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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

Arrival

This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. Feel the friendship!

Recent arrivals and visitors to the beach may notice a sudden influx of hundreds of bright red crustaceans crawling (and coupling) across the sand. It's crab mating season, as it turns out, it's a regular invasion! To keep the beach a pleasant place to gather for the island's inhabitants, the robots are offering credits to especially enterprising crab-catchers. Grab a bucket and get to work! Be sure to watch out for their pinch, mind you. Their little claws are tiny, but that doesn’t mean they don’t hurt.

Surprisingly, there is another effect that even the robots don't anticipate: islanders who are pinched by the crabs find themselves feeling instantly buddy-buddy with the next person they spot. Did you just become best friends?! Get pinched one too many times, however, and those feelings may sour into a crabby mood, indeed.

If you are feeling particularly vengeful (or just hungry), the little crabs do make for delicious gumbo. Once cooked, they have no side effects whatsoever.

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II. Phallus Phestival

Although the Augur is offline and supplies are scarce, the robots of Erku are still eager to make their run-down little island a welcoming place for the new arrivals. To that end, they have arranged a three day festival to boost morale and promote the generation of plenty of Eros energy to assist in the restoration of the damaged and decayed parts of the city. The robots claim that this celebration was once a cornerstone of the long-lost civilization of the island. By the dawn of the first day, every island resident will find at their doorstep (or tent flap, mobile suit, etc) the traditional costume of the ancient islanders to wear to the festival. It appears to be... a giant sheet? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the sometimes garish colors and patterns of the fabric, but at least the robots have uploaded instructions on how to wear it to your bracelet device.

Attendees will find food (mostly crab-flavored), confections, and household necessities in rather suggestive shapes, as well as goods you might find handy to complete your A5 squares: sex toys, pervertibles, sexy maid outfits, and the like. While islanders are welcome to set up shop on the festival grounds and sell (or charge) whatever they like, all items from the robots are offered up for free to those who wear their traditional island garb!

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III. Fireside Adventures

Each night of the festival is wrapped up in style with an enormous bonfire on the beach, where drinks, fruity cocktails, and lively music appropriate for dancing is all provided at no cost by the robots. Even if you’re not usually much of a dancer, the longer you stand by the fire and allow it to warm your limbs, the more you feel like moving! Not only that, but everyone is looking quite beautiful by the firelight, are they not?

If you’ve grown tired - or if dancing just isn’t your thing - you might prefer to sit back and swap stories on one of the many driftwood log benches the robots have prepared for seating. Or, maybe you’d prefer to rough it for the night in one of the beachside canvas tents. Better claim one quick, though, or be prepared to share… there’s only one sleeping bag!

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N A V I G A T I O N

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[ Good thing for Klaus that Eustace is a top then.

Unfortunately, Eustace is also a huge dick and plays the field entirely on his own agenda. He stands silent for a moment, assessing the situation for a brief moment, before finally replying. ]

What do I get out of this?

[ Other than, y'know, shoving some beads up a guy's ass. (Sorry, did this guy ask him for his name? He doesn't wanna give it.) ]

I mean..
_{[ He tilts his head to a shoulder, kind of assessing the situation himself, but mostly just undressing Eustace with his eyes. He's never dealt with someone who seems to be.. part animal. But that doesn't seem like a road block in the least. He's definitely "try everything once as long as it's consensual" so.. ]}

Whatever you want, really. I'm flexible.

_{[ A beat. ]}

Both mentally and physically.

_{[ I'm sorry. Did he not mean in the bedroom and just something in general? The typical crowds his finds himself around just.. talk about sex like this. ]}

[ His desire to be left alone in peace wars with his desire to mark the squares off his A5 card as efficiently as possible. There's no telling what sort of 'karma' might be rewarded upon completion of said squares, but if it'll get him access to better tech, then he might as well take it.

Besides, this man looks eager enough to assist. May as well wring some use out of him. Sorry, Klaus. ]

Hmph. [ Is that a yes? A no?? ] Lead the way then.

[ Apparently a yes. ]

_{[ Klaus is well aware of the A5 cards that is on each bracelet now that he has gotten accustomed to this place and it's been a few days, so he can understand that some people might be eager to, well, get busy. For Klaus, it's just part of his lifestyle. It was part of his lifestyle back when he was a junkie and party animal on the streets, back when he was in rehab, when he was in the Vietnam War (though, he had a stable partner then) and now back in Dallas in the 1960's when he accidentally started a very positive and sexually open cult.

