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[henchweasel]

"This is Cortez. I'd pick up the phone, but clearly I'm too busy doing more important things right now." text | voice | video | action

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ATTN: FABIAN CORTEZ

[duplicitymods]

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DUPLICITY CITATION No. 19751 Violation: Acting out of designation + Disrespecting SIN Guards Fine: 1 Day Realignment Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

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rapid string of notifications from Eggsy's LustMatcher app

[formerself]

🧠 I don't like blokes so why am I thinking about his dick?

🧠 Like touching it wasn't weird. I fucking liked feeling him rubbing up against me.

🧠 Liked feeling how fucking hard he was. How desperate he was getting.

🧠 The noises he makes.

🧠 I bet he'd be really loud if I sucked his

🧠 wait

🧠 how hard can it be?

🧠 I can hold my breath for ages so it's not like

🧠 fuck

[henchweasel]

[ Why is Eggsy texting him about some man's dick?

Oh, another notif. And-- and another... He's not actually texting this, is he?

WAIT, is this all about him?

Ahem well. Fabian will just... send a very helpful, dignified text in return: ]

Just a friendly word of advice: You're supposed to be able to breathe while giving a blowjob. It would be a shame if you suffocated.

[ Meanwhile, however, a LustMatcher notif appears. And then another, and so on: ]

🧠 Oh my god oh my god he's thinking about me. Somebody's actually thinking about me! No, I mean, of course he's thinking about me, why wouldn't he be thinking about me, I'm amazing. Remember your self-affirmations, Fabian...

🧠 Would he actually suck my dick?

🧠 He seems like a fast learner. I bet he'd pick it up quickly.

🧠 And he's cute.

🧠 Feels so good when he's inside

🧠 Damn it damn it focus

🧠 ...wonder if he'd let me eat him out sometime. It's always hot seeing guys get all desperate and lose control when you're

🧠 oh my god FOCUS

[formerself]

[When Eggsy next looks to his device, the LustMatcher notifs have flooded out Fabian's initial text so he's mostly just baffled at first.]

🧠 what the fuck is going on how does he know I'm thinking about his

🧠 hold up if I can see what he's thinking then he must

🧠 fuuuuuck

[Is Fabian getting these notifications because Eggsy is having a minor crisis while still kinda jerking off? Place your bets, folks.]

🧠 YES FABIAN I'M THINKING ABOUT YOU AND YOUR STUPID DICK AND TRYING TO HAVE A NORMAL WANK

🧠 maybe I would suck you off and all, who even fucking knows

🧠 what the fuck do you mean eat me out, I'm

🧠 oh

🧠 oh fuck really?

[henchweasel]

🧠 wait what's happening

🧠 did he just see

🧠 I can't believe he's thinking about me while jerking off that's so flattering oh my god

🧠 wait did he just address me directly?

🧠 oh my god I hate this app

🧠 IT'S CALLED EATING ASS, EGGSY, COME ON

[ ...it's really so hard to sound posh and pretentious when he's apparently communicating via unfiltered thoughts. Another reason to hate this app!! ]

🧠 now I can't stop thinking about your stupid mouth on my stupid dick...

[formerself]

[FUCK THIS FUCK YOU he's just going to grab his device and start an audio chat. One-handed.]

You keep callin' it stupid, you're never gonna get it for real, you get me?

[He sounds breathless and distracted, zero points for guessing why. The slick sound of lubed skin on skin is somewhere in the background.]

[henchweasel]

You called my dick stupid first.

[ He sounds just a touch sulky about that. Yes, even during what might become phone sex, he has to be contrary.

But with that kneejerk retort out of the way, Fabian takes a moment to really listen. Oh. Now this is interesting. He definitely prefers all the, ah, ambient sounds to that blasted app. ]

How's that normal wank going?

[formerself]

Got weird.

[He laughs, the sound stuttering off into a moan.]

Can't have five minutes without this place doin' something fucked up.

[Though he will grudgingly accept there is nothing making him think about Fabian's cock, even if it didn't need transmitting!!]

[henchweasel]

Can't imagine why.

[ There's a light tease in his voice, in spite of the slight change in his breathing. Kind of hard to hide just how much that moaning does it for him. Thank god he was already alone in his room when the app starting pinging him. ]

Even masturbation isn't sacred here.

