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TDM 002

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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress."

The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up.

Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars.

Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.)

"You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication."

No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries.

The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well.

"Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷."

Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes!

( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn.

...Did you say priced?

That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app.

You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it?

(Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.)

And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative?

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They were never really lost in the first place.

[Please do not do that! He doesn't want to go through punishment again! He does not want to die! He is not going to participate in guro and snuff!

For a moment he had to think about what was meant as supplies, but then the context straightened itself out. Of course, such things would be needed.... He wasn't really sure though. He hadn't looked.]

Perhaps it can be requested, the robots- ah... the mannequi- puppets, will oblige to needs to further their agenda. The forest also has plants... useful for such activities of renewed vigor.

[ Luo Binghe quietly listens as Shen Qingqiu cycles through several words before landing on the one that has Luo Binghe actually making the connection he needs to understand what Shen Qingqiu is referring to. He briefly presses his lips together for a moment, considering, then his grin returns. ]

Stay here, and I will return soon.

[ He's gambling on Shen Qingqiu indeed being needy enough to remain in place. But really, it's fine if he flees. Luo Binghe has chased down Shen Qingqiu before, and the chase was part of the fun.

But he pulls himself up from the bed, and without so much as a glance back, turns and leaves the room.

Should Shen Qingqiu remain, Luo Binghe returns about ten minutes later with a low, seductive, ]

Come here, Shizun.

He was indeed needy enough to stay. Also, despite his fear and uncertainty about the original all encompassing protagonist so affectionately hailed Bing-ge, there was a part of him that did want to see him more. It was not as if he disliked the original character, he just did not want to be killed! The original goods definitely deserved it, at least mostly. But he was hoping the unmatched intelligence of Binghe would help in understanding the vast potential of alternate universes. He was not that man! Please don't hurt him....

Still several times he wondered why he was staying here, in this dingy room, waiting so patiently. Of course if he ran he woukd be hunted down probably, and he would definitely meet a bad end!

When Bing-ge finally returned he was sitting up and took a moment to decide if he woukd go over like some sort of obedient dog. The answer was no. But, he would get up graciously on his own, and maybe walk over of his own volition.

Yes! He was only doing this because he wanted to!]

Edited 2020-06-24 22:12 (UTC)

[ Luo Binghe takes hold of Shen Qingqiu's hand, his touch deceptively gentle considering its purpose of providing a point of capture should Shen Qingqiu try to run at this point.

He leads him down the hallway and into another room on the same floor. This one has a similar layout, with a similarly hard bed, but the furnishings beyond that are very different. There's a disproportionately large mirror where a headboard would normally be. Several candles are placed in different locations around the bed, already lit, almost inviting in their warmth if one ignores the purpose they've been assembled for. And of course, several lengths of robe in a luxurious red have been prepared, though they are a distinctly different hue from the Immortal-Binding Cables of their respective similar worlds. There are a few other items as well, most notably a small vessel of oil being warmed by its own candle.

Luo Binghe's hand immediately tightens and he pulls Shen Qingqiu against him, back to front, so they can both take in the sight of the room together as he murmurs into his ear. ]

What does Shizun think? This disciple apologizes for the meager arrangements, but I assure you I will do my best in spite of the circumstances.

[He hates it!

Well, not quite, but, he could imagine what all of these things were for and he couldn't help but feel mildly uncomfortable and the desire to say 'no!'.

At the sight of the oil he couldn't help but realize the missed opportunity at simply obtaining something more modern, and water-soluble. But, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to this, and... well, he had to admit quite a lot of tasteful effort was put in. Well, the mirror wasn't tasteful. He already wanted to die looking at it.

You are as creative and masterful as expected

[The power of the golden halo protagonist! Too resourceful!

He did not struggle, or even hesitate really, clearly his tone and expression were attempting to say one thing while the rest of him the other! He even felt so forward and bold to pull Bing-ge's hand closer.]

