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The Monster

“Hey, geek! What’s up?”

Henry bristled at the sound of Blake coming into his workshop. He had been working for the theater for two years, and not once had Blake called him by his real name. It was always some variation on ‘geek’ or ‘nerd’. Blake was the star of the theater. If he wasn’t the lead character in one of the productions that was put on every year, you could be sure he was at least one of the big supporting characters. He was charming and charismatic, and yes, a pretty good actor, but he was also a Grade-A asshole, especially to the crew. People only tolerated Blake’s antics because the pay at the theater was actually pretty good, although Henry knew that he wasn’t being paid what he should have been getting paid, especially for the amount of effects he was doing. Soon he was going to have to bring that up to Mr. Barrow, the theater manager. For now though, he had to deal with Blake.

“Hey. I’m just working on something for the murder mystery in November. There’s that scene where the maid gets killed, and they want a big blood gag, so I-“ “Yeah, yeah, yeah, great. Listen, I want you to forget about that for a minute. You know what next month is, right?” “Yeah, it’s ‘The Monster’, right?” “Correct! What do you have in mind for it?” “Well, I haven’t thought that far just y-“ “Perfect! I went through the trouble of coming up with some sketches for it if that’s okay.”

Blake swept aside Henry’s work, almost knocking it off the workbench. Henry wanted to take Blake’s sketches and shove them down his throat, but he had to keep his composure, at least until Blake was gone.

“Now look here. I want this monster to be scary. Not shitty haunted house scary. I want people to really believe this is a flesh and blood creature. He’s got to look real. I want this thing to scare the hell out of people. I want people running down the aisles!” “Well, that’s great, but what does Mr. Barrow think?” “Who cares! All he wants is this show to sell tickets, and with a monster like this, it’ll sell like nothing we’ve done before.” “Gee, Blake, I don’t know. These sketches are pretty nice and all.” “Damn right they are!” “But this would be a lot of work, and the show is in less than a month.”

Blake narrowed his eyes at Henry.

“I see. Well, if you don’t think you’re up to the task, maybe we can find someone else for this show. I’ll just tell Barrow that you’ve got too much on your plate.”

Henry was afraid of that. Mr. Barrow had come to rely on Henry for all the makeup effects and gags that the productions did. It was a lot of work, but Henry made it happen. However, if Barrow got it in his mind that Henry wasn’t up to the task, he might just decide to replace him. As much as Henry was fed up with Blake and the pay situation, he wasn’t exactly in the best spot to just up and leave.

Then, he had an idea. An awful, nasty idea. One that scared him as it crossed his mind, but he couldn’t ignore it. Yes, he would create this creature, and it would definitely be as real and scary as Blake wanted. Maybe a little too real.

“Hey, earth to nerd! What’s with you? Why are you smiling like that?” “I’ll do it. I just realized how I can do it too.” “And it’ll be scary?” “Scary as hell. I’ll need to get your measurements while you’re here. I’ll start on it tonight.” “Excellent! I’ve got a dinner to go to though, so you better be quick with those measurements!” “Can do.”

Blake turned around and looked at his sketches while Henry found his measuring tape. He was grinning again. He was sure he looked a bit deranged, but he didn’t care. He had just figured out how to solve all of his problems.

The day of the first show had arrived, and Henry was pacing around nervously in his workshop. Nearby was a small crate with Blake’s monster costume inside. Henry was having doubts about what he was about to do, but he knew it had to happen. After all, there was no backup costume for the show. It was this or nothing.

Henry had asked Blake to perform in a green spandex suit during rehearsals. He told him that keeping the monster’s look a secret until opening night was the only way to make it truly frightening, not only to the audience, but to his fellow actors. Henry had to admit that it was pretty funny watching Blake stalk and scare the cast in his suit. Blake didn’t find it funny though. He was getting more and more frustrated that he couldn’t wear the costume yet, and he was convinced that Henry had botched it. Henry had done well though. The costume was a work of art. No, it was better than that. It was a magnificent creation, and Henry had done it all himself. Well, with a little help anyway…

Blake burst into the workshop, startling Henry. He had already been annoyed by the delays, but now he was positively fuming at having to wait.

“Okay, man! Time’s up! I want to see the costume NOW!”

Henry grabbed a crowbar and walked over to the crate.

