Part One: Strange bedfellows I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious when I started to come to. I still don’t know what had happened. I realized I couldn’t see anything. I had been blindfolded. I tried to reach for my face. My hands were strapped down. As a matter of fact, my whole body was strapped down. I couldn’t move. As my sensations were coming back, I could tell that I was still wearing my Wonderman crime fighting suit—red lycra unitard with white boots, white cape, and white lycra briefs. I became more aware of my bondage. I was strapped down on my back, feet secured about a foot apart, a strap of some sort around my waist, holding me down, my wrists strapped down at my sides. I could feel something around my neck, like a collar, about two inches wide. I couldn’t raise my head. My neck was pinned down. I could turn my head sideways, not that it helped since I couldn’t see. I pondered my plight and heaved a brief sigh.

“Wonderman, are you awake?” I instantly recognized the voice of my young partner, Robby the Wonderboy. I was thrilled to know he was still alive, but concerned that he was with me. It meant that he, too, had been caught.

“Yes, Robby, I’m awake. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Wonderman, except I can’t move.”

“Me neither,” I replied. Suddenly, I heard a door open and approaching footsteps.

“Well, the blundering duo awakes.” I knew that voice well. It was the Blue Avenger. The mob had grown weary of fighting us and they had recruited their own champion. He had captured me once before, and nearly finished me off. His methods of torture were excruciatingly painful and had not Robby intervened in a nick of time I would not be around any more. I never let on to the Blue Avenger how close he had come to finishing me off. Now he had both of us in bondage. This was not good.

Our blindfolds were removed. There stood our enemy in his blue lycra unitard, a black cape with red lining, red lycra briefs and a red hood with a black fabric screen hiding the face that I have never seen. I could see that I was strapped to something like an examination table. I glanced at Robby on a similar table about three feet away. He was strapped face down. He, too, was still wearing his crime fighting suit—silvery gray lycra unitard with red cape, boots and briefs. His hands were bound behind his back and his legs were bound tightly together at the ankles, knees, and thighs. He was also wearing a collar which had been fastened down to the table.

“Well, boys, I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

“Avenger,” I said, “do what you must. Inflict all the pain you want. You will get no satisfaction from us. We are conditioned to pain and suffering. We laugh at your feeble attempts to torture us.” My words were strong and brave. I almost believed them myself.

“You guys have me all wrong,” continued the blue demon. “I have something completely different in mind. My employers were not happy when you broke up their video business.”

“You mean the pornography business” I corrected him.

“What do you have against pornography, Wonderman? A lot of people enjoy it.”

“I won’t presume to pass judgement on other peoples lives, Avenger. However, the mob was taking advantage of innocent people, forcing them to do things against their will and videotaping them. That is why we put a stop to it.”

“But my employers felt that this added a sense of excitement to their product,” he lectured me. “Since you destroyed their business, you will help us re-create it. We are going to do something about the shortage of lycra-bondage videos.” With that, his hand gently slapped my thigh and then rubbed up the inside toward my briefs. His hand glided up and over my package, giving it a gentle squeeze. I had never been touched there by a guy before. Well, actually, there was that time in the hospital when I was having knee surgery. I was only 17 at the time and a little self-conscious when the male orderly came in to shave my leg before surgery. I was suspicious about his shaving my pubic hair as well, since it was a prep for knee surgery, but aside from laughing a little when he got close to my pecker nothing happened. However, the motivation of Avenger’s hand was quite clear, and I could not control my sexual tension. My member flexed against the lycra. “Ah, I see you are interested” he teased.

“You’ll never get away with this,” shouted Robby. The Avenger and I looked at each other and shrugged. We both knew that was the most clichéd line in our business and that it was only a matter of time before it got used in any scene. It still annoyed us, but we couldn’t do anything about it.

The Blue Avenger turned to my young companion and said, “Oh, really? You know, Wonderboy, I’ve always admired your cute little ass.” With that he groped Robby’s buttocks and then wedged his hand down between his thighs and underneath to grab the Wonderboy’s bulge. “Ah, I see you are interested as well.”