[ ANYWAY... ]

So... What are you thinking about now? [ A beat, before Fabian realizes that wording sounds way more like a teenage girl chatting up her boyfriend than the TELL ME YOUR FILTHY FANTASIES line he'd intended. ] Oh god, that was supposed to be-- You know what I mean.

[formerself]

Yeah. I - nnh - I know what you mean.

[A pause.]

...I'm mostly thinkin' about what else you can do with your mouth, to be honest. Never did that before.

[henchweasel]

[ Cringe averted. Fabian's really not used to... dirty talk, phone sex, communicating without being a raging dick, you name it, so this is kind of shaky territory for him. ]

Well... You've been missing out. There's something to be said for lavishing attention on such an intimate area. In my experience, it's an easy way to make a guy moan and beg for more. [ At least, that's what it does to Fabian, but it's already well established that it's not hard to pull noises out of him. ]

Have you ever even been touched there?

[ Has no girl ever tried to stick a finger in your ass while giving a bj??? ]

[formerself]

[In fact:]

Y-yeah. Girls, a couple of times. Even asked first once or twice. [He laughs shakily.] Felt good sometimes, just felt weird sometimes. Just fingers though, never -

Are you thinkin' you'd do that? To me?

[henchweasel]

The thought's crossed my mind. You're not the only one who... Well. [ Had invasive thoughts during a wank. ]

I wonder if what kinds of sounds you'd make. [ A pause, a labored little breath. ] If you'd be loud, or quiet about it.

text UN: Claymade

[clayking]

You know you haven't come crawl into my bed lately.

Should I be jealous?

[henchweasel]

[ For a moment, he debates being petty enough to leave Caliban on read, buuuut... ]

There's no need for jealousy, my king. After all, I still belong to you.

It's just that I've had the most dreadful headache for days now. Can't imagine I'd make for a good bed warmer while I'm feeling so poorly.

[clayking]

Hm? Do you now? Hmm you sure?

Well, that is a shame that you've been feeling so poorly. You should have told me earlier- I would have made sure you relaxed in perfect comfort. I might have gotten you silk robes and those fancy bubble bath bombs they sell at the oh-so-expensive store in the up.

[henchweasel]

Of course I'm sure. You've made it clear to me in no uncertain terms, after all.

[ He won't be bought by bath bombs!!! Even if they are nice... ]

Would you? And what if I still felt poorly after that?

[clayking]

Oh, is that what this is about? The way I treated such a youthful little crested?

Hmn-

Well, if that didn't help you, I know a delightful little place that could get you a ruby bracelet that might look good on that wrist.

[henchweasel]

Oh, I could hardly hold that against you. A king should do as he wishes with his property. I only regret that I forgot myself and stepped out of line. And in front of so many people, too...

Do you? Well, a nice bath and fine jewelry does sound like a nice start... As a headache remedy, of course.

[ Is Fabian holding out for one more offer? Yes. Absolutely. He's a brat, after all.

(Come on, Caliban, he wouldn't be any fun if he wasn't!) ]

[clayking]

And yet, I have the distinct feeling it lingers in the mind. You were such a pretty version of yourself as well, Ah- true. You were the talk of the Grey Room during the festival. I had quite a few calls about you. All of which were denied, of course. But you did leave an impression, for what it's worth.

Ah. I suppose you'll be wanting another shopping day? Ask no questions and buy whatever you wish without limits?

To fix such a headahce?

[henchweasel]

[ An impression. Ugh. He still needs to face those people, with their smirking faces and the knowing looks in their eyes while he has to play at being gracious in their presence. Fabian can hardly stomach the thought. And yet, Caliban's words do have him feeling... some twisted validation. ]

Only in the way that a well taught lesson lingers. You gave me a lot to think about.

Are they still talking about me?

[ As much as he loathes the cruelty and public humiliation he endured, and he hates the thought of facing the patrons of the Gray Room, he'd still rather be talked about than forgotten. Sex and desire are powerful here, after all. ]

A generous offer, but my head simply hurts too much to make so many decisions. You may have to pick things out for me. Clothes and accessories befitting a pretty jewel.

A king's whore ought to look the part, after all.

[ Look, this is one part passive aggression and one part trying to own it so he can hold his head high around the Gray Room's members in spiteful defiance. ]

[clayking]

I suppose I did leave something of an impression when I was... in that mood.

