🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

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[calicoat]

Did you have a third in mind, John?

[extramuralise]

A Third what?

[ He scrolls up to see what Jack is even replying to, and-- oh, dear God in Heaven. Typing the fastest he's ever managed to yet: ]

You must know that I did not send this

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Of course you didn't. Not unless you've been possessed.

That doesn't mean we can't talk about it.

[ Teasing, obviously, there's nobody here he would dare subject to the ordeal of having a threesome with John Irving. Unless Hickey, the little pervert, would be into that. ]

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This is Something you would want? With who Jack. Anne?? That's about the Most Inappropriate thing I can imagine.

[ Irving has not actually imagined having any threesomes (surprise, surprise), although it isn't as if he really has other sexual partners at the moment, either, so how and why would he imagine it?

Which is not to say he's opposed, necessarily. Jack has a way of selling him on things, eroticizing things for Irving he would have never thought he'd feel anything but disgust and contempt for, and even Irving is self-aware enough to have realized this by now. He could probably be convinced, yes, but-- still, he has to draw a line at the possibility of Anne before this conversation progresses further. ]

[calicoat]

And spend the rest of my days here trying to wash your blood out of the sheets? God, no.

[extramuralise]

Well obviously Not Jopson.

[ OBVIOUSLY not Jopson... although bringing him up makes Irving also think, briefly, about Hickey, so he rushes to continue typing before he can think too hard about that. ]

I will not even bother to comment on the Dirtiness of the Suggestion Itself -- but why do you imagine we are being made to Talk About It?

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Obviously. Assuming, of course, that you'd want me to be hard for any part of it.

I couldn't tell you. Nor could I guess why it was written as if we are strangers.

[extramuralise]

Have you ever done that Sort Of Thing before...."Multiple Partners."

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[ Look at you, Irving, fishing for naughty details! ]

With Anne and another woman, yes.

[extramuralise]

[ Well if they MUST talk about it...... ]

Oh.

[ For a while that's it, that's the entire message, but the periodic, indecisive bounce of typing dots gives away that Irving is not necessarily done yet. ]

I do not know Jack it is difficult to Imagine how this could work.

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Any number of ways. Use your imagination, John.

I fuck you while another man sucks your cock

I fuck your mouth while another man fucks your ass

I bring a friend to take turns with you while the other watches

You sit on my face, he sits on my cock

Shall I go on?

[extramuralise]

[ You can practically hear the frantic breathlessness of the next flustered flurry of typing: ]

God in Heaven jack i did not mean so literally was such a level of detail truly necessary

[ The worst part is that it works, it's definitely helping him to... imagine it. Pique his interest. Some of these examples are very thought-provoking indeed, so naturally, Irving is spiraling. ]

I. I will have to think on it more first.

No not

I do not mean
Not think on it in that way but simply consider if it is even

It would have to be a friend of yours I do not have any of my own i could possibly allow myself to be shared with in this manner


I'm sorry I am getting away with myself

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If that's what you need to visualize it, sure it is.

Is that something that you actually want? I could make it happen for you, if you do.

But neither one of us is obligated to indulge the city's suggestions.

[extramuralise]

I do not know Jack I have obviously never thought about this sort of thing before. This is all very overwhelming to consider I am currently experiencing a high volume of mixed feelings.


Not to mention how i

I do not actually believe it would be considered any more sinful than all which we have done already. It is no more committing adultery nor performing sodomy than when it is has been just the two of us alone. According to God ,I mean. Not that i recall if the bible has ever made example of a situation quite like this one of course but as always we must draw our own conclusions from what we are given. We...interpret.

So you see how it is complicated. I still have a great many deep concerns of my own. I fear where something like this could lead me. Yet some of what you describe has still not left my mind.

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It sounds to me like it's turning you on.

Where do you think it might lead you?

[extramuralise]

That I cannot say jack for I truly do not KNOW...I do not have an answer. I do not know anything for certain and that is what scares me can you not see it

[ There's a long delay between that message and the next one, before Irving is finally able to pull at a few of the frayed threads from his tangled twist of thoughts, and draw out just a bit more... clarity, perhaps. Just a bit more. ]

I have had...dreams, here.

Dreams in which I

[ ... Okay, maybe he's not quite brave enough to get into the whole twisted demonfucking sex slave fantasy of it all, or even some of the vaguer details stripped from context, but. Almost, anyway. Surely that should count for something. ]

I've become so sick already. Ever since I arrived in this wretched place. And that is still with only just you, Jack...only just one man.

[ Fine, technically there's been two, but Irving doesn't count Huaisang in the same way, given how that was once and Jack has been... well, many more times than that. ]

So what happens then once there are more. If I do enjoy taking Two men at once. Where does it all end Jack because I certainly could not tell you. Further down in Hell Whoring for Demons? Driven only by wanton Lust and Hedonism until there is no Dignity left to my soul at all? I fear being led to Complete Ruin.

