Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2020 20:13:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Frank's superhero fetish -1

Disclaimer:  This story has no connection, whatsoever, to any published
comic book , or series or publisher generally.  It is a work of complete
fantasy.

Frank Wilks was a young lawyer (28), working for a legal publishing
firm.  He had opted out of looking for work in one of the "power house"
firms because, as he put it,  "he wanted a life," and a regular 9-5 kind
of job was right for him.  He liked the title  "in house counsel."

Physically,  he leaned toward the slight side, but he wasn't frail.
5'10" and about 165, with runner muscles, rather than the beefy,  gym
stud look a lot of guys favored .  Pale eyes - somewhere between blue and
grey and hair that you could call sandy , or strawberry blond if you
liked.  A little hair on his chest, soft hair on his arms and legs.  An
average cock:  about 6.5 inches when it was hard, which wasn't as often
as he liked, and a firm, round ass.

Frank knew he was gay when he was about 10 years old.  It happened when
he was reading comic books.  He'd find himself getting aroused, sometimes
to the point of climax, by stories about his favorite heroes.  He was
never a fan of superman,  batman, robin , or superboy, but characters
like the Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Aquaman, all got him excited.
He would wait for the new issues of all of his favorites, through law
school and into his professional life, and he'd devour each one.

He especially liked stories where the super hero was in peril.  Issues
where Flash was kept bound in a frozen atmosphere, or Green Lantern was
kept tied up under yellow light, or Aquaman was kept tied down, away from
water:  THESE are the ones he kept.  He turned back to them, over and
over and over again.  Frank wanted to be one of those heroes.  He wanted
to be overpowered, kept prisoner, tormented by a villain, and eventually,
controlled.  In his fantasies, he would have a man who would be proud to
parade him, maybe leashed, maybe bound,  as a trophy.  He would keep the
thought to himself, but he wished that he could be a "trophy husband" to
another man.

When he could find a superhero costume that was well constructed, and fit
him, Frank got it.  And he had collected them all.  If there were a
costume party, he never had a problem with showing up in an interesting
outfit.  And when he found out about superhero fetish groups, he was
ecstatic.  He expected he might just find the man of his fantasies.

The first time he had a blind date with a "villain,"  he played
Spiderman, because that's what the Dom wanted.   He met the guy (his
villain role was  "Black Mambo" ), at a local bar.  Some chatter, a few
drinks, and a few hours later, Frank was in his costume, tied down to
"Black Mambo's"  operating table, as he stripped Frank down , taking off
his costume, and then slowly, slowly edging him as he called for Frank's
submission. He got it.

Frank desperately wanted a second date with the guy.  It never happened.
It didn't happen because Frank had an almost pathological fear, of
fucking.  H e wasn't thrilled about  taking cock in his mouth, but cock
in his ass, was a no no.  And that's what Joe (the true name of "Black
Mambo")  wanted , on a second date.  Frank, on the other hand, wanted a
date where he would be kept under control, escape,  and be recaptured,
over and over again.  Maybe... just maybe... the villain would discover
his secret weakness:  Frank was extremely ticklish.  In his ideal
fantasy, the villain would overpower him, restrain him, and then discover
the weakness.  He'd tickle Frank until he surrendered, agreeing to be his
"arm candy" or toy.  In his dreams, Frank was with a handsome, dark
haired man, preferably with facial hair, who kept him tied up at home,
collared him when they went out, and kept him under strict control:
without any oral or anal sex.

It was a hard fantasy to fulfill.  Frank had lots of first dates with
other fetishists, who were happy to edge him, or masturbate together.  .
On the second date, though, they inevitably wanted to be sucked off, or
they wanted a piece of Frank's firm ass.  The thought freaked out Frank
so much, that any chance of a "relationship,"  let alone a third date,
was just out of the question.

He kept checking the  chat rooms filled with other superhero fetishists,
hoping maybe, just maybe....  Unfortunately,  the number of "villains"
was far outweighed by the number of guys who wanted to be captured
superheroes.  Every time he looked, Frank sighed.  He thought he had been
on a date or a scene with every one of the guys on the site.