Gaining control of myself, I challenged him. “You don’t really expect us to cooperate with you in making a porno film, do you?”

“No, I don’t. That’s why you’re tied up, dynamic dummy.”

“Avenger, there is no way that Robby or I will violate young women against their will.”

“No problem,” he said. “I was planning on the two of you violating each other.”

Robby and I looked at each other with great concern. We were definitely in a perilous situation.

The Avenger continued. “Come on, blundering duo, the whole world knows about the two of you. I bet you have each other’s cocks in your mouths every night. I should think you would enjoy this.”

I gave him a menacing glare. “That is not true,” I protested. “I have never even seen his … uh, his . . . tallywhacker, . . . let alone touch it.” The Avenger looked at me in disbelief at my choice of word, but I didn’t want to talk dirty in front of my youthful charge. Robby simply looked embarrassed.

“Gosh, Wonderman,” said Robby. “You can say ‘cock’ in front of me. I’m grown up, or haven’t you noticed?”

I had noticed, actually. It was about a year earlier when I noticed Robby having frequent, uncontrolled erections in his spandex. My concerns then were on two levels. First, it is hard to be taken seriously as a crime fighter when you are running around with a constant erection. More importantly, I was afraid that Robby, with his raging hormones, might be particularly vulnerable to erotic torture if he were captured.

I made it my mission to train and condition him for the possibility of erotic torture at the hands of the enemy. I would frequently tie him up for hours and torment him until he pleaded for orgasm, letting him take care of himself when he could no longer stand it. I would even double strap him into his seat in the Wondermobile, bind his hands and feet, and torment him while on route to fight crime. I used every opportunity to prepare him for this kind of torture. This was all clinical, I assure you. We didn’t actually enjoy it. Gradually, he had been able to increase his resistance and extend his levels of toleration. He was able to endure a great deal of torture. However, the spontaneous erections still happened with great frequency. Come to think of it, I still suffer from the same thing myself. Maybe that’s why we lycra-clad crime fighters are always running. It’s certainly the reason why we have capes that we can drape in front of us.

I had, of course, touched his cock often during this period of training, but there was always at least one layer of spandex between us. I never touched it directly. I feared that would change soon.

I knew what many people in the world thought and said about us — a grown man and a teenage boy cavorting around in spandex, but the truth is I love women and have only been ‘with’ women. The lycra suits are for aerodynamics and tradition. Honest.

“Well,” said the Avenger, “if you’ve never seen Wonderboy’s cock then I will have to help you two get better acquainted.” He attached some thin, web-like spandex gloves to our hands. Long, thin cords ran from the finger tips. As he finished with my gloves, he moved his hands slowly up the sides of my spandexed torso, teasingly close to my nipples. His knuckles finally made contact with the stiffened cones on my chest. He played with them for several minutes with one hand as he moved his hand around on my thighs and tallywha… oh, sorry, I can say ‘cock’ to you. I tried to be cool, calm, emotionless, and still, but my body could not help twitching with sexual excitement. Stopping at last, he turned a switch and my table folded slightly so that it was like being in a reclining chair or in a hospital bed. My lap was slightly sunken and my head raised a bit.

Next, he turned his attention to Robby. He caressed Robby’s legs and ass, gently probing the insides of his thighs and then moving up to his torso, reaching underneath to tease his nipples with one hand as he slipped his other hand under his briefs and caressed his buttocks through the inner layer of spandex. He pulled Robby’s briefs down and inserted a butt plug through the anal convenience hole. (Lycra-clad crime fighters typically have small hemmed openings fore and aft to take care of the necessities of life.) Robby was released from his table and his briefs pulled back up. His legs were still bound and his hands tied behind him. He was powerless to overcome our tormentor. The Avenger pushed hard on his ass over the butt plug with one hand while alternately groping his chest and crotch with the other. He pressed in behind Robby, engulfing his 29” waist with one arm as he aggressively probed the rest of his body.

