"So you want to play the part of Robin Hood in the school play, James?", asked Steve, the teacher in charge of producing this year's play. "Yes. I'm very interested", confirmed James. "Well look. I'm holding individual auditions in the gymnasium each evening this week. Why don't you come over after school today and we'll see if you're up to the part". "Great! I'll be there!", replied James, enthusiastically.

Later that day, James and Steve met in the empty school gymnasium. Darkness was falling outside and the two of them were very much alone. "Now James, there are several considerations involved in our choice of actor to play the role of Robin Hood. Acting skills, general enthusiasm, ability to work with the others in the cast, dependability and punctuality, and so on". "I'm sure I'll do fine on all those counts", answered James. "Yes, I'm sure you will too, James. But there's one other rather delicate consideration that may or may not be of significance to you". "What's that, sir?" "The selected actor will need to wear tights for the role and, in the past, that has sometimes been . . . . shall I say . . . a stumbling block for some of our aspiring young actors".

"Hmm. I see", contemplated James.

"Would it bother you to wear tights on stage?" "Well, I might feel a bit of a cissy", answered James. "Have you ever worn a pair of tights? Like when you were very young?", queried Steve.

"Well, no. Boys don't usually wear tights". "True, but male ballet dancers wear tights". "Well that's different. Anyway, why does the actor absolutely have to wear tights?"

"Because tights were pretty much the costume of the Robin Hood era and we're trying to be as authentic as possible".

"Hmm. I'll have to think about this. I think I'd feel too embarrassed on stage".

"Actually, James, it's not quite like you think. It actually feels very comfortable to wear tights".

"How do you know? Have you worn them?", queried James. "As a matter of fact, yes. To tell you the honest truth, I wear women's pantyhose nearly all the time when I'm at home, just relaxing". "Well, I guess it doesn't do any harm", admitted James, "but what does your wife say?"

"Nothing. She wears just her pantyhose round the house too!" "So you both walk around the house with nothing on but pantyhose?", queried James. "Yup, that's exactly right. Of course it's normal for her - she wears pantyhose every day at her office. But for a man to wear pantyhose is a little different".

"Yeah, I'll say!", acknowledged James.

"But do you know how good they feel?", pleaded Steve.

"Well no, I don't", said James. Well would you like to try some on so you can see for yourself?", asked Steve.

"Pantyhose!?", exclaimed James. "

No. Tights", corrected Steve.

"Well, no". "

Why? Aren't you curious to know how good they feel and how you wouldn't be embarrassed up on stage during the play?" "I guess I ought to findout in advance", thought James.

"Yes, you should. I have in the changing room some exercise tights, like women wear for aerobics, and like you'd have to wear as Robin Hood". James remembered some very shiny grey tights that his girlfriend had on under her pink cheerleader leotard when he met her once after practice. "Well, at least they're opaque! Not like pantyhose! But I... er...I'm...er...just not sure about this...er...", stammered James. "Oh, come on" urged Steve. "Are you that embarrassed to be seen in tights? Why not at least just try some on here in the privacy of the audition? Then decide." "

You mean you want me to put on a pair of tights, right now, and parade around in front of you?"

"Well, not parade around, but I do want you to try on the tights. And you'll need to wear a leotard as well. You'll find that in the changing room too."

James went into the gymnasium's changing room and closed the door. He couldn't believe that he was about to put on a pair of women's tights and then go out and parade himself in front of one of his teachers! And how would an audience of his friends and his parents respond to the sight of him dressed in a pair of women's tights, he wondered? Oh well. He stripped himself naked from the waist down and took the shiny green spandex tights in his hands. Placing the toes of his left foot in the end of the tights he began pulling the tight, stretchy spandex fabric up one leg.