There are a few dominants who approached me about hiring you for a night, and I told them I don't share you with just anyone. That you are a rarity that I'm selfish with.

Their talk continues but that show didn't just have them talking about you- certainly left a few talking bout me as well.
[ Which is as close as he was going to get to truly saying sorry unless the other pushes him on it. He wasn't mortal after all; his own morals were muddy at best. ]

I'm impressed you trust me enough to pick out such gifts and outfits for you- given what I'd desire to dress you in, my prettiest diamond.

I suppose he should.

A king's whore fucked and kept on silk sheets, none better than you. I'll find some...pretty things sto remedy ssuch a headache, princess.

[henchweasel]

[ For as wounded as he is it helps to be told that Caliban doesn't see him as something to pass around, at least. Makes him feel less disposable. ]

What are they saying about you?

[ And oh, Fabian knows he's taking a risk here, letting Caliban pick things out for him to wear. But he figures there's more opportunity to be had in leaning into this and owning it to some degree. After all, he still wants to be a rare treasure for others to covet.

And he wants to be Caliban's favorite. ]

Well, you do have exquisite taste. And perhaps I want to see myself the way you see me.

My king has such a way with words... Very well, I'll come home tonight. To recuperate, of course.

[clayking]

Do you wish to know? Mostly, that I was quite dominant, and the brutality of it has solidified into respect and fear in decent measure. Your tears certainly seemed to have brought more business to the Grey Room.

Well, I'm glad you think so. Oh? Hm, I think I can make you the way I desire to see you. If you're so curious.

Oh? Good. You belong here, Princess. And of course- I won't...require anything tonight.


[ It's clear even to him that pushing the other into some sort of sexual game too soon would be a terrible idea. He was going to find a few pretty clothes and jewels to order to the house for the other to have when he finally arrived. They were very, very slutty clothes, but the thought was there. There was a golden silk robe, a few more slutry underwear- from panties to tight red boxers to thongs. Long white shirts that buttoned in a way that exposed his chest, tight black pants, and even a shorter short skirt kilt. There were jewels of course- rubies on gold necklaces and even a few rings engraved with what seemed to be some sort of demonic symbol. The house of hell. Just another small sign that Caliban was claiming the other.

Boxes and boxes of goodies were stacked up on Fabian's bed for him to find.]

[henchweasel]

[ Hmm... He certainly has mixed feelings about that. That so many people got off on his suffering is... enraging. But ultimately, he decides to compartmentalize it and spin it as a good thing. ]

Good. It would be such a wasted opportunity if the whole incident didn't lift your standing in the eyes of the locals. People should fear and respect you.

[ He'll leave the conversation at that for now, though admittedly, Fabian does feel uplifted by the words you belong here. It certainly beats the rejection he's grown so accustomed to back in his world.

Once he arrives, he takes some time to sort through the gifts, pleased with what Caliban's generously provided him. Rubies and gold look quite nice when paired with the black collar around his neck. After a nice, relaxing soak in the tub, Fabian decides he may as well dress head to toe in the demon's offerings. The rings, a bracelet, two of the necklaces, the silk robe, along with... some lacy panties and matching stockings he'd never choose for himself.

It's his first time ever dabbling with the feminine, partially because Fabian's never had much interest in femininity, not in partners and not in himself. And the other reason is, well, he just figures it would look absurd on him. He's not some delicate slip of a thing, after all.

(Is that thinking mired in stereotypes and toxic masculinity? Perhaps. But he's not going to examine that.)

At least it looks good on him. The stockings particularly. One of the perks of having very long, well toned legs. In fact, he's just going to lay back on the bed and admire them for a bit.

Nice. His body really is a work of art. As long as he looks good, it doesn't much matter that he feels so wretched and ugly inside.

After a bit of time spent in his room, he steels himself to go and see Caliban for the first time since Tumenalia, wrapping the robe tight around himself before leaving his room.

(Ugh, he hopes Remmick isn't lurking about the house right now.)

His stomach's all twisted up with nerves when he enters his Dominant's quarters, which is really very silly and beneath him. But then, that's what happens when one confirms all of his worst fears and insecurities so cruelly, and in front of an audience. The sooner he can shake these feelings, the better. ]

My lord Caliban.

[ At least he can sound warm and sultry, while trying to tamp down his nerves. ]