His best friend, Angus, knew about Frank's dilemma.  Angus shared Frank's
fetish, but unlike Frank, he was much more willing to have sex with his
"villains."  He did much better, and got invited to  many more parties
than Frank did.    They were talking about Frank's dilemma at lunch one
day.   Angus had been invited to a party where he would be part of "the
entertainment."  His hosts (there were two of them), wanted him to play
an interesting role:  a costume party, where a superhero would come,
dressed up as a superhero, in an attempt to apprehend a long sought after
villain.  Of course , the plan would go wrong, and Angus would wind up in
the hands of the villains.  Since there were two hosts,  and they were
not a couple, they asked Angus if he had a buddy who would play along.
At first, Angus was going to pretend he couldn't find anyone, because the
thought of being taken by TWO villains, was something he had fantasized
about.  He realized, though, that if he explained to them that Frank was
a good sport, but not into the sexual aspect, he could make his good
friend happy, and still get what he wanted.

"What've I got to lose ?"  Frank shrugged his shoulders.  They took a
picture of Frank in his Aquaman costume, and  Angus sent it off to his
friends.  He got back a one word answer.  "HOT."  He called and explained
what Frank would and would not do, and his friend (named Clay), said it
would be fine.  Clay and his friend, Dennis, had played with Angus
before, and so he was a "known quantity," and they knew Angus would
service both of them.  Maybe, just maybe, this cute boy would be
"persuaded"  to  do more than struggle.

On the night of the party, Frank put on his Aquaman  costume, which fit
tight and close to his body,Angus had  decided to play Green Lantern.
 They checked each other out,  gave each other the thumbs up, and went
into the house where the scene was going to happen.  Both of them were
experienced at superhero roleplay, so they got into character right
away.

"Dark up here Frank,"  Angus said to him.  "Must be downstairs.  Let me
take a look first.  Come find me if I'm not back in 15 minutes."
"Gotcha.  If I hear anything, I'll be down right away.  "
Angus went down the stairs, while Frank took a look around the house.  He
assumed it was the house of one of the other scene players.  There were
photos on the walls, and one of the photos was of a handsome man, very
dark hair, a mustache - yes, he looked VERY villainous, without a
costume.  Frank felt himself get a little aroused:  if this were one of
the guys who was involved in the scene, well..

He looked at his watch.  Fifteen minutes, and no sound and no sight of
Angus.  He went to the staircase.
"LANTERN?  LANTERN? "  He got no response, so he went quietly down the
stairs.  It was dark, and he couldn't find a light switch.  The basement
was huge, and he saw a glow from the back of the room.  He walked over
slowly, carefully, trying not to make a sound, trying to get his eyes to
adjust to the dark.  As he got closer , he saw Angus/Green Lantern,
spread out and tied down, gagged.  The top of his jersey was off, and so
was his mask.  the platform to which he was bound, was surrounded by
yellow candles, each of them lit.  He saw Angus/Lantern struggling,
trying desperately to say something through his gag.  He was violently
shaking his head "NO."

"Lantern!  What happened.  What did they do to you?"  Then he felt the
strong arms surround him from behind.
"EXACTLY WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO TO YOU AQUAMAN."
Frank struggled.  The arms that surrounded him were covered with black
hair, and he thought he felt mustache on the back of his neck.
"LET ME GO YOU JERK.  "  Frank tried to kick back, but the guy had pushed
his legs too far away and the kick did no damage.
"How about you join your friend, and then we'll have some REAL fun, super
captive."
Frank struggled harder, because this guy WAS strong, and he was clearly
into it.  Frank could feel his hard on against his costumed ass, and he
realized, he was getting hard too.  That didn't happen often.
His captor was joined by another man, who was clearly not the guy in the
picture.  Frank was no match for the two of them, and they had him spread
out and bound next to Angus in minutes.
"LET ME GO. YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!"
He caught a look at the guy who grabbed him.  It WAS the guy in the
picture.   He smiled, and walked over.
"Is that right Aquaman?  How will we not get away with it?  You and
Lantern came to our house, and fell right into our trap.  Now... you're
helpless, and we've got you.  No water for you Aquaman.  You'll be
weakening by the minute.  And if you want water.... you'll just have to
beg for it.. AFTER you submit."
'NEVER YOU BASTARD.  NEVER."