“Yeah, uh, let me just get this open and…”

Blake scoffed and quickly grabbed the crowbar from Henry before going to town on the crate. The nails and wood creaked and groaned as he opened it. Finally, the lid came free and flew back onto the floor with a loud crash. Blake looked inside the crate…and gasped. A look of shock and surprise crossed his face. The crowbar fell out of his hand. As he stared at the contents of the crate, a smile began to spread over his lips.

“Holy shit. Holy SHIT! You did it, you crazy bastard! You really did it!”

He quickly reached into the crate and pulled out the costume. Blake’s sketches had called for a dark green monster with pointy ears, a large nose and chin, and a muscular build. Henry figured the muscles were just for Blake to show off, but he had to admit that they definitely helped to make the monster more intimidating. Blake stared at the costume in his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

“This is fucking amazing, man! It looks so real! It even FEELS real! What’s it made out of?” “Rubber.” “Won’t that be too heavy to wear?” “I put in a special order for this. The rubber I used to make it is very lifelike, but it’s also very light. Once you put it on, it’ll feel as light as that suit you’ve been wearing the past couple weeks.”

Henry expected Blake to make a snide comment about that, but he was too transfixed by the costume to notice. Blake ran his hand over the costume’s pecs. His face twisted in disgust. He sniffed his hand, then quickly wiped it on his pants.

“Ugh! What’s this stuff on the suit? It smells like sweat. Was somebody already wearing this thing?” “It’s just something new I created. It’s one thing to make it look realistic, but to make it SMELL realistic will give it that extra edge to really freak people out.” “I don’t know, man. I’m not sure I want to be breathing that in throughout the whole show. It’s really pungent.” “Hey, you wanted realism, right?” “Yeah, but-“ “Well, that’s what I gave you, and from the look on your face, I’d say I did my job.” “I’ll say. I’m a little freaked out just holding this thing. I really got to try it on though. I’d hate to find out it doesn’t fit right before the show starts.” “Oh, trust me. It’ll fit.” “Ha! There’s that grin again. You must be really proud of yourself. Shit, I would be proud too if I made something like this. I mean, I kind of did. It was my idea after all.” “You’re right. Couldn’t have done it without you.” “Damn right! Now help me get into this smelly thing.”

Blake began to strip off his clothes. He was about to slip into the costume when Henry pointed out that he was still wearing his boxers.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?” “What?” “You’ll have to take those off too.” “What?! No way! I’ll be fine.” “You want this thing to fit just right, don’t you?”

Blake sighed, then reluctantly took off his boxers and began to slide the costume on.

“Ohhh. This thing feels so warm. What’s this stuff inside of it?” “Lubricant. It’ll make it easier to get into.” “Ugh. It smells like that stuff you used on the outside. I’m going to smell like a swamp once I get out of this thing. I’ll probably have to take three showers just to get it clean!” “Quit complaining and get in!”

Blake was stunned. It was the first time Henry had snapped back him. Blake wanted to tell him off, but there wasn’t time for that. The show was starting soon and he had to get the rest of the costume on. As Blake pulled up the bodysuit over his body, he could feel the rubber tightening around him. The crotch bulge wrapped tightly around his cock and balls, and the tight, muscular ass of the suit molded itself perfectly to his ass cheeks.

“Shit, you really thought of everything, didn’t you? My cock is sealed up tighter than a Christmas gift in here.” “Don’t want anything flopping around while you’re performing, right?”

Blake let out a nervous laugh. As Henry helped him pull the suit up further, he could feel the suit’s muscles latching onto his own. He flexed his arms and was amazed at how well they moved, without any wrinkles or creases visible. Once the bodysuit was on, Blake flexed and posed in front of a nearby mirror.

“Man, if this thing wasn’t green, I’d wear it out on the town. Maybe pick up some chicks with it. Hell, maybe even some guys too, ha ha!” “Okay, enough posing. It’s time to put the mask on.”

Henry handed Blake the mask. Blake stared into its hollow eyesockets, mesmerized.

“I am going to be one hot monster wearing this…”

The suit suddenly tightened against Blake’s skin, startling him. He grabbed the front bulge and adjusted it. Henry smirked in amusement.

“Something wrong?” “Uh, nothing. Just giving myself a little room, you know? This suit is so tight on me.” “But it fits, right? You don’t need any adjustments?” “No, no, it’s fine. Let me just slip this on and I’ll be ready to go.”

