Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!

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CITY OF ARIEL: THE TEST DRIVE 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: <small>(<a href="THREAD URL HERE">Continued from here.</a>) between <user name="CHARACTER 1"> & <user name="CHARACTER 2"></small> Response here! 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. When your head clears enough to speak and you ask him where you are, he smiles brightly and says, "Welcome to the City of Ariel." 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 blue - oral yellow - watersports green - age play lavender - crossdressing orange - multiples grey - bondage white - hands (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob) red - blood black - wildcard 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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Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.

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[unified]

It is a wonderful state, and one that Thrawn, in other circumstances, would savor. He would linger in it, and torture Dean until he pleaded for it.

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."

[pulledfromthepit]

It may be the permission that does it, Dean's not sure. He feels a hot pull low in his belly the moment Thrawn's hand wraps around him. He's teetering on the edge, overwhelmed with the sensations assaulting his senses -- the clamps on his nipples still tight and painful, but the pain long since bled into something more pleasant; the toys stretching him past the capacity he imagined he could stand, vibrating and pulsing deep within him and hitting all the right places; the blindfold keeping him in the dark and more helpless than any chains might have; and finally the cool touch of a hand he's felt so sparingly over the course of this encounter, but come to ache for -- and then those words reminding him, once again of his audience and the eyes that he'd forgotten for a time, but now feels raking hungrily over his body.

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.

[unified]

There is a kind of answering echo in Thrawn at the pure sensuality of this. He finds that he's not immune -- even though he's been focused almost exclusively on Dean, his own body has certainly reacted, bringing a flush to his skin, a slight darkening of the blue as red blood comes to the surface.

"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.

[pulledfromthepit]

At first, the blindfold had been cumbersome and a little unsettling, but Dean finds himself relaxing further in the darkness. His body's sore from the stretching and his legs ache when they're laid flat, but otherwise, he's floating in the aftermath of one hell of a powerful orgasm. His eyes are closed behind the cloth and he can feel it sticking to his skin with sweat and tears of exertion he'd scarcely been aware of at the time.

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.

[unified]

Eventually, Thrawn's hands go to the chain, and unwrap it. He slides the blindfold off, with a brief warning -- "Let your eyes adjust" -- and then he leads Dean, still by the collar, into the tent.

"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."

[pulledfromthepit]

Dean blinks at the light, letting his eyes adjust slowly. Unable to see clearly, he follows the tug of the leash, allowing Thrawn to guide him without question. His legs wobble a little when he moves, but otherwise he's alright. A rest sounds really good, though.

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.

[unified]

He nods for Dean to lie down on the cot. And once he does, Thrawn thumbs open the carabiner and removes the leash.

"You did well," he says. "Your self-discipline was better than I tend to expect."

[pulledfromthepit]

A deep sigh of contentment escapes him as he lays down. His head tips back automatically when Thrawn reaches to remove the leash. He's glad the collar stays. In the back of his mind, he considers asking the store owner if he's feeling generous about it. Dean's kind of feeling attached.

"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.

[unified]

A soft, amused sound. "I became a military man," he says. "From poor beginnings." His hand rests on Dean's shoulder. "Will you be all right here?"

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.

[pulledfromthepit]

"Yeah, I'll be fine." His recovery won't take long. Just needs to catch his breath and get his bearing back. Thrawn's already taken more time with him than he expected. "Thanks."

[unified]

A brief shake of Thrawn's head: "Thank you." A squeeze of Dean's shoulder -- an unaccustomed sign of affection from him -- and he retreats, slipping out of the tent.