Then he placed his other foot in the other end and began pulling the tights up his legs towards his waist, unrolling, tightening and straightening the spandex fabric as he worked upwards. He stood up straight, then worked the waistband and the 'panty' part of the tights over his hips, up over his cock and balls, and on up to his waist. His young cock and balls were tightly encased and bulging hugely through the skin-tight fabric of the tights. He couldn't believe just how tight the tights were - what an amazing feeling of the spandex gripping his crotch and balls and cock. God, this was turning him on! Is this how girls feel when they wear tights or pantyhose all day? He looked at himself in the mirror. "Wow!" He did look great! Long muscular legs, virile bulging genitals, all encased in super-shiny, skin-tight spandex tights moulded to every curve of his youthful male form all the way up to his waist. The only problem was that the tights were still semi-transparent and his cock and balls were clearly visible bulging through the tight green spandex mesh. He obviously couldn't go out and face an audience like this. He picked a green shiny leotard out of the locker and positioned it in front of him. He stepped first through the left leg-hole and then through the right leg-hole, then pulled the leotard up his legs, sliding it easily over the slick spandex tights he already had on. He pulled the leotard over the huge bulge in the front of his tights, straightened the 'panty' part of the leotard to cover his genitals, and then pulled on the shoulder straps. The sudden feeling of total tightness as he pulled on the shoulder straps and stood up straight was overwhelming.

James emerged sheepishly into the gymnasium wearing the green skin-tight french-cut Danskin leotard over the shiny green lycra/spandex exercise tights. Between his legs, his cock and balls bulged awkwardly through the front of the skin-tight stretchy fabric. Steve was sitting on the wooden bench staring straight at James and smiling. He surveyed him hesitantly but eagerly.

"You look pretty good in tights, James," said Steve, jokingly. "And I see you found the leotard"

"I feel like a fool", replied James.

"You shouldn't - you look very, very handsome indeed." He started smiling, "and you obviously have something worth showing off, too!" You really seem to like men in tights, don't you?" "Well, I have to admit that it's kind of erotic. Guys look so MALE with their dicks bulging out through the front of their tights. And they can't hide it or anything, it's just there, like a fact of life". "Well, I guess that's why guys don't wear tights much!", answered James. "And it's why I got you to dress up like this!" "How do you mean?", quizzed James.

"Come over to to the wall-bars for a minute - I want to show you something". They both walked towards the wall-bars at the far end of the gym. Numerous short strips of leather had been attached all over one particular section of the apparatus.

"I want to play a little game with you", said Steve. "What kind of game?", asked James, nervously. "Well, I'll bet a harmless 'good guys - bad guys' game might interest you, mightn't it?"

"Well, may be, but what's this got to do with the part of Robin Hood in the play?", he replied.

"Oh, it's very relevant. You see we need to know how a young man in tights will cope on stage. In the past, you see, we've had a few instances of our actors getting a little . . . . er . . . over-excited". "What do you mean 'over-excited?", asked James. "Well, to put it bluntly, James, they develop erections", explained Steve. James blushed with embarrassment. "Do you think you would be likely to develop an erection dressed as you are, James?"

"Not if I have any say in the matter", stated James. "I see. And what if you had NO say in the matter?", asked Steve. "How do you mean?"

"Well, what if you were, say, tied up?"

James suddenly began to get really worried. "Tied up? What the hell do you mean, tied up?", asked James. "I mean just that. Tied up. Have you ever been tied up, James?" "No, of course I haven't", answered James. "You've never ever been tied up in your life?", queried Steve. "No. And what's being tied up got to do with anything, anyway?" "Have you never enjoyed the thrill of being helplessly trussed up, bound hand and foot and gagged, while you are teased in the most exquisite way imaginable?"

"No, I have not!"

"Have you ever tied up a girl?"

"No".

"Haven't you ever wanted to tie up a girl, to strap her down spreadeagled on a bed, and then tease and torture her in the most intimate way imaginable?" "Well, I suppose it's crossed my mind once or twice. But all guys have occasional fantasies like that".

"Sure they do. But one of the audition tests for this play is to tie YOU up" "Tie ME up! No way!"

"Oh, come on James! Haven't you ever fantasized about being tied up? Imagine being tied to a bed, you're totally helpless, your arms and legs are spreadeagled wide apart and all you have on are those stretchy leotards.

You're tied down so tight and your penis is all trussed up inside your tight, stretchy tights. Don't you think you'd be aroused? Don't you think you'd develop an uncontrollable erection bulging through those tights between your spread legs?

"No, I don't. Why would being tied up in these leotards make me aroused?", asked James.

