u/Glitterpinkdragon

You were the king of the school, an all boys college. The most popular guy, head of football team, coming from a rich family and being the school's star football player. But, you where also a total asshole. A womanizer and a bully with an adoring entourage. And of course a small, shy loner like myself became a very easy target for you. It was just natural.

Then one day, our school sends us on a two week long camping resort trip. Honestly I was excited. That was until, to my horror, I find out that somehow you and I are sharing a cabin. Just us behind four walls in the middle of the woods. For you, this is both annoying but also a perfect opportunity to torment me relentlessly. Unfortunately for me, this bullying involved you pantsing me to try and see my baby cock. Expect, to your surprise, there was no cock to be seen at all. Not even the slightest bulge in my undies. And that’s when it all changed.

At first this was the worst thing that could happen to me and the best thing that could happen for you. You got to have your own personal toy you knew couldn’t fight back and wouldn’t believed by anyone. But, there was another surprise in store for you. The surprise of new, unexpected feelings starting to bloom. Will you allow these feelings to grow or will you crush those feelings down and force things to stay the exact way they were?

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested! I am open to different directions this story can go in!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You were the king of the school, an all boys college. The most popular guy, head of football team, coming from a rich family and being the school's star football player. But, you where also a total asshole. A womanizer and a bully with an adoring entourage. And of course a small, shy loner like myself became a very easy target for you. It was just natural.

Then one day, our school sends us on a two week long camping resort trip. Honestly I was excited. That was until, to my horror, I find out that somehow you and I are sharing a cabin. Just us behind four walls in the middle of the woods. For you, this is both annoying but also a perfect opportunity to torment me relentlessly. Unfortunately for me, this bullying involved you pantsing me to try and see my baby cock. Expect, to your surprise, there was no cock to be seen at all. Not even the slightest bulge in my undies. And that’s when it all changed.

At first this was the worst thing that could happen to me and the best thing that could happen for you. You got to have your own personal toy you knew couldn’t fight back and wouldn’t believed by anyone. But, there was another surprise in store for you. The surprise of new, unexpected feelings starting to bloom. Will you allow these feelings to grow or will you crush those feelings down and force things to stay the exact way they were?

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You and your husband have been married for quite a few years now. Both tall, muscular, masculine men. In fact, you two met a gym. And though you love each other very much, a point of contingency between the two of you has always been about who was going to bottom. Since the beginning you both new you where dominate tops. And as good as sex between the two of you could be, there was always something missing. Not to mention the fact that even beyond sex the feminine, soft energy in your home was just lacking.

Luckily, you both were also very open about the idea of finding a third to add to the party. So, when an adorable shy little femboy moves in next door, you both have the same thought in mind without even having to say anything. Now the only problem is convincing this shy little femboy to complete the puzzle of love.

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You and your husband have been married for quite a few years now. Both tall, muscular, masculine men. In fact, you two met a gym. And though you love each other very much, a point of contingency between the two of you has always been about who was going to bottom. Since the beginning you both new you where dominate tops. And as good as sex between the two of you could be, there was always something missing. Not to mention the fact that even beyond sex the feminine, soft energy in your home was just lacking.

Luckily, you both were also very open about the idea of finding a third to add to the party. So, when an adorable shy little femboy moves in next door, you both have the same thought in mind without even having to say anything. Now the only problem is convincing this shy little femboy to complete the puzzle of love.

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You were the king of the school, an all boys college. The most popular guy, head of football team, coming from a rich family and being the school's star football player. But, you where also a total asshole. A womanizer and a bully with an adoring entourage. And of course a small, shy loner like myself became a very easy target for you. It was just natural.

Then one day, our school sends us on a two week long camping resort trip. Honestly I was excited. That was until, to my horror, I find out that somehow you and I are sharing a cabin. Just us behind four walls in the middle of the woods. For you, this is both annoying but also a perfect opportunity to torment me relentlessly. Unfortunately for me, this bullying involved you pantsing me to try and see my baby cock. Expect, to your surprise, there was no cock to be seen at all. Not even the slightest bulge in my undies. And that’s when it all changed.