From the corner of his eye, Frank could see that Angus/Lantern was in the
middle of some serious nip torture from the second guy.
"OH.  You LIKE watching nip torture, huh Aquaman?  Maybe you'd like to
experience it... "  The black haired guy (whom he later found out was
Clay), pulled his jersey top up over his head, and began to slowly play
with Frank's nipples.  Frank tried to resist, but soon, he was moaning.
 Clay looked at him , smiling.  He dropped his voice.
"You are SO cute.  And I could give you SUCH a good fucking.  Not tonight
though.  Tonight..."  He laughed as he stopped the nipple torture.  He
began putting on nail extenders.
"My understanding, Aquaman, is that you're more than a little ticklish."
"You'd be wrong, JERK"  Frank hissed.
"Well, we shall see.."   Clay began to run the extended nails up and down
Frank's ribs.  Frank fought it, but soon, little gasps of laughter
started coming out of his mouth.
' STOP.  PLEASE STOP"    Instead, Clay took off one extension, and began
to dig into Frank's navel.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.   Who told you about that?  Who let you
know?"  He looked at Angus and sneered.  "You BASTARD.  They tortured you
and.. YOU TOLD THEM."
He broke into more sustainted laughter as Clay took off all the
extensions, and dug into his pits.
"NO. NO.  NOT THAT. NOT MY PITS.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  OH SHIT OH
SHIT.'
"Do you surrender Aquaman?  Do you submit?"
"YES. YES.  JUST STOP. PLEASE.  I GIVE. I GIVE.   "


Clay stood back and smiled.  "If I untie you, will you jerk off for me ,
Frank?" His eyes had a pleading look, as if he didn't know if he had
overstepped .
"Yes.  Yes.  You win.  You win.  I'll do what you want."  Clay smiled,
and pulled down Frank's costume tights.
"Hmmm.  Mighty little pecker you've got there Frank.  Want me to 'give it
a boost'?"
"OH, GOD, yes.  Yes.  Please. I love being edged. "
"Then just lay back.  Maybe I'll tie you back down again."
"Please . Please do that.  Make me helpless . "
Clay smiled, and retied the ropes.  Then he began to work on Frank's
cock.  Frank moaned, as Clay proved what an expert he was at this.  Frank
had glanced over at Angus once, and knew that his captor was fucking
him.  He looked the other way, and almost purred.
"OH GOD MISTER.  YOU ARE FUCKING GOOD AT THIS."
Clay smiled.  "That's because I've got a really cute guy, all tied up,
and his cock is in my hands.  And I can do ANYTHING to him.  But.. I'm
just gonna jerk all over him instead. "  He grinned at Frank.  "And if
you shoot before I do... then I'm gonna tickle you for fifteen more
minutes. "
"OH CRAP. I'M SO CLOSE. I'M SO CLOSE. AAAAAAAAA"    It was too late.
Frank shot.  And Clay grinned, as he followed, about three minutes
later.
"Now, what did I say about  your punishment?"
"No no. Please.  I can't take it.  I can't.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
OOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."  This time, after he did Frank's whole upper
body, he went for his feet.  As the fifteen minutes ran out, Frank was
covered with sweat.  His body ached from twisting in the bonds, but much
of what he looked for in a scene, had just happened.

"Before I let you go, Frank, two things.  First, if you're up for a
second date, so am I.  And I'll tickle your crotch on that date.
Second.... can I kiss you?"
Frank practically melted.  The man hadn't mentioned blow jobs, or
fucking.  He mentioned a second date, built around tickling.  And
kissing.
"Yes, please.  Please tickle my face with your mustache Clay.  Please.
"
Clay bent down and kissed him.  Frank opened his mouth, and Clay's tongue
shot in. When he stopped for a breath, Frank gasped out.  "Please.  Can
you climb on top of me and kiss me?"
Clay laughed.  "God, you're a pushy bottom.  Good thing you're so damn
cute.."
They necked for so long,  Frank didn't even notice that Angus had gone
upstairs with his tormentor.  As Clay untied him, he stared right into
Frank's eyes.
"I know.  I'm not going to ask you to stay.  Not tonight.  "  He pulled
out a card and wrote down a number.  "Can you call me when you're ready
for a second date? I don't want to push you."

Frank looked at the information.  Clay James.  And a phone number.
"How about tomorrow night?"