"Aren't you aroused already, just from wearing the tights?" "Well, they are kind of comfortable and mildly stimulating. But not especially arousing", replied James.

"I bet if you were tied up spreadeagled on those wall-bars, wearing those tights and leotard you have on, within two minutes you'd have an erection the size of a house and be begging me out loud to jack you off". James had had enough of this. Things were getting way out of hand. "I don't think so, Steve. No-one's going to tie me up. And moreover, I think it's time I left. I have decided that I'm definitely not interested in your perverted play". "That's what you think", said a voice from behind. James whirled around in astonishment, only to be leaped upon and smothered by the masked figures of two men and a woman. James fell to the floor under the rush, and was immediately pinned down under the weight. He started to wriggle free but was grabbed by one of the men. "Let me go, you bastards", shouted James. "Tie his hands behind his back", instructed Steve All three were on top of James at once. He didn't have a chance. Although he briefly pushed off the woman, the other two men quickly overpowered him.

He struggled bravely, but they roughly manhandled him face down onto the floor. The two men pinned his legs down while the woman held his arms outstretched behind his head. James tried to kick and wriggle his way out of their grasp but it was useless. His arms were pulled hard together behind his back and strong rope was quickly tied tightly around his wrists and elbows, binding his arms and rendering him virtually helpless already; he knew that he was beaten. Now she was less afraid of being tied up and more afraid of what these maniacs were going to do to him after they had him bound. But how utterly humiliated he felt, first of all to be so totally physically overpowered, second to be tied up, and third to be dressed so ludicrously in a thong leotard over shimmery green tights. More rope was being wrapped around his chest and breasts now, pinning his bound arms helplessly to his sides. Powerless to resist, all he could do was watch himself being tied up tighter and tighter. They turned him over on his back, his bound wrists pinned beneath him, which made his back arc upwards, exposing his vulnerable crotch area. Steve and the others were now laughing aloud together as they tied more and more rope across his manly chest, over the front 'panty' part of his leotard and down between his spandex-encased thighs! They thought his costume was just a big hoot. It was obviously fun and games for these perverts to tie up a feisty, healthy male and to render him so helplessly at their mercy. And James was powerless to do a thing about it; the more he tried to struggle, the more hopeless it was. It was absolutely no use.

Next thing, he felt his legs being pulled wide apart. "Let me go, you bastards!", he yelled as they spread his legs open and held his ankles down.

"Get the spreader bar on his legs", commanded Steve. One of the men produced a 4-foot long aluminum rod with leather cuffs at either end. James saw the rod and knew instantly what they were going to do to him.

"No. No. Let me go! Get away from me!", he yelled. He tried again to writhe and twist himself away from the men holding him down, but to no avail. They easily strapped James's ankles into the leather cuffs at either end of the spreader bar. "You goddamn bastards! Untie me, you bastards!", screamed James. James's legs were now spread and tied obscenely wide apart; the narrow crotch panel of his leotard was pulled up tight into the reinforced gusset of his spandex tights. James squirmed in desperation. "I see you're getting turned on already", said Steve noticing the hardening bulge in the front of James's sleek, shiny leotard. "You must like being tied up after all!"

James did not answer.

"Well, we'll soon find out once we have you spreadeagled on the wall-bars", said Steve.

"Tie him to the wall-bars and spreadeagle him. Tight!", he commanded. The three men carried the struggling and screaming James over to the wall-bars, and manhandled him onto the apparatus. While Steve and the three men held him in place, the woman took one of James' legs, still cuffed to the spreader bar, and pulled it way over to one of the vertical wall-bar supports. Grasping one of the pre-attached leather straps, she wound the soft leather around his ankle and secured it tightly to the apparatus. One leg was now tied. She stepped across to the other side of the apparatus, released James' other leg from the spreader bar and pulled it all the way to the opposite vertical support; she secured his ankle to the bar with another strip of leather. James's legs were now tied obscenely wide apart. James squirmed violently in a last ditch, desperate attempt to prevent himself being completely bound. It was no use.