Blake raised the rubbery mask over his head and pulled it down. The musky smell of the costume rushed into his nostrils. The mask pressed snugly against his face, tightening around his features. Blake was actually starting to like how the costume felt. If anything, it was certainly going to help keep him in character during the show. He was starting to feel like a real beast in it. Blake turned to Henry, his eyes now aglow in luminescent yellow against his green skin.

“Well, how do I look?”

Henry was stunned as he heard Blake’s voice morphed into a low, monstrous growl. He hadn’t expected that little detail.

“You look…stunning.”

Blake let out a low growl of approval, then turned back to the mirror. He smiled, and the mask mimicked his smile perfectly.

“Time to give these guys a show they’ll NEVER forget!”

With that, he made his way out of the workshop and headed for the stage. Henry stuck his head out the door and was pleased with all the gasps and murmurs he heard as Blake made his way down the corridor.

The show went off without a hitch. Henry sat in the far corner of the theater watching as Blake terrorized his co-stars, much to the delight and terror of the audience. He heard more than a few comments about the costume as the show went on. Nearby, he saw Mr. Barrow watching the audience too. He was positively giddy about the response, no doubt already preparing for next week’s show in his mind. He quickly glanced over to Henry and gave him a thumbs up. Henry returned the gesture and smiled.

“Enjoy it, Barrow, because this is a one night only show.”

Henry then slipped out the exit and returned to his workshop, eager for the real show to begin. He sat at his workbench, sipping a cup of tea, waiting for the roar and applause from the crowd to reach his ears. When it did, it was almost like summer thunder. Little ripples appeared in his teacup. Once the applause died down, he could hear the other actors rushing down the corridor. There was some discussion about Blake’s performance and his costume. One actor grumbled about Blake getting too into character during one scene and making him miss a line. Henry suppressed a laugh when he heard this. If only he knew what was about to happen…

Blake threw open the door to the workshop and strutted inside. With the costume on, he was the epitome of arrogance. His grin was even bigger than before, enhanced by the mask’s features. He let out a low roar as he approached Henry.

“I was fucking amazing out there, man! Did you see me?! Did you see the look on the audience’s faces?! They ate it up!” “I did. They really enjoyed it. Barrow enjoyed it too. I could already see the wheels in his head spinning about the next show.” “I can imagine! I’ve got some ideas about that too, but first I need to get out of this thing. I’m sweating like crazy!”

Blake reached up and tugged hard at the neck of the mask.

“Ah!”

The mask didn’t budge. He tried again.

“Ow! What the hell?” “Having trouble?” “Yeah I’m having trouble, you little geek! Can’t you tell?”

Blake tried again to pull off the mask, but it was still stuck tightly to his face. He then pulled on the muscles on the bodysuit. The suit didn’t give at all.

“What the fuck is going on here? What kind of lube did you use? This thing is really stuck on me!” “Yeah, about that…”

Blake stopped wrestling with the costume. He moved in closer to Henry. Henry could feel the heat coming off of Blake’s body. He could smell the mixture of Blake’s sweat and the costume’s sweat. Staring at his creation come to life, Henry couldn’t help but get a little hard, and he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

“What is this? Why can’t I take this damn thing off?” “Remember how you said you wanted the costume to be real? That you wanted people to believe it was a flesh and blood creature?” “No shit I remember. What about it?” “Well, you got what you wanted. Or rather, you got what you deserved, Blake.” “What are you talking about?” “I really had to rack my brain on this one. This job has definitely had its challenges, and that’s not even taking into account how Barrow has been fucking me over the last two years.” “Take that up with him, not me. Now get me out of this fucking thing RIGHT NOW!” “I was wondering how I was going to make this monster come to life. Then I remembered something. It was an old book my grandmother had given me before I moved here. She was originally from a tiny village in the Black Forest of Germany. They didn’t have to fake it to make monsters there. No, they could make the real deal. Lions and tigers and bears…and monsters! Oh my! Oh my my my!”

Henry cackled wildly, something he had never done before. The absurdity of what was happening had finally gotten to him. He took a breath and calmed down.

“Sorry. I’m rambling now. Anyway, I decided that maybe a little of my grandmother’s ‘gift’ might reside in me. She always said I had it in me somewhere. That’s why my work is so good, you see. So I dug out that old book of hers in my closet and decided to work my magic…if you catch my drift.” “I don’t care about your crazy grandma or her book of bullshit! I want this ugly thing off now! Take it off me!” “I can’t, Blake. You wanted realism, and now you’ve got it. That costume isn’t a costume anymore. It’s your skin.”

