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Origin Stories: @CityBossUK

  • Writer: Southern Suitor
    Southern Suitor
  • May 14
  • 2 min read


A bearded man in a pinstripe suit and fine loafers.
One of my favorite suitmen, this horny, sexy, bearded fucker has the libido and intensity of a raging bull, and his fiction sizzles with lust.



I can trace my suit and tie fetishism back to my school days. Nobody in my family had ever had a traditional "suit and tie" job so I'd never been exposed to it but I recall a teacher at school, when I was around 12 years old, who wasn't even that attractive but he dressed very well. ALWAYS in a shirt and tie. And I recall being mesmerised by what he was wearing, the way his tie would hang from his collar and sway as he moved around the classroom. I liked it but I didn't really understand why - what I did understand is that I wanted to look like that.Around this same time I was hanging out at a friends house one day, his parents were out and they were having some remodelling done on the family bathroom. When nature called, my friend told me to use his parents en-suite bathroom through their bedroom. As I walked through the bedroom to get to the bathroom I saw a coat-hanger on the wardrobe door handle and it was covered in ties belonging to his Dad. Looking back, they were all quite old fashioned and certainly not to my taste but as a kid who didn't own any ties - nor have access to any - the opportunity was too tempting to pass up and so I grabbed one and stuffed it into one of the large pockets on my cargo trousers (hey, it was 1997...cargo trousers were cool, ok?).


My mind was transfixed on this fine piece of silk in my pocket, I couldn't wait to get home to try it on but for the remainder of the day I played it cool. As soon as it was time to go home I raced back on my bike, running straight upstairs to my room, grabbing my white school shirt and shaking as I fastened the buttons. And then came the moment I'd been waiting so long for...knotting the tie. As I finished the knot and got it snug up into my collar, I looked at myself in the mirror on my wardrobe door and in that moment I changed forever. THIS is what I wanted to look like. I felt a sense of power that I'd never had before and I've found that that power has grown over the years; shaping me into a dominant force that demands the best.


As a young lad of that age I'm sure you can imagine what followed but as the years passed, my tastes and standards grew and I'm now very lucky to work in the finance industry which, although less so since covid times, allows me to be suited and surrounded by suited men.


And all the pleasure that comes with it...

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