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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface 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. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

Welcome, one and all, to a thrilling new location! Robots have worked tirelessly to build, from the ground up, what can only be recognizable as an amusement park. You are just in time for the grand opening of Six Flagellants: Great Advagtures!

The Ferris Wheel routinely stops when lovebirds reach the top, waiting for a kiss - or something more daring! - before it starts up again.

Robots warn of the scary Haunted House: a dark building with wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. Flickering ghosts roam the halls, and you may find an eerily realistic Headless Horseman -- who bids you, "Come closer. Give me head," while pointing to yours. Hey, get your mind out of the... Nevermind.

The Carousel is a two-story affair. Nude figures with familiar faces lounge about, waiting to be ridden, and closer inspection proves that they have the faces of your fellow islanders. Hop on your favorite person and take them for a spin!

There are even Bumper Cars, which have the interesting effect of making one feel more aroused with every bump and impact. (It's randomized each time, so don't try to guess based on car color!)

What should be a similar ride, the Teacups, has the robots' madness written all over it instead. They have misunderstood the gentle spin-cycles for dangerous, dizzying loop-the-loops across a wide track. Some would swear that the ride has a supernatural invocation for fear. Others are simply man enough to admit they're afraid.

Lastly, the Tunnel of Love is not what you expect. Although flavored lube and guides to cunnilingus are on each fleshy-log-shaped boat, the motion of the ocean is quite soothing, and there's a pleasant floral scent in the air that causes a light intoxication.

Don't forget to try the food! Similar to the Street Kiosks, there's a ton of faire food: cotton candy, corn dogs, and the like.

Mascot outfits are available and those who wear them will be rewarded generously with credits.

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II. LIKE A FIREWORK

The next morning, you receive a message on your device: You are cordially invited to a celebration of skinship at the House of Worship. Please do not dress for the occasion.

If asked about it, the robots will confirm that is not a specific holiday, but a simple joyous event. If you pry, they may even say that the Old Ones often made merry and partook in the pleasures of the flesh - and so too should you.

For an hour, there will be food and drink - alcoholic and aphrodisiac. Then, at the designated time, once the sun has gone down, clothes will be shed and a revelry begun.

As fireworks explode overhead, the different colors send the naked senses reeling:

Red: You are amorous towards the people around you. Yours is a joyous celebration. The Auspicious Acts you offer are happy and lighthearted, full of kisses and sweet nothings.
Orange: You feel bold and adventurous, eager to try something - or someone - new. Your preferred Acts may be dangerous or exciting, perhaps with more than one person.
Yellow: You feel reverence when you watch the fireworks, reverence when you look at your fellow people. You feel blessed to be part of the celebration at the House of Worship, and you make the Acts you complete into Acts of worship. You are all about the spirit of generosity.
Green: You are not here to celebrate. Jealousy is your lot. Uncover a new side of yourself, full of bitterness and resentment, and try an Act that treads the fine line between light and dark.
Indigo: You are proud to celebrate! Those around you are lucky to bask in your presence. You have a newly-minted domineering attitude that makes itself known, and your Acts are likely to be something where you'll come out on top.
Violet: These fireworks make you feel unusual - the opposite of yourself. You are different in all that you want to do, preferring Auspicious Acts that you may not have thought twice about before.

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III. MISTLETOE

mistletoe

sensory deprivation

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N A V I G A T I O N

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It seems an odd question, but Essek tries a step forward with a hand still on Jim's arm lest something comes out to topple him again. When the first is successful, he takes another, just to be sure, angling his head back in Jim's general direction.

"It appears so. I'd appreciate finding somewhere that's more..." he gestures vaguely. "Out of the way."

Jim's pretty pleased when Essek manages to take a few steps away from the mistletoe. Not that he minds personally, but then again he is exceptionally easy. And exceptionally shameless. Definitely not the case with everyone.

"I'm sure we can find a room somewhere. Or we can try to make it back to my place, if you want, but it's a little farther away."

Not too far but it might be quite a challenge considering Essek's current state.

"But first— we can try and see if a kiss will do the trick?"

Essek prefers his boundaries and his privacy. He hasn't thought so far as to be picky for choice of partners - it's been an exceptionally long time since he's even bothered with the act of sex itself that it just hasn't much occurred to him if he even has any preferences. Regardless, he's not particularly keen to be engaging in any intimacy out in the open where others could see.

