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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!
 THE OVERFLOW, PART DEUX! Since the last post is again fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post, even though there's just a little over a week to game start. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home. | |
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He's not entirely sure what his limits are. They've never been pushed to that level.
Even so, when the fingers are withdrawn he feels an almost crushing sense of loss. It surprises him how fast and deep the ache is and how much he doesn't want this to end. Not yet. Not for a while.
Then he's entered again, although not nearly as completely as before. The toy goes deep, but it's thin and for a second there's disappointment with his relief. It's tempered greatly by the touch of the cool hand on his forehead and he turns automatically into the touch, craving it even though it's cool and still foreign.
"No," he murmurs in response. Definitely not humilation. Need, want, and excitement, but the natural shame he'd otherwise be feeling is being kept away. By the chip or by the deft handling, he isn't sure. All he knows is that his body is completely open to Thrawn's ever whim and his mind's following rapidly behind it.
The first, low vibrations aren't enough to startle him, but they're good and he moans softly, hips shifting slightly. His legs stay spread; he knows his part in this is to be the show and he's not going to hide his reactions. His muscles clench around the vibrator and he feels his cock twitch against his belly, fully hard now and aching for touch he can't give.
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"It's exquisite."
And he steps away again. Dry, cool hands repositioning Dean's hips, ever-so-slightly. He draws Dean open, exposing him to Thrawn's view. And -- now the second vibrator, cool plastic touch pressing in next to the other. He thumbs that one on too, pulse instead of vibrate, knowing that the frequency differences would produce an interesting, irregular effect inside Dean. He presses his fingers into Dean's abdomen, just above his length, as though he could feel it under the skin. And -- maybe he can.
"How do you feel?"
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His legs move easily with the positioning, his knees bending, feet bracing on the bench beneath him to hold himself open. For now, he's all but forgotten the crowd. His world's narrowed to the touch of cool hands and orders he's struggling to remember to obey.
A sharp gasp, almost a strangled sound, catches in his throat when he feels the second vibrator pushing in beside the first. It stretches him more than the fingers had. When it's completely inside, he feels incredibly full and tight. It's just outside of uncomfortable, but nothing he can't handle. Until the pulses start, that is, and his brain threatens to melt inside his skull.
He moans again, shuddering until he feels the chain move on his chest and he forces himself to freeze. It's then that he can't stop a desperate, almost helpless sound. Fuck. It's a helpless feeling, yes, but it's one he's freely given himself over to. He won't stop now.
Dean's breath comes in sharp, jerky gasps as he struggles to control himself. He licks his lips and tries to formulate an answer to the question. How does he feel? It's not as easy as it sounds.
"Like I'm falling," he breathes, but it's not completely right. His brain's having a hard time focusing on words. "Aching. Almost too much."
That's the part he doesn't want to admit. He wants to please. Wants to give everything and get back the validation he craves so badly.
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He gathers the chain off of Dean's chest, drawing it taut between the collar and his hand. Only a slight tension in the chain, not enough to pull Dean any direction. "I have you," he reassures. Even paces that take him to Dean's hands, and, as reward for his candor, Thrawn wraps the chain around Dean's wrists and the post his hands grip, securing him. An anchor.
Pulls the chain around once, twice, and then he touches Dean's hand, uncurling his fingers and placing the chain in his palm. He is the one who will keep himself bound, here, but now he'll be able to twist and struggle if he wants. He has permission.
He crouches, so that these words will be heard by Dean only: "I always reward truth." A stroke through Dean's hair.
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Then he feels Thrawn's hand in his hair and his breath against his ear. A shiver runs through him and he tips his head into the touch, relaxing into it almost as much as the words themselves.
"Thank you," he murmurs before he can even think to stop himself. It's as good as an admission of how much he needs this. It leaves him more naked than simply removing his clothes. His body is easy to share, his need is less so.
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He enjoys that little courtesy. Give, and return; ritual words.
Thrawn begins to toy with the two vibrators, working them apart, sliding them out, then back in again. He watches Dean, looks for his reactions, for the angles that make him shake. He'll exploit then when he brings in the third.
