Date: Mon, 31 May 2021 14:02:12 +0000
From: Krypton12345
Subject: Cosplay Model

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.