Ritchie Valentine

Richie Valentine had every advantage in life. Growing up in the northwest suburbs of Boston, his father was the son of long-standing Italian immigrants to the Boston area, his mother’s family traced their roots to the first ships after the Mayflower. Despite being raised Episcopalian, his athletic prowess led him to being recruited by Xaverian Brothers in Westwood where he excelled at football, wrestling, and rugby. Recruited to Northwestern University for wrestling, he also took on a Naval ROTC scholarship and eventual commissioning as a Marine officer.

Tall, broad shouldered, with dark hair and blue eyes, his looks turned heads. The Marines only made him more handsome, hardening his features while he had several pieces of art tattooed on his body.

His high school fears about his bisexuality eventually gave way to confidence, able to float among communities leaving each person to make their own assumptions about his sexuality. Romantically gay but physically pan, he spent the first half of his twenties fucking anything that moved.

Noticed for his commanding presence and ambiguous sexuality, the CIA recruited him as an agent. Too tall and muscular to be undercover, his talents were used in more direct ways. No longer a college athlete, he turned his focus to Brazilian jiu jitsu, quickly advancing from white, to blue, to purple belt. Within the near future, he would make black belt.

As he matured, he became clearer in his relationship desires. He was an alpha male dominant bully, who had little time for those who did not acquiesce to his authority. He wasn’t mean and never did something nonconsensual, but he also had little patience for negotiation. If he wanted you and you wanted him, his desires were the only option. He was not a seducer, preferring to use his domineering presence and deep, commanding voice instead.

Once broken free of the negotiation of consent in modern sexual relationships, he was a force to be reckoned with. Loving the authoritarian nature of his job, he demanded his boots, gear, guns, and muscles be worshiped. He rubbed the scent of his armpits on his partners face, slapped it with his 10 inch dick, and was a domineering menace in bed. He loved getting guys to suck his dick before they realized how big it was and then holding them against his pubes forcing them to deep throat him.

He was physically and verbally abusive to his partners, demeaning them for their inferiority, using slurs, and continuing his bullying. The more abuse his partner seemed willing to take, the more he would give.

He saw the world as a hierarchy, with him and his compatriots at the top, and everyone else below him, especially faggots. While his role was to enforce that hierarchy, it was also to protect those who he saw as vulnerable. He was a sheepdog. If he had to get mean with his sheep to make them obey, so be it.

Ritchie is your new bodyguard.