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His body rocks, pushing into each thrust and twist of those toys and moving to seek them out when they're withdrawn.
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He takes the last vibrator between his fingers, knowing that this will hurt. Slicks it thoroughly with lubricant, so that at least that much will be made easier, and then he angles the two currently inside Dean to press up, at the most pleasurable angle -- and then he presses the third to Dean's entrance.
"Control your breath," Thrawn instructs.
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The momentary doubt doesn't last. Dean's got the chain binding him in his hand, he can free himself if he needs to. He can still say 'stop'. Pain isn't something he seeks in sex, and he's pretty sure this will hurt, but it's far from the worst pain he's ever felt. And there's something almost... rewarding... about pain with a purpose. Instinctively, he knows this isn't being done solely to hurt him. It makes him curious to see what will come after.
He takes a deep, calming breath as he's instructed and settles, willing his body to relax into the new intrusion.
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Until, finally, all three are inside him.
He switches on the last vibrator.
"Can you release on command?" asks Thrawn, a tint of curiosity in his tone.
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The question makes him gasp, gripping the chains and post tighter to anchor himself. "I don't know..."
It isn't something he's ever been asked to do. No one's ever mastered him quite so thoroughly. Certainly never so quickly.
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But he takes a different tactic, here and now.
"There will be no punishment if you cannot," he reassures Dean. He curls his fingers around Dean's erection, not stroking -- "I give you permission. If you can, for all the eyes on you -- release."
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It's seconds after that he comes hard, body bowing up from the bench and muscles going rigid under his skin. It's such a sudden, intense climax that it dances along the edge of painful. He's not quiet, either... he can't be. His body's completely out of his control now. All he can do is give himself over to the moment and let it take control.
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"Keep your hands bound," he instructs.
He dials down each vibrator, slowing before turning them off completely. And then he places a hand on Dean's abdomen and carefully draws each one out. He knows how quickly the pleasure of being pushed beyond endurance can turn to pain, in the aftermath. And he knows the dangers of moving too quickly when the body is so sensitive.
There are some people dispersing, now that they think the show is over, but Thrawn doesn't give them a second glance. He urges Dean's legs flat, letting him stretch out and relax, and then undoes one nipple clamp then the other, brushing the pad of his thumb to soothe the abused flesh.
Then, he murmurs a request to the shop owner, and in a moment or two, has a wet washcloth. He wipes Dean's forehead, the hollow of his throat, his temples. He is deft and thorough, working his way down Dean's body, soothing and comforting and wiping away the remnants of the event, from semen to lube to sweat.
By the time he gets down between Dean's legs, there's been enough time for him to recover a little, and only then does Thrawn clean him there, wiping the lube out from between his legs.
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His hands relax and stay loose around the bar and in the chain. He's not going to make a move to free himself until he's given permission. Maybe it was reckless to submit himself to a stranger like this, but he hasn't been given any cause to regret it. Until he is, he'll stay happily compliant.
The touch of the wash cloth is so light at first, he almost misses it. Then the cool air moves over the newly washed skin and he breathes a sigh of relief. It feels good and so much more attentive than he expected. In the past he's been, well, rode hard and put away wet. It's a strange sensation to lay there and be looked after. He's almost not sure how to handle it.
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"As sales of the collar, the vibrators, the clamps and the blindfold have all gone up," says Thrawn, "the shopkeeper has graciously allowed to use these back rooms as a recovery area, if you need it."
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He nods as they step into the tent and he looks around. Still a little breathless, he answers, "I could use a breather."
He doesn't move to sit down yet, still waiting for permission.
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"You did well," he says. "Your self-discipline was better than I tend to expect."
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"I was raised by a military man. I'm good at discipline." Not that his father never expected him to apply it in this way.
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He plans to move on. To, perhaps, find the apartment he's been assigned. Though he's hard, his body quickened with arousal, he doesn't feel the need to indulge himself. He feels, in fact, that he has had a similar release to Dean's, though one more subtle.
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