He's still surprised by Eustace's response, though. The guy must be eager for something. ]}

Oh, no, no. I couldn't. I mean, I could, but you should lead the way instead, daddy.

_{[ Just making their roles are clear as if his already submissive behavior wasn't enough. He's also new here. He's not sure if Eustace is new here or not, but he's also very compliant with whatever. ]}

[ Daddy...Please never call him that again. At least, not in public.

Anyway, that's not the issue here, even if his lip curls in offense at the term. (How much would it cost to buy a gag for this man? Probably worth whatever silence he can get for the next hour or so.)

The issue is: ]

I don't know where you live.

[ They're not going to his place, sorry bud. The less any person knows about his (admittedly) nonexistent private life here on this island, the better. ]

_{[ Klaus seems a little surprised that this guy wants to do it at his place considering he just arrived here, but sure. Eustace doesn't know that, but given the whole battered island, he probably isn't expecting much. ]}

Oh, do excuse it, though. There's some tidying up I have to do.

_{[ He wants to hang onto this guy's arm or be some other matter of annoying to him, but he folds his hands behind his back instead. He's already made it painstaking obvious the dynamic here, so he won't do anything like that without permission.

The place he's picked out to live in is a small but run down temple of sorts. It kind of reminded him of the aesthetic he had going on back in Dallas and he was a little surprised that nobody had claimed this spot yet.. to his knowledge. Which.. if they did, that would be fine. He's shared his space with other people his entire life. ]}

Home sweet home. Well, not really. I've had a lot of these.. "not really" homes as of late.

_{[ He's been homeless plenty of times ever since he left the Academy. It's kind of like that.. only on an island. ]}

[ Klaus could live in a dumpster for all Eustace cares. His eyes sweep over the place once, largely checking for possible escape routes and possible angles of trajectory should the worst come to happen.

(This is sex island, Eustace, chill tf out....)

Sweep done, he settles back down on his heels. ]

Hmph.

[ Yeah, that's what he thinks of this place. Good? Bad? Who knows. There's a more pressing matter at hand anyway, which is: ]

Where do you want to do this?

[ Wow, romantique. No wining and dining first with this one. ]

_{[ While Eustace is doing his look over, Klaus is already undressing cause.. yeah. That’s what you do, typically, but he has paused to regard the other man curiously. Why did he seem so guarded about everything? And what’s with that huffy attitude? What he does like is the no frills and straightforwardness, though. Don’t wine and dine cause he will undoubtedly end up falling in love with you. It’s sad.

Anyway, he approaches him again and finally touches him, this time under the chin to direct him to look back at him. He gives a small whistle. ]}

Yoohooo, I’m right here.

_{[ His hand withdraws, this time to stroke his own chin. ]}

God, well. There’s just so many different ways.. I mean, I’m partial to a vertical surface.. oh, or out in public, but I guess we came all the way here, sooooo...

Anything specific on your little bingo you thinking about?

_{[ HE IS JUST SO RELAXED TALKING ABOUT THIS AND STANDING THERE IN HIS UNDERWEAR .. which don’t cover too much. ]}

[ Well, if it doesn't cover much....don't mind him as he checks out Klaus's package. For Business™ reasons, of course. He has to see what he's working with here.

As per usual, Eustace doesn't really give any indictor of the conclusion he comes to - is the dick big enough for his tastes? will it be satisfactory?? - opting instead to just move on. He's a really impartial bang, sorry Klaus.

But ah, since they're on the subject—he folds his arms over his chest. ]

Depends. Any last questions before we start?

[ AKA, how annoying are you gonna be, bro? ]

_{[ Fortunately, this is Robert Sheehan, so we have plenty of reference. Like this, for example. He’s probably wearing that exact underwear too.

But anyway.

Klaus seems rather sincere as he mills over what possible questions he could ask. Like.. where is the lube, or how kinky are we gonna take this, etc, but his hazel eyes go from Eustace’s ears and he knows exactly what to ask, serious as can be. ]}

I don’t know what kind of animal you are, so I mean.. is it barbed? Will it get stuck?

_{[ so... very annoying. ]}

[ Shhhh, don't worry about the lube, Klaus, that'll sort itself out one way or another. The more pressing concern is definitely taking care of that mouth. Eustace can already feel his patience wearing thin, and while sex is hardly an emotionally fraught adventure for him, he's not sure how much more of this he can take before he decides to choke the guy out instead.