"Whatever is easiest, should the need arise." Jim's room is going to be the same as any random nearby one, so far as Essek is concerned.

"Sometimes the simplest solutions are best," he recounts, somewhat bemused. But he lifts his hand, reaching out to find an anchor point - a shoulder, an arm, his face. "I'll take your lead."

Well, hopefully a kiss won't feel too intimate. While Jim isn't really holding out much hope that it'll do the trick, he figures they may as well give it a try, and it makes sense to do it before wasting time looking for a room that they might end up not needing.

So instead he guides Essek's hand to his cheek, then reaches out to rest his own palm against Essek's jaw, leaning in for a kiss. It's barely a peck at first, just to test things out, and should he find no resistance, he'll press in a little more, without actually deepening the contact just yet.

After a few good seconds he'll pull back, looking over Essek's features, trying to gauge whether his eyes are focusing on anything now. "Did it work?"

Intimacy, he's discovering, is less to do with the act than it is with familiarity. The first exploratory contact is soft enough, and the follow up pleasant.

But nothing changes, as Jim can see in the way violet eyes continue to stare far away at nothing. Essek runs his tongue along his lips, takes in a breath through his nose and lets it out softly in a sigh. There's a mix of frustration and disappointment in his voice.

"No." His thumb seems to brush idly, automatically over the curve of Jim's cheek, using the contact as an anchor. His fingertips explore a little, finding the edge his ear and tracing over the curve. Human.

"It seems we must go further...if you are willing."

The kiss is very nice. It kind of makes Jim wish they weren't doing it just out of necessity. Well, who knows? He can still hope that maybe Essek won't be opposed to spending more time with him again in the future.

For now, though, helping him regain his sight takes precedence. Even as he sighs at the gentle touches, practically melting against Essek, and how he chuckles in response to that last remark, he nods, reaching up to take one of Essek's hand. Easier to guide him that way.

"I am very willing. But let's go find us a quiet corner first?"

Essek is rarely one to make promises, but he is also rarely one to close doors without good reason. It's not hard to notice the easy way that Jim seems to respond to him, and Essek files that thought among everything else he is learning about him as they go.

"That would be preferable, yes." More intimate, he supposes, although his personal preferences are more toward clean sheets and away from uninvited, prying eyes.

He curls his hand in Jim's following carefully along. It would be so much easier to float, without having to worry about tripping over a raised stone or even his own feet. It's slow going with his particularly cautious steps.

"Perhaps somewhere well kept and close by would be easiest, if that is agreeable to you."

That draws a chuckle from him, his tone amused. "Knowing this place as well as I do, I'm sure we won't have any problems at all finding a spot like that."

Trying to urge people to have sex this much, it'd make sense to offer various locations. Because most people don't tend to like getting hot and heavy right out in public, and not a lot of people like walking into those sorts of scenes.

Predictably, it's not long before Jim finds a room. It's simple, not too big, but it's clean and there are a few supplies near the bed that they can make use of. Jim's mostly interested in the lube anyway, the rest is... toys, cuffs, kinky stuff, definitely not for right now, no.

"Found a room," he says while coaxing Essek inside, closing the door behind him. He should at least be able to hear the quiet of the room like this, and Jim guides him closer to the bed. "I can help you out of your clothes, that alright?"

"Have you been here long?" Now he's genuinely curious. Reports from others seemed to point to current residency being only a few months thus far. An inconvenience, to be true, but nothing to be particularly wound up about when somehow the timeline itself in their home worlds seemed undisturbed.

From the sound of it, Essek has to imagine the size of the room. Small, possibly utilitarian. He can't help a slight tense between his shoulders as the door clicks shut, suddenly more aware of just how alone and vulnerable this whole exchange could potentially be, despite his attempt to approach it pragmatically. It's a means to an end, and nothing more. Even if his power has been neutered for the time being, he still has a few tricks up his sleeve, so to speak, if need be.

"If you like." It sounds nonchalant, but he's also trailing a hand up Jim's arm, finding a shoulder, then explores with both hands the cut and feeling of his clothing, attempting to derive some sense of the body beneath. His own clothes are perilously simple compared to what he usually prefers, but it seems as though unlike his spellbook, his own clothing did not accompany him through whatever portal he had been dragged into.

