Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2011 19:58:12 -0800 (PST)
From: dcnightwolf1@yahoo.com
Subject: Spandex Studs

     With a start, Jonathan woke. He didn't know what had brought him
around, but it had snapped him from a deep sleep.  Almost immediately, a
searing spike was driven into his right temple.

     "AHHH!" He cried out bringing the heel of his palm to the site of his
pain.  Expecting to push his curly, red bangs away and inspect the area, he
felt nothing but slick fabric and his hand slipping behind his ear.

     "What the world!?" He thought.

     Jonathan opened his eyes but his world remained dark. He licked his
lips and his tongue also encountered the fabric.  Worried now, he opened
his eyes wide and still saw nothing.  He grabbed his left hand with his
right and affirmed that they both had gloves on.  Starting from the crown
of his head, the young man pulled both hands down their respective sides of
his head.  The long tapered fingers were spread wide. He couldn't detect a
seam but the fabric completely and snugly encased his head and neck.

     `Oh god what is happening?!'

     He maneuvered his hands to cover the rest of the 5ft 8in frame. The
fabric felt like it overlapped around his collar. He ran his hands down his
arms, flexing and feeling the sensation of stretching and shuddered at the
goose bumps rising. His right hand completed its journey down Jonathan's
left arm and moved to his left torso.  Sure enough, the eerie feeling began
again.

     Gliding on his left pectoral, Jonathan gasped as the nipple went as
hard as gravel.  He also noticed that the fabric clung to his every curve;
finding first his defined pecs and then his washboard six pack.  Wrapping
his long arms around his slim torso, he couldn't find any seams or a
zipper.  He moved his hand back and started to finish feeling his torso
when he brushed against something resting on his lower three abs.

     "Ah fuck me!" He screamed.  How he couldn't have noticed it before?
But now that he did notice it, the amazing sensation rushed back into his
senses in a shock that took his breath away.  Gingerly, he held a finger to
his rigid and swollen dick.  Even the barest trace of his finger tip
increased the throbbing of his loins.  His moans filled his ears as he
tentatively poked the rapturously wrapped shaft and began pumping his fist
up and down the full 11 inch length of his manhood.  The nineteen year old
had never had feelings and pleasure he was now experiencing.  It was better
than when Becky Weiss had sucked him off in tenth grade.  And though he had
never admitted it, Jonathan found it better than when he and Kevin
Henderson had sucked each other off still clad in their football pads after
homecoming last year.

     Something about that night leaped to the front of his thoughts.

     'Homecoming?' Yes, part of the pleasure of that night was the
sensation of Kevin wrapping those emerald and black Under Armour tights
around his shaft after removing his cup and gobbling his groin muscle for
all the lineman was worth!

     Though it was only for a few seconds, his hand pumped manically before
the young college sophomore was brought back to the present by his balls
drawing up to his body and his cum was momentarily caught by the spandex
fabric coating his body.  But the power with which the juice had been fired
exploded through and spattered on his face and chest.  Collapsing back, he
felt himself convulse as his hips pumped for all they were worth.

      "DAMN!" He exclaimed "Holy shit was that awesome!"

      He rubbed the jizz from his eyes, lips and chin only to remember he
didn't have a rag.  Well, he wasn't gonna just keep his goo in his hand.
He rubbed the gloved hand on his side. And then Jonathan began rubbing the
remaining dick juice into his abs and torso.  It may make him sticky for a
little while but he wouldn't keep putting his hands in puddles of goo.

     Satisfied with his cleanup, Jonathan touched on something he began to
notice in the afterglow of his hand job.  Inside the fabric, something
surrounded his balls.  Finding the outline, he felt around and discovered a
thin flexible cable.  It ran from his nut sac, between his legs, and
tracing it, Jonathan gulped as he felt it enter his ass.

     "Nonononothiscan'tbehappening" he thought.

     But tracing it again with both hands, the college stud knew beyond a
shadow of a doubt, that something had been shoved up his ass.

     Knowing already, the lanky boy from Iowa confirmed that his legs and
feet were also wrapped in what was now obviously a spandex bodysuit.

     `How the fuck did this happen?' he fumed.

     The last thing he remembered was getting off his metallic green, ninja
motorcycle and going into the bar.  He had driven from the dorm to the
southern club district so he didn't run into anyone.  Ever since that night
at homecoming; Jonathan had wondered about whether he was queer or not.  He
had spent the summer backpacking through Yellowstone and then went off to
Northwestern in the fall.

      On his own, he found college life to be hectic.  Hoping to get ahead,
he had stayed at college this summer to take a couple classes.  He played a
little soccer, swam at the pool, and had met a couple guys and become
friends.  When he had found out three of the five were gay, he went with
them to the clubs a couple times.

     It came back to him.  He was meeting Steve at a Bear and Bondage club.
He had walked through the door.  Had gotten a drink. And kissed his friend
Steve when he found him at a booth.  Another friend, Trevor, had smiled
broadly at Jonathan's bare skin under a leather vest.  Sitting across from
Steve and Jonathan, Trevor laughed when Steven had tried on his friend's
helmet, and then wearing it, went for another round.