Robby said nothing, although I could hear him swallow hard a few times. His sexual excitement was clearly visible. His nipples were sharply pointed and his cock was surging inside his briefs. He was breathing hard when he was placed in my lap. His ankles were secured to the table, between my own. His left wrist was temporarily secured while his right hand was guided down, still behind his back, and pressed on top of my package. The cords from his finger tips were threaded between my legs and then up behind my back until they were strung through a ring on my collar and pulled tight. His hand was thus forced to cup and embrace my package, connected by a thong up my ass to my neck. If he tried to pull his hand back, it choked me. A cord was attached to his collar and he was pulled down so that his back rested on my chest. His left hand was positioned and secured behind his back so that his thumb was on top of my right nipple. The cords from his left hand ran under my neck and back up to his collar where it was secured. If he tried to pull back his left hand, he would choke himself.

The Avenger returned to me. The cords from the finger tips of my right hand were threaded inside Robby’s spandex brief, then pulled tight between his legs and up his ass crack, around the butt plug, until they attached to his neck. My right hand was thus forced to cup his genitals through only his inner layer of lycra. My left hand was secured on top of his chest, thumb over his right nipple. The cords were threaded through an opening on the table under my neck and then attached to my collar. If I tried to move my left hand back, it would pull on my neck. If I tried to pull on right hand, it would pull on Robby’s neck. The pressure points ran from my cock to Robby’s right hand to the butt plug in Robby’s ass to his cock to my right hand. The slightest movement in any direction caused some sort of sensation, be it mild strangulation or sexual molestation. It was not easy to stay motionless in this bondage position.

The Avenger hit another switch and the table began to twitch and vibrate.

“I’ll be back in awhile,” he smirked. “Oh, and don’t forget to smile. You’re on camera.”

Our nipples were hard as rocks. Our cocks were throbbing and thrusting. “Gosh, Wonderman,” said Robby, ”what are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know, old chum, but . . . say, . . . I don’t think I ever realized before that you’ve been circumcised.”

At first, we both just lay there, trying not to move. We kept our hands as rigid as possible to avoid stimulating each other. That was a mistake. “Wonderman,” gulped Robby, “I can’t help it. My right hand is starting to cramp.”

“Mine, too, Wonderboy. We have no choice. We must exercise our hands.”

With that, we each began to squeeze and release each other’s packages. Our left hands instinctively moved as well, stirring up our nipples. Our hands started to recover, but we were driving each other insane with these erotic isometrics. Time passed slowly as we squirmed and moaned with the erotic agony we were inflicting upon each other. Little did I know that we were only scratching the surface of the erotic torture to come.

Part Two: Watch what you drink I guess it was about an hour before the Avenger returned. Robby and I were doing our best to remain stoic, but both of us had raging hard cocks and nipples and the frustration was intense.

“Wonderboy, you look thirsty” said the Avenger. With that he put a cup to Robby’s lips and poured the liquid into his mouth. Within a few seconds, Robby’s body went completely limp and he became dead weight, presseing into me like a sack of grain. My God, no. It can’t be. I quickly pinched his nipple and squeezed his cock, trying to encourage any signs of life in his youthful body. He was gone.

“You fiend” I cursed. “You’ve poisoned him. You’ve killed him.”

“Relax, blunderman. He’s just going to be asleep for awhile.”

He secured my wrists once more to the side of the table, released Robby and put him down on the floor at the end of my table. I couldn’t see what he was doing to him. In a few minutes, he returned to me and put a ball gag in my mouth. He straightened my table, but left my head propped up slightly so I could watch his next moves.

There were some ropes dangling from the ceiling which he seemed to be fastening to Robby. In a few minutes, Robby was pulled upright by the ropes. He had on a leather harness that fit around his waist and looped down in front on either side of his package and back up his ass crack. Two ropes went from his waist to the ceiling. Two more ropes were attached to cuffs on his wrists, pulling his arms up and out at 45 degree angles. His sandy hair fell loosely in front of his closed eyes, his head hanging forward.

