It was a quiet day like any other day and David was out and around running his errands like any other normal day. He went down Livingston Place to the bank, withdrew his normal daily amount of three hundred dollars and then went over to Main Street to do his shopping. David looked at all the windows of all the stores, passing by everyone as if they didn't exist, or at least that's what he wanted everyone to think.

"It happened a year ago", David thought to himself, "and now, it's going to happen again...I can feel it." David returned home, picked up the book that was on the coffee table in front of the couch. A rather large bound book, filled with memories of the events from the year before. David opened it and started turning pages. He remembered it well, everything was crystal clear to him. There was a knock at the door, and his best friend Andrew was standing there.

Andy looked at him and sensing something was unusual about David's mood asked, "What's wrong Dave?" David looked at him.

"Andy, we've been friends for about a year now right? I have something I want to tell you." Andy gave him a strange look,

"You're not dying, are you?" David smiled quickly, "No, I'm not dying.I want you to know the truth about what happened to me a year ago." David gestured to Andy to sit on the chair. Andy sat down and listened intensely.

"Well, about a year ago, I was living in a small house on the outskirts of town, just big enough for me and no one else. It was great, I was all by myself, with no one to bother me. One day I came across a hidden room in the house, so naturally I went in and what I saw was the most amazing thing I had ever seen in my life. There was a bed, and on the bed was a costume, a costume made of black spandex tights, a black spandex shirt, red briefs, a black cape, blue and white gloves, and red over-the-calf-socks. The costume was laying on the bed all joined together in the form of a person. On the table was a letter from a guy named Vic." David took a letter out of the big book that he's holding, "In the letter he wrote 'I can't do this anymore, being this so-called hero had ruined my life. It's horrible, the things I did to my own friends, not to mention all the good people I know. Well, I guess they weren't as good as I thought they were. This suit is evil, not evil as in malicious, but in order for someone to wear it, they must be totally secluded from society in order to be right. And my god, if it ever got into someone's hands who was innately evil, the world would be in great trouble. I can't ever let that happen again, I must destroy the suit before it is too late.'

"Well, I did some background work on this guy Vic, and it turns out he was a straight male who did some homosexual things to his closest friends, and to some bad dudes who were running around town. So I left the suit where it was, and didn't tell anyone about it.

"Then, one day I met this guy named John, and he was the greatest. He liked me for who I was, but it didn't last, it turned out to be that he wanted to be my friend for my money, and not because I needed a friend. So, we stopped hanging around. Then one day I came home, and he was sitting on my couch, and next to him wrapped in a bundle was the costume from the hidden room. He told me I was making a big mistake by not hanging around with him, and that I was going to have to pay for it, he was going to take the costume, and I told him he was crazy. The next thing I knew I was being held from behind by two rather large men, covered head to toe in spandex, so I couldn't see who they were. John walked over to me and told me that this was my last chance to give him my money, and of course, I refused, so he motioned to one of the thugs, and the next thing I knew, I was unconscious."

"When I woke, I was in my own bed tied to the bed posts, dressed in one of his thug's spandex outfits. I was bound hands, feet, and a strap across, my thighs, and my chest. I couldn't move a thing. I would have tried to yell, but there was a sock in my mouth. At the foot of the bed was John in the costume... it was too late, he had the knowledge, and the power to do what he wanted."

"John looked at me and with one motion of his hand, my mind was filled with his thoughts. I knew exactly what his plan was. I knew exactly what he wanted from me. And now, he knew he could get it. With this costume, he could make anyone do anything he wanted. All he had to do was to make someone dressed in spandex cum while he was wearing the costume, and that person would become his slave for a period of time. And now he wanted me for his slave. He reached for me slowly, moving his gloved hands up and down my chest. I felt my chest becoming constricted, I could hardly breathe. He moved his hands slowly downward towards my groin area and each place his hands passed over I felt excruciating pain. In my legs, my arms, and finally my crotch. I couldn't stand it anymore, the pain was too much, but at the same time, my dick was getting harder, and harder, as if it were being pleased in the best meaning of the word. He looked at me and said that I shouldn't struggle, that it wouldn't hurt as much if I just went along with it."

"His hand rubbed up and down across my dick, and the pain doubled along with the pleasure, finally got too much. My dick exploded, as I winced in agony. And as fast as it had happened, my mind went blank, and I was finding myself doing what he wanted me to. I had gone and taken all of my money out of the bank, and given it to him. He told me to return to my home and await further instruction. So I did, and as soon as I got back home, there he was again, along with his two thugs. He had in his hands, a spandex suit just for me. He told me that he was going to keep me around for a long while, and in order to do that, he would have to make me cum every three hours. So, he ordered me to put on the suit, which was a brown spandex catsuit. I put it on feeling the slippery, sheerness of the catsuit, and finally, as I put the hood on, my mind came racing back to me, and I was lost at the moment, because I didn't know what was going on. I looked over at him, and he motioned to the two thugs, and again, I was being held from behind. He walked over to me, and said laughing, 'I do not know what you thought you would accomplish, but now I can pleasure myself as I take your mind again.'"

"With another motion to his thugs, I was back in the bed again, this time only bound hands and feet, still encapsulated by the brown catsuit, and his hands were at work again. This time, the pain and pleasure were tripled in strength, and I exploded in a much shorter time."

TO BE CONTINUED...