Cesar Torres 8/4/14 Cesar Torres 8/4/14

Real Stories of Superhero Fetish: Tigre

Welcome to the fifth entry in our new series of community blog posts called "Real Stories of Superhero Fetish". This non-fiction series allows friends of this site to tell people more about how they discovered or explored their superhero fetish.

In today's post, the nimble and powerful Tigre shows us how wrestlers, luchadores and men of the mask became his personal version of superheroes. In countries like Japan and Mexico, the wrestler in the mask holds a special status as a hero. As you will see, this is not a typical superhero fetish entry, but it is a powerful and hot story, nonetheless. Yes, pro wrestlers can be thought of as superheroes, too, as you'll see.

If you want to send us your story of superhero fetish, please email your entry to beastwithin0808@gmail.com and write "Guest Blogger" in the subject. And don't forget that author Pablo Greene's book series How to Kill a Superhero tells a fictional tale of a man with a superhero fetish.

My Superhero Fetish: Tigre

I had a fantasy of being a pro wrestler at a young age and I made it a reality. And I put my fetishes for wrestling masks and spandex to very good use.

I have gone by a few names throughout my time on the online fetish community. At the moment my handle on most online services is MaskdCat. However, you can call me Tigre.

I grew up in a very very remote place in Atlantic Canada. When I was about 6 to 8 years old, I would watch Saturday morning World Wrestling Federation. Like every kid that age during that time, I ate pro wrestling up. I watched it every weekend. I got into all the good guys and hated all the bad guys.

One time, a masked wrestler came on the TV. To this date, I do not remember who it was, I do remember he wore tights with a butcher singlet. The mask was black, and most importantly... the mask laced up in the back.

The material of the mask shined. You could see the outline of the wrestler’s ears through it. The lace up looking frigging tight. Just like a superhero, his singlet matched and completed his look. I was obsessed from then on. This was when I started to notice the male body.

As I grew up, many similar images stuck with me me very early. Michael Keaton's performance as Batman, as well as images of hangmen, spandexed heroes, and other kinds of masked men excited my imagination and began to affect my sexual mind.

I had seen more fantastic hooded wrestlers, though they were still a rarity in American Wrestling. But as soon as one of them appeared on the TV, my hand was down my pants. As I hit puberty in the later 90s, WCW introduced me to many masked wrestlers from Mexico and Japan.

Rey Misterio Jr., La Parka, Lizmark and the Villanos all looked fantastic and excited me. My favorite quickly became Ultimo Dragon. Much to the confusion of my mother, I had pictures of Ultimo Dragon all over the walls in my room. He was amazing in the ring, but his costume and mask made me horny and I thought about it all the time, especially his green gear. I fantasized about touching his smooth tights. And I fantasized about wrestling him too: full on in the ring.

Once I had Internet access, I spent my time discovering lucha libre and all the costumes that excited my mind and my cock. Mil Máscaras (whose name means one thousand masks) was one of the wrestlers I ogled over when I saw all of the different masks that he had. So many of his masks accentuated his muscular body. He was macho, but still flamboyant. I had seen so many bios of colourful technicos and rudos by now. I fantasized of being in a locker room and going through all of their gear to wear for myself.

It was also the same time that I discovered fetish communities: there were guys in spandex, costumes, masks and so many other incredible things. But for this story, I will focus on the wrestling aspect.

I was eighteen years old at the time. I was painfully closeted. I had a lot of self hatred. I did not understand my fetishes nor why I had them.

At that time I did dream of being a luchador. I sketched costume and mask ideas when I was bored. While I did so, I dreamed of being far away from where I was at the time. Over a few years I bought individual spandex items and cheap masks from eBay in effort to piece together the look of a luchador.

I was a lonely boy when not in gear. But when I laced up the mask and put on the tights, I felt much more complete, and turned on. My then skinny body felt bigger. I became very aroused. I further developed myself as a fetishized being, and I established a presence in the online community as Jornter (which has a nonsense meaning and I eventually grew out of that pseudonym).

When I was twenty seven years old, I moved from the Atlantic to Ontario in hopes of a new life and a huge adjustment to big city living. In my explorations in my fetishes, I eventually met a man who would become a mentor for me. I met him though a wrestling website. He was a pro wrestler with twenty years of experience. We shared a lot in common regarding our gear and shared so much about how he saw wrestling and how it should be.

