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Fierce Competition (Suited Edition)
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 13:31:49 +0000 UTCAnd here's our second commissioned story, which features some brand new characters. I loved this idea and the characters created, which are all thanks to Daniel! I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I had fun writing it :)
It was well known in the office that Damien and Alex were best friends. They’d met at college and instantly become inseparable. No one in their lives was remotely surprised that they moved in together after college, and no one was surprised when they both got jobs for the same advertising firm. The one thing that did surprise people is that they weren’t together, but despite some healthy experimenting in their second year of college, they just weren’t interested in each other.
However, both of them garnered a lot of attention from everyone else!
Damien was over six feet tall with broad shoulders, a thick, muscular build, and a dusting of hair on his chest. He was incredibly handsome with dark hair and dark eyes, inherited from his Italian mother. Alex on the other hand was a few inches shorter, with strawberry blond hair, a fairer complexion and a slimmer build. Although Alex’s most defining features were his ridiculously handsome face, his cheeky grin and his epic bubble butt that ballooned out behind him and was the envy of everyone that saw it.
Everyone in the office drooled over both Damien and Alex for their looks, but their constant competitive nature, pranking and messing with one another was a different matter entirely. And this competitiveness only got worse when Bryan Kirkland joined the company.
Bryan was a Latino god!
His dark features were on the border of handsome and beautiful, his dark curls framing a face that anyone would get lost it. His upper body was toned but slim, yet his ass and his thighs were thick and muscular, his ass having the perfect amount of bounce when he walked through the office in his deliciously tight suit pants.
From the first second they saw Bryan, both Damien and Alex wanted him . . . and didn’t want the other to have a chance.
It started off innocently enough. Damien would be stood chatting to Bryan and Alex would fake an important call to get Damien back to his desk. Alternatively, Alex would be talking to Bryan in the kitchenette and Damien would burst in saying the boss was looking for Alex. All perfectly innocent.
And then . . . things started to escalate.
Damien decided to tell Bryan that Alex had caught an STD and that it would be safer not to touch him. When Alex found out, he set the record straight with Bryan and then dropped into conversation that Damien was a bondage king and was only interested in Bryan because he wanted to chain him up and beat him.
And on it went.
The rest of the office, including Bryan, were starting to grow tired of the obvious and almost lecherous ways that Damien and Alex fawned over Bryan, but none of them could think of a way to stop it.
Then, on a fateful Friday afternoon, with the boss out of the office, things took an even more humiliating turn.
Damien was wearing his favourite light grey suit with a white shirt and polished black leather dress shoes. The jacket accentuated his broad muscular shoulders, and the suit pants were skintight on his thick thighs, his thicker bubble butt and his ample bulge. He’d worn the suit intentionally to try and entice Bryan over for a drink after work, but he had no idea how the afternoon would actually pan out.
Alex had immediately noticed Damien leave his desk and over to the window where Bryan sat. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to show up his best bud, Alex watched him as he grinned widely at Bryan and started chatting.
Alex himself had opted for just a pair of navy suit pants and a light blue shirt that day. The colours accentuated his strawberry blond hair, and the suit pants made his bubble butt pop more than usual.
As Damien chatted with Bryan making flirtation comments and lude jokes, Alex decided that enough was enough. He needed to show up Damien in the best way possible, and he knew just how to do it.
“So, if you’re free tonight, you should absolutely come . . .”
“Hi guys,” Alex said as he sauntered over and leaned back against the filing cabinet, folding his muscled arms.
Damien rolled his eyes. “We’re in the middle of a conversation right now.”
“I see that,” Alex said with a knowing smile. “Bryan looked like he needed rescuing.”
Bryan laughed. “I’m not entirely sure that’s the word I’d use.”
Damien stepped in front of Alex, putting his huge arms around him and leaning them on the filing cabinet. “Please don’t be a dick.”
“Stop trying to take what’s mine and admit defeat,” Alex whispered.
“Fuck you, buddy. Game on,” Damien said, running his hands down Alex’s back and over the waist of his trousers, before turning back to Bryan.
“Maybe we should head down and grab a coffee so we can continue this conversation alone?”
As Bryan made excuses, Alex decided to do something juvenile. The rubber band and the pencil were just sat there, and he knew it was childish, but Damien had riled him up. Using the rubber band as a slingshot, Alex aimed at the pencil at Damien’s meaty butt that was straining against the seams of his suit pants. With a loud twang, the pencil was loosed, but rather than the pencil stabbing into one of Damien’s cheeks and making him jump or yell, the pencil hit the rear seam of Damien’s suit pants, and then things happened very quickly.
The pencil broke a few threads in the overly stretched rear seam of the suit pants, and as Damien turned around to see what had hit him, the strain undid the rest of the stitches in quick succession with a loud ripping sound that seemed to drag out for minutes.
Alex watched with a shocked expression as his best buddy’s bare butt came bursting into view, the only sign of an underwear, a brightly coloured strip of silken material nestled between his cheeks.
“What the fuck?” Damien yelled. “What the hell did you do to my pants?”
Bryan stood up from his desk and his face broke out into a grin. “Are you wearing a stars and stripes thong?”
Damien blushed. “Fuck! What? No! I . . . fuck, I’m gonna kill you.”
Alex knew when it was time to run, but when he tried to bolt from the filing cabinet, he was momentarily stuck, before suddenly, his tight navy suit pants burst off of his body, his muscular legs and his own skimpy undies bursting into view.
“What the hell?” Alex yelled, spinning around to see his pants hanging from the filing cabinet by the belt loops.
“You did this,” Alex said, rounding on Damien.
“Uh, dude, you may wanna cover up,” Damien said, indicating down with his head.
Alex looked down and couldn’t believe his rotten luck. He was also wearing a thong . . . a stars and stripes thong that exactly matched the one that was nestled between Damien’s cheeks.
Bryan burst out laughing. “Are you guys wearing the same thong? That’s ridiculous!”
Alex blushed and Damien clutched his exposed butt.
“I think it might be time to get out of here,” Alex said, yanking his tattered pants off of the filing cabinet and holding them in front of his bulge.
“Yeah, good call,” Damien said.
Bryan’s laughter, and that of the rest of the office as they saw the two best friends exposed, followed them all the way to the car they’d shared to work that morning.
Alex had to admit that Damien’s ass looked incredible showing through the epic rip in the back of his suit pants, and Damien had to compliment his buddy on how good his legs and ass looked fully on show in that tiny thong.
“Do you think we should maybe quit it with Bryan?” Damien suggested as they got in the car.
“Yeah, I think . . .”
But Alex was interrupted by a message to both of their phones . . . from Bryan.
I won’t hook up with either of you alone, but knowing you’re in matchy thongs . . . how about a three way? B
