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Spiderman (short story from a virtual RP session)

Peter Parker was walking home late at night when he heard sounds of fighting from nearby. Realising his superhero alter-ego was needed, he ducked into a nearby alley to change.

Peter removed all of his clothes and stood in the near darkness for a moment, fully naked. He then removed his costume from his bag and started to pull the lycra up and over his muscular limbs, assuming the identity of the masked hero known as Spiderman.

Spiderman was relatively new on the scene, but he had already created a name for himself as a guardian of justice. Peter adjusted the final piece of his costume and stopped briefly to admire the feeling of the lycra on his bare skin. He ran his gloved hands over his muscled form and felt the fabric rub softly against the bare smooth skin beneath. Where his fingers touched, he felt a soft tingling as the shimmery material touched him. Spiderman felt a hardening in his cock from the contact, leaving him to wonder briefly at the wisdom of not wearing underwear. He decided it was too late to change now, so he sprang to action.

He donned his mask and shot off a web to answer the hero’s call. Four web-slings later he landed in a darkened alleyway to see three common thugs beating up on some poor guy probably just out for a walk.

The thugs noticed Spiderman immediately and decided they were up to the task of taking the young crime fighter down. As they advanced, Spiderman quickly shot a web toward the first thug, causing him to fall in a heap, tangled by the sticky web.

The second thug continued his menacing advance, although a little more cautiously after Spiderman’s display of power. As he advanced, Spiderman executed an acrobatic flip toward the thug and landed a kick to his stomach, taking him down with ease.

Getting a strange Spidey Sense, the lycra clad crime fighter held back and observed the third criminal through cautious eyes. As Spiderman sat in a ready stance, the criminal flashed an object which shone a light directly into the hero’s masked eyes. The bright light momentarily blinded the young crimefighter and he felt a momentary cloud over his mind.

Shaking off the strange feeling, he launched toward the man and laid him out with a sweep of his leg. As Spiderman stood over the criminal he thrust another object forward and dangled it in front of the webslingers face, issuing a simple command in a soft but firm voice, “watch.”

Spiderman felt a sense of calmness wash over his mind as the spinning disc flashed and swirled. He attempted to take control, but found his thoughts scattered saying, “What trick is this… that… I’m watching now?”

“Yes,” continues the hypnotic voice, “you want to watch.”

Spiderman’s body starts to go limp and his arms sag a little as his muscles lose their tension gradually. A small part of the young hero’s mind warned him of danger and he shook his head slowly, although not losing contact with the disc. “No, this isn’t right. I shouldn’t… be watching this. I won’t,” he continued with slightly more conviction. The muscled body of Spiderman started to tense again as he recalled that he had been fighting this criminal.

The Magician reached out with his power to reinforce the command and the lycra covered young hero felt a strong compulsion to listen and obey. Spiderman could only stand in place, swaying a bit and watching the disc as it grew before his mind’s eye.

The hypnotic voice continued again, sounding loud but calming to the ear of Spidey, “There is no need for conflict, Spiderman.” The Magician exercised his power as he spoke to take hold of the young hero’s mind.

Spiderman managed to continue with a small resistance, even as his body continued to sag and sway under the influence of the hypnosis. “I… must…” he reached for the right words, “take… you down.” The last was almost said as a question, more than a statement.

“We are all friends here, Spiderman,” responded the soothing voice.

“Friends?” Spiderman struggled to maintain his sense of self as the powerful hypnosis took hold over more of his consciousness.

“Of course,” came the disarming response. “You can relax here, we are all friends.” The Magician placed his hand on the masked forehead of the young hero to enhance the effect of his power.

Spiderman could feel the heat of the contact on his forehead, a heat which seemed to wipe away the remaining icy feelings of independent thought. As the last vestige of Spiderman’s will fell away, the young hero started to feel weak, slowly losing the strength to stand.

As he slowly fell, Spiderman could feel strong hands grip around his lycra clad biceps which prevented his fall.

“You look weak, my friend,” says the soothing voice. “Maybe you should rest.”

“I… feel… weak,” responds Spiderman, with a weak nod in agreement.

“Yes,” says the Magician, and with a final push of his talent adds, “sleep now, young hero.”

The final command is too much for the mind of the young hero, and his body slumps forward as he enters a light daze. The now recovered thugs who had gripped the biceps of the young hero, captured his semi-conscious form and carried him through a nearby door.

In his dazed state, Spiderman could feel the strong hands of the men on his body, his muscles in thrall as the touch penetrated through the lycra costume. Once inside, they placed the lycra clad form onto a reinforced steel bench and clamped down the wrists and ankles of the young crime fighter.