He likes wrestling old school. He isn't a mask guy. But when he saw my pics, he convinced me that I should be a wrestler with the gear I had, and that I should do wrestle for real. I packed my gear in a bag. I threw in masks, trunks, tights, boots, and drove to meet him in his home ring. I got in the ring and the process was a very spiritual place to be in. I put on a mask, a pair of trunks, and my boots. We both got in the ring with minimal training, and we filmed a squash match where he suplexed me and leveled me with punches and chops and broke me with a submission at the end. my mask was soaked in sweat. My trunks looked wet as well. I was in a high place at the time. He and I didn’t have sex, though that wrestling match felt equal to sex.

Afterward, I needed more. I wanted to live that dream that I had when I was eighteen and imagining myself as a luchador.

We trained every weekend we could. I conquered many fears with what we did and all of the bumps I took. As I trained I worked on creating my own gimmick: A luchador tiger. It embodied my personality (which is cat-like) and style (minimalist and bold). I was inspired by many of the luchador cat looks, but also by Ultimo Dragon in how the curves of the tights accentuated my ass and thighs. Not only were the fetishists digging it, but the wrestling circuit did too. I took time to develop that character and find his ring presence.

One part I did enjoy was the anonymity I had with being a masked wrestler. It helped me achieve the head space I looked for. When I was not wrestling at a show, I tried to be unassuming for Tigre was my real identity. I wore a hat and glasses to cover my eyes. Online I was protective of my face as much as possible. Not because of any insecurities, but not to spoil the magic. A mask is more powerful when you don’t know what the person looks like. I tried to keep that. The kids loved me. I was their favorite wrestler in any show. The adults loved me too. Many of them noticed my crotch, especially if I wore my trunks. I made some of them uncomfortable at the merch table. Many thought I was cute in the mask, and stroked my ears. Some wanted to see me after the show unmasked, but I would not let them.

I spent two years between training, dealing with injuries and recovery, paying my dues to the business, driving, earning my shot to wrestle live, and then finally wrestling live. And I sold merchandise. I lived that dream that I had of being a masked pro wrestler.

I have since taken a hiatus from the indy circuit. The lifestyle is a tough one, and I had a few bad injuries and low moments. I admit my ego was a bit bruised for sometime, but I had really fucking done it. Pro wrestling a little different from having a traditional superhero fetish and having to do roleplay or suspension of disbelief to be that superhero. I was in fact a pro wrestler for real. It made me grow and made me in touch more with my fetishes and what I could achieve with it. No regrets.

These days I am wrestling on my own time and terms. I still work on creating new looks shaped by my imagination, and making that look exist on the flesh. I learned to do the best things I could with my fetishes, and I hope to get other guys in the ring to do the wrestling they dreamed of doing as well, with all the right gear of course.

You can follow Tigre at @MaskdCat on Twitter.

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Cesar Torres 7/7/14 Cesar Torres 7/7/14

Real Stories of Superhero Fetish: Bats

Welcome to the fourth entry in our new series of community blog posts called "Real Stories of Superhero Fetish". This non-fiction series allows friends of this site to tell people more about how they discovered or explored their fetish. So, for the sake of clarity, you can feel comfortable including spandex, nylon, sports and superhero fetish into the umbrella term superhero fetish, but keep in mind that fetishes are individual and personal. Here at How to Kill a Superhero and Beast Within Books, we don't believe in dogmatic labels. So use this one flexibly if you like, and don't let it bog you down!

Please leave us a comment, and if you want to send us your story of superhero fetish, please email your entry to beastwithin0808@gmail.com and write "Guest Blogger" in the subject. And thank you for visiting our brand new section of the site "Superhero Community." And don't forget that author Pablo Greene's book series How to Kill a Superhero tells a fictional tale of a man with a superhero fetish.

My Superhero Fetish: Bats

I wasn't alive when the '66 Batman TV series aired but I wouldn't be where I am today without those wonderfully campy episodes. Every Saturday morning in my prepubescent years, I would watch as Batman and Robin took on the criminals of Gotham City. From the beginning I was fascinated by Batman's costume. The skintight suit, the shiny cape and briefs, the leather boots. Everything about it made me think about what it would like to be dressed like him. I wanted to be Batman. I especially wanted to be Batman at the end of those first part episodes where the caped crusaders were caught in some sort of trap. Watching them bound and writhing was my favorite part. The beginning of the second part when they escaped was actually my least favorite funnily enough. I wanted to still see them struggling to escape.