He was starting to come to when the Avenger began pulling the final ropes attached to cuffs on his ankles, pulling his legs sideways until his toes just barely touched the floor. He was now suspended in a spread eagle position, but he still seemed unaware of what was happening at the moment. His lycra-clad, gym-toned physique looked magnificent in bondage. I’ll admit it. There is a third reason we wear lycra. Yes, the spandex is for aerodynamics and tradition, but it is also for putting our awesome bodies on display. It is meant to intimidate the enemy, although I have heard that there are a handful of lycra-fetishists who experience some sort of turn-on from this as well. Looking at Robby’s supple muscles, glistening under the silver lycra, it was hard to envision the scrawny 13 year old who became my ward only five years ago. How far he had come. He was now my close and valued companion in crime-fighting. His smooth, tanned skin always made him look soft and gentle, belying his rugged, athletic sense of adventure. So many times we have bailed each other out of predicaments. But looking at him now, I was in agony for having led this tender young man into such a life of danger. He was helpless and vulnerable and I could do nothing. I was just as helpless. My mind was racing for a way to escape.

The Blue Avenger put a blindfold on Robby and then began to caress his nipples and his thighs, skillfully moving his hand over his buttocks and onto his inner thighs, close to but never touching his package. Robby squirmed and moaned with arousal.

The Avenger returned to me and placed a wide leather belt across my chest, just over my nipples. It was threaded through some guide sleeves at my sides. Ropes were attached to the ends of the leather belt, and looped through some pulleys. He took the ends of the ropes, one in each hand, close to Robby, turned and looked at me, and then pulled back and forth with each hand. The result was that the leather strap moved back and forth across my nipples. The guide sleeves kept the strap from tightening on me, so that it only made a teasingly light contact with my nipples. I gasped with stimulation and then looked with horror as he tied the ends of the ropes around Robby’s legs, just above the knees. Any movement of Robby’s legs would translate into nipple torture for me. Robby seemed almost fully awake now and Avenger made his move. Stepping behind Robby, he said, “Are you ticklish, lad?” With that he tickled him in the lower abdomen. His knees jerked and my nipples got a quick leather rub. Avenger pulled Robby up a little higher, so that his toes were almost off the floor. Instinctively, Robby danced a bit as he tried to balance himself. My nipples were assaulted once more. I watched as Avenger began to move his hands all over Robby’s body. Robby twitched and jerked without control. He had no idea he was torturing my nipples without mercy.

Meanwhile, Robby was having his own erotic problems. His nipples seemed frozen into little volcanoes and his cock was so rigid that his tip was beginning to appear at the top of his briefs. I watched helplessly as the Avenger repositioned Robby’s cock down the left leg of his tights and massaged it. Robby was starting to moan erotically. He was weakening. His legs were squirming all over, heightening the assault on my nipples. I arched my back off the table and squirmed myself, hoping in vain that I might be able to rub my cock against something — anything — just to get some relief for my own suffering. Avenger continued to reposition Robby’s cock inside his spandex, and Robby’s responses became more intense. I was moistening with pre-cum.

After about 30 more minutes of this, Avenger stopped. “At last,” I thought. He walked over to me and put a hood on my head. “We’re going into high gear now, Wonderman. I thought you would enjoy this more if you couldn’t see it coming from now on.”

The torment continued. Robby’s moans became louder, his body movements more intense, and my resulting nipple torture more agonizing. After some time had passed, his moans increased in pitch and repetition until with a gasp I knew he had cum. His legs continued to twitch for several seconds with post-cum ecstasy, driving me closer to an orgasm that would not come.

