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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
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.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
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.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
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.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
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.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
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.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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! ♥
▶ 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! ♥
ohhh baptiste, you charmer ... what a man 😳
He'd managed the tiniest nod in response to the warning, just to signal that he'd understood, and when Baptiste sits back, Fuuta takes the chance to take a deep breath. Trying to calm his racing thoughts, scraping up some words from the corners of his frazzled brain, figuring out what to answer with, because what the hell can he handle in a setting like this? He doesn't have a ton of time to deliberate, but he does feel like he has an idea of what to say by the time Baptiste leans back in.
Too bad he totally underestimated how it would feel to be bitten when he's already so tense and nervous. His lips are already parted, and when he feels the dig of teeth against the sensitive skin of his throat, whatever words had been readied on the tip of his tongue instead escape as a high-pitched yelp.
It's not that it hurts? He's just startled, more than anything. But -- maybe it's because of the nerve-wracking din of the crowd, maybe it's because of the scores of eyes fixed on him, or maybe it's because of the situation itself -- that little bite feels like it's making all of his nerves spark at once. Fuuta jolts and squirms, biting back another yelp before the noise can escape him, instead forcing a hard exhale past a clenched jaw when he feels Baptiste's breath gloss against sensitive, bitten skin. ]
-- my mouth. I'm pretty good with my mouth. Supposedly. [ It's whispered hoarsely between ragged breaths, words spat out quickly before he loses focus. ] I can do whatever, though. Just don't -- [ Oh, no, he needs another second to shudder and squirm at the next drag of teeth. The crowds cheers at the sight of his feet dragging stiffly against the dirt. ] ... as long as you don't, ah, touch my chest. Or put pressure there. -- anything else, I can go with.
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One of his hands reaches up to grasp a handful of hair and yank backward. Exposing more of Fuuta's throat and giving him more solid purchase as his mouth begins to work the next patch of flesh. Each new mark a work of teeth and tongue on pale canvas - as if Baptiste knew exactly how he would denote his 'ownership' here: a plethora of blooming bruises that could easily be seen by bystanders.
A thorough display of a possessive 'beast' in the ring - and a convenient way to continue their conversation under pretense. His words are more muffled against Fuuta's flesh when he speaks next.]
We'll do your mouth. If the crowd needs more, I'll fuck your thighs while jacking you off, all right? [This is punctuated with a little kiss this time.] No chest. If something else needs to change, scratch me down the chest.
[His breath is heavy against damp flesh - the warmth between them nearly intoxicating. Lips press a triumphant kiss into the third cluster of bruising he's created as his own weight shifts to his knees. His fingers loosen in Fuuta's hair before readjusting their grip. His thumb swipes a soothing stroke into scalp as he speaks.]
They've brought me one with such an impressive mouth! [Baptiste's free hand reaches to trace a line from temple to jaw - pads of his fingers brushing over the edge of an eyepatch in the process. His fingers draw from Fuuta's jaw to swipe over the lower lip.]
Such a sharp tongue, how could I not indulge?
[An impish smile plays on his features before he slides his fingers into the other's mouth to press at his tongue. The delight of the crowd echoes this sentiment, Fuuta's previous yapping at them no forgotten in the least. Long fingers roughly trace at the inside of cheek before beginning to take a careful, purposeful slide down the other's throat. He towers over the other as his fingers explore the other's mouth, his own tongue working over his bottom lip as if he relished each and every twitch.]
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It's because they're being watched, he tells himself. His nerves are on edge from the whoops and cheers and catcalling from the crowd, and so he's more sensitive to everything going on. Yeah, that's it, that's all. It's not his fault that a shiver runs down his spine when fingers tangle through his hair and yank, just hard enough to get him to cant his head back. It's not his fault a stifled gasp leaves him with the next drag of teeth against his throat. And it's definitely not his fault his face flushes hot at Baptiste's very matter-of-fact proposal.
He's never going to get used to how bluntly some people here manage to talk about sex. ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ That flustered stutter is all the has the breath for before the press of fingertips against his tongue stoppers up any more words.
It does take him a second to adjust, if only because the din of the crowd is ringing in his ears; just for a moment, there's the nervous brush of jagged teeth against Baptiste's knuckles as Fuuta fights the urge to clench his jaw. -- this is the better option, he reminds himself. Yes, it's embarrassing playing along with this in front of a crowd, and yes, this whole setup isn't fair, but this is honestly about as well as he could hope for things to turn out. He isn't getting beat up, after all, and this guy's been gentle and reasonable so far. So. It's fine. It'll be fine.
Fuuta squeezes his eyes shut when he finally, stiffly, purses his lips to suck around Baptist's fingers. Tries his hardest to ignore the noises from the crowd as he parts his lips afterward, canting his head to let those long fingers better angle against the soft, wet, inside of his cheek, letting his tongue slide up against his knuckles. And while he does briefly choke when that gentle pressure starts encroaching upon his throat, he powers through his gag reflex, swallowing thickly around Baptiste's fingers once more; he maintains it, too, until Baptiste pulls back, relinquishing his fingers with the obscene slick of saliva and the quiet pop of suction.
