[ definitely unwise, but wash isn't here to police responsibility -- not his role right now. maybe a different time. eddie (or the network) has chosen wisely enough this time, at least. wash generally won't press too far . . . unless he knows that's what is wanted. ]
I would be.
Maybe, huh?
[ what goes unsaid: is this a little new to you? that's fine. lets keep testing. ]
Maybe I'll come up behind you backstage. Maybe you won't know what hits you until you're already face-first against the wall. Maybe you can feel my hand in your hair and try to guess who I was in the crowd, and that will all leave your mind when you feel my cock against your ass.
[ what is responsibility?! psh, he shows up for his two jobs and to hang-outs with friends. that's all Eddie expects of himself! his head tilts in interest at that admission of interest, chuckling softly at the 'maybe, huh?' he said what he said! ]
Sounds like maybe you have it mapped out and like you have this mystical sight into how I might be thinking, too. I do like making sure I meet everyone in the crowd's eyes at least once, make them feel all warm and fuzzy for coming to watch the show.
So maybe you're gonna fuck me right there, backstage, where anyone can just wander in? Ballsy
[ the maybes are a convenient enough device for him to keep liiiightly just barely pushing and seeing what kind of person the network has dropped into his lap. ]
Maybe you won't even see me before I'm right behind you with my hand over your mouth and dragging you into a side room.
Maybe I could let you try and keep quiet, instead. Duck behind a curtain, fuck you nice and hard and see how long it takes before you're moaning loud enough for everyone to hear just how good you're getting it.
[ well fuck, Eddie's just getting harder from this, and he doesn't even know the guy's name. it's kind of unfair really, but if it's part of what's making this so hot, then he tells himself he can wait for a name. ]
Jesus man [ it's sent off before he hit backspace; whatever, he's not actively trying to hide how this is turning him on. ]
While both of those sound like stellar options, I should probably let you know I can be loud, and I don't really give a fuck who sees us. So you'd have to do something about keeping me quiet, if you fucked me behind one of those curtains. It's only so dark and out of the way back there, after all.
[ an enthusiastic one who'd like being dragged off by a stranger, apparently. wash can work with that. ]
Then I'll make sure at least one person sees me pull you off, but make sure everyone hears you.
What about after, Eddie? Maybe I could just leave you there. Maybe if you begged me sweetly enough I'll keep coming back every few nights. Let you figure out who I am in your crowds. Give you a nice reward when you get it right.
[ despite being from the year 2550++ everyone he knows sure makes a lot of 80s-90s-2000s references, and so guess who is somehow entirely something he knows about. ]
I don't give in.
[ :') you found yourself a hard dom, eddie. ]
Your reward doesn't need to be a secret, we can keep you properly motivated. What gets you going, Eddie? Apparently you don't mind letting strange men fuck you. I can take you home, use you all night. Tie you up and feed you my cock.
[ this 1986 boy is gonna keep 'em coming, okay? it's one of his go-to moves, just wait for the moment he storms in with Tolkien references and d&d shit ]
Don't you? You haven't even heard me beg yet. I know how pretty my voice is.
[ definitely the right thing to say to a hard dom, but Eddie can't help himself. ]
well you'd be the first for that, but it sounds hot. so, why not? I mean, marathon sex has proven to be a go to, using me how you want, telling me if I'm being good. I like talking a lot, especially when it's dirty. Haven't been tied up before, but I've thought about that too.
[ join the d&d club that Eddie is foretold to form eventually, Wash. it's destiny! ]
Whatever would I do then?
Who knew I'd win a jackpot like this. Okay. I want you to call me a good boy or bad boy, respectively, you're the judge and jury on that Handcuffs. or whatever, I guess you ever choke someone when you're fucking them?
