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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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[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.

And yet, does Shizun not look appealing even when embarrassed? It's a very good look for you, Shizun. Your skin becomes such a lovely shade of red, almost like these ropes...

[ He puts the candle down, but any relief Shen Qingqiu might have felt is quickly cut off. Luo Binghe uses the ropes to pull Shen Qingqiu upright and turn him so he's facing directly at the mirror with Luo Binghe settled behind him, looking at the reflection of the two of them with overwhelming affection that betrays none of its insincerity. ]

Look at how beautiful you are, Shizun.

[ He picks the candle up again and holds it, not tipping it yet or even holding it over Shen Qingqiu's body, instead letting the wax pool more. ]

[He didn't have a reply, being told such things just made the feeling deeper, but then he was pulled up and forced to face his embarrassment directly. It was bad enough being naked and tied up, but to have to look at his own tied up nakedness was miserable. It was too confrontational, and he tried to divert his gaze from it, his pale white skin quickly growing red.]

Shizun. [ There's a hint of an edge to Luo Binghe's tone. A warning. ] Look.

[ With a controlled motion he tips the candle, moving it over Shen Qingqiu's body to leave not a streak decided by gravity and the curves of Shen Qingqiu's shape but by the path of Luo Binghe's arm. And what does he choose but a clean line from the top of Shen Qingqiu's shoulder to his armpit, a clear reminder of how the first time he met this particular man, he severed Shen Qingqiu's body in exactly that spot. ]

[Message received loud and clear! He’s looking! He’s looking! He’s ready to spit up blood but he’s looking!]

[ Luo Binghe smiles wider when Shen Qingqiu listens to him, and he gently runs fingers through the man's hair. ]

How is it, Shizun? Look at yourself, trapped by your wicked disciple.

[ He keeps the candle in his hand, holding it with his index finger and thumb. At the same time he lowers his hand and reaches out with his remaining three fingers to gently curl them around Shen Qingqiu's cock.

All the wax that has dripped down the side of the candle has cooled, but if any more were to spill, it could easily come in contact with Shen Qingqiu's very sensitive part. Luo Binghe doesn't even bother looking at it directly, instead keeping an eye on what he's doing in the mirror as he strokes up and down, the candle almost precariously close to dripping. ]

[Without hesitance or second thought, almost forgetting the situation he was in he looks towards Binghe, though through the mirror, locking eye contact and saying quite firmly:]

You are not wicked.

[The original was ruthless, and did many blackened things, but, his path had been a series of torture to point him towards that darkness. It was why he had been annoyed. Binghe had been tortured for chapters and chapters, pushed down the path of a blackened hero, using force and might everywhere, but, was never given a single break! Yes he was scared of him, yes he didn't know what he might do to him, but, despite all of that, he did not think of him as wicked.

But, this declaration was called short pretty quickly as he was grabbed in such an intimate area and threatened with the frightening wax! He can't help but look down in the mirror, exposed in such a way was terrible! And yet... arousing....

HE DID NOT WANT SOMETHING STRANGE TO WAKE UP INSIDE OF HIM!

The anxiety of the uncertainty of whether the wax would fall to such a place was destroying him, but the adrenalin did other things he would never have expected! He could hear himself openly gasping and moaning and it was like he was possessed! Who was this? Who's voice was this? It can't be his!]

[ The words make his heart freeze for a moment, and he doesn't fully understand why. But his practiced motions don't pause for an instant as he continues to work Shen Qingqiu's cock for a little while longer.

Then Luo Binghe pauses and slowly lets go of the erection. ]

You make such lovely noises, Shizun. They might even be almost as good as your screams.

Let me know if you're reaching the edge. We don't want you going over too early.

[ At which point he takes the candle and lets the accumulated melted wax drip onto Shen Qingqiu's chest in one single stream. He leaves that for a second to admire him in the mirror, before resuming stroking him. ]

[At the mention of screams he went cold, but the contrast of his genuine fear and memory of that moment peaked his anxiety, however, it mixing in with his arousal was a terrible moment. It was as if he did not know how to feel. Especially when the hand stopped and let go. Keeping him in limbo and with more wax. He was starting to think he would be kept in this perpetual state for as long as he could stay conscious.

His breath was heavy and his eyes were wet. It was all already quite more than he was used to, and it was all simply touch!]

It's going to hurt....

[Keeping him like that will definitely hurt! He would rather just have to go multiple rounds than have to be stuck in one prolonged one.]

Of course it's going to hurt. Why would I waste having Shizun at my mercy by letting him off easily?

But you know, the longer you give your best attention to a woman, the easier it is for her to handle you inside of her. Shizun, do you think it will be the same for you? If I work you to the very edge, will you be nice and loose for me when I enter you?

[ After asking the question, his stroking picks up in pace briefly, but then returns to its former teasing slowness. ]

[He wanted to cry, he could feel the edge approach and then it stops and eases back. In fact, he was certain he was crying. At least, his eyes were wet and there was a sob in the back of his throat.]

I am not self-lubricating, don't even try.

[He's not a woman!

But he really couldn't help himself from whimpering a little now. Don't tease him so terribly he is pretty sure he isn't into orgasm denial!]

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