Blake took a step back as Henry’s words reverberated in his mind.

“What?” “You heard me. You’re the monster now. It’s what you wanted, right?” “You’re a liar! You’re just a little makeup geek, not a sorcerer. You tricked me into putting this thing on, and now it’s glued to me. Well, take a good look at your work, because I’m about to tear this thing apart. When I’m done with THAT, I’m going straight to Barrow to have him fire your ass! Good luck getting another gig after this little stunt of yours! I’m going to make it my mission to make sure you NEVER work again!”

Blake tugged and pulled and clawed at his monster skin, becoming more desperate with every move. It was only when he began to draw blood that he realized that Henry wasn’t lying.

“My god, what have you done to me?!” “I made you into something more than just a smug, self-centered fuck. I made you into my masterpiece. Oh, and don’t worry about your little mission. I’m retired now. Barrow was kind enough to give me the money he owed me, plus interest! All it took was a little persuasion on my part…”

Blake looked behind Henry. He had been so wrapped up in gloating about his performance that he hadn’t even seen Barrow passed out cold on the floor nearby.

“No! You can’t do this to me! Please, I’ll do anything! Just change me back! Please!”

Henry picked up his bag, presumably carrying his ‘final paycheck’, and headed toward the door.

“What’s done is done, Blake. To be honest, I’m not even sure I know HOW to change you back. This is all pretty new to me. Don’t worry though! This doesn’t have to be the end for you! After all, there’s always a show out there in need of a monster.”

With a wink, Henry quickly made his escape, his footsteps echoing loudly through the corridor. Soon after, Blake’s co-stars heard his anguished cries for help. Entering the workshop, they found him on the floor, continuing to rip and tear at his new monster form.

“Wow, Blake! What kind of a mess have you gotten yourself into now?” said the man who missed a line.

His co-stars pointed and laughed as they watched him thrash and stomp around. It was only when one of them noticed Barrow lying in the corner that they realized it wasn’t a joke.

A few days later, Henry found himself heading north to his grandmother’s home. He hadn’t seen her in a few years, although he still kept in touch. She was delighted to be seeing him, and she was eager to hear about the work he had been doing. Henry couldn’t wait to tell her about Blake and the monster. He was also hoping that she might be able to teach him more about his ‘gift’. He had told Blake he was retiring, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn’t want to quit. It would be a shame to let his particular talents go to waste. Besides, there was always a show out there looking for a monster. Why shouldn’t he be the one to bring it to life?

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Superman: Classic Design [February 24, 2024] by Supes Guy

Latest pictures showcasing the costume. Tried something different with the way the cape hangs. The cape is now looped around the under arms. Seems to be successful. Did some color corrections from the video clip.

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Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle back and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erect dicks pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

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New suit 😈 #VENOM #venomcosplay #marvel #marvelcosplay #cosplayer #rubber #latex #rubberboy #spiderman https://www.instagram.com/p/CTaYDAaluv2/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Star Treatment (Part Two)

“Uh uh uh. You’ll have to take those off too.” “My underwear? No way!” “Billy, this suit is tailored precisely to your body. If you’re wearing your underwear underneath it, it’s going to show. I’m sorry, but this is how these things go. Don’t worry. I promise Stefan and I will look away while you take them off.”

The two men certainly hadn’t turned away as he took everything else off, but Peter made good on his promise at least. Billy took his underwear off and tossed it onto his pile of clothes, then he stretched open the neck opening of the suit and began to slide it on over his legs. The inside of the suit was cold and slimy. No doubt the inside was covered in some sort of lube to help him get into it. This was all starting to feel like someone’s bizarre sex fantasy come true. Too bad it wasn’t his.

As Billy eased the suit up over his legs, he started to feel the rubber suit beginning to get warmer. By the time he started to pull it over his cock and ass, he was hard as a rock. At least he was covered up down there, even if the suit was going to leave little to the imagination.

“Okay, you guys can look now.”

Peter and Stefan turned, and Peter’s eyes lit up just as they had when he saw Billy round that corner.

“Perfect! Okay, let’s get the rest of this on you.”

Peter and Stefan each took a side and began to slide the rest of the suit up Billy’s body. Billy shivered as the rubber constricted around his chest and arms. Finally, after some straining, grunting, and pulling, the suit was on. Now fully suited up, Billy actually felt pretty comfortable. He looked down at his rubber-covered body, admiring the way the suit shimmered in the light. He also enjoyed the pleasant warmth from the suit. That might get uncomfortable once he was on set, but for now, it actually felt pretty good. He ran his hands over his ass, lost in the sensations the suit was giving him.