[ welcome to the midst of Eddie's whirlwind of discovering kinks he's into or might be into. it's a hell of a ride. ]
[ wild enthusiasm and earnestness that he honestly finds very endearing. he's entertained enough to let eddie lead the way a bit here, albeit with a controlling hand -- its not like how turned on he was earlier in this conversation was subtle, and wash is sure letting his imagination run a little wild will only help. ]
I have. [ that's understating it: choking is a favourite. ] Whatever's not enough. Be more specific.
[ Eddie hasn't done subtle a day in his life, no inherent ability to start now. there's a soft pang in his chest at what he reads as a commanding request, intrigue growing. ]
okay. well I'd like you try that with me shit man, I've never been tied up before. That. Whatever's good to use for that, for my hands
but lucky you, eddie, if you're interested in choking and being tied up: breathplay is a favourite and he's an experienced and capable shibari rigger. he can show you the world. ]
We'll start with your hands, then.
[ he'll let your imagination decide what that means. ]
[ he ain't gonna make it easy for you, buddy. he will in fact literally turn up for a a day or two just to watch without acting at all just to make it even more inconspicuous. he has enough time on his hands for it. ]
I want you waiting for it every show. Play your entire set wondering if there's anyone in that crowd planning to force you against a wall backstage the first chance they get. Look at every man there and wonder if they'd be the type to tie you up an put a hand over your mouth and make you beg to be fucked. Force you consider everyone you see and wonder if they'd make you call them Sir or Daddy with their hand around your throat, just to hear you choke on it.
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[ Eddie fires on sincerity always, slipping between his cockier and playful side when lust really piles on and his straightforwardness, so having what he thinks is a solid suggestion be slammed down instantly? it takes him aback, but then this guy keeps on going, and fuck if he doesn't think for a third or fourth time that this person who's face he hasn't even seen is gonna get him off all over fucking texts.
there's really no compliant about that either, just a heavy observation. definitely going to end up jerking off to this at some point, nbd. ]
Guess I have a fuckton of distraction coming up for me. What if I go around talking to everyone at break, between sets? Might be able to figure you out.
[ of course it's nice of him to do, essential in a world of gigging and local shows to keep people really wanting to come back, and Eddie does whatever he can to help Jolene's succeed.
he's about to reply with something when that question comes in, then there's a request that feels a lot more like a command given the nature of what they've already talked about.
he takes a picture from above, dark t-shirt showing, legs slightly spread, jeans still fastened and zipped up, outline of his erection tenting predominantly through black denim. pretty fucking turned on are words that float through his mind but don't make it to text. ]
Like that?
[ or, should be be showing more? he thinks about sending another photo, but he waits to see what kind of reply he'll get from just this. ]
[ wash would agree with the terminology pretty fucking turned on. from where he is just idling in his apartment, he examines that picture in quiet appreciation -- noting his build, his manner of dress. scanning through his crystal-clear memories of jolene's, other times he may have passed by or of that one night ( because wouldn't it be a hell of a thing if this eddie was someone he's already fucked ). nothing immediately comes to mind, the build looks right maybe for some people he saw from afar. ]
You're not here to tease. Show me all of it.
No touching yourself until I let you.
[ hope you're good at typing one-handed, eddie, it's about to come in handy. ]
[ Eddie's in one of the back rooms at Jolene's, which would be his primary excuse for not just yanking his jeans off and jacking off to this whole exchange. he's found that a bit of denying himself immediate contact, more friction, has been a turn-on too, so that's really probably most of it. he has all the privacy he needs, back there doing tasks that are not pressing.
he exhales at that, the ordering tone from a voice he hasn't heard now coming more brilliantly clear, without sound but the punch behind those words sure is loud. the second text sends his head spinning for a second, what a concept. never had anyone order him around quite like this before.
he sets his phone down to unfasten his jeans, standing up to let them drop further down before sitting back in an leather office chair, taking another photo from the same angle, leaning back a bit, pulling his shirt up, so his shaft is on display. it shouldn't be so difficult already to not touch himself, to not grab onto his dick like he's showing it off, but his hand not holding the phone is in the frame, resting on top of his leg. he's stiff, average enough in size, wisps of dark hair over his groin. ]
So you wanna see me touch myself huh?