Is breathplay on Klaus's card? Asking for a friend, and that friend is definitely Eustace.

But funnily enough, Eustace doesn't outright ignore the question. There's even a brief hint of a smile on his face. ]

Guess you'll find out.

[ But first. He saunters over the couch and grabs a questionably clean towel, which he offers. ]

Put this in your mouth. Unless you want me to do it for you?

[ Whatever gets your rocks off, buddy. ]

_{[ I's a real shame breathplay isn't, but he would happily indulge in that just because it's one of his personal choices. Maybe that should be my free space.
Just hinting at things makes him take a ragged exhale, but he watches as the other picks up something in his hand, swallowing thickly. Oh, how should he come across this.. he's not sure, but maybe. ]}

Make me.

_{[ The tone is playful enough where Eustace should know that he wants him to do it.. and by force. What a great first encounter. ]}

[ Is that a challenge?

Klaus may be mouthy but if nothing else, Eustace can appreciate that bit of fire that flares up. His smile widens and his eyelids lower, just a bit. ]

Since you asked so nicely.

[ He doesn't waste time in grabbing Klaus by the throat, fingers gripping tight enough to hold the other man in place (though maybe surprisingly, not enough to hurt). The other hand takes its sweet time in shoving the fabric into that open mouth, until his cheeks are bulging slightly.

If Eustace were a man of words, he'd remark on how nice Klaus looks all trussed up like that but alas, we can't always have nice things. Instead, he spins Klaus around until he's facing the nearest flat surface. ]

Lie down.

[ And then they can move towards to the main act. ]

_{[ You know, there's a very brief memory that flickers in his head being treated like this. He was pretty sure it was at a rave party— someone wearing cat ears and handling him in the bathroom while the low bass and thumping of the music rang in his ears, intensified only by the drugs that flowed through his veins. That was a long time ago.

And here, he thought he had forgotten all of his encounters during those years of his life.

The firmness and gentleness of Eustace's hold earns a noise of him, and he parts his lips to speak, again, but it's too late. He's getting gagged before any words can come out. That's all it takes for a half chub to form in between his legs, and he finds it a little unfair that he's stripped down to barely anything and Eustace is still fully clothed. Tragic. Awful, really.

As Eustace continues to stuff his mouth, he does play up the scene, writhing and settling his hands on the other man's wrist, fingers curling loosely around him. His eyes have grown halfway heavy as he regards the other man wordlessly, but releases him once he's being ordered to lie face down.

On his way, down, he does look over his shoulder to give Eustace a look, and the best that Eustace can tell is he's trying to smile with all that fabric in his mouth. Yeah, he seems rather pleased, even if they're gonna skip the kissing (and furry ear fondling, tragically. He was looking forward to that.)

Down he goes, but not without making another scene out of his, curling his spine smoothly before settling face down as told. ]}

[ Shhh, it's fine, those clothes will be coming off soon enough. Right now, actually.

Even if Klaus can't see the stripping taking place behind him, he can certainly hear it - the light jingle of belts as they're undone, the sound of leather quietly peeling away from bare skin. The light thud of a pair of gloves being carelessly tossed to the ground. Wasting time has never been one of Eustace's interests but there's a certain methodical order to how he undresses now, here in the rundown once-temple.

If he's going to do this, he might as well do it right. And doing it right, in this case, means putting on at least a bit of a show, even if the audience can't see it.

Undressing doesn't take forever though and eventually he's stepping up to where Klaus lays, one hand coming to rest on Klaus's (unfortunately) still-clothed ass. Easy enough to solve this problem; it's with one swift motion that he tugs the skimpy fabric down until there's nothing but bare ass in front of him. Not a bad view, all things considered.

He runs the pad of one thumb from the outward jut of a hipbone, not stopping until he reaches the top of Klaus's hole. ]

I wonder...how much do you think we can fit up here?

[ Don't worry, he will magic some lube up from somewhere before he starts shoving stuff in. ]

_{[ Sometimes just leaving things to the imagination is enough for him and his hazel eyes do bounce to regard the articles of clothing as the gradually fall off of the other man's body. He seemed certainly fit from underneath what Klaus could see— a contrast with his lithe body, pale and scrawny where his ribs were almost showing. His butt is cute, though. Small like the rest of him, but it has some shape to it. Another mention is Eustace might see a tattoo of a tiger along his right shoulder blade if he bothers to look at the rest of his body.