Steve untied the rope that bound James' wrists together and stretched his left arm out towards the upper corner of the wall-bars. The girl secured his wrist to a steel bar with another leather strip. "What the hell are you doing to me?!", cried James. "Stop this now . . . please!"
Undaunted by James' pleas for help, the girl secured his other wrist to another vertical support of the wall-bars. She then fastened several more of the leather straps across James' upper thighs and biceps, securing his arms and legs even more firmly to the wall-bars. A wider leather strap was then pulled across his waist.
"Get me down off here, Steve! For God's sake what are you doing all this for?", pleaded James.
"No James, we're going to keep you tied up for a little while. In fact, did you know that these straps are specifically designed and positioned to KEEP a person tied down . . . so I don't think you'll be going anywhere until WE decide to untie you!

"By the way, are you getting turned on yet", asked Steve, noticing James shift his midsection slightly, as if in response to some sort of discomfort in the 'panty' part of his leotard.

James now did not answer for the truth was that, in some sort of perverse way, it was ALL beginning turning him on. "Well, we'll soon find out", said Steve. James squirmed nervously and pulled even harder against the straps that held him. He felt very nervous now at his ridiculous predicament of being strung up, spreadeagled, dressed only in a women's leotard and tights. But he also began to feel incredibly aroused at his helplessnes - what if his girlfriend saw him right now?. . . tied up?. . . wearing tights?. . . she'd jump his bones!. . . and she wouldn't untie him first! He was suddenly beginning to realize that Steve was right!. . . this was INCREDIBLY arousing! James suddenly felt so turned on he couldn't control his genitals. His cock and balls began to swell and twitch and bulge violently through the tight stretchy spandex fabric that encased his crotch. "Ooooh. Look at you!" said Steve, laughing. "Those tights are really turning you on aren't they!?"

James tugged even more desperately at the leather straps again but they held him fast. By this stage, he himself knew that struggling against his bonds was useless, and yet his massive embarrassment and humiliation at being tied up like this wouldn't allow him simply to lie back passively and let these people have their fun.

"Oooh! Look at his erect dick all trussed up inside his shiny tights! said the girl. "You like this game, don't you?" she said, beginning to fondle the huge banana-like bulge in the front of James' tights between his spread-wide legs.

"James, let me introduce you to your captors. First of all, this is John, Andy and William. They were in on this simply to physically overpower you and tie you up. And this is Jill. Jill kindly lent us her tights and leotard that you are now wearing, and she is also here to administer the . . . er . . . treatment to you, while the rest of us watch and enjoy. You will find that Jill has very good hands, James" They all burst out laughing at this statement. Only later would James discover why.

"John - cut away his leotard but leave his tights on", commanded Steve. One of the men stepped towards James brandishing a knife. James tried to shrink away in terror. But the man simply lifted the stretchy crotch panel of James's leotard away from his groin and sliced it through with his knife. With tension released, the cut pieces of spandex fabric snapped back towards James's waist, leaving his groin area completely vulnerable. His already erect dick now sprung forward to attention inside the sheer gauze-like fabric of his tights.

"Oooh, don't burst your tights, James. We have big plans for you yet", laughed Steve.

Jill stepped directly in front of James and reached both her hands gently down between James's outstretched and bound legs. She smiled squarely at him. James suddenly felt so aroused he couldn't control his genitals. His cock and balls swelled and twitched and pulsated and bulged violently through the stretchy spandex that encased his crotch. "Ooooh. Look at you!" said Jill, laughing. "Those tights are really turning you on aren't they!?" James tugged more desperately at the leather bindings again but they held him fast.

"You like this little game, don't you?" she said, beginning to fondle the huge bulge in the front of James' tights. "Just because you have me tied up doesn't mean I like your silly, perverted game". James almost spat the words out. "

No it doesn't", replied Jill. "But the fact that you now have an erection the size of a milk jug DOES!", explained Jill. Poor James was totally helpless to do anything at all. His shame and embarrassment at his predicament was mortifying. "Look, just because I may get an erection doesn't mean I like any of this.

Now will you untie me!!!", grunted James. "No, I won't untie you. And what's more, if you beg me to jack you off within the next two minutes, then it will prove that you DO like this and then we win", answered Jill, "and I can soon fix that." Jill began sensuously fondling and teasing James's vulnerable, exposed and already aroused genitals through the taut, sheer spandex gauze of his tights.