As puberty hit, I noticed my thoughts changing. I had always had a fascination but now I was very aware that my body was responding to see Batman and Robin caught. I'd lay in bed on my stomach while watching the episode. Waiting for that glorious moment for when they would be caught. I'd stare intently before closing my eyes and imagining myself in that costume and in that trap. I'd grind against the bed beneath me, replicating the squirming and struggling until I felt a wonderful wave of pleasure.

As I grew older my Batman obsession continued as well as realizing that I had fetishes. I loved leather boots and gloves, and I loved the skintight costumes. I know for me I wanted the Batman costume but I loved seeing others wearing those specific fetish elements. As I learned what sex was and what I had been doing in my bed, those elements definitely wormed their way into my fantasies. I wasn't just struggling in traps. Catwoman would be watching me and intensely enjoying the sight of Batman caught. The animated series had been airing too and that caught my attention too so now Poison Ivy was in my fantasies too.

Around eighteen, I definitely delved more into the internet life and discovered that I wasn't alone. Growing up, I knew that what I was into was strange and something I could never really admit to anyone. Now there were others and more importantly to me, there were villains who wanted to trap superheroes. I was in my element. I'd spend late nights chatting, writing out imaginary scenarios with evil counterparts who'd want to capture Batman. I also quickly learned that I wasn't just straight, at least in my Bat persona. Walking around day to day I had zero interest. But when I became Batman in my mind, it didn't matter if the villain was male or female, I was attracted. Those nights roleplaying kind of helped me realize where I was and what I wanted. I knew if I was going to be with anyone, they would have to accept this part of my life.

I know this has been tough for so many and I can never get over how lucky I was but I found a wonderful woman. She lived far away but we had so much in common. I was scared of developing a long distance relationship, and fought with my emotions but we both couldn't hold back. But then I knew I would have to admit my secret. I told her one evening and I expected the worst, I thought she would never speak to me again. But she did speak to me again, and she very quickly accepted this part of me. She was the one who suggested I actually get the costume. I had the money saved up but I had never thought about actually getting the costume for myself. You see why I realize how lucky I am to have found her.

We're now married, four years now and she has become my Catwoman. I have my dream costume. The tight grey spandex, the leather gloves and boots. She has the purple spandex with long leather gloves and thigh high boots. All the elements that I loved growing up and we act out those scenarios I used to imagine when I was younger or roleplayed with anonymous strangers across the world. Those fantasies I had when I was younger have become reality and I couldn't be happier. There are still things I've yet to try. I'm still very interested in squaring off with a male villain and maybe one day I'll get that fantasy fulfilled too. All I know is I'm lucky to be where I am now.

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Cesar Torres 7/7/14 Cesar Torres 7/7/14

Real Stories of Superhero Fetish: Bearded Batman

Our "Real Stories of Superhero Fetish" non-fiction series allows friends of this site to tell people more about how they discovered or explored their fetish. So, for the sake of clarity, you can feel comfortable including spandex, nylon, sports and superhero fetish into the umbrella term superhero fetish, but keep in mind that fetishes are individual and personal. Here at How to Kill a Superhero and Beast Within Books, we don't believe in dogmatic labels. So use this one flexibly if you like, and don't let it bog you down!

My Superhero Fetish: Bearded Batman

I’ve always wanted to be something more than what I am now. I’ve always been the person to be last picked, made fun of, or that one guy you never really notice before because he was a wallflower. I always wanted to be something great, someone that people could look up to and want to acknowledge, be friends with, and over all just be likable.

I guess that’s where my superhero fetish stems from. I grew up without a masculine role in my life, and as a kid watching TV shows such as the Power Rangers, Batman, Spider-man, and various others, I wanted to be that hero. I wanted to be that guy who either was a skilled fighter or obtained powers from a spider bite or symbiotic suit. I was attracted to anything masculine. Power Rangers Turbo was my favorite, watching Justin, the blue ranger who was just a kid morph into a strong adult ranger gave me hope that one day that could be. If he could be a spandex-clad superhero, why couldn't I?

My first contact with spandex was in middle school. I got some compression shorts for gym. They made me feel good about myself and stronger, like it was the source of my power. This is what heroes wore. This is what I wanted to be. I fantasized about owning this type of gear, of being more than what I was at the time.