“So! Thoughts on the suit?” Peter said, snapping Billy back to reality. “It…uh, it feels pretty good. I’m kind of surprised.” “You shouldn’t be. Like I said, the suit was tailored just for you, and I’m very good at my work.”

Peter winked at Billy. Billy should have been weirded out, but he didn’t mind it for some reason.

“Would you mind doing some poses for us? Stefan is going to record some video to send to the producers to make sure they’re happy with the suit.” “Sure, that’s fine.” “Excellent!”

Stefan took out his phone and began to record. Billy did all the usual poses, enjoying the straining and snapping sounds the suit made. He thought it was funny that he was actually liking the process now. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

After a couple minutes, Stefan stopped recording and left the room to send the video to the producers, leaving Billy and Peter alone.

“I have to say, I wasn’t sure how all this was going to go, but I’m really happy with the work you did.” Billy said, grinning. “I’m glad to hear it! Are you comfortable?” “Oh yes. To be honest, this is probably the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn. I don’t know how you do it.” “Well, I could tell you, but industry secrets are usually best kept close to the vest. Anyway, I’m glad you’re comfortable. It’s going to be a long few years.”

Billy laughed.

“Yeah, it will. Thankfully I won’t have to wear this all the time.” “Right. About that…”

Billy’s smile faded. A chill ran down his spine.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Peter smirked. He walked over and sat down on a nearby stool, then looked Billy up and down.

“I suppose I should let you know. There are two reasons that gorgeous suit of yours is so comfortable. The first reason is that I’m good at my job. Damn good. I’ve been doing this for a while, and I must say that this is the best suit I’ve made so far. The second reason is a little insurance policy that the producers insist upon. You see, that suit is now a part of you, at least while you are under contract. It’s your skin.”

Billy’s eyes widened. His heart began to race.

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about?”

He quickly grabbed the chest emblem of the suit and pulled as hard as he could. Billy yelped as the pain hit him immediately. He reached behind himself, trying to find a gap or a weak point to pull open the suit, but there was nothing there. The warm rubber suit truly was his skin.

“You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?” “I’m sorry, Billy, but a contract is a contract. Perhaps you should have read yours more carefully.”

Billy was about ready to pounce on Peter, but Peter waved his finger.

“Uh uh uh. Stay right there. You harm me and it’s all over for you. No money, no fame, no nothing. The studio will make sure you become a washed up has been, or they’ll turn you into a Hollywood tragedy. I can picture the headlines now. ‘Hollywood Hero Found Dead In Accident’. ‘Super Star Burns Out’. ‘Big Hero, Bigger Heart’.” “You’re crazy!” Billy said, continuing to try to remove the suit. “Look at it this way, my friend. It’s only for a few years. After that, the suit comes off, and you get to bask in the glory of your accomplishment. These films are certain to be a big hit too, so what an accomplishment it’ll be!” “This can’t be happening! I don’t believe it! This has to be a dream or something!” “Not just a dream. THE dream! The one that everyone who has passed through here has had. I wasn’t lying when I said that I’ve seen everyone who is anyone in this town. They’ve all had to make that sacrifice. Some have had to do it several times, but that’s the price they are willing to pay. So what about you, Billy? Are you willing to pay?”

Billy said nothing. Peter was right. He had always heard about the sacrifices that actors were willing to make for their careers, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized just how far they were willing to go. Now he found himself trapped in this suit, owned by the studio until the end of his contract. Three films. Five years in this skin. Could he do it? Would he do it? He couldn’t bear the thought of becoming a has-been or some sort of grim tabloid fodder. He wasn’t lying when he said the suit was the most comfortable thing he had ever worn, and now he knew why. Perhaps it could be worse. Perhaps he could learn to enjoy it even. Maybe in time, when he was free of the suit and could finally relax, he could look back on this and laugh. For now though, he wasn’t laughing.

“When I get out of this suit, I’m going to kill you.” “Maybe you will, or maybe you will be back for another fitting. Only time will tell.”

Stefan returned, a smile on his lips.

“Good news, Peter. The producers loved the suit. They just had one request.” “What’s that?” “They wanted to see it in a more…casual situation.”