As far as personal effects go, he'd much rather have the spellbook. A dark, untailored tunic is tucked into dark breeches, tucked into dark boots. It's simple enough to puzzle out. Meanwhile, Essek sightlessly seeks out whatever clasps and couplings he can find on Jim's clothing, examining anything unfamiliar with curious fingers before nimbly working it open.

"Might you...have any preferences for how this happens?"

"Four months, give or take," he says. Sometimes it's strange, keeping track here, particularly with no set job, no meetings, no missions. But he makes do, at the very least they get daylight and nighttime here.

"Why yes, I would very much like," he says, with a trace of teasing to his tone, a smile that he hopes Essek can hear in his voice. He takes in the layers of clothing, glad that it's all fairly simple, and then he starts with the tunic, tugging it off and guiding it up Essek's torso. As for Jim's clothes, they're all very simple too. The sweater stretches and comes off easily, and if anything is of interest is the button and zipper of his jeans. Should Essek struggle with that, he'll give him a hand.

"No preferences, no," he leans in for a quick peck, hands sliding back down his torso, settling over the waistband of his trousers. "I tend to adapt to whatever my partner likes. What do you like?"

Four months, so still very much in line with what he's heard so far. "Do you happen to know the longest amount of time any of the...borrowed residents has been here?"

The tease is very much apparent. Essek can imagine the sort of expression that might accompany the tone, painting it onto the imagined face he's conjured up for the man that has found him. Human, short hair, a nice jaw and eager, confident hands. There's a soft, surprised sound when Jim steals another kiss, but he's not at all displeased.

Clothing divests, shirts and boots and shoes removed. Essek finds his hands wandering as soon as there's skin to touch, warm beneath curious fingertips as he maps out whatever unique features of his new companion's body he can find. Would he find a plethora of scars as expected of a warrior, or an adventurer? Were there marks of a tradesman or a laborer on his hands? Or perhaps an absence of these things, a softness, to suggest nobility, or even a scholar? There are many things he could take in about a person on sight; learning them by touch is something he has considerably less experience with.

But all of that stills with a pause, followed by an amused scoff.

"That...is the question, isn't it? In truth it has been quite some time since I last engaged in...sexual intimacy. I am not sure it will make much difference at the moment."

Essek shifts his weight, testing the hold of the hands at his hips. It's light, easy, but even so...

One hand slides lower, drifting down Jim's chest, tracing by his stomach until fingertips hit cloth, low on his waist. One corner of his lips twitches upward a moment as an idea comes into his mind.

"How aroused are you right now?"

"I think... six, seven months? I'm not... ah, sure right now."

You see, he's otherwise distracted, and not exactly in the mood to talk much about that anymore. Essek might not get many more decent answers from him from this point onward, although he will be more than happy to talk about all this later on.

Once they're both fully undressed, Jim lets Essek explore his body as he pleases. What he'll learn through touch actually won't tell him much at all about the man he is; he has no scars whatsoever, no marks left behind, not even callouses on his fingers. His hair is smooth, and he generally lacks in body hair, except for the small patch of hair on his groin that Essek can't yet feel with his fingertips.

As for Essek's appearance, it holds plenty of interest to him. He admires with his gaze as well as his hands, taking his time to learn where they're similar, and where they're different. The skin, hair, eyes and ears were at least obvious enough; the rest he's just learning now, and his hands run down his chest, also stopping just where the waistband of his trousers rests over his hips.

Jim presses his lips in and looks back up to Essek's face, meeting his gaze even if he might not be able to see right now. He very nearly asks a more direct question than that, just so he knows what he should be going for (top or bottom?), but then Essek seems to get some kind of idea.

"Oh. I'm— getting there. You can feel for yourself," he points out, just in case Essek is holding back from doing so out of some misplaced sense of propriety. If he does touch, he'll be able to feel Jim already hardening, but not yet fully stiff. "Why do you ask?"

Essek notes the information for later, allowing himself to focus a little more on the task at hand. Not being able to see, he doesn't quite remember what a novelty he is for most humans until Jim's hands start their own curious wandering. His frame likely feels rather slight, the bone structure seemingly more delicate and light. He himself is not a warrior of any sort, but there are some marks on his hands if one were to look close enough, that would mark him as a magic user, if one knew what to look for.

As long as it's been since he's brought anyone to his bed, it's only when those hands are on him that Essek really feels it. He shifts under the touch, sliding away when it brushes something a little too sensitive - which feels like nearly all of him, even though it is gentle.