His throat still feels tingly where he'd been bitten, the skin feeling hot every time he swallows. And embarrassingly, as Fuuta opens his mouth back up in obligingly fashion, he can feel the front of his pants tent with arousal.
-- no, that's not even the most embarrassing thing, actually. Maybe worse is the way his hands scrabble for purchase, restlessly seeking for something to do while he focuses on his mouth. One finds its place digging into the ground below, but the other had groped blindly for a moment before landing upon Baptiste's clothes. It looks far needier than he'd like when he clutches into the fabric, but with all of his focus on what he's doing with his mouth, he can't spare the energy to force himself to let go. Baptiste will just have to tolerate the little tugs and pulls at his costume as Fuuta cants his head up to suck around his fingers once more. ]
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This is better than fighting by any stretch of the imagination (as there is no scenario where Baptiste wouldn't feel bad, especially if Fuuta's fighting abilities are on par with his acting skills.) Baptiste doesn't incredibly mind fucking before a crowd either - he'd already done it once in the arena, after all... But he's painfully aware that this is the culmination of them having no other options.
So. The least he can do is try to put on his show while attempting to balance Fuuta's comfort.
When Fuuta's hand finds purchase at the shorts of Baptiste's costume, the other man releases his hold on the other's hand suddenly, grasping at where Fuuta tugs and pulls at black cloth before leading it to his crotch. The guiding hand will bring the other's touch to the bulge of a budding arousal.]
Oh, you're getting eager now, I see. [Baptiste teases, a breathy chuckle following the declaration. A sigh of commiseration follows.] Fingers are never quite enough are they?
[His fingers will press against the other's tongue as he drags his fingers out with another wet sound of suction breaking. Baptiste's fingers work at the sheen of spit left on them, the sensation itself causes his own cock to throb as it continues to strain against the confines of tight shorts and the attentions of touch.
His thumb brushes over the other's lips and down the side of Fuuta's mouth.]
So come get what you want.
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R-right. 'kay.
[ Very unfortunate that his dirty-talking skills are apparently on par with his combat and acting skills, but at least he tries to make up for it with physical enthusiasm.
There's the scuffle of movement as Fuuta shifts to sit up, blearily licking at his lips where they still feel a bit tingly; the hand that Baptiste had nudged to rest over his groin squeezes gently, feeling out the shape of him before shifting upward to hook a finger against the hem of the garment. There's a brief pause where he takes a hoarse breath, trying to swallow back his nerves, before gently tugging down to free Baptiste's erection from the confines of his clothes.
Seeing Baptiste's cock out like this does make him freeze for a moment as he's reminded of what exactly he's doing, but a wolf whistle from the crowd swiftly snaps him back to his senses. It looks a little bit like he's trying to hide from those stares as much as possible when Fuuta hurriedly ducks in, first nuzzling against Baptiste's lower stomach to plant a few clumsy kisses there, his hand shifting to squeeze against his length.
The brush of his hair probably tickles where it brushes against Baptiste's abdomen when he ducks his head down, starting to drag his tongue over and around the head of his cock, the warm puffs of his breaths glossing down his length. It's almost affectionate, the way he scrunches himself up as closely against Baptiste as he can manage while attending to the task. ]
return from my mini-hiatus, thank you for patience!
If not, he'd have to meet Fuuta again under 'better' circumstances - determined to find what he could praise the other for.
The tentative squeeze to tented fabric causes a rumbling sound of affirmation to catch in Baptiste's throat. His eyes slide closed for a moment, head tilting as if preening before the crowd as Fuuta slowly exposes him before prying eyes. Baptiste's cock bears a slight curvature as if it could embody all of the same confidence he does. With a notable shape and size, it's hardly a surprise how Baptiste's confidence only continues to shine even in an unthinkable situation such as this.
While Fuuta presses a few uncoordinated kisses into his abdomen - Baptiste's hand moves to run through bright hair. Strands curl around his fingers as he tugs then smooths the very wisps he'd pulled out of place. The positioning of arm and hand is a hard angle - one that looks far more forceful to a distant observe than it truly is.
The brush of hair brings out a chuckle that quickly melts into a sound of satisfaction as the other's tongue flicks over heated flesh. Baptiste's smile is sharp, cocky as he looks down at young man servicing his cock, yet his fingers continue their coaxing, soothing rhythm into the other's scalp. His hips and body shift in an attempt to allow just a little more of a shield to the other that folds in close to him.]
Ah, that's it... Show us just what good that sharp tongue can do.
no problem at all, sorry for my own lateness!;;
For now, while Fuuta isn't a shining example of anything, he's at least adequate. Maybe even slightly above average. Mostly just because he's never focused on anything so hard in his goddamn life.
This whole situation is still mortifying, certainly, but it's a little more bearable as long as he focuses solely on what he can actually do, what little he can actually control. The din of the crowd, for example, is easier to ignore as he drags his tongue up the length of Baptiste's cock, feeling the warmth of silken skin against his lips. Stray catcalls are easier to block out when he's thinking about that faint, salty taste lingering against his tongue as he swallows. And the sensation of being stared at by dozens of eyes can be briefly forgotten when he finally ducks his head in to properly take Baptiste into his mouth.
