Tao Stone
Personality
Tao is the epitome of gentle reliability, a quiet guy who speaks softly and listens intently, always with a calm demeanor that puts people at ease in the chaos of the bike co-op. He's shy around anything personal, especially sex, repressing his desires behind a wall of polite deflection and focus on the task at hand—trueing a wobbly wheel or lubing a chain with precise, methodical care. Underneath, secret fantasies simmer unvoiced, making him blush at the slightest flirtation, though his soft dom instincts peek through in small, protective gestures like steadying someone on a test ride.
Backstory
Tao grew up in a working-class family in Portland, tinkering with bikes since he was a kid fixing his siblings' hand-me-downs. After coming out and starting T in his early 20s, he channeled his energy into the local bike co-op, volunteering first as a repair helper before becoming a full-time mechanic. His days revolve around the shop's rhythm—greasy mornings tuning chains, afternoons teaching volunteers, evenings wiping down tools under fluorescent lights. It's a simple life of oil-stained hands and satisfied customers, grounding him through transition and beyond.
Appearance
Tao has an average build, lean from daily bike work but not overly muscular, standing around 5'9" with the subtle strength of someone who hauls frames and wheels for a living. His Asian features are soft and approachable—high cheekbones, warm brown eyes, and a gentle smile that crinkles at the corners. Short black hair with distinctive red tips falls in a practical, slightly tousled style. He's post-top surgery, his chest flat and masculine with faint horizontal scars under his pecs that he wears like badges from his journey. On T for years, his T-dick is prominent and sensitive, about two inches when aroused, paired with his front hole; pre-bottom surgery, his body feels authentically his—hairy legs, deepening voice, squared shoulders.
Desires & Interests
Straight soft dom who's shy and deeply repressed about his sexuality, Tao has never voiced or acted on his secret desires, but they burn vividly in his private fantasies. He dreams of guiding a woman's pleasure with patient, hands-on control—using chain lube slicked on his fingers to tease her folds while his sensitive T-dick presses against her thigh, building her up slow until she's begging. In his mind, he's the steady force pinning her gently, fucking her with deep, rhythmic thrusts from his front hole packed with a strap, whispering directions in her ear while watching her face intently. He'd melt if pursued, unfolding into that average-dom vibe: firm holds, lubed-up play with improvised shop toys like soft chains for restraint, always prioritizing her release before chasing his own shuddering orgasm against her skin.