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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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That's good, Shizun. I'll reward you for that.

[ And he does. Since Shen Qingqiu is so pliant and handling him so well, Luo Binghe picks up the pace slightly. He's still being careful not to hurt him, and this is nowhere near as much as he can dole out. But this is starting to be actual thrusts at this point, not just moving Shen Qingqiu up and down but also pushing his own hips up to meet him as they move. ]

[He knows he can go harder and faster, had he not experienced those things even if inexperienced? Still, more movement was enjoyed and appreciated. He could feel it, so close, just a bit more, a little bit more and he could release.]

Are you getting close already, Shizun?

[ Even though he's never slept with another man before, Luo Binghe finds that some of the same tells that a woman gives are applicable in this case as well. It's quite easy to take in the information when he not only has Shen Qingqiu engulfing him but also an unobstructed view of his entire front. ]

We can't have that. A woman can travel to every location in Cang Qiong Mountain in a night, but as a man, Shizun is only the master of a single Qing Jing Peak. Once Shizun reaches his place at the top, there is nowhere more he will be able to go. Let's detour a little longer, Shizun.

[ And accordingly Luo Binghe slows back down again, just a little, trying to back off without giving Shen Qingqiu any real sort of break. ]

[You would just have to wait a little! Multiple rounds is a thing that exists you monster!

He was ready to weep. Let him be, let him come already! This is why he was always exhausted. This was just too much! This sort of thing was too much!]

[ In the end this Luo Binghe, despite his twisted affection, still holds plenty of resentment towards Shen Qingqiu. He continues to hold him like that, raising and lowering him along Luo Binghe's erection, always making sure he's not quite bringing him all the way to orgasm.

He draws it out for around an hour before deciding he's played around enough. Luo Binghe could go for much longer, of course, several hours more if he so chose. But Shen Qingqiu is human, and even the most enthusiastic of Luo Binghe's human wives would be needing a rest by now. ]

Shizun.

[ He murmurs it softly as he slows Shen Qingqiu down, until the man is settled in his lap once again. ]

How are you doing?

[ The question sounds like it's affectionate, asked out of a real concern for Shen Qingqiu's condition.

It's not. Luo Binghe just wants to hear him answer. ]

[He was sore, he was exhausted, and he just wanted to be let to come. He was quite sure there were tears, but he wouldn't call it crying. He felt wet, sticky, achy, and stiff.]

Tired.

[He could barely get it out. let him be. Let him rest.]

Does Shizun want to stop?

[ There's almost a pout in his tone, fake injury at the implications of the word. ]

Neither Shizun nor I have reached our peaks. Is Shizun already done with this disciple, with only this much?

[Oh stop it! He knows better. This is just torture at this point! Just not the kind that will kill him.

Though he sure did feel like he was going to die!]

Shizun would like this disciple to allow there to be a finish.

[Because he was going to collapse either way!]

Then this disciple will give Shizun a proper finish.

[ There's a slightly dangerous edge to the smile he gets as he says it.

Then he lifts Shen Qingqiu up and off of him entirely.

With full ability to manipulate Shen Qingqiu as he wants, Luo Binghe settles Shen Qingqiu in a kneeling position, then pulls himself to his knees behind him. He takes hold of the ropes binding Shen Qingqiu's arms and forces him forward until he's leaning over parallel to the bed, held up only by Luo Binghe's grip. ]

This should be a good angle, Shizun. Be sure to watch.

[ He slowly takes a handful of Shen Qingqiu's hair with his free hand, but even when he pulls it to lift his head up and point it at the mirror, his touch is almost gentle. Keeping his hold, he manages to position himself and slide himself back inside Shen Qingqiu, all the way in. ]

Shizun...

[ Once again his voice is full of affection, even as the ropes creak slightly as he tightens his grip there.

Then he resumes thrusting, fast this time and with little mercy. If they're going to finish, they're both going to finish. ]

[He did not want to watch! He was tired of watching. But, like everything this day, he had no choices. Held in whichever way, kept hostage almost. He would be fine if it just stopped at this point.

But then it increased. There was no mercy, and his exhausted pants became cries as what he thought would never come did, and he was finally allowed to reach a peak, his whole body tensing as finally he could release. And then he felt like mush.]

[ Luo Binghe watches Shen Qingqiu's expression in the mirror, the way it changes and how it looks at the moment of orgasm. That body clenches down on him, not rhythmically as a woman's would but one single strong grip.

He doesn't like it as much as he does a woman's reaction, he decides, but it's good enough for what it needs to do.

Luo Binghe coaxes his own orgasm out to accompany Shen Qingqiu's, and soon he's spilling himself inside the man's body with a grunt. A little fast, perhaps, but better than he normally manages on a night with a single human wife. This is why he has multiple wives, but that's a problem he can handle here at a later point.

He waits until he's just about coming down from orgasm to start to slide himself out, then he settles back into a sitting position and pulls Shen Qingqiu back into his lap, simply to sit there this time. Luo Binghe wraps his arms around Shen Qingqiu and holds him close, letting their bodies warm each other as the afterglow washes over both of them. ]

How wonderful you are, Shizun.

[ Pretty nothings whispered at the conclusion of springtime activities, as he always does for those he sleeps with. Normally he'd lie in bed, but he still needs to untie Shen Qingqiu first.

He will get to that, but once the physical warmth settles down. ]

[He still felt uncomfortable. Mostly because of the ropes!

Definitely never doing that again. Ever.