But perhaps a distraction is better for now. At the invitation, he does slip slender fingers in beneath the remaining clothing to feel for Jim's erection. Essek hums thoughtfully; a little farther along than he prefers to start off, but that just means there's no reason to waste time.

"Remove the rest of your clothing, and sit. I'll use my mouth."

The reaction to his touches isn't too surprising. People are all varying degrees of sensitive, some more responsive than others, though he is admittedly pleased to learn Essek's reaction to even the lightest of touches or the ghosting of his fingertips.

His thoughts do trail off for a moment when a hand dips into his trousers, fingertips tracing along his growing erection. He sucks in a breath, and his eyes widen slightly at Essek's words, or rather, the way he says them. It so suddenly and strikingly reminds him of Spock, that he has to suppress the urge to laugh right then and there.

Instead, with a huff and a poorly suppressed grin that Essek can't see, Jim does as told, taking off his trousers and underwear, and once down to nothing at all, he move to sit on the bed. His hands reach for Essek's own, coaxing him to come down, or at least offering some guidance. "I'm sitting. Do you want help?"

In truth, he's doing what he believes will mitigate too much contact. Casual, affectionate touching is something he has little experience with, and even that is mostly also decades ago. Even if he prefers a perfect stranger for sex, apparently it is going to take a little time to grow accustomed to all of the physical aspects that go with it.

Sucking a man's cock is a good way to start, Essek thinks. It's something he remembers enjoying, especially working said cock to full hardness.

He lets Jim guide them together, sliding gracefully to his knees between his thighs. A smirk appears, heat reaching unfocused eyes. "I think I can figure it out from here."

Being without his eyesight, it seems, makes the experience more erotic than he remembers. Essek explores - not too slowly, but without swallowing him immediately, either. Slender fingers trace against soft inner thighs and low over his stomach; thumbs brush gently over tender sacs beneath his still swelling erection.

He wets his lips with a quick flick of his tongue before pressing them to Jim's cock. Softly once, twice, three times, each more open-mouthed than the next, before slipping them over the stiffened head. A soft moan escapes despite himself, and he bows his head as far as he can manage to take in as much as he can. A pause, then a slow, leisurely slide back up, all the while listening, feeling, for Jim's reactions.

Yeah, that's probably not going to last very long, to be fair. Jim loves physical contact, sex hardly makes any sense to him if both parties are just continuously avoiding touching each other. Either way, he doesn't quite realize that's what Essek's trying to do here, besides he does seem to be into what he's doing, so far be it from him to stop him.

His lips curl in amusement at the answer, the first few touches getting a soft hum from him. He stays still for a moment, then eventually relaxes, one hand propping on the mattress just behind himself, while the other runs through Essek's hair, slow and coaxing.

Not that Essek seems to need much of it anyway, and the first flick of a tongue draws a gasp from him, breaths just a hint shallower as Essek kisses against the tip of him, and by the time he takes the head past his lips, Jim's murmuring little words of encouragement. He's patient, though, more than willing to let Essek take his time here, though he does dip one of his feet between Essek's thighs, toes wiggling.

It's just impossible for him not to touch his partner, Essek will have to forgive him that.

It's acclimation more than anything, really. The hand in his hair feels nice in fact; there's just enough of it to enable a satisfying handful as his mouth slides eagerly over Jim's cock. Without even needing to pause Essek gently turns that mischievous foot away, hands pressing legs apart to concentrate on his work.

Jim had already been well on his way to full hardness, but it's still so terribly satisfying to feel him gradually stiffen fully in his mouth. Once there, Essek takes his time again with slow, flat-tongued licks along the length from base to tip. It's a shame he can't look up to see his face, but all of the little mumbles that drop from his mouth are reward enough. He lingers on the touches that get the most reaction.

More kisses, a gentle suck at the head, a very soft graze of teeth, and he descends again. Essek builds a faster pace now, swallowing as much as he's able.

Jim's not in a place to really protest when Essek pushes his foot away. A shame, but hey, at least he's not getting distracted while Essek works on him. Either way, he expects to have the opportunity to return the favor soon.

Sooner rather than later, the way things are going. Essek wastes absolutely no time in finding just what Jim likes, licking and stroking in just the right spots, with just the right pressure. His panting grows a little louder and shallower the more Essek uses his mouth on him, and when he takes him into his mouth and bobs his head, a louder moan pushes its way out of him.

