me. So you better start. I'm a patient man, but even I don't want to wat too long.

[There are careful exhales as Wriothesley's hand travels. His head leans to brush into the touch as he comes up to brush against the fuzzy ears. Aak looks up, making sure he has his orders right. It didn't have to be a show but he'd still be assessed to make sure he's doing well... and he personally knows what he has to prepare for.]

[An ache happens in his lower body as he remembers previous times. That makes him feel impatient even though he knows what he has to do. He pours out some lube over his fingers, more than he intends to start with but enough that he doesn't have to keep turning back to the bottle.]

I'm not patient, [he weakly laughs while the older man pinches his ear,] But, I won't do a crummy job, boss.

[He starts to probe himself with a finger. It's relatively simple for him to slide a single finger in and start to pump it in and out of his body. He just knows Wriothesley is much bigger than a single finger and the better he does this the more he can focus on pleasure and no pain. A second finger is worked in a bit faster than he might without the added pressure of a watching master.]

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