[ Luo Binghe places his lips on the shell of Shen Qingqiu's ear in a kiss. Then he kisses his lobe, then continues lower, down the side of his neck and to the edge of his robe. They've been in a similar position to this before, and Luo Binghe continues to expertly lavish attention on the skin under his lips as his hands deftly begin to divest the man in front of him of belt and robes. ]

The skill difference really was quite apparent! Though, he can see where Binghe- Bing-mei, could reach a point of being this smooth. His improvement already was leaps and bounds beyond what he would have assumed just be reading those hard core RPS fan fictions. Though, with some reflection, he wondered how he had ever been so fooled at that time. It really was far too smooth!

Perhaps it was because they had not really... done anything... properly at that time....

Well, either way, it was skilled and he could not deny how he was heating up faster than he expected. Though, to be quite fair, he was already on a warm setting, thank you drugged hell hole.

But, he wasn't done yet. He wasn't going to sit back and be done like some... wife!

So, with a forwardness he usually did not indulge in, perhaps a part of him was feeling guilty that he was not offering this rare UR+ prize to Bing-mei, but lucky Bing-ge gets to win the the gatcha draw! He drew the hand he had pulled closer towards him, and as Binghe began disrobing him, and not ruining it, such a nice thing not to worry about, he brought the mans fingers towards him and decided to kiss them. And as he did, he started to suck on them. He wasn't completely passive!

[ He fantasizes briefly about pushing those fingers in further, deeper than Shen Qingnqiu wants to take them until he's choking. But no, that isn't for now. Instead he responds with gentle, coaxing touches, rubbing Shen Qingqiu's tongue slowly. He plays with him with the same attention he'd give that tongue if they were kissing, and it were his own tongue in that mouth instead.

He continues to remove those robes layer by layer, until Shen Qingqiu is completely bare before him. He lets his hand rest on Shen Qingqiu's stomach, just shy of reaching more intimate places, and places one more slow kiss on his shoulder. ]

Shizun...

[ There's warmth in his voice, the warmth of someone who has made a life skill out of deception. It's a hollow warmth, but by appearances it burns as bright as any flame. ]

Let's enjoy ourselves together, Shizun.

[ With that, he's nudging him towards the bed. ]

He really can't take being called that, doing this and being called that! Not to mention, he was not really your shizun! Your shizun was an asshole and did nothing but make the wrong choices! He deserved what he got!

Being completely undressed was still embarrassing, being so exposed and on display to be so easily seen. Part of him wanted to cry 'don't look!' but there wasn't a point. Instead, he let himself focus on Binghe's fingers, playing with them the way he was being played with. Letting the heat rise as his actions stepped a little over his comfort zone.

But then, he did want it, this stupid place made him want a lot of things with few methods of putting them out of mind!]

Please stop saying that.

[But his words weren't harsh, more tired than anything, and he let himself be nudged to the bed.]

If you're not a wife, then you're Shizun.

[ After all, the name "Shen Qingqiu" comes with so many unpleasant connotations that Luo Binghe won't use that as something endearing. Absolutely not.

He sits Shen Qingqiu on the bed and sits beside him, picking up one of the bundles of rope. Luo Binghe carefully, gently gathers Shen Qingqiu's hair together and drapes it over his shoulder, getting it as out of the way as possible. Then he starts to get to work.

He places the rope around the back of Shen Qingqiu's neck and drapes it forward over his shoulders, then loosely wraps it under his armpits and around his arms several times in spirals down both sides. When he reaches his wrists, he gently guides Shen Qingqiu to hold them together behind his back. He wraps the ropes around both wrists, securing them together and tying a knot to hold. ]

Shizun, let me know if it feels too tight.

[Don't remind him of his crimes!

But, he didn't have a better thing to use. He would just have to live with this terrible connotation!

He was rather surprised with how gentle he was being, it almost bade the idea of being tied up less... uncompelling.

He was quite sure that Bingh-mei would just wrap them around his torso after tackling him over in over-eager excitement.

Even the offer that he could say something was quite... reassuring. Still, the idea of being restricted like this, made to be helpless and vulnerable was... rather scary and very embarrassing. especially since he was naked! But, they were not immortal binding coils, and if he really needed or wanted to could break them with some spiritual power.]

It is fine.