James squirmed and strained and twisted his bound body even more at the leather straps that tied him. It was no use. His legs were bound so far apart he was helpless.

James' breathing became more rapid and somewhat labored. "Ooooh! You're beginning to like the erotic powerlessness of being tied up, aren't you, James?"

No answer.

"Ooooh. Look at him now, guys!" said Jill, laughing. "The tights are really turning him on now!" James' crotch looked like a ridge tent now. The fabric of the tights was stretched almost to breaking point. James had turned his head sideways to hide his embarrassment and sexual arousal and he could no longer look any of these people in the eyes.

"How do you feel now, James", asked Jill, knowing full well exactly how James felt.

"This is . . . . beginning to turn me on", gasped James - a gross understatement.

"You can say that again!", laughed Jill. "You're about to burst your tights! My god, guys look so sexy wearing tights or pantyhose, don't you think?". By now, James could not even answer. The bulge in the front of his tights was enormous and he was squirming and straining and twisting his helplessly bound body at the leather bindings. He couldn't stand the sexual stimulation of his erect and bulging penis being encased in spandex tights any more. He cried out:

"Steve, come on, we've got to stop this! It's too much!", gasped James. "'Too much', what do you mean?", teased Jill. "I mean I can't take this any more. Please stop and untie me!", begged James.

"Oh but we've only just started", smiled Jill. And Steve has nothing to do with this anymore. You're all mine now." Suddenly the full reality of the situation dawned on James. He was tied down - and he was going to stay tied down. This was what Steve had meant all along. The intense sexual stimulation of Jill's hand fondling and kneading his genitals through the sheer tights while he was strapped down spreadeagled was incredible beyond description. Suddenly he felt the onset of a huge, uncontrollable and very messy orgasm.

"Goddamn it! Get me out of these tights, quick!", he begged. "I can't get your tights off, James - you're tied up", Jill answered matter-of-factly. "Jill, get the tights off me! I can't fucking stand it!!!" "Do you like the feel of my tights on your dick?", asked Jill. "Yes, yes, but they're going to make me come". "And don't you want to come?", asked Jill. "Not like this! Please untie me!!!", replied James. "So you don't want to come, then?", asked Jill. James had not thought of that.

"Do you want me to go away, James? Just leave you tied up here so all the other boys can see you tomorrow? Or do you want me to make you come now, James?

James suddenly realized the Catch-22 situation these people had him in. "God! You bastards! You goddamn bastards! " exclaimed James, as sexual ecstasy began to envelop him.

"OK. Make me come now!" "What's that James? I didn't quite hear you?", teased Jill. "Goddamn it! Make me come! Please!"

"I'm not going to take your tights off, James", teased Jill. "Well do something, Jill. This is driving me mad!" "Do you want me to jack you off inside your tights?" "Yes! Yes! Yes! Please! Rub me hard through the tights! Rub my tights!

Jack me off inside the tights! NOW!"

Jill pressed the open palm of her hand against James' tights-encased erect penis. She began a slow, circular motion, rubbing fimly but gently and making sure to brush the tip of his throbbing penis with each pass. James writhed and twisted and groaned as sexual ecstasy began to overcome him. Now, for him, his bondage was the ultimate aphrodisiac and Steve and the others could see James' muscles flexing and straining inside the tights and leotard. He was clearly enjoying the severe physical restraint of his body, as sexual arousal began to wrack his entire self. Jill's hand moved faster and faster, around and around over James' captive member. Suddenly his entire body tensed and became completely rigid, arching away from the wall-bars as much as the leather straps would allow. He began to buck and twist and pull as a massive orgasm consumed every ounce of strength he had.

Jill's hand never stopped moving, despite the massive gush of warm, sticky semen all over the inside of the front of his tights and all over her hand. James slumped back against the wall-bars, totally, utterly and completely spent. "Untie him", instructed Steve. The others untied the leather straps that had held James their captive and lowered him to floor.

"Well James, I'm afraid you'll never do for the part of Robin Hood. I dread to think what would happen to you on stage in that costume. Sorry. See you tomorrow!"