It was strangely quiet, except for some hushed whispering. Suddenly, I felt the leather strap being removed from my chest, replaced by the gentle touch of human fingers. The gag was removed from my mouth. A voice whispered, “How you doing, big guy?” It sounded like the low pitched bedroom whisper of a seductive woman. What now? Was the Blue Avenger putting me on or did he have a female helper. “Have fun with him, sweetheart.” The voice was that of the Avenger but it came from the other side of the room. “I intend to,” came the sexy voice at my side. She stroked my cock gently and said “My, he’s a big one. I like my men big.”

Her tender fingers moved slowly from the top of my chest toward my nipples, but moved around them and down the sides of my torso. She grabbed my hand and pressed her face to it. How smooth and young her skin felt. Next, I could sense her face moving towards mine, inching in closer and closer until she pressed her soft, smooth cheek to mine. There was something familiar about her cologne. She pressed her lips to mine and proceeded to kiss me with great passion, her tongue penetrating my mouth with a rapturous attack. What was that cologne? Had I met her before? Whatever. Having introduced herself to me, she proceeded to probe every inch of my body. She grabbed my left ankle with both hands and slowly moved up my leg, spreading her hands out to encircle my calf, then my knee, and then my thigh. She worked her way slowly up toward my groin, moving a hand up to below my navel and rubbing gently just above my cock, which she avoided touching. It was thrusting against its lycra prison. I couldn’t see her hand, but I sensed it approaching my nipples. My nipples intuitively stiffened even more just before she began to massage them. I was melting. Finished. I was putty in her hand. She worked my nipples more vigorously as she moved one hand down to begin massaging my package. My cock stretched with excitement and erotic pain. She sure knew how to excite a guy. I lost track of time as I nearly slipped into an erotic coma. Finally, gripping my anxious member with one hand and caressing my hair with the other, she said, “would you like to watch, big guy.” I swallowed hard as she removed my hood. My eyes bulged in horror. THIS WAS NO WOMAN! IT WAS ROBBY!!!

Robby’s eyes looked strange. He was not himself. It was as if he was under a hypnotic spell. He had a weird smile on his face as he pulled down my briefs so he could work on my cock through only one layer of lycra.

“Robby,” I shouted. “Stop. Please, stop.” He glanced at me with a seductive smile, slowly moved his tongue between his lips from one side of his mouth to the other, and then gave me a very slow wink. Keeping a firm grip around the base of my cock with one hand, he slowly worked up my shaft with the other.

“Curse you, Blue Avenger, I will get you for this. I will punish you for this.” My words had barely left my mouth when I regretted having uttered them. I had momentarily forgotten that we were being videotaped. If he was doing a separate audio track, he could edit my words into…”

“Robby…I will punish you for this.” There it was. My own voice, edited for a scene in a porno film. How careless of me. I must be on guard from now on.

Robby kept teasing my cock inside it’s lycra encasement for about half an hour, bringing me close to orgasm at least five times, only to slow down short of completion. I was sobbing in low tones of erotic frustration. “Please”, I thought, please let it end soon. I wanted to ask Robby to make me cum, but I couldn’t give Avenger any more useful voice overs. Finally, Robby just stopped. I looked at him with pleading eyes. Avenger suddenly spoke.

“If you want to cum, you’ll have to beg Robby to do it.”

I shook my head no. I wanted it in the worst way, but I had to resist. I could not give in.

“What have you done to Robby?” I demanded.

“Nothing, really” answered the Avenger. “Just a little mind control substance and hypnosis. He’ll get over it in awhile. Oh, but I forgot to tell you. The mind control substance is also highly toxic. If he doesn’t receive the antidote in an hour, he will die.”

My mind raced through options with great speed. Was he bluffing? If he wasn’t, what could I do?

“Of course,” continued the Avenger, ”I fully intend to give Robby the antidote. All you have to do is give me your full cooperation for the final hour.” With that, he released me from the table.

I quickly considered my options. Even if I overpowered him, was there any chance that I could determine what kind of toxin had been used and find the antidote? It wasn’t looking good. I saw no alternative but to follow Avenger’s instructions. Whatever humiliation he desired of me, he could have. Anything to save the life of Wonderboy.