     He didn't remember anything else.

     Suddenly very exhausted, Jonathan fought to stay awake but within
moments he was asleep once more.

     Groaning when he next woke, he remained still to avoid aggravating his
headache.  He realized it was gone.  Testing his body, he found it to be in
working order.

     A gruff voice said "Stand up".

     Hands grasped him under his arms and he was on his feet.

      "I've got to piss" Jonathan said hesitantly.

     His hand was placed on a shoulder and he was commanded to follow.

     Soon he was stopped and a hand grabbed his cock.  Jonathan hissed a
pained breath rushed between his teeth.  A clenched finger on his sensitive
member.

     "Piss" the voice commanded.

     "Huh? No! I'm still in this suit!" Jonathan protested.

     The hand squeezed his encased sausage.  The voice repeated his
command.

     Jonathan didn't want to but his bladder chose that moment to reach its
limit and the warmth spread around tip.  The torrent flowed through the
fabric and a powerful stream thundered into the toilet.

     A hardened shaft slipped into the crack carved by the spandex. The
dick was nice, thick and felt wonderful as it slipped up and down between
his ass cheeks.

     He was still a virgin. Yet he yearned for that cock to plunge into
him.

     Gods he had needed to piss.

     And as the hand shook his cock off, Jonathan dick grew back into a
steely rod.

     "Please" as his captors hands began to piston along his shaft.  "What
do you want?  Where am I? Who the fuck are you?!" Jonathan began to panic.

     Someone shushed him quietly in his ear as the hand let go and the dick
removed itself from his ass. The sudden absence from his crevice made his
body quake with need and he almost feel to his knees with an anguished cry.

     "Please put it back!" he screamed as hands caught him under the
armpits. He had never known need like this. Two evil laughs sounded behind
him.  Without any warning, he was swept off his feet.  Thrown over a
muscular shoulder; a hand caressed his right butt cheek.

     Two more chuckles and a third voice wondered "Do you really want it
biker boy? It would make you a biker butt boi."

     He was set down and told to get on his knees. Frightened beyond all
belief, he did as he was told and a warm thick rod pushed between his lips
and the tongue.

     "This is what a cock tastes like." The voice said. And Jonathan was
then face fucked.

     Something had changed Jonathan knew.  Instinctively, the boi sucked on
the dick and began moving his mouth up and down the member.  His gloved
hands worked. One cupped the ass of his fuck master and one pumped the dick
being rubbed on his cheek.

     The three men moaned as the fourth man began sucking Jonathan's dick.

     Soon all creamed loudly.

     Panting, the sweet air filled with the delicious aroma of sweat and
man juice,

     "Gods that was delicious and amazing" a voice said off to Jonathan's
right.

     "We have to offer him membership" off to his left.

     "I agree as well" said the third voice.  It addressed Jonathan now.

     "You were chosen and taken because of your hot body, your skill with a
tongue, and your willingness to grow.  You are offered a position as our
slave.  You will service us.  You body will be ours to do with as we wish.
And you will always been wrapped in spandex in some form or fashion."

     Jonathan's mind reeled but there could be no other answer than "Hell
yes, Master!" He quickly bowed in the direction the third voice came from.

     A hand pushed him further forward and then it drew down his spine.  A
rush of cold air danced on his bare back.  A silky hand entered Jonathan's
suit and felt his ass.  With a pop and a moan, the plug was disengaged, the
hand sealing him back into his new second skin. Jonathan felt a couple of
pulses creaming his cock.

     Delicate movement reached under his chin to his collar and pulled his
hood away.  His sweat matted red curls were plastered to his forehead; he
blinked with teary eyes at the brightness.  Standing around him, three well
chiseled and hung studs clad looks like gods in their skin tight bodysuits.
Jonathan looked down at himself. The metallic green and silver band started
from his wrist to his shoulders, crossed his chest and headed down the
outside of his legs.  He was instantly hard again.

      Then his captors removed their own hoods.

     Jonathan stood and ground his cock into the man in the mirror red suit
of his.  He kissed Trevor's tongue with his own.  Striding over to his
right, his gloved hand brushed away the purple suit's downy black hair and
cupped Steven's ass as their kisses mingled.  And finally, in the middle,
decked in a blue suit with black sleeve bands, Adam, the blonde friend he
had wanted to explore most, held his arms wide.  Jonathan held nothing back
from this kiss.

     When they broke away, Adam waved his hand to a pile of clothing.  As
they slipped the jeans and loose t-shirts on, the four men went to have a
late breakfast.  They would return to Adam's house to continue Green's
initiation.  Jonathan would call it home for many years.  But first he had
a question.

     "Adam" he said. "Could you teach me how to fuck in this beautiful
suit?  My ass is about as hungry as I am."

     With a devilish grin, Adam rubbed Jonathan left pec sending shivers
down the body of his slave. "I think that can be arranged my spandex slave.
I think that can be arranged."

So what did you think?

This is actually my second story.  My first was "A Walmart Affair" under
the Adult Friends section.

I am gonna create a series of stories that involve spandex...

If you have any comments or suggestions, let me know...
dcnightwolf1@yahoo.com

DCNightwolf