[ sometimes it's better to say nothing at all, Eddie. ]
Edited (don't mind my typo of leaving out a two letter word) 2023-07-03 05:11 (UTC)
the instruction is clear, a command, but of course there's no real way to enforce it. wash isn't there, isn't his dominant, has no way of knowing if eddie cheats and touches himself outside of those pictures and no way of really doing anything about it if eddie took a picture of him jerking off in clear defiance. it's a quiet test, not necessarily one to pass or fail but one to let wash continue to get a better sense of who he's dealing with, and when the photo comes back featuring a cock rock hard and on display, he knows that eddie is listening to him anyway. ]
Good boy.
[ he studies him for a moment, lets that message linger for a few seconds before he follows it up. ]
Not until I tell you to. Lets just have a chat.
[ yes, he's just going to keep talking to you. and you aren't going to touch yourself at all the whole time. ]
What're you going to do when you go looking for me? What kind of guy do you think you're looking for, when you ask around and try to find out which of your new fans might be the right guy to bend you over their lap and make you beg for it?
[ Eddie knows he could cheat, lie, that any brush of his fingers or quick strokes for some relief couldn’t possibly be known to this man. he’s a sucker for engrossing in a fantasy though, so he’s obeying that command, letting the way it’s making his cock throb just wash over him.
there is a near miss when he’s called a good boy, a curse aloud, wanting so very much to start jerking off hard, the praise shooting sparks to his dick.
chat huh? well fuck, the direction this ‘chat’ goes is no surprise, and his hips give a little roll in place, aching but not touching. not yet. ]
I’ll look at all the faces there, see how quick different pairs of eyes wanna lock onto mine. It’d be too obvious if you were eager to look at me though, so I’d go up to who looked interested but aloof, whoever I thought you were, ask you flat out if you were there looking to fuck. See what people say. It’s Duplicity though, everyone’s always looking for some tail.
Someone with a confidence just oozing from them. Hot. Taller than me probably. Maybe has a bourbon neat or something like that.
Or maybe it would be more evident than I’m thinking, maybe whoever you are wouldn’t be able to not look at my crotch when it’s obvious I’m getting hard on stage and I could see that when I’m looking around.
[ speaking of hard: he’s making it more difficult on himself, pre-cum teasing the head of his dick, and he stares down at himself through languidly blinking eyes. ]
[ eddie's nice and descriptive and detailed, and he hums with quiet amusement as he paints a picture of who he expects him to be. he's turned on, too, his cock hard in his jeans, but he's not compelled to do anything about it yet, content to read eddie's incoming messages knowing just how much he must be straining to touch himself. ]
Interesting plan.
[ he will neither confirm nor deny. ]
Are you just gonna ask if they want to fuck? Seems like you might get some false positives. You probably have to be a little more specific to figure out if it's me.
Take another picture, and tell me what you want to call me.
[ you a sir or a daddy or a master type, or none of the above? ]
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I would be.
Maybe, huh?
[ what goes unsaid: is this a little new to you? that's fine. lets keep testing. ]
Maybe I'll come up behind you backstage. Maybe you won't know what hits you until you're already face-first against the wall. Maybe you can feel my hand in your hair and try to guess who I was in the crowd, and that will all leave your mind when you feel my cock against your ass.
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Sounds like maybe you have it mapped out and like you have this mystical sight into how I might be thinking, too. I do like making sure I meet everyone in the crowd's eyes at least once, make them feel all warm and fuzzy for coming to watch the show.
So maybe you're gonna fuck me right there, backstage, where anyone can just wander in? Ballsy
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Maybe you won't even see me before I'm right behind you with my hand over your mouth and dragging you into a side room.
