Vignette: Straight dumbfuck.

Picture of some suitbro from the depths of Tumblr. Some stupid straight bro trying to dress like a grownup.

A conversation with @CityBossUK:

I love this fantasy, the notion that these rough "straight" guys are just waiting for the right suited Dom to show them true pleasure.

It's one of my favourite fantasies too

Fucking a dumb straight guy so hard that he fucking begs you to let him cum

Rearranging his guts with my bulldick and he sheepishly goes back to his friends like nothing has happened

But keeps finding a reason to talk to me at the bar

And there it is

Re: straight dumb jocks attempting to dress like grownups.

Right?!

Especially with a wimpy little tie knot like that.

Oh the tie....it's awful

He goes to the effort of wearing a proper dress shirt with studs and cufflinks but chooses that tie

He deserves to be punished for that faux pas. He'll be grunting and gagging on our cocks as we take turns skullfucking him on his knees. I'd have him trussed up in a hogtie.

You know just what to say to make me hard

I'd be sure to rig his feet with his legs spread extra wide, so that you can rip open his trousers and plow him from one end, while I keep skullfucking him from the other. A spit roast.

We'd both end up filling him with cum from both ends. Yours would dribble down his torn trousers and splat on his shoes. Mine would bubble out of his lips. I'd use his lapel as a cumrag.

He'd stagger back to his dumb straightbro friends. He wouldn't even be able to walk straight. Our cumstains marking his tux as our territory.

You'd have one of your gloved hands over his mouth. You love the sounds of his helpless whimpers, even as you growl into his ear what a pathetic dumb straightboy he is. You'd keep him handgagged just to assert your power over him, just to hear him try to plead into your leathered palm.

And then, with a gesture, I would step up to his lips. And you'd lift your hand, and I'd pry open his mouth, and stuff my cock in. An ideal gag, while he sucks and wheezes and whines.

Your bulldick meanwhile would be treated to the sensation of his hole, so tight and untried. His foolish little tie would be arching forth from his shirt collar, his suit jacket spilling wide open.

You'd grip what's left of his trousers and rip an even wider hole, letting the seams split halfway down his thighs. No bouncing back from this. He doesn't get the privilege of a whole suit anymore, dumb straight whore he is. This breeder knows nothing about being bred. You'll show him.

His hands would writhe into fists, his cock turning purple, throbbing. I'd chuckle down at him. "You can't even stroke yourself off, can you boy?" And you'd taunt him in turn: "Should've widened your hole for us, you straight dumbfuck."

"Such a dumb fuck," I'd croon back. "Can't even tell us what's on his mind. Poor thing." I'd thrust even further down his throat, while you take him further up his ass.

His cock would ooze precum, which would then turn milky white. He's losing it, losing control. He's edging, so close. And he's helpless to help himself, helpless to stop it.

"Our straight dumbfuck fuckboy looks like he's about to pop his cork," I'd say. "Do you think we should untie him?"

"Absolutely not," you'd grunt between thrusts. I'd laugh. "Didn't think so."

And, just as he blasts his load, I'd reach down and cup his swollen cock with a fold of his jacket, so that he fires it all over the satin lining of his suit.

We'd withdraw for a moment. I'd gag him with his own pocket silk, and we'd recline in some leather chairs nearby, enjoying some scotch and cigars, suited with our cocks still lordly and bare, stroking off idly while we watch our spent straight boytoy suspended and helpless. And then we'd get back up, and finish the job.

Another suit of his, ripped and ruined and spent. Reduced to our cumrag. You'd tap some cigar ash over his suit and shoes, smudging it just to make your point.