Cosplay Model
Disclaimer--this story involves consenting adults.
I learned that I loved spandex very early in life when I joined the swim team. I loved speedos, but even more loved the full body race suits. I loved how tight they were and how every curve of my lithe body showed through the suit.
I also knew I was gay from an early age and used to surf the web looking at cute boys and teens in tight spandex. Around 14 I got my first cosplay outfit. Cosplay is the term used for people who are into wearing costumes and role playing. Anyway, it was no surprise I chose to get a Spider-Man costume.
The costume was sized small and very tight. Once I put it on, I started to bone up. I realized that if I was going to go in public I would have to wear something underneath, like under armor tights or maybe one of my old speedos. But I really liked the feeling of wearing nothing. I liked the way I looked and took a lot of selfies wearing that suit.
Anyway, now I am 18. I have a large collection of Spider-Man suits, as well as some full body morph suits. I am also rather thin. I'm 5-10 and weigh 150. My hair is very blonde and rather shaggy. I often have to brush it away from my eyes.
I was able to attend a cosplay event at our local civic center a few weeks ago, and this guy with a camera introduced himself, saying he was a photographer. He said I looked great, and then confirmed my age. His name was Jeff.
Jeff was a hottie himself. Probably early 20s, he was a little taller than me, had dark brown hair and was pretty muscular. Specifically, Jeff specialized in conceptual and cosplay photography. He published his work online and it is often bought by people for special publications, fantasy literature, etc. He admitted that several of his customers also have cosplay fetishes and pay a lot for the kinkier shots.
Jeff asked if I'd be willing to model for him. Standing there with my spidey suit on (mask off) I started to bone up as Jeff explained. I probably should have worn something under my suit, but I didn't. As he talked, my mind I was imagining posing in my sexy suit for this guy. I could feel my cock filling up the front of my suit and I was sure he noticed.
"The idea excites you, I see," Jeff commented. All I could do is nod and half mumble "yeah." With that, Jeff put his hand on my left shoulder, which sent shivers through my body. And while he held it there, he looked into my eyes and said we should go up to his room so he could tell me more and show me the contract he uses when photographing people.
I agreed and after grabbing my backpack followed Jeff to his room. I was still wearing my suit with a raging boner poking the spandex. In the elevator, Jeff pointed at my cock and said it was cute. Without warning he put his hand on it as he leaned in and started making out with me. While his tongue danced around my mouth, his hand squeezed my cock. It was one of the hottest make out sessions I've had, but I was worried I would soon start to leak precum or worse if he didn't stop.
When we reached Jim's floor, we exited the elevator acting nonchalant as we passed some kids heading down to the pool. Jeff's room was just a little ways down the hall. As soon as we arrived, Jeff opened the door and guided me inside.
Then Jeff suggested we continue what we started in the elevator before getting down to the contract and details. I agreed as he pushed me onto the bed, where I was laying on my back.
What happened next surprised me. Jeff asked if I had every done any bondage. I didn't admit it to Jeff, but to be honest, I did experiment with some self bondage while wearing my various spider suits and loved the feeling. I just shook my head, acting like I was not familiar with it. Jeff then asked if I wanted to try some, which I eagerly agreed to.
With that, Jeff started rummaging through his bags and produced some thick white rope, cuffs and what looked like a wand massager. He said if i ever need to stop, to say so and he would respect my wishes.
For the next several minutes. Jeff methodically strapped me to the bed. He used cuffs on my wrist and ankles and then used the rope to attach each cuff to a corner of the bed. I felt both helpless and horny laying their under Jeff's control as he did his work binding me.
When my ankles and wrists were completely tied, he asked me to struggle and try to get free. I couldn't. It felt great. Jeff then spent several minutes stroking my spandex covered body, focusing a lot on my chest and cock. He was edging me skillfully and all I could do is writhe around and moan in pleasure.
Next, Jeff grabbed what looked like a penis gag and strapped it around my head. With the gag in, I could barely make a sound other then mmmhph. And then, Jeff grabbed my mask and proceeded to put it on my head.
Now bound, gagged and barely able to see, I heard Jeff fire up the massager. For the next half hour he rubbed the massager around my cock and balls, stopping for a rest every time I came close. It was torture. I was breathing hard, moaning through the gag and twisting and turning in vain trying to rub my cock harder on the massager.
Just before I was about to explode, Jeff took a break from the edging. Instead I heard his cell phone click as he took several photos of me, bound and excited. Then I heard the sound from his cell that told me he was capturing me on video. I could see enough to tell he was setting it up on a tripod at the end of the bed, pointed toward me and my erection.
Once the camera was set up, Jeff resumed his torture. The thought of someone watching me squirm and moan, while being tied up in my tight spiderman suit made me even more excited. A few struggles and moans and I finally exploded. I could feel the front of my suit get damp quickly. I'll have to wash it before any photo shoot I thought to myself.
Jeff started putting his stuff away and then untied me. He started with my mask. Once it was removed, he pulled the gag out of my mouth while drool dripped across my chin. It was then that I noticed Jeff was naked.
Then, Jeff untied each of my feet and ankles and removed the cuffs. Too weak to move, Jeff helped me into a seating position and started to unzip the suit from the back. He pulled it off my shoulders, but only so far so my arms were a bit immobilized.
While I lay back exhausted, Jeff crawled on top of me positioning his cock in front of my face. I just laid there helpless watching it grow as he wanked. Eventually, Jeff exploded and covered my face with his cum. Globs hit my eye, my nose and my lips. Unable to use my arms, I just moaned as Jeff used his cock to smear the cum around my face.
We both laid on the bed for several minutes until deciding to take a shower together. When we finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and put my wadded up suit in my backpack. That's when we started talking about the photo shoot.