Peter grinned, then looked at Billy. Stefan set his phone down and pressed the record button. He and Peter began to approach Billy, slowly stripping off their clothes. Fully nude, they began to press and rub against Billy’s rubber-clad body, sucking and kissing his shiny new skin. Billy tried to take his mind elsewhere, but the sensations were too much for him. He began to lose himself in them, his mind repeating those five words over and over again.

A contract is a contract… A contract is a contract… A contract is a contract…

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Star Treatment (Part One)

Today was the day. Billy was on his way to his costume fitting for the new superhero film he was going to star in. Well, film wasn’t accurate exactly. He had signed on to be a part of a huge franchise, with at least three films lined up already. Billy wasn’t exactly into comic books and superheroes, at least not beyond a casual level. He’d seen some of the films that proceeded his and thought they were fun enough, and the script he read for this particular film was pretty enjoyable, if a bit dark. At the end of the day though, the real draw was that sweet, sweet paycheck he was going to get. If he played his cards right, kept his nose clean, and didn’t piss off the wrong people, he could do these films, make bank, and have the clout to star in whatever movies he wanted to star in.

As Billy got closer to the costume department’s offices, he started to get nervous. He had been working on his physique for the past couple months, but there was still the fear that he wasn’t quite in ‘superhero shape’. He was also afraid that he would absolutely hate how he looked once he squeezed into that tight green and black suit. Having to wear that thing for four months was going to be a real challenge, but he would have to do it. After all, a contract is a contract.

He entered the offices and began to look for Peter, the costume designer. He had met Peter once before when they were taking measurements for the suit. To be honest, Peter kind of creeped him out. Billy felt like he was getting eye-fucked by him the whole time he was getting measured, and now he’d have to stand in front of him in an incredibly tight outfit as he checked each curve and stitch. As he rounded a corner, Billy saw Peter down at the end of the hall, lighting a cigarette. As soon as he saw Billy coming, his eyes seemed to light up. This was going to be tough, but all Billy had to do was keep cool and try to get this over with as fast as possible.

“Ah, Billy! Glad you’re here. Stefan just ran out to get the costume. They were doing some…last minute adjustments. He’ll be back in a moment.” “Great.” “So! Are you nervous at all?” “Um, a little bit to be honest.” “No need to be nervous, my good man. I’ve been doing this for quite a while, and I can assure you that I’m going to make you look fantastic on screen.”

Peter took a drag from his cigarette, then a sneer formed on his lips.

“At least as long as they don’t CGI over my designs. God, I hate that!” “Isn’t most stuff in these films CGI?” “Sadly, you’re right. I’m sure the day will come when they just scan you into a computer and build everything around you. Then I’ll be out of a job. But let’s not get too down. I’m here, you’re here, and Stefan will be here shortly.”

‘Shortly’ ended up being twenty minutes, which ended up feeling like hours as Peter asked Billy questions and ranted on about various topics. Was it too late to back out? Probably, but Billy still thought about it. When Stefan arrived carrying the costume in a suit bag, Billy should have been relieved, but all this meant was that he was now going to have to be subjected to more of Peter’s glances and comments. He took a deep breath as he followed Peter and Stefan into a small studio. The room had a backdrop along one wall along with an array of lights around it, presumably to test how the suit would look in various lighting conditions. Stefan unzipped the suit bag and slowly pulled the suit out, then handed it to Peter. The suit was a lot shinier than Billy though it would be. It looked heavier too.

“Wait. Why does it look like that?” Billy asked. “Like what?” “Like that. It’s all shiny. Isn’t that going to show up on camera?” “Ah, I see what you mean. That’s just how the material is I’m afraid. It’s made out of a special kind of rubber.” “Rubber? I thought we were going the old school spandex route.” “Well, the director had a change of heart. He wanted something more organic.”

Billy was really panicking inside now. Spandex was one thing, but having to wear a rubber suit was going to be extra challenging. He just had to keep reminding himself about the money and the adoration that would be coming his way. Billy reluctantly took the suit from Peter.

“So where do I go to change?” “Ah! You can do that right here. Stefan and I will help you.” “Uh…”

Peter immediately sensed his hesitation and chuckled.

“Billy, we’ve had almost everyone who is anyone in Hollywood in this room at some point. There’s nothing you can show us that we haven’t already seen before.”

Billy wasn’t sure how to take that, but he forced himself to ignore that comment and began to undress. Once he was down to his underwear, he began to pull the suit open...

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