The Architect - Part One (Patreon)

Here's the first part of the Architect story - I hope you guys love this as much as I did writing it. The concept behind Matt getting stuck under the metal fence was based on a real story - not as extreme, but very real. If anyone wants to hear it, let me know!

The warm sun was just starting to set when Matt arrived at the building site. He checked his reflection in the car window and was pleased with the sight that met him. His dark hair was styled to perfection, his blue eyes glinted in the sunlight and his tanned skin still had a slight glow from his morning workout.

The building site was surrounded by a metallic fence that was about 8 foot tall. The only access was through a heavy metal gate that led through to the worksite’s cabin.

‘You must be Matthew Butler,’ a man in his early forties who clearly kept in shape said as he passed through the open gate.

‘I am. You must be Mr West,’ Matt said as he held out his hand.

‘You’re also twenty minutes late and clearly not dressed for a building site.’

Matt retracted his hand and apologised profusely. ‘The traffic was horrific and I thought I would still make it in time. I am sorry for keeping you waiting.’

Mr West waved off the comment as he led the way into the cabin. Mr West was dressed in tight Levi’s, heavy duty boots and a lumberjack shirt.

Matt hadn’t been stuck in traffic at all. He just had a bad habit of being late. As he walked through the door, the toe of his black leather dress shoe connected with the end of a shovel that was leaning against the wall. The shovel dropped to the floor with a loud clang.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Matt said as he quickly bent down to retrieve it.

As he bent down, there was a hushed popping sound and Matt sighed when he realised that the crotch of his black pinstripe trousers must have started to rip again. The truth was that Matt was always late and was well known for being ridiculously clumsy. His black pinstripe suit was his lucky suit for meeting new clients and he’d repaired the trousers more times than he could count.

Matt had the build of a rugby player – tall, broad shoulders, slim waist, nicely rounded bubble butt and muscular thighs and arms. Despite how great he looked out of his suit, he found it a complete pain to try and find one that fitted him without being too baggy or too tight.

Matt’s pinstripe suit was his favourite. The jacket was the perfect fit on his shoulders and waist and the trousers were like a second skin over his butt and his thighs. The only problem was that after several years of wear, the trousers were more than a little weak at the seams. In the last month, Matt had had to repair the rear seam three times, the crotch seam twice and the outer right hand thigh seam once.

Matt ignored the popped seam on his crotch as he knew it wouldn’t be visible, which was a relief as he’d been short of underwear and had thrown on some bright purple silk briefs that barely covered his ample backside.

Mr West glared at Matt as he straightened his jacket. He was just about to apologise again, when Mr West suddenly pulled out his phone and took a call. As he paced the room, talking in urgent tones, Matt placed the metallic tube that contained the buildings layout plans on the small table. They’d been delivered to his apartment that morning and Matt was more than a little relieved that they’d arrived in the nick of time. Despite only being in his late thirties, Matt had built up quite a reputation for being a genius architect and his designs were wanted all over.

‘I’m afraid we’ll have to do this tomorrow,’ Mr West said as he hung up the call. ‘My sister is in hospital and I need to go. You can leave the plans. I’ll review them in the morning before you arrive and you can deal with my questions then.’

Matt nodded and was ushered out as Mr West closed the door on the cabin and hurried Matt out of the metal gate which he closed and locked with a chain and padlock.

Mr West didn’t even say goodbye as he jumped into his pick up and drove off, leaving Matt to walk back over to his car.

With no one around, Matt run his fingers over the crotch of his trousers and sure enough, he could feel his silk covered balls through the small hole that had appeared at the split seam.

‘Better repair these before I go to my client meeting this evening,’ he said to himself as he climbed into his car.

After a twenty minute drive back to his apartment, Matt cheerfully headed up to the sixth floor of his building. Once inside, he kicked off his black leather dress shoes, removed his belt and then undid his pinstripe trousers, which dropped to the floor revealing his purple silk briefs, his black socks and his garters.