When I finally got my first job, I started buying what I could and being discrete about it. That meant shopping in the men’s section at Wal-mart just being standard spandex athletic clothing. I couldn’t order anything online because of my need to be discrete. But when I finally was on my own, I bought whatever I could when I could afford it. I’m still saving up the funds to order an entire suit. But I’ve got quite a few pieces now. My wrestling singlet is my favorite. I love wearing it and feeling how tightly it hugs my skin, how it radiates masculinity and makes me want to pounce on a man and pin them down into submission.

I long to be clad in spandex and fighting crime, but there are times when I see myself on the villain side as well. Bane is one of my favorites, and when I finally was able to get his luchador mask, the pure empowerment of wearing it overwhelms me sometimes. It makes me feel like I am Bane, and I like it. It’s arousing, intoxicating, and thrilling.

I call myself the Bearded Batman. Mostly because I have a beard, and I love Batman, but you can find me fighting crime or lurking silently on the rooftops of my city, clad in my special suit, ready to take down the next ne’er-do-well who tries to corrupt my town.

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Cesar Torres 7/4/14 Cesar Torres 7/4/14

Real Stories of Superhero Fetish: TFG

Welcome to the second entry in our new series of community blog posts called "Real Stories of Superhero Fetish". This non-fiction series allows friends of this site to tell people more about how they discovered or explored their fetish. So, for the sake of clarity, you can feel comfortable including spandex, nylon, sports and superhero fetish into the umbrella term superhero fetish, but keep in mind that fetishes are individual and personal. Here at How to Kill a Superhero and Beast Within Books, we don't believe in dogmatic labels. So use this one flexibly if you like, and don't let it bog you down!

My Superhero Fetish: TFG

When I was a small child, I did enjoy Spider-Man for the normal reasons. I had some of the comic books. I would also watch other children's programming, such as Shazam and the Batman TV series, and I would always be intrigued by the kidnap scenes, and watching the good guys struggle while the bad guys cackled. At the time, I didn't really understand why.

Looking back, I think I realized I liked being tied up before I realized I liked guys. I grew up with the 60′s Batman TV show (reruns by then), and was fascinated any time Robin had been captured. He was my first twink, and to see him squirm and struggle was a huge turn on for me at a time in in my life when I didn’t even know what being turned on meant. I used to pretend I was like him and wrap myself up into a rug, or tie myself up with a long cotton jump-rope, particularly to a wooden play chair in the living room, and wriggle to free myself. As time went on, my ties became more and more elaborate, and there was one time I almost didn’t get myself undone in time when my parents come home early one day.

I also had a Spider-Man doll/action figure. I would put my Spider-Man doll through all sorts of contraptions, devices, and various forms of bondage peril. I loved this doll, as it was a poseable action figure but with a cloth costume. Naturally, as my screen name belies, I spent a lot of time tying up his feet, which could bend at the ankle, and would perfectly fit into some stocks I had made out of Legos. I also had a length of string which made a perfect rope for him. I mummified him, tied his wrists in front and pulled them over his head, bound his feet, and hogtied him as best I could (which was a bit tricky, even for an action figure).

My first conscious masturbatory experience was with this doll, and it was quite kinky. I was alone in the house, tying up my Spidey, and getting quite hard. All of the sudden, I thought it was be cool to tie Spiderman to my dick. It was hard already, so why not? I sort of hogtied him around it. Well, I guess it was just too much for me, because after a few minutes like that, lightly stroking Spidey, I shot ropes of cum all over. It flew way over my head, and seemed to keep cumming and cumming! Remember, I had never knowingly cum before (wet dreams aside, and at the time, I didn't even understand that). I was exhausted, sweaty, and reeling.

On the comedy side of things, my phone rang immediately thereafter. For some reason, I actually answered it, and it was an Army recruiter. He asked if I was busy, and I couldn’t really break it to him that I was standing there naked, covered in cum, with a Spider-man doll tied to my still-hard cock. As you can imagine, most of the call was a blur, and, mercifully, quick. Well, it did make it memorable!

As I grew older and more aware, I began to realize my love of bondage, as well as my own sexuality. But the superhero stuff mostly faded into the background. I suppose I saw it more as a means to an end... the best way to get bondage material as a youth was via superheroes. But once the internet came along, there was no need for that anymore. I could find bondage online directly.

In terms of superhero fetish, things came back around while shopping at Urban Outfitters (a trendy clothing store). In their clearance rack, I saw a shirt from a company called Junk Food that was a t-shirt replica of Robin's costume. I thought it was hilarious and sexy at the same time (also recall this was probably the early 2000s, when superhero attire was not yet a trend like it is now). On a lark, I bought it. And on another lark, my boyfriend tied me up in it. It turned me on way more than being tied up without it.