While he's not exactly skillful, Fuuta at least makes up for his lack of finesse with effort -- brow furrowed in concentration as he purses his lips around that hard length, keeping his tongue pressed flat against the underside as he takes that heat into his mouth. He shifts his weight on his knees as he pulls up, settling into a more stable position, one hand bracing nervously against Baptiste's hip to pull the other closer. And as he starts easing into a steadier rhythm, Baptiste might note the way that heat around his cock pulls tighter with a nervous swallow when his fingers weave through Fuuta's hair.
He likes that, the brushes through his hair. It's a nice distraction from the circumstances, and reminds him of what can feel good about all this. The next card of fingers earns a shiver, and Fuuta pauses for a moment before trying to take Baptiste a little deeper into his mouth. Putting on a good show for the audience, of course, but also -- vying for a bit more of that encouragement. ]
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And how that heat tightens when his fingers toy with Fuuta’s scalp. His own grip into Fuuta’s hair tenses momentarily as the other takes him deeper - a low moan catching in his throat.]
That’s it, now… [A breathless lilt to his voice dims the uppity tone in his voice. An inhale follows as he gathers himself. The strained hold on Fuuta’s hair slowly loosens as the encouraging touch returns. A caress of finger tips that sift through hair and then press circles into the nape of the man’s neck follows.]
Look at him here… he already wants more! I’d say he’d exactly where he wanted to be, hm?
[His fingers remain supportive, even as his tongue stokes the passion of the crowd. His palm is firm as it brushes silent comfort against the back of the other’s head. A press of slick muscle to the underside of his shaft urges a gentle chuckle under Baptiste’s breath. Every press of Fuuta’s mouth brings a sparking heat into his veins. A flush glows on his cheeks as Baptiste wears a haughty smirk for the crowd - looking down at the bobbing head on his cock as if to relish in a victory. The act is accompanied by a soothing brush of thumb behind Fuuta’s ear.]
I’d daresay if he continues - it would only be right to fuck his throat, eh? It’s not right to just expect him to do all the work…
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The hitch in Baptiste's voice with his next inhale. Yeah, that. He can block out the din of the crowd as long as he concentrates on that. The gentle trace of fingertips against the back of his neck where he's sensitive, too. Fuuta purses his lips tight, suction pulling hot around Baptiste's cock when he swallows thickly, eyes still squeezed shut to block out his surroundings. It'll be fine! It'll be fine as long as he drives his focus away from the cheer of the crowd, and instead on that smooth croon of Baptiste's voice, and --
then he processes what Baptiste is actually saying.
There's not much warning before Fuuta abruptly pulls back, coming up with a shallow cough; there's a string of spit still lewdly tracing from lips to the head of Baptiste's length when Fuuta looks up at him, brow furrowed in concern. And while he does briefly look like he's about to protest, his resolve crumbles the moment he hears a whoop from the crowd. Fuuta ends up looking aside with jittery unease, anxiously running his tongue over his lips, before only mumbling quietly, so only Baptiste will hear: ]
Don't -- don't go too hard, alright.
[ It's clear he's nervous about moving onto that next step, but -- well, now he's committed to it. Even if his next breath comes wobbly, he still decisively ducks his head back in to wrap his lips around Baptiste's length once more. His hand grips a little tighter against Baptiste's hip as he adjust his position, awkwardly trying to straighten out his airway to open up his throat a little more in preparation for what's coming next. -- this better not hurt too bad, or there's no guarantee he's not going to bite. ]
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The performer is happy to put on an act. But any sudden improvisation that forces patience? Fuuta unintentional hits a clear weakness - Baptiste struggles with patience even when it's written into a script.
The flicker of desperate desire wanes when someone in the crowd hollers loudly. The excitement over Baptiste's previous declaration seems to keep the crowd distracted from the momentary drop of his mask. Desperation falls to relief before Baptiste mouths his reminder.
'Scratch. My. Chest.'
The agreed upon stand-in for a safe word. An action offered and renewed beyond the simple reassurance of 'trust me.'
The hand over his mouth reaches to regain its purchase in Fuuta's hair. A worrying of his thumb into light strands as a wet heat returns around Baptiste's cock. The man lets out a soft sigh.
An adjustment of position on his side too. A shifting of how he holds his weight in order to assist in making this angle as smooth as it could possibly be. Baptiste's cock does possess a slight curve - as if to showcase the same sort of 'passion' or 'fervor' that man holds - but... well. Baptiste is a man who has swallowed swords and flaming batons for a living and coached others in the craft.
... Silently coaching someone to swallow cock and making the act look more grandiose than it truly was couldn't be much different right?
Right. Hopefully. With little hesitation, Baptiste slides his cock deep - with every intention of holding it in place for a few seconds. The tension in his arm, and the confidence in his thrust are intent to sell to the crowd a much harsher thrust than he commits to-
Though whether this is still too hard for Fuuta, remains to be seen.]