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🏴☠️ IC contact; Duplicity
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"Captain Jack Rackham. Leave a message, or speak to me face to face like an adult."
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"Captain Jack Rackham. Leave a message, or speak to me face to face like an adult."
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With Anne and another woman, yes.
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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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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?
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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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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.
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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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Where do you think it might lead you?
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[ 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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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.
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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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Wear something? Like what?
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[ 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.
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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?
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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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I'll buy you one
but that is fucking insane, you know that?
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[ 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
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[ 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.
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[ Irving regrets this, he really does; it feels all wrong, and not even in the religious sense, but like his instincts were correct the first time in knowing better than to ask for something that feels so strange even to himself.
This entire conversation, in fact, feels like it's gone wrong somehow. Text is not the medium for having talks like this, it just feels dismissive and vaguely contentious to him, which in turn makes him feel more uncomfortable, more defensive, more self-conscious. ]
No. Not That. But please just forget that I brought it up at all; I think it would be for the best that we not bother. I lack any of the Right Words for explaining it.
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I don’t know. Chastity belt?
Forget about that. What if I let you get hard, made you want it, fucked you right to the edge, until your thighs tremble and your toes curl, and THEN refused you?
We'll see how long you can go without touching yourself, and thinking of me.
Would you like that?
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Oh, okay. Well, forget about feeling dismissed and defensive, Irving's heart suddenly feels like it's risen up into his throat and then dropped right down to his stomach, heat flooding his face and spreading itself just south of his gut. ]
Yes. I would like that very much.
You would simply leave me there like that?
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If I felt that you deserved it.
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I suppose if you Felt So Moved you could even use the plug on me as well -- so I would truly have No Choice but to Think Of You.
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Keep my seed plugged up inside you? You'd wear it until you got home?
Greet your housemates like that? Holding the evidence of our dirty little secret?
Or would you wait for me until I'm ready to go again first?
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Lowering his hands from his very red face, Irving gulps to himself, before slowly constructing his response. ]
When you say "go again First"...
Do you really mean to suggest that if I were to Wait for you then you would do it to me again a Second Time -- that I would instead be returning Home with TWICE the amount held within me until I could truly no longer stand it?
Because my Heavens Jack. I'm not sure I can even imagine anything more Unspeakably Filthy than that.
[ Read: Unspeakably Filthy ( interested ) ( aroused )... ]
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