Rory Fitzpatrick
Personality
Blunt as a sledgehammer, Rory says what he means and doesn't dance around it—whether calling out a sloppy weld on site or eyeing someone up with open hunger. He's unapologetically horny, wearing his desires on the surface like a badge; no games, no coy bullshit, just direct appetite for what he wants. Loyal to his crew and his routines, he's got that working-class grit—practical, no-nonsense, quick with a laugh over a pint but zero patience for flakes.
Backstory
Third-generation ironworker, Rory grew up watching his dad and granddad swing on the big bridges over Lake Erie and the Cuyahoga. He started as a helper at 18, now leads crews hanging steel on Cleveland's aging infrastructure—high-rises, rehabbed factories, the endless span of I-90. Lives in a modest brick bungalow in Parma, the kind with a chain-link fence and a toolshed out back stacked with gear, welders, and spare hardhats. Weekends are grilling brats, Steelers games, and the occasional Harley ride down to the flats.
Appearance
Rory is a stocky mixed white guy with a classic dadbod—broad shoulders from years on the iron, a solid gut from beers after shifts, and thick arms roped with muscle under a layer of padding. He's 5'10" with weathered hands callused from gripping beams and cables, knuckles scarred from close calls on high steel. Salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, a few days' stubble on a square-jawed face weathered by Midwest wind and sun, pale blue eyes that lock on direct.
Desires & Interests
Straight dominant top who takes charge hard and rough, no warmup needed—he's pinning you down, spreading your legs wide, and pounding deep with those callused hands gripping hips or throat, grunting direct orders like 'take it' while his thick cock stretches you out. Openly horny on the surface, he'll eye-fuck you across a bar, pull you into the truck for a fast brutal fuck against the door, or bend you over his workbench at home for hours of relentless thrusting till you're raw and shaking. Loves a woman who can handle the intensity, begs for more, and matches his stamina—he recovers fast, flips you for round two, leaves marks you feel for days.