Maybe I could let you try and keep quiet, instead. Duck behind a curtain, fuck you nice and hard and see how long it takes before you're moaning loud enough for everyone to hear just how good you're getting it.
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Jesus man [ it's sent off before he hit backspace; whatever, he's not actively trying to hide how this is turning him on. ]
While both of those sound like stellar options, I should probably let you know I can be loud, and I don't really give a fuck who sees us. So you'd have to do something about keeping me quiet, if you fucked me behind one of those curtains. It's only so dark and out of the way back there, after all.
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Then I'll make sure at least one person sees me pull you off, but make sure everyone hears you.
What about after, Eddie? Maybe I could just leave you there. Maybe if you begged me sweetly enough I'll keep coming back every few nights. Let you figure out who I am in your crowds. Give you a nice reward when you get it right.
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Everyone huh? You must be pretty damn good to boast that in advance
Just dine and dash? Long as you make me come first
You want me to beg for that? Think I'd like being part of your depraved game of guess who?
well luckily turns out that I would like that.
You're not gonna give any hints about what kind of reward that'd be though, will you?
Maybe you won't be able to keep your name a secret from me. I might beg to know it and you could give in.
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I don't give in.
[ :') you found yourself a hard dom, eddie. ]
Your reward doesn't need to be a secret, we can keep you properly motivated. What gets you going, Eddie? Apparently you don't mind letting strange men fuck you. I can take you home, use you all night. Tie you up and feed you my cock.
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Don't you? You haven't even heard me beg yet. I know how pretty my voice is.
[ definitely the right thing to say to a hard dom, but Eddie can't help himself. ]
well you'd be the first for that, but it sounds hot. so, why not? I mean, marathon sex has proven to be a go to, using me how you want, telling me if I'm being good. I like talking a lot, especially when it's dirty. Haven't been tied up before, but I've thought about that too.
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Careful. Beg too pretty, and maybe I'll keep you.
[ :') ]
Dealer's choice then, Eddie. Give me a few things you want me to do to you for your reward. You earn it, and I'll surprise you with a few more.
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Whatever would I do then?
Who knew I'd win a jackpot like this.
Okay.
I want you to call me a good boy or bad boy, respectively, you're the judge and jury on that
Handcuffs. or whatever, I guess
you ever choke someone when you're fucking them?
[ welcome to the midst of Eddie's whirlwind of discovering kinks he's into or might be into. it's a hell of a ride. ]
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I have. [ that's understating it: choking is a favourite. ] Whatever's not enough. Be more specific.
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okay. well I'd like you try that with me
shit man, I've never been tied up before. That. Whatever's good to use for that, for my hands
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[ :') ]
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Don't know how to say it any other way than I haven't done this, so learning as I go
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but lucky you, eddie, if you're interested in choking and being tied up: breathplay is a favourite and he's an experienced and capable shibari rigger. he can show you the world. ]
We'll start with your hands, then.
[ he'll let your imagination decide what that means. ]
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show him shining shimmering splendid acts in bed, he's eager for every bit of what he's said and more.
his imagination is indeed already racing. ]
Have to start somewhere.
Okay.
So do I get to know what day you're gonna come by? Friday Saturday draws the biggest crowds.
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[ he ain't gonna make it easy for you, buddy. he will in fact literally turn up for a a day or two just to watch without acting at all just to make it even more inconspicuous. he has enough time on his hands for it. ]
I want you waiting for it every show. Play your entire set wondering if there's anyone in that crowd planning to force you against a wall backstage the first chance they get. Look at every man there and wonder if they'd be the type to tie you up an put a hand over your mouth and make you beg to be fucked. Force you consider everyone you see and wonder if they'd make you call them Sir or Daddy with their hand around your throat, just to hear you choke on it.
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there's really no compliant about that either, just a heavy observation. definitely going to end up jerking off to this at some point, nbd. ]
Guess I have a fuckton of distraction coming up for me.