Normally after such things he would go to sleep. Hold Binghe in his arms, pat his head, and sleep to ignore everything else. To wake up clean and refreshed and all the previous nights activities a distant vague memory. but now? He was aware of his current stickiness, feeling disgusting, sweaty, and sore.]

My arms.

You don't need them.

[ His voice is just as full of affection as it always is, as if he isn't saying something with such terrifying implications.

For a few seconds, it's almost as if he's not going to respond any more. But then Luo Binghe's arms slowly slide back, and then fingers are deftly untying those ropes. ]

If you ever need more attention, Shizun, you are welcome to come to bed with this disciple again. It wouldn't do to leave one of Luo Binghe's wives feeling neglected.

[He could have screamed right then and there! And he was ready to panic, he does need them! He needs them! He definitely needs them!

But then the ropes were being untied, and he felt a small sense of relief wash over him.]

You're a brute.

[Perhaps he shouldn't be so open with his comments in this situation. But, he also had the least capability of filtering his thoughts at the moment when it came to such comments. Really! Who would want to? Let him be frustrated instead. His hand is good enough if it's a choice between an hour of orgasm denial or boring self care!]

Such a sharp tongue. And yet have I not done more for Shizun than anyone else here?

[ He finishes his work quickly and then leaves the ropes to the side. He lets his hands slide up Shen Qingqiu's body again until they settle on his shoulders, letting the threat sit there...

... And then he squeezes, lets up, squeezes again and rubs. It's a slow massage to help recover from the bondage, a constant threat thanks to where his attention is focused but not one that Luo Binghe seems to be following through on. Yet. ]

[He was about to make a comment that he had not wanted to do take anyone up on their offers, but then went silent. Part of him definitely unnerved and scared. He really did not like experiencing his arm being ripped off, and the reminder it could happen at any point was not fun.

But... it also felt nice having them rubbed after being in such a position for so long. And... he really wasn't that used to this kind of attention afterward.... It was always just, ignore it, or... comforting a crying Binghe.

...

It was kind of nice.

He wasn't going to say it though!]

I see that Shizun refuses to answer me...

[ His hands pause in their motions. But it's just to give Shen Qingqiu a little extra scare, and he soon resumes. A little while longer, Luo Binghe shifts the two of them. ]

Lie down, Shizun.

[ Though it sounds like he's giving Shen Qingqiu a chance to do it on his own, no sooner are the words out of his mouth then he's physically shifting Shen Qingqiu and laying him down himself. But the massage continues afterwards, down his arms, reaching muscles that had a good chance of going stiff with their activities.

Perhaps at some point, whether the care is mocking or sincere doesn't really matter. ]

[It wasn't that he refused, it was that he forgot....

He doesn't really know what to make of it, it was so alien from so many angles. It felt nice, it was considerate, and...

Binghe was not a bad person, and Bing-ge was still Binghe, even if he was not Bing-mei. He could not help, but in this laid down state, reach out and place a hand on Binghe's head softly.]

This master is not refusing.

[ The moment that hand approaches his head, Luo Binghe freezes. Not pauses like he was before, to remind Shen Qingqiu of the lingering threat, but outright freezes.

The hand on his head makes something twist inside of him. It's the same tight, hot, painful feeling that he experienced when he saw the other Luo Binghe standing beside Shen Qingqiu, watching him attend to his injuries.

It's him now, isn't it? He's the one at Shen Qingqiu's side. So why does it still feel like this?

His lips move for a moment, but no sound comes out. ]

You have done more than anyone else.

[It was overly important to him at this moment to reassure this Binghe before him. This one that could rip his arms off at any moment. This one that had been wronged and tortured, been forced to suffer. He was not wrong in his hatred.

It's just... he was not the cause of that pain, that man already suffered his fate.]

This Shizun is thankful to this disciple and his care.

[Though he knows what transpired was not particularly genuine, his affections still... he could not deny their existence.]

[ He ducks his head slightly and presses it to Shen Qingqiu's chest. Almost as if he's that much smaller disciple again, seeking comfort from the master that he looks up to so much. ]

Don't speak of things you don't know of.

[ His voice comes out strong, commanding. Entirely at odds with his current position, especially as he shifts slightly closer.

But then... it weakens. The presence of the stallion protagonist is noticeably absent when he speaks again, his voice little more than a murmur. ]

I hate you, Shizun.

[ And it's true. He hates him more than anyone else.

And yet... ]

[He can't help but continue to pet him, to hold him close. Such a familiar thing to do, and yet, an unfamiliar situation.

Binghe, always, was Binghe.

He should have thought more about how to deal with things in the past.]

This master knows and accepts. But, this master here, will not hate you.

[How could he? It was impossible.]

[ How could Shen Qingqiu expect him to believe a lie like that? It was impossible.

Even if this Shen Qingqiu made some different choices, the other Luo Binghe was still thrown into the Endless Abyss after he awoke. How could a man do that without hatred? ]

I truly learned to honey words from the best, Shizun.

[ Because he doesn't believe it. He can't.

And yet he continues to press against him. ]

These words are not sweetened.

[They were sad, and hard to say in a way. Words he shouldn't be saying but were still true. Words that wouldn't be believed.

Still, he continued to pet his head with tenderness.]

They are the true heartfelt feelings of this master.

A liar to your very core. Go to sleep, Shizun.

[ Because he doesn't want to keep hearing this.

If it's true, it just makes his jealousy of the other Luo Binghe all the more potent.

It hurts less to curl up against Shen Qingqiu and think it's all a farce, because then he's allowed to have been faking it the whole time as well. ]

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