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Suit-ably Stitched-up
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 17:13:19 +0000 UTCHere's the sequel to Suit-ably Tailored - let me know what you guys think of this one and whether you want a follow-up. This is the last Suit-ably story from the backlog!
Nearly a week had passed since Dean had had his run in with Mr Goldman and his assistant, Marcus. Dean had been desperate to get Marcus’ number but after Mr Goldman had flogged them both with a paddle, he’d been ushered quickly out of the door.
Mr Goldman had agreed that he would continue to be his tailor – on the proviso that Dean took better care of his suits and took a good thrashing if he didn’t.
‘Good evening, Mr Goldman,’ Dean said as he opened the shop door and glanced around hoping to see Marcus.
‘Good evening, Dean. Are you here to collect your new suit?’
Dean nodded, pleased that the charcoal suit he had on was in perfect condition.
Mr Goldman wandered to the bottom of the stairs and called for Marcus to bring the suit. Dean’s pulse sped immediately as the memory of his session with Marcus played through his mind.
The sound of a heavy tread on the stairs announced Marcus’ arrival and Dean felt himself harden at the sight of Marcus with his tousled hair, his handsome face and his broad frame in a beautifully tailored navy-blue suit.
‘Here’s your new suit,’ he said with a wink. ‘I hope you don’t have any . . . problems with it.’
Dean raised his eyebrows in question at the pause, but Mr Goldman shooed Marcus back up the stairs before Dean could say a word to him.
‘Now, I’m going away for ten days from tomorrow so Marcus will be running the shop. However, he isn’t capable of doing adequate repairs, so I would suggest that you are exceedingly careful. Do you understand?’
Dean felt like a naughty schoolboy as he nodded and left the shop, clutching his beautiful new suit in his hands.
The following morning, Dean pulled on a crisp, white shirt and a pair of tight fitting black silk boxer shorts that hugged his bubble butt and clung tightly to his thick rugby player thighs. He pulled on his light grey suit trousers and was surprised by how snug they were. The material had a slight glossy shine to it and felt wafer thin. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled at the way the tight material clung to his butt. He finished the outfit with the snug suit jacket and a pair of custom black leather lace up dress shoes.
Dean felt incredibly satisfied with how sexy he looked as he got off of the subway and started the short walk to the office. The looks he was getting from both men and women were almost arousing. The adoration and lust in some of their eyes was overwhelming and he felt practically smug as he sat down at his desk.
Dean spent the day in meetings and on conference calls and when he looked at the clock, it was nearly seven thirty. Other than the security guard, he was the only person left in the building. Throughout the day, he‘d had a number of comments about his gorgeous suit and he couldn’t believe how good his day had been.
With a content sigh, Dean pocketed his mobile and headed for the elevator to go down to the ground floor. The lights had been dimmed and the silence was incredibly peaceful as he pulled out his phone and started checking his emails whilst the elevator ascended.
As the doors opened and a loud “ding” announced the elevator’s arrival, Dean stepped forwards, but with his eyes still on his phone, he walked into one of the doors as it opened and his phone went flying out of his hands to slide to a halt in the corner of the elevator.
With a tsk of annoyance, Dean strode into the lift and squatted down to retrieve his phone. As he did so, a loud rip echoed inside the lift and Dean felt the material give around his firm buttocks.
‘Oh no,’ he gasped and jumped to his feet.
He pocketed his phone before letting his hands fly to the seat of his trousers. Dean’s face paled in horror as his hands touched bare skin. Not only had he ripped open his beautiful suit pants, but his tight silk boxer shorts had also split open revealing his smooth cheeks.
‘This can’t be happening,’ he groaned.
He removed his suit jacket and tied it around his waist so that his exposed backside was covered up and with a quick check that it was before 8pm, he headed outside and started jogging towards Mr Goldman’s shop, praying that he would be able to repair his trousers, even if he’d have to endure a flogging from the paddle.
As Dean ran down the street, he began to feel a cold draft at his rear and went to place his hand over the jacket to hold it down over his bare backside, but as he did so, his hand connected with the torn material of his suit pants. He looked down and gasped when he realised that his jacket was gone and he had no idea when it had fallen off. Panicked, he clutched his hands to his backside and continued the short run to Mr Goldman’s, praying that no one would notice his predicament.
‘Thank god,’ Dean sighed as he pushed open the door to Mr Goldman’s shop. ‘Mr Goldman.’
There was no one in sight as the door closed behind him and Dean called again.
A heavy set of footsteps came thundering down the stairs and as Marcus emerged from the stairwell, Dean remembered that Mr Goldman was away.
‘Well good evening to you, Dean.’
‘Hello Marcus, ummm I don’t suppose you could help me out with some repairs, could you?’
Marcus frowned. ‘Mr Goldman told you that I can’t do repairs and he also told me what to do if you ruined any of your suits whilst you were away.’
Despite feeling slightly aroused at the thought of having some alone time with Marcus, he held his hands up in protest. ‘This wasn’t my fault. The material is so thin on this suit, I’m not surprised it ripped.’
‘Let’s see the damage then,’ Marcus said. ‘I might be able to let you off if it isn’t too bad and I can repair it.’
‘There’s a slight problem with that,’ Dean said, his cheeks flushing red. ‘It’s not just my pants that ripped.’
Marcus smiled. ‘What else ripped?’
‘My boxer shorts have ripped open too?’
Marcus frowned and shook his head. ‘Doesn’t sound like it was the suit material at all then, does it?’
‘Please can you do something,’ Dean pleaded.