What if I go around talking to everyone at break, between sets?
Might be able to figure you out.
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[ but that does give him an idea. and he is about to just say it, but instead, after a few moments of consideration: ]
How turned on are you just talking to me about this, Eddie?
Show me.
[ it isn't a suggestion. ]
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he's about to reply with something when that question comes in, then there's a request that feels a lot more like a command given the nature of what they've already talked about.
he takes a picture from above, dark t-shirt showing, legs slightly spread, jeans still fastened and zipped up, outline of his erection tenting predominantly through black denim. pretty fucking turned on are words that float through his mind but don't make it to text. ]
Like that?
[ or, should be be showing more? he thinks about sending another photo, but he waits to see what kind of reply he'll get from just this. ]
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You're not here to tease. Show me all of it.
No touching yourself until I let you.
[ hope you're good at typing one-handed, eddie, it's about to come in handy. ]
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he exhales at that, the ordering tone from a voice he hasn't heard now coming more brilliantly clear, without sound but the punch behind those words sure is loud. the second text sends his head spinning for a second, what a concept. never had anyone order him around quite like this before.
he sets his phone down to unfasten his jeans, standing up to let them drop further down before sitting back in an leather office chair, taking another photo from the same angle, leaning back a bit, pulling his shirt up, so his shaft is on display. it shouldn't be so difficult already to not touch himself, to not grab onto his dick like he's showing it off, but his hand not holding the phone is in the frame, resting on top of his leg. he's stiff, average enough in size, wisps of dark hair over his groin. ]
So you wanna see me touch myself huh?
[ sometimes it's better to say nothing at all, Eddie. ]
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the instruction is clear, a command, but of course there's no real way to enforce it. wash isn't there, isn't his dominant, has no way of knowing if eddie cheats and touches himself outside of those pictures and no way of really doing anything about it if eddie took a picture of him jerking off in clear defiance. it's a quiet test, not necessarily one to pass or fail but one to let wash continue to get a better sense of who he's dealing with, and when the photo comes back featuring a cock rock hard and on display, he knows that eddie is listening to him anyway. ]
Good boy.
[ he studies him for a moment, lets that message linger for a few seconds before he follows it up. ]
Not until I tell you to. Lets just have a chat.
[ yes, he's just going to keep talking to you. and you aren't going to touch yourself at all the whole time. ]
What're you going to do when you go looking for me? What kind of guy do you think you're looking for, when you ask around and try to find out which of your new fans might be the right guy to bend you over their lap and make you beg for it?
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there is a near miss when he’s called a good boy, a curse aloud, wanting so very much to start jerking off hard, the praise shooting sparks to his dick.
chat huh? well fuck, the direction this ‘chat’ goes is no surprise, and his hips give a little roll in place, aching but not touching. not yet. ]
I’ll look at all the faces there, see how quick different pairs of eyes wanna lock onto mine. It’d be too obvious if you were eager to look at me though, so I’d go up to who looked interested but aloof, whoever I thought you were, ask you flat out if you were there looking to fuck. See what people say. It’s Duplicity though, everyone’s always looking for some tail.
Someone with a confidence just oozing from them. Hot. Taller than me probably. Maybe has a bourbon neat or something like that.
Or maybe it would be more evident than I’m thinking, maybe whoever you are wouldn’t be able to not look at my crotch when it’s obvious I’m getting hard on stage and I could see that when I’m looking around.
[ speaking of hard: he’s making it more difficult on himself, pre-cum teasing the head of his dick, and he stares down at himself through languidly blinking eyes. ]
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Interesting plan.
[ he will neither confirm nor deny. ]
Are you just gonna ask if they want to fuck? Seems like you might get some false positives. You probably have to be a little more specific to figure out if it's me.
Take another picture, and tell me what you want to call me.
[ you a sir or a daddy or a master type, or none of the above? ]
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