"Essek," he breathes the name, because he feels like it and because it's only natural for him to seek some kind of connection here, no matter how much Essek might be trying to avoid it. Besides, it's one way to encourage him to keep going, if the way he's now completely stiff in his mouth doesn't make it obvious enough that he's enjoying himself a lot. Both hands weave into Essek's hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, a slow, encouraging sort of massage as he cradles his head and follows each bob of his head up and down.

He's not going to last very long, if Essek's going at that pace, but he says nothing to that. He imagines Essek's eager to regain his sight more than anything, so he doesn't mind the rush at all. Besides, it feels pretty damn fantastic right now, so far be it from him to complain.

It is a little strange to hear his name in such a way on the lips of a stranger. But the hands are enjoyable, the press of fingers and the scrape of nails. Essek carries on his task diligently, adjusting to Jim's responses and secretly rather gratified at the noises he's pulling from him. It is encouraging, and as a result he shows no signs of slowing his pace. They have a goal, after all.

His own hands tighten against Jim's thighs before one wraps around the base of him, pumping briskly as his mouth teases even more at the head. A few soft hums vibrate against the sensitive flesh, though Essek is entirely unaware he's made them. As he feels Jim's orgasm near, the speed and fervor of his efforts increase, pushing him quickly towards climax.

If there's any arousal sparking between his own legs, he is dutifully ignoring it.

The hands are about all he can do to at least return some of the pleasure that Essek's giving him. It doesn't cross his mind that he won't return this gesture, to make Essek feel good just like he has for him, so he doesn't mind allowing himself to simply take that pleasure for now, even if it means he's not doing much of anything for the other.

He sucks in a breath and presses his lips in as Essek moves a little faster, his mouth tightens, his lips kiss and suck more insistently at the head. Precome spills as a warning, so close that he is, and his breaths turn into distinct pants, louder and more erratic, hips shifting on the bed in impatience without actually pushing into Essek's mouth.

It's not too sudden when he reaches his climax, not if Essek's been paying attention to the signs, and while he tenses from head to toe, it's not enough for him to buck or thrash too much. His thighs tense at best, and he spills onto Essek's mouth, fingers tightening in his hair for the fraction of a second before he remembers himself and eases the hold again. Waves of pleasure wash over him and he lets out a series of breathless moans and soft cries, torn between folding over or just flopping back on the bed, but he somehow manages to stay right as he is, sitting still while enjoying that ride.

Oh, he is ready. Tuned into every little movement, every sound, every tug on his hair. It's clear when Jim is about to hit his peak, and Essek pulls back just enough just in time even being somewhat out of practice. Thick seed fills his mouth as he pumps him generously through orgasm.

It's a surprisingly pleasurable feeling. A powerful one. The heady, breathy little cries, the tension and then sudden release of fingers in his hair, the sensation of a body roiling beneath him, undone by his own hand - or mouth, rather. This man had been utterly laid out for him, by him, surrendered. It's incredibly satisfying all on its own.

Yet as soon as his mouth is filled, Essek pulls away, searching for somewhere convenient to spit. As he finds a convenient towel on a nearby convenient table, he realizes that the spell - curse, or whatever it is - has thankfully lifted.

The soiled towel is loosely folded to show use and deposited under the table, and Essek gets to his feet. He spares a brief glance to Jim, allowing himself to take in the full sight of his work as the man still recovers. Not bad for not having sucked a cock in decades.

"It appears to have worked," he announces, gathering his shoes and making for the door. "Thank you again for your aid."

With that, he leaves.

The peak of his pleasure is blissful, the aftermath a soaring feeling he always enjoys. It leaves him enough of a panting mess sitting on the bed that he doesn't quite process that Essek's getting ready to leave until he's already on his feet, picking up his shoes.

He's also very quick to retreat, which— well, makes sense when you're in a hurry to ditch. Jim just wasn't expecting it at all. Probably on him that he didn't, really; they don't really even know each other after all.

"I," he starts, but it dies there, just as the door closes behind Essek and he's left standing there, probably looking every bit like the idiot he feels. So... that's that, then.

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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK

00. Arrival

I. SIX FLAGELLANTS

II. LIKE A FIREWORK

III. MISTLETOE

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