A Naughty Boy [open to spankers]
[[So I'm new on this site, and I figured it'd be easier to just start a new thread. I don't want to intrude on anyone else's. So this is kind of a test until I get more used to the site, but I'm very familiar with roleplaying on threads, and in chats. I have discord if you prefer something more private. I suppose I'll leave this open to anyone that wants to, and if lots of you bite, I'll set up some sort of real thread. Below, I'll post the basics of my boy (he's a man, but I'll always call him my boy,) followed by a starter. It'll be open and we can discuss whether this is for fun or for punishment, and if it's consensual or non-con. I'm defaulting him at 18, but if you want a thread in which he's a child or teen, you can tell me that, too. But know that if he's under 18, spankings are strictly punishment. No sex with minors. Have fun!]]
The Boy
ARMAND LUCIEN DUVAL
ALIAS: Claquesous, 'Sous
KNOWN AGE(S): 18-28
HAIR COLOUR: Black
EYE COLOUR: Green
HEIGHT: 5'6"
FACECLAIM(S): Rory Torrens
CAREER: Criminal
ABOUT: He's a survivor of abuse. He's been homeless and has a criminal record. He is addicted to heroin and cocaine, and is an alcoholic.
THINGS TO NOTE: Scar on his right cheek, from being pushed into a wall. The nail that stuck out of it just missed his eye. Scar on his lip from when his father busted it when he was five. Multiple scars on his body; from gang fights, attacks, himself and his parents. Assorted Tattoos.
The Starter
Armand let out a nervous breath as he watched the other across the room. He’d already been given his instructions, and as much as he longed to disobey, something told him not to. He knew exactly how this would start out, but what made him nervous was how it was going to end. There was really no telling.
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath- holding it to ground himself, and then exhaling loudly. He gave a single, determined nod, and turned to face the bed. He eyed it for a while, taking not of the lint pilling on the blankets, just to bide time. He let out a soft whimper as he dropped his pants and underwear to his knees in one fluid motion, baring his pale, scarred ass. He huffed as he made himself as comfortable as possible on his stomach, round bottom on display. He wasn’t going to ask what exactly would happen. He’d take the surprise of it all. Once comfortable, he waited patiently.
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For whatever I need. Plot, list of people interested, extra info, whatever.
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