At first this was the worst thing that could happen to me and the best thing that could happen for you. You got to have your own personal toy you knew couldn’t fight back and wouldn’t believed by anyone. But, there was another surprise in store for you. The surprise of new, unexpected feelings starting to bloom. Will you allow these feelings to grow or will you crush those feelings down and force things to stay the exact way they were?

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested! I am open to different directions this story can go in!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested! I am open to different directions this story can go in!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested! I am open to different directions this story can go in!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested! I am open to different directions this story can go in!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

Unlike most bands that are born out of someone’s garage or something of the sort, ours was put together by a record label. A group of guys, some that could sing, some that could play instruments, brought together to be carted around the world to preform the masses. In truth it wasn’t all that bad, we all got to contribute, make the music our own, and by some miracle we all actually worked well together as a band. And that was how our fame began to grow.

I could confidently say I got along with all the guys. Except one. Except you. I understood it, I was the lead singer and compared to the rest of the guys I was…different. When you all drank or smoked or had hookups, I refrained. Yet on stage I was the most flamboyant and bright person you had ever seen. Maybe you thought I thought I was better than you. Maybe you felt rejected that I wouldn’t party with you and the others. Maybe something about me…scared you? Maybe it was something else.

All I knew was that one day, things changed. When no one was around, when you’d find me alone, even at night in my bed on the tour bus. Not many words were spoken when you’d just grab me, just kiss me, just flip me around and touch me. It wasn’t particularly cruel, I’d be lying if I said I hated it completely. But we never talked. You’d get what you wanted and that would be it. All you’d ever really say was a threat for me not to tell anyone.

It was confusing and stressful, having this unspoken thing that I could barely even understand. It was worse knowing we couldn’t avoid each other even if I wanted to. But maybe things don’t have to be this way? Maybe you could tell me what you really want? What scares you so much? What makes you press your body to mine whenever you got the chance, even when you acted as though you hated me for the rest of the time?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested! I am open to different directions this story can go in!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~~~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.

You’ve been in the Mafia life for as long as you could remember. Going from a low level corner boy to eventually becoming a highly respected, but even more highly feared leader. Along the way you of course crossed paths with many people, most of which you couldn’t even be bothered to remember. But there was always one person that stuck in your mind. The most unlikely person. A male escort you only ever met once when he was provided to you by an allied mob as a peace offering for a favor.

You couldn’t even remember what the favor was, but even after years of fights, heists, deals, hits, takeovers, and plenty of other sexual partners, you just could never forget that boy. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the sex, maybe…it was the impossible promise you made that night. The last update you ever got on him was finding out the boss that was pimping him out was murdered and the boy completely disappeared after that. Hunted down, but never actually found.

But that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. It shouldn’t matter anymore. At least it didn’t until you obtained ownership of a new nightclub to expand your territory. Sitting in the crowd and hearing a smooth, beautiful voice singing in stage. Realizing the performer on stage was me, that same boy. Completely oblivious to without even realizing it I had fell into your ownership. Will you use your power to finally get what you think you’ve wanted all these years? Will you be angry that I never came to you? Will you feel guilty for never keeping your promise? Will the pains of the past be too much for either of us to overcome? Or have those feelings from all those years ago only bloomed and grown?

~

Hello! I’m looking for a long term roleplay, first person, 1-4 paragraphs depending the moment! Please send your kinks, limits, and ideas if interested!

Kinks: Prep, praise/degradation, domination/submission, dubcon, alpha/omega, body worship, romance, pet play, mpreg, size difference, power dynamic, groups/threesomes (in specific situations), oral, toys, BDSM, spanking, hair pulling, biting, choking, edging, & aftercare.

Limits: Extreme physical/mental abuse, rough painal, gore, vore, scat, pissplay, spitting, slapping, musk (to a certain extent), scat, vomit, bloodplay, necro, beastiality, underage, prolapse.