Following Avenger’s instructions, I suspended Robby where he had been before. I was told to insert a protective cup into my briefs so that any attempt at erections on my part would be frustrated. I was ordered to grab Robby from behind. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, planting a long kiss on his mouth in full view of the camera. I then pressed up firm against his back side and began to feign humping him while caressing his nipples with one hand and massaging his upper thigh with the other. Avenger told me to keep doing this until further notice. To the camera, it seemed clear that I was ass- fucking my partner. “This is to save his life,” I kept telling myself. About 15 minutes later, Avenger said, “OK, you have 30 minutes to make him cum. However, you cannot touch his cock. When he cums, and only when he cums, I will give him the antidote.”

I was horrified, but there wasn’t time to argue. Robby had already cum just a while ago. I had no idea of his sexual potency. I do know that he had been trained to withstand hours of stimulation without orgasm. I could only hope that the mind control substance had weakened his resistance. I stimulated him every way I could, grabbing his nipples, groping his ass, his thighs, wrapping my arms around his legs, wrapping a leg around one his his, teasing the area close to his package, all the while continuing to thrust my package into his butt. He moaned in wonderful agony many times as I thought he was close to orgasm, but he wouldn’t come. My cock was in an agony all its own.

25 minutes later, the Avenger said “Time’s about up.”

“Please,” I shouted.

“Please what,” said the Avenger.

A moment’s hesitation, and then I said, “Please, let me grab it.”

“Grab what?” asked the Avenger.

“You know what,” I said.

“Time is running out, Wonderman. Better say it the way I want it for the video.”

“Please,” I said, “let me touch Robby’s cock.”

The Avenger said nothing.

“Please,” I continued, “let me have Robby’s cock. I want it in the worst way. I’ve got to have it.”

“Permission granted,” said the Avenger. “Don’t forget to keep humping him.”

So, the Avenger got his grand finale. I pulled down Robby’s brief, maneuvered his cock through the front convenience hole, and worked his cock rapidly while continuing to ‘hump’ him from behind.

“Oh, God, yes” hollered Robby. “Do it, Wonderman, do it. This is the best you’ve ever done, Wonderman.” His body twitched and jerked with spasms of pleasure and within a few minutes he discharged with an explosion.

“And that’s a wrap,” said Brian, stepping out of character as the Blue Avenger. The two of us released Greg from his suspension and we congratulated him on being a great Wonderboy. Greg and Brian embraced and kissed each other and then looked at me. I smiled at them, remembering the first time I saw them kiss last month, before I figured out they were gay (although they might be Sicilian, too).

“Chris,” said Brian, “you were terrific as well. You know, for a guy of 50 you are awesome.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s not easy keeping up with two guys half my age. Now, if you will excuse me. You two have had me hot and horny for four hours. I need to jack off in the worst way.”

“Not yet,” said Brian. The two of them suddenly grabbed me and pinned me back down to the table. I was strapped back in before I could say a word.

Greg gently stroked my cheek and said, “We’ll take a 15 minute break, and then it’s Brian’s turn to be Wonderboy. I, on the other hand, become the Silver Avenger.”

I was horrified. Surely they were kidding. “Hold on guys. I didn’t know we were going to do both sessions tonight. I’ve got to get home or my wife will kill me.”

Greg pinched my right nipple and said, “I’ll call her and tell her you’re going to be tied up for awhile.” Brian and I both groaned at the obvious pun.

“You’ll never get away with this,” I screamed. Brian and Greg looked at each other and just laughed. Walking to the kitchen, Brian turned and said, “Chris, you want a beer?”

“What the hell,” I said with resignation. “Go for it.”

THE END

Next episode: Chris is really in for it as his wife finds out about the video he made with Greg and Brian. She secures him, in his lycra, to a work-out bench and give him the ride of his life.

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