Matt deftly stitched up the crotch seam before doing a little reinforcement work on the rear seam to make doubly sure. Checking the clock, he realised that he actually had another half an hour before he had to leave to meet a prospective client for drinks.

Matt pulled his trousers and shoes back on and was pleased with his appearance in the mirror. Matt had always been vain and he couldn’t stop smiling at his reflection. It was then that he remembered the other tube that had been delivered earlier that day. Matt had had some naked photographs done of himself and he hadn’t had a chance to look at the finished product before his meeting with Mr West.

Matt grabbed the tube, prized off the metal cap and pulled out the roll of . . . blueprints. Matt stared blankly at the huge sheets of rolled paper for a second before it dawned on him that if he had the blueprints, then Mr West had the blown up naked photos of him.

‘I have to get them back,’ he said to himself as he grabbed his car keys.

Mr West didn’t seem to like him already. If he opened that tube then he’d lose the job for sure and he’d been desperate to get the contract for the new housing development.

By the time Matt arrived back at the building site, it was getting dark and only the light from a few surrounding street lights provided any illumination.

Matt raced to the gate and cursed when he remembered the chain and padlock that stopped anyone getting inside.

‘There must be a way in somehow,’ he thought to himself.

Matt started to wander around the circumference of the site looking for any gap in the metal fencing. There was no way he could climb over it, but he hoped that he’d find a break in it somewhere that would allow him to get through.

It was on his second circuit that he noticed a dip underneath the fence, right near where he’d parked his car. It would probably be a bit of a squeeze, but it looked just about big enough for him to wiggle underneath. Then he could pop into the cabin, switch the tubes and leave.

Matt removed his jacket as he didn’t want to get it dusty and he placed it next to the fence. Bending over, he threw the tube underneath the fence and watched it bounce across the ground. With a sigh, he got down on to his hands and knees and flattened himself to the floor, before pushing his arms through the gap to pull himself through.

Matt was relieved that the ground was so dry as he started to pull himself through. He could feel the metal fence on his shoulders and he tried to flatten himself as close to the ground as possible. There was a pole sticking out of the ground just on the other side of the fence and with a bit of stretching, he managed to grab a hold of it to yank himself through.

However, as he started to move, he didn’t realise that the bottom of the metal fence had caught on his white shirt and as he slid along the ground, the metal fence was gently ripping his shirt from shoulder to waist. When his upper body was on the other side of the fence, Matt came up against another obstacle . . . his prominent bubble butt.

He pushed his crotch into the ground as much as he could and opted to just yank his butt through in one movement. Little did he realise that the metal fence was already digging into his belt and with his swift movement, the metal ripped through his belt and frayed the material of his pants that covered his butt.

With a sigh of relief, Matt pulled himself the rest of the way out, it was only when his right trouser cuff caught on the fence that Matt looked over his shoulder and saw his ripped shirt.

‘Oh shit, how did I not feel that?’

Cursing, he twisted around to free his tangled cuff, but the pressure on his shirt was too much and buttons popped off in all directions, exposing his smooth, tanned chest and stomach. Ignoring his ruined shirt, Matt got his cuff free and pulled himself fully on to the other side of the fence.

As he stood up, his shirt fell from his body on to the ground. Matt picked up the ruined material and tossed it back over the fence. He then ran his hands over the back of his trousers to check for any damage and was disheartened to feel a couple of patches of silk where the fence had torn off patches of his trousers. Not wanting to think about his favourite pinstripe suit, he picked up the tube and crossed the site to the cabin. He threw open the door and dashed inside, but no sooner had he set foot in the cabin, his knee connected with something heavy, which went crashing to the floor.

‘Damn shovel!’ he said with a sigh.

Matt stepped over the shovel and switched the two tubes, double checking that he now had the photos of himself. He was so engrossed in looking at the photos of his naked body in the dim light that he forgot about the shovel and as he walked towards the door, he tripped over the thick wooden handle and fell to the ground, his knees slamming into the floor first before his hands slapped down in front.