‘Turn around,’ Marcus instructed and Dean grudgingly obliged.
‘Oh dear,’ Marcus said, laughter plain in his voice. ‘You have made a mess of these.’
‘Can you fix them?’ Dean asked as he silently prayed that he wouldn’t have to go home like this.
‘I don’t think so, they are completely ruined.’
Dean put his hand to the material. ‘They’re only ripped down the rear seam.’
Marcus sighed and Dean felt him touching the material of his suit pants. ‘Not anymore they aren’t.’
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, there was a huge ripping sound as Marcus tore his trousers so they split straight down the inner thigh seams to his knees.
‘What the hell did you do that for?’
‘I was merely inspecting the damage that you did to them. I’ll have to spank you for this. You realise that?’
Dean was tired after his ordeal and just wanted to leave. He didn’t want the searing pain of Marcus’ large hands.
Marcus locked the front door and turned the sign around to show the outside world that the store was “Closed”.
‘I think we should head upstairs. After you.’
With an apprehensive gulp, Dean headed up the small staircase and Marcus walked behind him, his eyes never leaving Dean’s pert bubble butt as it swayed in front of him.
‘Lean over the shelves again,’ Marcus instructed and as Dean did so, he couldn’t help but remember the phenomenal orgasm that he’d had the last time and he couldn’t stop himself from praying that it would happen again.
Dean didn’t even have time to get comfortable before Marcus’ large hand was thrashing down on his barely covered backside. The loud slapping sound echoed around the store room and Dean winced as Marcus’ hand slammed down harder and harder.
‘Please stop,’ Dean begged, certain that the pain had been nothing like it the last time.
‘You need to learn,’ Marcus said with a short laugh.
Before Dean could protest, Marcus resumed spanking Dean’s firm backside. Slap after slap after slap. Tears blurred Dean’s vision as he bucked against the small set of shelves. When Marcus finally stopped, he was gasping for breath.
‘There, now you’ve been punished.’
Dean took in big gulps of air to try and steady himself. His backside stung and he waited patiently for Marcus to start massaging his burning hot butt.
‘You can stand up now,’ Marcus instructed.
Dean stood up and tenderly grabbed his butt as he turned to face Marcus, who was stood a few feet away from him.
‘Is that it?’ Dean asked with a disappointed pout.
‘You want me to hit you some more?’ Marcus asked with wide eyes.
Dean blushed. ‘No, but last time you . . . I mean . . . we . . .’
Marcus shook his head. ‘I can’t. Mr Goldman has forbidden it.’
‘But he’s not even here,’ Dean blurted out. ‘Don’t you want to?’
It was Marcus’ turn to blush as he looked Dean up and down in that way that said he wanted to have him there and then.
Dean took a bold step towards Marcus and put his hands on his muscled upper arms that bulged through his suit jacket.
‘Are you absolutely sure you’ve finished?’
Marcus looked at Dean and the internal debate warred behind his eyes, before he slowly began to nod.
‘Yes, you need to leave. I promised and I can’t . . .’
Deciding to try his luck, Dean pulled Marcus towards him and silenced him with a tender kiss. It was chaste and soft; just a taste of something that could be more.
Marcus pulled away with glazed eyes. ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’
Dean’s eyes widened. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve wanted to do that since . . .’
‘Too late for that,’ Marcus said and pulled Dean against him. With his strong hands he tore open Dean’s white shirt, sending buttons pattering to the floor in all directions. Dean gasped as Marcus slammed their lips together, Marcus’ tongue probing his mouth with a hunger that made Dean groan.
Marcus’ hands flew to Dean’s pants and unbuttoned them in seconds before sending them to the floor. Dean moaned into Marcus’ kiss as Marcus slid his hands along the black silk to the ripped opening at the rear. Marcus grabbed Dean’s bruised cheeks and slowly began to massage them. With their bodies pressed together, they could both feel the other’s arousal and with brave hands, Dean began to undo Marcus’ navy blue suit pants so that he could get to what he wanted.
Marcus growled in the back of his throat as Dean released his cock and gripped it firmly in his hand. With another growl, Marcus tore off Dean’s silk boxers so that he was stood naked except for his socks and his dress shoes.
Their lips were a blur of a passion as they slowly began to jack each other off. Dean moaned into Marcus’ mouth as the grip tightened on his cock.
‘You need to slow down,’ he gasped. ‘I’ll cum.’
‘Yeah, you will,’ Marcus said in a breathy voice. ‘I want you to.’
‘Marcus, why is the store closed?’ called a voice from downstairs. ‘Where are you?’
‘Shit,’ Marcus gasped, pulling away from Dean. ‘Hide! It’s Mr Goldman.’
Dean grabbed the remnants of his clothes and ran down one of the aisles of the store room to find a place to hide.
Marcus zipped himself up and ran towards the stairs just as Mr Goldman appeared.
‘What on earth is the store closed for? You should be open for another five minutes.’
‘I’m sorry, Mr Goldman,’ he panted. ‘I needed to use the bathroom.’
‘Well, I suggest you get back down there immediately. I have some paperwork to attend to.’
Marcus discreetly put his hand in his pocket to grip his throbbing cock. ‘Yes, Mr Goldman.’
‘I expect you to wait until I’m done.’
Marcus glanced in the direction of where Dean had fled before heading down the stairs, praying that Mr Goldman would leave before he did so that he could retrieve Dean and take him home to finish what they’d started.
Comments
Marcus MJC
That’s a very good question! I may have to write the next instalment for this one 🤔
Jarrett
Is Dean going to be forced to walk home naked?