There's a bit of concern as Klaus assumes his partner is going to do all of this dry, but it wouldn't be the first time. It's absolutely depriving him already that he's not in a position to look at the other man, so he can't help but try and peep over his shoulder to see him. What if, though, he did something that would merit more attention? What if he just— oh, there it goes, he's taking the gag out so he can say something stupid. ]}

Guess you'll find out, captain.

_{[ Did he just use the same sentence Eustace used? He really hopes his partner decides to stuff his mouth again. Cause he's just like that. He wants to rile him up. Cause he's like that. ]}

[ Bitch, no one told you to take out that gag.

For a moment, the only reaction to this shameless defiance is a thin narrowing of his eyes, cold and humorless. Then, without a word, Eustace leans down, body pressing flush against the other man's, to grab Klaus by the chin and pull him in for a kiss.

Unfortunately, there's nothing soft about the kiss; rather, it's more an act of violence than of romance, tongue sweeping in to explore, tangle, touch briefly before it withdraws and is replace by teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. But only once—he's pulling away immediately afterwards, letting go of Klaus in order to brush the lingering blood and saliva off his lips.

A small punishment for an act of disobedience. Though, judging from a certain something pressing firm against one leg, there's at least one thing about this whole situation that's turning him on. ]

I didn't say you could take it out. Don't do that again.

[ Now say 'yes, daddy' like a good boy. ]

_{[ If looks could kill, honestly, but that cold expression causes a chill to run down the brunette's spine. It looks like he's succeeded and getting the response he wanted and it thrills him.
The other man feels warm over his body and he fans his eyes shut, easing out a breath since he isn't sure what's going to happen. He liked that, though. Unpredictable was good. The kiss was definitely unpredictable and it earns Eustace a muffled noise, but he's very eager to kiss back, even if its more out of desperation and not something violet. His body hitches when he's bitten, but there's only a half lidded gaze on his face when Eustace pulls away and talks to him. His mouth is hot, pulsating from the distinctive sting that lingers on his lips, but the tip of his tongue curls, taking in the taste of his own salty blood. He exhales a shaky breath. Nice. ]}

Or what? You'll bite me somewhere else?

_{[ Then, under his breath with a stifle of a chuckle: ]}

I'd like to see that.

_{[ Finally, there's an up turn of his lip, but he takes the cloth and takes his precious time, possibly to irritate the other man further and putting it back in his mouth as tightly packed as it was before like a good boy. His hips sway from side to side, though, before he shamelessly eases the upper part of his body against the damp floor, rolling his back end against his partner's lap to indicate his desire. Cock or whatever else he's wanting to experiment with in there. Another unpredictability.

It's a natural movement and want for a hedonist like him at this point. ]}

[ He doesn't say it, but the answer? Leaning more towards yes with every passing minute.

But not with Klaus the way he is now, mouthing off with that smirk plastered all over his lips. If he wants another kiss, another bite or three, he'll have to earn it. Stuffing that gag back in is a good start; grinding his ass against Eustace, like he doesn't have a care in the world?

Well, he'll allow it, this once.

His hands clamp down around the other man's hips, holding him firm against his lap for the count of a few seconds. Long enough for Klaus to feel the persistent press of Eustace's arousal against his ass. ]

Is that what you want? [ Well, too bad. ] You'll have to show me you deserve it.

[ And then he's letting go, briefly leaving to go get the necessary supplies: in this case, their beads from before and a small bottle of lube. Where did it come from? Don't ask questions.

Pucker up, bud, we're goin' in. ]

_{[ There's a lot of things he wants, usually all at once. It was the over-stimulation; the gluttonous intake of whatever that helped him feel numb. He's been sober from it all for far too long and now that there wasn't much reason for him to keep his sobriety up, he had wondered what sorts of suppressants he could find in a place like this. Sex was the next best thing, though. It could be a drug in and of itself. Lord knows he was addicted to it, so if his newfound partners wanted to go big or go home, he was compliant; he was willing if it helped him grace the surface of euphoria. He does feel that stiff arousal— the way the other man's grips his hips possessively and firm in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

It felt nice to be wanted, even if it was just being used.

From then, Klaus takes a few, steady breaths and tries to relax, only to feel that warmth flee from him. His eyes flutter open, his face resting against the mossy surface of his make shift home, and he's once again a little loss as to what was about to happen. He liked that, though. Anything predictable had almost lost it's flavor at this point.

Klaus does make a rather pitiful noise to emphasize his impatience even if Eustace left him just for a moment. Before he can protest any further, though, he feels the cold press of something against him. He knows what it is— it's been a long time since he's allowed something like this to be used on him, but he figures it might be best if he doesn't aggravate Eustace any further if he's going to be putting something like that in and out of him.