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You're not sick, John. Surely you've been exposed to this place enough to know that nearly everyone has the same desires as you. You don't have to be afraid of them.

Though, if it is just me, you might as well tell me about the things you want that I haven't managed to guess yet. Make the most of it.

[ Of course, he knows exactly what he's talking about with the fucked up dreams and whoring for demons bit, but he will simply pretend he doesn't. ]

It can't escalate too much further, anyhow, you've only got so many holes.

[extramuralise]

[ It seems doubtful Irving could ever be exposed to Duplicity "enough" to not still find many -- most -- of his desires to be sick indeed, and it doesn't really matter that he's not the only one; he's supposed to be above all that, he's supposed to simply be built different from all the rest of the world's perverse and twisted masses, both back where he comes from as well as here in Duplicity.

Still, he manages to extract some mild comfort from Jack's attempt to reassure him. It's a thoughtful gesture, anyway. ]

I do not know that either. You know how I am.

[ Inexperienced; puritanical; shy; too naive to know much; too repressed to articulate it.

He gives it some thought, though, because Jack does make a good point; if this dalliance between them will be continuing as it's been for the foreseeable future, perhaps, indeed, they might as well make the most of it.

Considering the dreams again (he can't help it, not after bringing them up, and especially not after that comment Jack just made), his mind drifts past all the demons and devils taking turns with him this time, thinking instead back to his angel costume, how nice it had felt to wear before his dreams turned it into a skimpy, torn and ruined thing-- a reminder of better times, as well, those earlier hours of Terror's Carnivale before it all went to (figurative) Hell.

Too embarrassed to bring that up in any kind of detail, though, much too ashamed, given that it's far too queer a thing to want with actual sincerity. So then, he'll be vague: ]

I could always...Wear Something. If that sort of thing would suit you.

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[ He can patiently wait for a response while Irving spirals. Fine. Having this conversation at all is some kind of progress, after all, even if what he does come up with strikes Jack as...odd. He'll hear it out, though. ]

Wear something? Like what?

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It was merely a Thought little more than only a Simple Hypothetical in fact.

[ Quickly backtracking, losing some of his nerve before he manages to force himself to renew his efforts-- improvising, ironically, something no less humiliatingly lewd to mention, but in fact somewhat rather more so: ]

You once mentioned Something which can be worn that would hold me open for your...use, as such; so perhaps that could be Of Interest, or else Something Like It.

As well as Something that will help prevent me from responding physically to Impure Thoughts at all -- let alone Pleasure; let alone being made to expel from it.

[calicoat]

Tell me more about that.

Anal plugs? Sure. You can put it in before we meet, so you'll be good and ready when I get there.

Why would you want not to be able to respond to it?

[extramuralise]

Tell you more about which. Was it not already rather clear that I have never used Either before?

And how would I go about acquiring one? Without Jopson hearing of it. He is Required to Confirm most of my Purchases.

There is Purity in Deprivation; in abstaining from Release. Obviously it is a Sin in itself to even be engaging in Relations outside of a Marriage at all -- worse still if it is simply for Purposes of Pleasure, not Procreation; and now worst of all that it's sodomy. Denying myself in this way is only but one Small Sacrifice I am happy to make in order to atone for my Behavior.

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Whatever you want to wear for me, John.

I'll buy you one

but that is fucking insane, you know that?

[extramuralise]

It is not insane Jack. Nor, For The Record, am I either.



[ There's a long delay, then, before he is able to make himself go on further, needing to find the right way to put something not even he fully understands into words that can somehow make even a little sense. ]

Please Understand that this is not something I have ever Desired nor Yearned For carnally before -- that before it has only ever been as an Act of Merriment and Male Bonding that I have done this, which I hope you will keep in mind before you truly think me Sick.

[ As he's typing, working up enough boldness to continue, Irving remembers also the dream he'd had with Hickey, too, wearing a dress; not chaste and pure white lace like Irving had worn in his dreams of Hell, nor plain and modest like his skirt at Carnivale, but a bright, scandalous scarlet red.

Irving does not know what any of this means, if in fact it means anything at all, but he pushes it out of his mind for now. Takes a breath, presses forward: ]

I had thought maybe a...Dress, or a Skirt, and only just once of course. Unless that repulses you

[calicoat]

Trying to atone for wanting it by not letting yourself enjoy it is insane. May as well just not bother, I can make my quota elsewhere.

[ As for the rest...Jack has to think about it. He isn't repulsed or scandalized by it, but it's not something that he would have considered, if Irving hadn't brought it up. Anne doesn't even wear dresses, and the men he's been attracted to thus far have mostly been of a more typically masculine persuasion. Rougher attitudes, harder muscles, bloodied hands.

Unusual, but nothing can shock him, after a few months living at a brothel. ]

I'm not repulsed.

Unless you intend to pretend you're a woman, so that you can pretend it isn't sodomy. I won't indulge that.