As the clamps were locked in position, the magician relaxed his hypnotic hold and Spidey’s senses kicked in to warn him of his predicament. He realised the warning was too late though, as he pulled in vain against the reinforced steel bindings.

The Magician stood beside the trapped hero, admiring the firm muscles as they tensed and flexed beneath the lycra while Spidey tried to free himself. “You have a strong mind, Spiderman. It was more than I expected.”

“What is going on here?” Demanded the young superhero. “Stop this. What are you doing to me?”

The Magician ran his hands over the lycra covered muscle, thrilling in the feeling of the hard muscles on display.

“Stop this!” Repeated Spiderman. “Let me go! What do you intend to do?”

“All in good time.” The Magician reached a hand up and pinched a nipple through the elastic material, twisting it harshly. As he did, a look of pleasure travelled across his stern features and he sighed with an almost erotic relief.

“Noooo. Stop!” Spiderman demands, as both his nipples harden and poke through the spandex material.

“I have been keen to test your mind and body Spiderman. My thanks to you for offering this opportunity.”

“What are you saying you fiend? I offered you nothing,” Spiderman replied defiantly.

Without further comment the Magician began to run his hands over the lycra encased muscles and then up the legs and inner thigh, feeling the muscles tensing through the thin material.

Spidey felt alarmed at the physical touch of a man on his body. “Hey! Stop! Get your hands off me.” A hint of fear crept into his voice, as he added, “this is wrong. I’m straight, man.”

The Magician looked impassively at the prone and muscled form of the superhero laying under his hands, before looking to the superbulge beneath the smooth stomach and – upon seeing the growing member – raised his eyebrow and added with a smile, “it seems your body isn’t quite so sure, Spiderman.”

The Magician motioned to his men, who moved over and started to rub and caress the vulnerable superhero through his lycra. As they rubbed their hands and felt the hard muscles, Spiderman could feel his body responding to the pleasurable touches, “Oh god. Noooo. Nooo,” he exclaimed, as his cock continued to harden into a clear outline through the dark spandex around his groin.

While the men fondle the bound webslinger, the Magician moved up to stand near Spidey’s face. “Shall we remove this mask Spiderman and see the man underneath?” While asking the question, the Magician teased the bottom of the mask up the neck while Spiderman struggled helplessly.

“Please. No. Don’t!” Desperation could be heard in the voice of the young superhero as fear of his identity being revealed further eroded his composure.

The Magician moves the mask further up to reveal the soft lips of the young hero, who was frantically struggling to free himself, while fighting his urges to give in to the touches of the men.

“Convince me, Spiderman. Beg me,” said the Magician with quiet force.

“Please! Please no… don’t remove my mask. I beg you, please don’t,” the young hero’s begging turns to soft sobs, “please… don’t… not my mask.”

The Magician nods slowly and left the mask in place just above the lips of the young hero.

By this point, the henchmen had focussed their efforts on the sensitive regions of the young muscular body plus the hard shaft. The feeling of their touch on his muscles and cock through the lycra drove Spiderman mad with lust. His body had now taken control and yearned for the heat of their hands. His body writhing in clear evidence of his growing lust.

“Are you sure you want this to stop Spiderman? It rather seems like you are enjoying it,” taunted the Magician as he watched his men at their skilled work.

“Ohhh,” simpered the young hero. “Stop…” he said weakly. “Don’t… stop,” he continued weakly in confusion.

“Tsk, tsk Spiderman. You’re giving my boys mixed messages.” At a signal, the boys removed their hands from the lycra clad shaft but continued to rub the legs and muscles of the young hero.

Spiderman’s cock twitched beneath the lycra, dark droplets of precum visible on the dark material.

“Please… Please! Don’t stop!” begged the young hero as his cock was robbed of the precious rubbing sensation.

“Please…?” the Magician trailed off mysteriously, letting the word hang there.

Spiderman responded, desperate for the rubbing to resume. “Please! I beg you!”

The Magician hovered his hand just over the shaft of the young hero, repeating the same mysterious question again. “Please…?”

Spiderman could feel the heat of the Magician’s hand and flexed his cock in an attempt to reach the hand. The tent in the lycra surged in response as the shaft of the young hero reached up in a futile attempt.

“Please… don’t stop?” Spiderman searched desperately to give the Magician what he wanted.

“The correct form of address must be used, Spiderman,” said the Magician, running a nail up and down the throbbing shaft while he waited patiently.

Realisation dawned for the young superhero. After a short internal struggle, Spiderman found himself saying, “please… Don’t stop… Master.” Even as the words left his lips, the young hero could feel a thrill wash across his body. An electric sensation which brought his nerves to life once he acknowledged the power held over him. A power he now freely yielded to.