[In fact the ropes were rather soft... where had he found such things!? Though, given everything, of course they would be for such a thing....]

[ With the reassurance, Luo Binghe continues. He threads the ends through the rope at the back of Shen Qingqiu's neck, then runs them back and forth between that point and some of the loops on Shen Qingqiu's lower and upper arms, making the tie that much more secure. He ties it off properly, then takes a moment to admire his work. ]

Shizun...

[ He leans in a little and takes Shen Qingqiu's chin in hand, then turns his head so he can lean in for another kiss.

He can decide whether to tie up Shen Qingqiu any further after a brief distraction. ]

[There was a part of him that still wanted to cry 'No! Done! No way!' but while his soul was definitely squirming to escape his physical body and his blood gurgled in his throat there was no ignoring the heat growing everywhere, especially in that one place that was really quite troublesome!

Was this what it was like to be horny all the time? Is this what Binghe suffered on a daily basis? His heart almost went out to such a tragic difficult thing. Perhaps he should have had more care for such a plight.

But the difference is he was being drugged by voyeuristic porn mechanic robots!

And, since there was not much to do about it all, he might as well not fight it at this point, and though he was definitely a terrible person for giving into this.... if he had to give in... Binghe... Binghe was Binghe, even if he wasn't Bing-mei. And he could hate himself later when the desires subsided and he was left with nothing but cold shame.

He was also still feeling quite adamant that he could kiss perfectly well at the right time, so did return the kiss with vigor, or, at least, as much vigor as he could manage, the type that came with a man trying to prove himself to a hypothetical audience that was booing him from afar.]

[ It's not the worst kiss Luo Binghe has experienced, though it's still far from the best. Shen Qingqiu kisses like someone with drastically little experience, but Luo Binghe is more than used to compensating for such flaws in his lovers. He indulges Shen Qingqiu, letting him have a chance to do things with his tongue before Luo Binghe takes over and asserts control. As he kisses, he slowly runs his fingers over the ropes, admiring his work through touch.

And then he breaks the kiss and pushes Shen Qingqiu down to the bed on his back, and holds him there so he can admire his work with his sight. ]

As expected, Shizun looks lovely in red ropes. [ A coy smile appears on Luo Binghe's face. ] This disciple wants to do many indecent things to him, and touch him everywhere.

[ He starts by putting a hand to Shen Qingqiu's cheek, but then he trails it down to his chest, to a nipple, so he can draw a slow circle there with the pad of a finger. ]

[Being looked at in such a way was embarrassing, his exposed self all the more apparent and focused on. A part of him wanted to curl up and hide, but all he could do was turn his head to look away. If he couldn't see him staring he could pretend he wasn't.]

This master can't do anything to stop you.

[Though, not true at all in this scenario, made him feel better about the entire thing. He really can't be open and honest with his desires.

He could also not ignore the touch to his check and how it trailed down his neck to his chest causing a small shiver to run though him. It was only when he decided to play around his nipples did he feel like sighing and feeling overly self-conscious. It was embarrassing to have any lingering attention to them, and not for the same reasons as everything else. There just... was not that much interesting sensation going on there, it was not an erogenous zone for him.

He wanted to cry a little.]

[ Hmm. That would have gotten a much better reaction out of most of the women he's had experience with. All it means is that it's not a spot to linger on. Instead he touches lower, down to Shen Qingqiu's stomach.

Luo Binghe has never touched an erection besides his own before, but he knows what he likes and he knows how to handle bodies. So when his hand slips lower he takes Shen Qingqiu's cock in hand and cradles it gently, running his fingers along various paths and lines to try to find the most sensitive spots. At the same time he leans down over him, capturing his lips in another heated kiss as his hands work their magic. ]

[He could not help but gasp every time a sensitive area was found. He had to admit that he had never really experienced foreplay in such a way, being worked up to aching simply through touch.

There was a little guilt in enjoying it as much as he was, both for his own sense of reluctance for such things in general, and an apology for his unskilled disciple, though unskilled was probably close to reaching proficiency with the right study materials.