If Eustace goes ahead and pushes the toy further in, he might feel some resistance at first, a stifled noise before he breathes deep through his nose, trying to loosen his muscles. ]}

[ Even if he's never used anything like this before, Eustace knows the general do's and don't's of shoving something up another person's ass. He'd sniped a small bottle of lube off of one table in the market earlier, because prepartion is a man's best friend. (Right after dogs.)

He takes ample time in covering the bright pink beads, until both his fingers and the toy are slick with oil. Then it's back to that bare ass, one slick finger tracing a path around Klaus's entrance before he carefully begins inserting the beads in. One by one, each motion slow and deliberate while his face remains trained on Klaus, watching for any adverse reaction. He might be overly forceful at times, but he's not a sadist, preferring some level of mutual benefit in any type of agreement he enters into.

Maybe that's why he lets one whole iota of concern bubble up to the surface, fingers pausing for a brief moment. ]

Knock on the ground if it hurts.

[ Or just like...take the gag out, he won't bite this time. Maybe. ]

_{[ It does take a remarkable amount of trust for someone to be face down and completely exposed to a stranger— either that or someone with less amount of concern. Klaus was a little bit of both... trusting of people and apathetic for his own being.

Although he took the gag out previously, the feeling of half suffocation gives him a high of some kind, even if he can still breathe some through his nose despite the face his face is against the flooring. He remains still, allowing his partner to have complete control with what happens to him.

He feels his ring of muscles hug each bead as they go in and, he might be a bit theatric about this, but provides Eustace with some melodious, if not muffled, noises of approval. His arms shift from underneath him and he’s tempted to touch his hard prick, but instead he merely claws at the ground, eyes fluttering shut. ]}

[ Good to know the guy can still be so vocal even with a scrap of fabric shoved into his mouth.

It's not all bad, the noises acting as enough of a cue to guide Eustace's movements, ears on high alert for any changes in pitch and volume, as he keeps a steady rhythm with his hand, sliding his middle finger in alongside the beads, the tip of his finger pressing against the tight ring of muscle.

But that leaves his other hand free, free to skim across Klaus's hipbone and around his waist before pausing against his lower abdomen and pulling back until the scant gap between them is closed and the lower curve of Klaus's ass is pressed firm against his groin. Hi, Klaus, someone - or rather, something - is very happy to see you.

But, speaking of dicks and all they entail, someone's dick is being woefully underappreciated. Eustace doesn't stop the motions of his hand currently up Klaus's ass, but he does take a moment to lean forward, voice low as he asks: ]

Should I finger other parts of you too?

_{[ Each indulgent push and pull of Eustace’s hand with the toy feel so good, stimulating him in a feeling he’s sort of forgotten. Toys did that; kept it exciting. He loved that.

Feeling the stiff cock against him once more was such a tease— he actually makes a whimper of desperation when Eustace entertains the idea of touching him. He isn’t so tactless to touch himself unless asked to.. Klaus loved your give full control over to his partner to see what they would do. The noises he makes as pleading, and he can’t resist rutting his hips backwards again, hoping to give his partner some friction too.

He’s feeling a little lightheaded so he finally lifts his head and will greet the floor again when he feels himself getting closer, but he does take this chance to look over his shoulder at the other man, eyes half lidded and doused with desire. Klaus knows he may not be ready for the dick just yet, but another part of him doesn’t care if he isn’t stretched enough yet. He wants that organic feeling inside of him. ]}

[ The continued good behavior is a little surprising but not unwelcome, and though Eustace has never felt particularly strongly towards either the carrot or stick approach when it comes to behavior reinforcement, he's feeling generous right now, spurred on by the noises coming from that gagged mouth. And from the grinding of another body against his, the friction enough to draw forth a sharp exhale. He's not as stoic as he pretends to be, especially not in the bedroom.

So Klaus can have a little bit of fondling, as a treat. More specifically, the grip of a calloused hand around his cock, slick with lube, squeezing indulgently before caressing the tip with one thumb. The other hand stays right where it is on Klaus's ass, satisfied enough with the progress of the toy to move onto phase two.

While the beads are still firmly embedded inside, he slides his middle finger in, careful to make sure the beads aren't pushed wholly in. As if to test the water, he flexes his finger slightly, crooking the fingertip to apply some additional pressure. ]

Better?

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