At about this same time, I was running into occasional bondage pics of Spiderman. In my search for bondage pics online, they would come up from time to time. A few were sexy enough for me to save, but again, I thought it was more about the bondage than the hero. At least, at first. As time wore on, and more of these pics surfaced, I looked into where these people were getting these costumes. I then discovered lycra on eBay. A few clicks later, I owned a Spiderman and Robin lycra, which I still have to this day. When I put them on, I found myself quite turned on. I didn't really know anything about lycra or bodysuits at the time. Fortunately, my BF was very supportive of it, and was a bit of a comics geek himself, so he didn't mind tying me up in them at all. After that... well, let's just say the empire expanded from there, and I've never really looked back since.

The closest I've ever come to in blogging about this was this post here. But it's a lot of fun to discuss it in more detail, in retrospect. I can still engage in bondage without the lycra. And feet are still #1 for me personally. But superhero fetish definitely has a strong place for me in my ever growing arsenal of kinks.

-TiedFeetGuy

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Cesar Torres 7/1/14 Cesar Torres 7/1/14

Real Stories of Superhero Fetish: Spandexlad

Welcome to the first entry in our new series of community blog posts called "Real Stories of Superhero Fetish". This non-fiction series allows friends of this site to tell people more about how they discovered or explored their fetish. So, for the sake of clarity, you can feel comfortable including spandex, nylon, sports and superhero fetish into the umbrella term superhero fetish, but keep in mind that fetishes are individual and personal. Here at How to Kill a Superhero and Beast Within Books, we don't believe in dogmatic labels. So use this one flexibly if you like, and don't let it bog you down!

We are very excited to introduce to you today Spandexlad, whose story will start our series. Please leave us a comment, and if you want to send us your story of superhero fetish, please email your entry to beastwithin0808@gmail.com and write "Guest Blogger" in the subject. And thank you for visiting our brand new section of the site "Superhero Community." And don't forget that author Pablo Greene's book series How to Kill a Superhero tells a fictional tale of a man with a superhero fetish.

My Superhero Fetish: Spandexlad

My superhero fetish stems from my spandex fetish. The two of them grew hand in hand and for the most part they were one in the same. It was the early 90’s and I hadn’t reached puberty yet but it was closing in on me. Around that time many superhero shows started debuting on television.

First there was Lois and Clark: The Adventures of Superman. There was one scene in the first episode where Clark was trying on different spandex suits that his mom made for him. I didn’t quite understand my attraction toward him in his suit, I just knew he looked really good in it.

Then there was The Might Morphin Power Rangers. I started noticing that I was attracted to the Blue Ranger and loved the parts where they stood in the command center with their helmets off. I also really enjoyed seeing the shiny fabric as they fought, still without a clue what was gaining my attention.

The final show that planted the seeds of a spandex/superhero fetish in my brain was Tattooed Teenage Alien Fighters From Beverly Hills. It’s a lesser-known show that was basically a ripoff of Power Rangers but the four teens changed into muscular heroes wearing latex costumes. I would sit in my science class and imagine my cute teacher wearing the costume. Puberty had found me at this point and I knew what I was attracted it.

The first time I had touched spandex, electricity flew through me and I was addicted to its snug feeling wrapped around my body from the first day. But living in the South, I had to hide it, as well as my attraction to guys. Growing up from that point I felt like a different person behind the closed door of my bedroom. By day I was an average student who kept to himself, and by night I was a sexual being clad in compression shorts and silk boxers (silk was probably my first fetish and certainly helped prepare me for my spandex fetish). I used pseudonyms like Sam, which were an arrangement of my initials, to hide behind while online seeking out gay erotic stories, photographs or men in spandex, and pornographic videos. I even met some people who shared my fetish, although I wouldn’t meet them in real life.

This dichotomy I built for myself helped deepen my love of superheroes as I could connect with having a secret identity. I felt a lot like Catwoman in the Batman Returns. Who was I? Scott or Spandexlad? Happily at this point in my life everything has been ironed out and I accept that I am both.

Everywhere in my house you will find superheroes: on walls, on my TV, on my selves. I read issues every week on their exploits. Many people wouldn’t even know that at night I go to sleep dressed like one in the sheets, waiting for a partner in crime to join me, but that is who I am. Spandexlad and Scott.

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