There was something oddly freeing about being restricted though. Maybe it was because he had a good excuse not to say no?]

[ He continues like that for a little while, paying careful attention to how stiff Shen Qingqiu feels in his hand. There's a little bit of guesswork involved when he's never handled an erection aside from his own, but Luo Binghe is, if nothing else, a quick study.

He plays until he expects that Shen Qingqiu is fully and properly aroused, but not quite yet to the point of overly-aching, and that's when he finally lets his hand slip away. Luo Binghe lets the kiss linger for a few seconds more, before pulling back and murmuring affectionately. ]

Shizun...

[ But the kiss and calling for him were both distractions. When Luo Binghe leans back a little, in his hand is now gently cradled a candle, already partially melted and dripping pale blue wax down the side. His other hand tightens slightly on the ropes, making sure that Shen Qingqiu can't struggle away or escape. ]

Something like this should be nothing for someone such as yourself, right, Shizun?

[ Without bothering to hear what might be any protest, he gently tips it to the side. He lets a drop of wax fall on Shen Qingqiu's upper arm, and then a second one in a slightly different spot, and then a third, right beside it on his chest. ]

Yes, he wants to run, yes he is securely restrained and held down. Hot wax is going to hurt! He doesn't want to hurt! He's not into physical pain.

He's not into pain at all he would like to say!

What is that suppose to mean? I feel pain, I can be burned still.

And without proper care, it could leave scars, if the wax was hot enough his skin could welt!

At the first drop he flinched and sucked in a quick gasp of air at the sting. Though, he was surprised with how soon it sort of cooled off. But before he could really consider that maybe he had imagined it as far worse than it ended up being the other drops followed, and the one on his chest definitely had him struggle slightly in reaction.]

Edited 2020-07-01 05:59 (UTC)

Is it too much, Shizun?

[ But without waiting for any answer, Luo Binghe continues to slowly drip the wax in scattered places across Shen Qingqiu's chest and torso.

It's far from as bad as it could be: the candle is meant for this sort of thing (as expected of the kink-focused robot suppliers) and the wax has a low melting point, meaning each drop is cooler than it would be from a normal candle. Yet it's still a sudden splash of heat on skin that is rather sensitive, and Luo Binghe is clearly enjoying the way that Shen Qingqiu is reacting. ]

[Of course he does not know what a normal candle would feel like and instead it startled each time by a new hot sensation touching his skin in an unpredictable spot. It really did not actually hurt that much, and as a cultivator really not at all, but it was surprising, and somewhere in his mind he was convinced it should hurt, so no matter what he flinched each time.

Not to mention, it all felt very embarrassing.]

You're staring....

Of course I'm staring. Shizun is so ethereal; how could I ever look away?

[ It was that same illusion that kept him as an obedient, suffering disciple for years. With each drip of wax, with each flinch, he sees the cracks that hide beneath the mask. ]

Perhaps we should try a bit more.

[ He holds the candle upright for several seconds, letting a decent amount of melted wax pool around the wick. Then he tips it and lets it fall all at once, not just a single drop but a small stream to form a decent streak of wax along Shen Qingqiu's body. ]

[Don't say something so ridiculous! If anyone in this room was the one to be otherworldly it was you!

He can't help but tense watching it, the anticipation and expectation making it worse than the eventual result. He closes his eyes before it can even hit his skin, and despite himself he was tearing up a little, though it was hardly actual crying. He was just working himself up more by the idea of pain than anything else.]

Your tongue is too silver.

There isn't such a thing.

[ He collects another small pool of wax, then holds the candle above Shen Qingqiu's body. He doesn't pour, not yet. He wants to leave Shen Qingqiu squirming with anticipation as long as possible. ]

Shizun...

[ Luo Binghe presses a slow kiss to Shen Qingqiu's temple, being sure not to get in the way of his view of the candle. Before he pulls away, he tips it further, leaving another streak of blue along Shen Qingqiu's torso beside the first one. ]

[He was definitely squirming long before the need, tensing up thinking it would hit any moment, only to be stuck that way until it finally did much later. He had a fear this would end up making him weird!]

It's embarrassing.

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