“Good boy,” replied the Magician simply, flashing a warm smile at the young superhero.

The henchmen return to their task and began to service the sexy superhero in earnest. Finding the zipper, they released Spidey’s balls and shaft. A small sigh of disappointment escaped the lips of the young hero as his cock was denied the feeling of the smooth spandex, but was quickly replaced as the men got to work.

The first devoured the balls of Spiderman in his mouth, moving them around and massaging them with tongue and suction intermittently.

“Ohhhh. Oh god! Ahhhh,” moaned Spiderman as he felt the hot mouth wrapped around his testicles.

Immediately the second man placed his mouth over the head of the webslingers shaft and swallowed the head and shaft into his hot and wet mouth.

Spiderman was overwhelmed by the new sensations as two expert cock suckers lashed his balls and cock with a combination of tongue and suction. The young superhero was in a state of bliss, having never felt his cock so hard as it is with these two men.

“Would you like to cum, Spiderman?” asked the Magician, as he stood watching, rubbing his own throbbing member.

“Please, Master. Yes,” replied Spidey.

The men removed their mouths and a vibrating wand was brought out and run across the balls and shaft of the young hero. “Yes! Yessss!! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!!!” begged the young superhero through the sounds of the vibrations.

The Magician gave the young hero a dangerous look and said, “please..?”

Spiderman quickly corrected himself. “Please Master! Please don’t stop, Master!”

The free hands of the henchmen continued to rub and caress Spidey’s muscles through the lycra, eliciting sounds of pleasure and joy from the young hero.

“Would you like to cum, Spidey?” the Magician asks again?

“Yes Master! Please Master!” replied Spiderman enthusiastically.

“If I let you cum, will you do me a favour?” asks the Magician with an innocent tone.

“Yes Master. Anything for you, Master.” Spiderman felt the need building within his cock and replied with a mixture of desperation to please his Master and the need to cum.

“You so badly want to cum, don’t you my little Spider?”

“Yes Master,” replied Spiderman. “I promise. I swear. Anything for you Master!”

“Good boy,” said the Magician as he signals to the men.

The sucking on Spiderman’s balls, shaft and head resumed. The mouths of the two men felt wet and warm on the cock of Spidey, who began to feel a familiar tingling in the base of his cock. The cocksucking henchman plunged his mouth down the full length of Spidey’s cock and nestled the head at the back of his throat.

Spiderman’s body was now slick with sweat, saliva and precum and his body quivered with anticipation. The two men continued their dual oral assault on the young superhero with the sucking and tongue lashing bringing the young hero to the edge.

“Ahhhh,” he exclaimed in a rising tone. “Ohhhh… godddd!” The mouths continued their work and before long Spiderman felt the cum slide through his balls and cock and erupt into the eagerly waiting mouth of the henchman. The other henchman eagerly licked up any cum which escaped.

The powerful orgasm washed over Spiderman and his body twitched within the bondage as the muscles responded to the feeling of ecstasy.

When Spiderman had finished riding the orgasm, he looked over to see the two henchmen standing before him, cum dripping from both their mouths and finally noticed the blank looks in their eyes, a clear sign that they were puppets of the Master.

When the glow of the orgasm had faded, Spiderman realises that he has just had his first gay experience and that he has also acknowledged this criminal as his Master. A deep shame spread from his cheeks and across his body, but was quickly replaced with a desire to serve his Master.

“They are… your puppets, Master?” asked the young superhero.

“Of course, my little spider,” he replied, reaching down to pat Spiderman affectionately on the chest. “I would say this experiment was a success.” The Magician added with a smile.

“A success, Master?” queried Spiderman, feeling a thrill from the heat of his Master’s hand on his chest.

“Oh yes. A complete success.” With a sigh he continued, “We have to leave you now. And don’t forget our deal, little Spider.”

“Our deal, Master?” asked Spiderman.

“Yes. My favour,” replied the Master.

“Yes,” nods Spiderman. “Of course, Master. Anything for you. I understand.”

“Good boy. I will leave you to work yourself out of this… predicament,” he drew the last word out, letting it sink into the mind of the young hero.

Spiderman felt confused as he replied with unexpected candour. “I… err… I am enjoying the bondage, Master.”

The Master merely nodded with approval, adding, “this should provide a little… distraction… for you.”

The vibrating wand was set on the highest level and placed to rest against the balls of the young superhero.

“Ooohhh,” moans Spiderman as the vibrations spread across his balls.

The Master departed, leaving the door open, allowing anyone passing by to look in and see the semi naked form of Spiderman, bound and at the mercy of the vibrating wand.

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