As Matt hit the floor, the strain was too much and his trousers burst open with a loud RRRRIIIPPPPP!!!

‘Oh no, not my trousers!’

Matt’s face whitened as his trousers started to slide down to his knees and he was horrified to discover that his trousers had split from the crotch, up the rear seam and through the waistband.

‘When did my belt split?’ he said as he felt the broken leather.

Matt stood up and his trousers crumpled around his ankles, leaving him stood in just his purple silk briefs, socks, garters and shoes. With a sigh, Matt grabbed his trousers and pulled them back up to his waist and held them there with one hand, whilst he grabbed the tube with the other.

Conscious that he would now have to go home and change before drinks, Matt made his way out of the cabin, shutting the door behind him. He walked as quickly as he could back to the dip under the fence and was grateful to toss the tube with his naked photos over the fence to the other side.

Matt got back down on his hands and knees and flattened himself to the ground again. As he did so, his trousers slid down to the tops of his thighs, exposing the purple silk briefs that barely contained his smooth butt. Matt repositioned his trousers so that they were back around his waist before pushing his arms and head under the fence. He grabbed the metal pole on the other side and started to pull himself through, ignoring the scratches on his shoulders as he did so.

As Matt pulled his upper body through the gap, his trousers slid further down his legs until they were bunched under his knees. Unable to stop them descending further, Matt started to pull his bouncy bubble butt through the gap, but as he pulled, the metal fence caught the silk material of his briefs. Matt heard a slight rip and quickly twisted around to free them, praying there hadn’t been too much damage.

As he twisted around, Matt noticed something rather unexpected. With his silk clad crotch pushed into the ground, all the movement was making the tight silk material rub up and over his cock and in just a matter of seconds, he was sporting a huge throbbing erection.

‘Really not the time,’ he said with a shake of his head.

Matt wriggled out of the gap until his trousers were round his ankles and only his feet were under the fence. As Matt tried to tug them out, his trousers tangled on the fence and around the heels of his dress shoes.

Just then, Matt saw headlights approaching the building site and knew that it could only be Mr West. With some difficulty, Matt managed to kick off his shoes and the remnants of his trousers. With the headlights getting closer, Matt bent down to grab his trousers and shoes so that he could get his car keys from the pocket. However, as he bent over, the small rips in his silk briefs tore open in lines. The rips went through the waistband and the leg bands and as Matt stood up, the tattered piece of purple silk floated to the ground leaving Matt in no more than his socks and garters with a raging hard on.

With no time to rummage in his pocket for his keys, Matt grabbed his shoes, trousers, the tube and his jacket and ran for a pile of rubble a short distance away.

The car pulled up on the opposite side of the site to where Matt had parked. As Mr West got out, Matt pulled out his car keys and as quietly as he could, he unlocked the car. Matt tossed the remains of his trousers and his dress shoes on to the passenger seat with the tube.

Not wanting to be seen by anyone, Matt climbed into the car and waited for the other car to leave so that Mr West wouldn’t know he’d been there.

As Matt sat in the car, he saw the silky material from his briefs glistening in the light from one of the streetlamps. Not wanting Mr West to find the remnants of his underwear, Matt climbed quietly out of the car and tiptoed over to the silk, which he grabbed from the ground.

The light in the Cabin flicked on and Matt was relieved that Mr West had gone inside. He clutched the silk to his crotch to cover himself and headed back to his car, his bubble butt bouncing slightly as he moved.

As soon as he got back into the car, Matt couldn’t ignore his erection any longer and he used the piece of silk to rub up and down the shaft of his cock sending volts of pleasure through him. Within seconds, he was shooting streams of cum all over his chest and stomach.

‘Fuck me!’ he gasped as he put his head back against the seat.

With the light still in on in the cabin, Matt decided to risk driving away, but as he did so, he was unaware that Mr West was stood at the metal fence watching his architect drive off, naked and covered in cum. Mr West had seen everything that Matt had done in his car and he couldn’t help but squeeze the boner in his Levi’s as he thought of the CCTV footage he might find back in the cabin.