Studded Suit

For July's story, you voted for a story about a muscular, arrogant guy in his mid-thirties who works a corporate job and wears suits all day every day.

So, here it is, a story about the ridiculously vain and arrogant Carter James.

If you enjoy the story, give it a heart and let me know in the comments what you'd love to see happen to Carter next, and he might make a return.

The warm sunshine filtered through the drapes, illuminating a pattern across Carter James’ naked torso. The soft brown hair that dusted his pecs and ran down his stomach to his crotch practically shone in the light as he gave his cock a half-hearted tug and swung his legs out of the bed.

Standing up, Carter caught his reflection in the full-length mirror that dominated one wall of his bedroom; his broad shoulders, muscular physique, thick thighs and perfect cock made him smile like they did every morning.

In his opinion, he had the most perfect body, and he loved every inch of it.

Carter James was a senior marketing executive for a big corporation in the city, and as much as he loved the power and the authority he got in his job, what he loved most was the way people drooled over him in his beautifully tailored suits.

Despite a lot of feedback about his slightly arrogant nature, Carter had no interest in changing who he was. He loved his gorgeous body, and he loved the way he looked in a suit. Carter had an extensive wardrobe with a huge underwear collection, each item chosen to perfectly show off his bulge and his incredible bubble butt.

When Carter emerged from the shower with a fluffy white towel tied around his waist, he knew immediately what underwear he wanted to wear to the office. The previous day he’d had a new pair of leatherette boxer briefs delivered. They looked like hot pants on him and were decorated down the sides and along the rear with silver studs that made them look almost like jeans.

With an excited smile, Carter dropped the towel and grabbed the boxer briefs from the top of his dresser. Just feeling the smooth black material made his dick chub up slightly, but he ignored that and pulled them on, loving the way the tight leatherette brushed against his thick thighs.

Once they were on, Carter couldn’t stop admiring himself in the mirror; they fit like a glove and just seeing himself in them was enough to make him want to jerk off right then and there.

But he didn’t want that yet. He wanted to tease and edge himself all day so that when he got home from the office, he’d be ready to explode.

Carter decided to wear one of his favourite, and most worn, suits; a light grey Italian suit that had slightly thinner material but hugged his thighs and his ass to perfection. He finished the look with a white shirt, dark grey tie and black patent leather oxfords.

“Fuck, I look incredible,” he whispered to himself as he gave his bulge a squeeze as he looked in the mirror.

The drive to the office was easy and Carter found himself almost constantly groping his bulge, enjoying the feeling of the studs on the leatherette boxer briefs pressing against his suit pants and into his hand. In fact, there was so much groping that Carter had to give himself a couple of minutes to calm down and allow his throbbing hard on to settle when he arrived at the office.

What Carter hadn’t expected was that the studs on the rear of the boxer briefs slightly dug into his bubble butt, however it wasn’t too uncomfortable in the car.

As usual, Carter made a show of strutting into the office and taking the long way around the open-plan space to his private office. He liked to give all of his staff a chance to see how incredibly sexy their boss looked in whatever he’d chosen to wear that day.

Carter had a fairly busy day of meetings ahead, and barely had time to do more than drop his bag and grab his coffee from his drooling assistant, Clark, before he was heading into the conference room for a board meeting.

He took a seat at the back of the room so that he could do emails on his phone without being too noticed, but when he sat down, he almost yelped when the studs on his boxer briefs practically stabbed as his bubble butt hit the hard wooden chair.

Smiling at how slutty his undies were, Carter tried to get himself comfortable, and quickly focused on the meeting rather than the discomfort his underwear was causing him.

It was after the first hour of the meeting, that Carter shifted in his seat for the hundredth time to try and get comfortable in the hard chair when there was a hushed ripping sound.

Confused by the sound, Carter lifted his butt slightly from the chair and ran a finger along the rear seam but was relieved to find it completely intact. Shrugging it off, Carter focused his attention on the meeting, continuing to shift around in his seat.

Towards the end of the meeting, the Finance Director was sharing some important reminders when Carter shifted in his seat again and heard another hushed rip. He glanced down and his eyes widened when he saw a rip in the front of his suit pants that was about three inches in length on the right thigh.

“Fuck,” he cursed in his head, wondering how on earth his suit pants had ripped.

The thought that followed was how hot it was seeing his hairy muscled thigh and a glimpse of the glossy black leatherette through the rip.

Carter’s cock immediately started to harden, and he did his utmost to ignore it as the meeting was brought to a close.

“Thank you all for your time. We shall reconvene next week.”

As the CEO dismissed them, Carter busied himself on his phone until the room had emptied.

Once he was confident that everyone had gone, Carter stood up and felt the rest of his suit pants to see if there were any further rips, and his cock twitched when he felt multiple holes in the back of his pants.

Needing to be able to see the damage, Carter checked the hallway was clear before beelining for the executive bathroom. As the only exec on the third floor, Carter had exclusive access, so he didn’t need to worry about anyone bursting in and catching him.

Once the door was closed, Carter turned his back to the mirror and gasped when he saw multiple rips along the ass of his suit pants. As he the holes, he realised that the studs on his leatherette boxer briefs must have rubbed against the material until it ripped.

“Damn, my ass so looks tempting like this,” he murmured as he tugged lightly on the rips.

By this point, Carter’s cock was throbbing in the leatherette boxer briefs and the morning’s teasing finally became too much for him. Desperate to see more of his leather clad ass, Carter grabbed one of the rips and gave it a hard yank.

A loud RRRIIIPPPPPPPP echoed around the restroom as Carter tore an enormous hole in the back of his suit pants, his leatherette covered butt fully on show.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he whispered as he undid his belt and pants, ramming his hand inside the tight boxer briefs and grabbing the solid eight-inch length of his cock.

Carter moaned as he stared over his shoulder at his exposed leather clad ass, his hand fisting his cock and making his balls tingle.

“Look at you, you sexy bastard,” he moaned. “Look at your beautiful, exposed ass. Those pants couldn’t contain that bubble butt and now everyone can see your slutty undies. You sexy beast.”

Carter yanked down the front of his boxer briefs, freeing his leaking cock with a meaty slap.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he wrapped his hand back around it and jerked himself faster, his free hand on his thick bubble butt, squeezing the leather clad cheeks.

As Carter continued to grunt and tell himself how sexy and exposed he was, his balls tightened, and he roared out his orgasm as jets of cum shot from his dick and spattered across the floor.

“Ah, fuck, yes, yes, yes.”

It was as Carter started to come down from his orgasmic high that he realised that his suit pants were utterly ruined, and he had no way to cover himself and get back to his office.

“What the fuck do I do now?” he muttered as he looked at the cum all over the floor and down the front of his ripped suit pants.

“I could help, you sexy bastard.”

Carter spun around to find his assistant, Clark, stood at the door with his arms crossed, a delighted smirk on his face, and his phone trained on Carter.

“Oh fuck!”