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TDM 008: A WALK IN THE THEME PARK
| 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. 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. 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:
A group shower will be provided after the festivities wind down. III. MISTLETOE Many cherub dragons can be found gathering together in the Greenhouse, working together to finish the cultivation of a new plant. They spend an exhaustive night decorating the island with the new greenery, which can soon be identified as mistletoe. You may think it's sweet of them, but don't get caught underneath one of these sprigs! Standing under the dragon's mistletoe will cause sensory deprivation - and of course, the only way to regain what was lost is to indulge in an Auspicious Act. (You may choose whichever sense you like, or even choose to be figurative, such as "the sense of reason" or "a sense of purpose.") N A V I G A T I O N |
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.