Star Treatment

Photo Credit @ShinyCreature

Today was the day. Billy was on his way to his costume fitting for the new superhero film he was due to star in. Well, the film wasn’t accurate exactly. He had signed on to be a part of a huge franchise, with at least three movies 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 movie was pretty enjoyable – if a bit dark. At the end of the day, the real draw was that sweet paycheck that he’d 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 entered the costume department’s offices, he started to get a little nervous. He had been working on his physique for the past couple of months, but there was still the fear that he wasn’t quite in ‘superhero shape’.

He was also afraid that he would 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 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 Billy rounded a corner, he saw Peter down at the end of the hall, lighting a cigarette. As soon as he saw Billy coming, his eyes lit up. This was going to be tough, but all Billy had to do was keep cool and get this over with as fast as possible.

“Ah, Billy! Glad you’re here. Stefan just ran out to get the costume. They were making 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, and 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 felt 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. Billy took a deep breath and 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 thought it would be and it looked rather heavy 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.

“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 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 lubricant to help him get into it. This was all starting to feel like someone’s bizarre sex fantasy came true. Too bad it wasn’t his.

As Billy eased the suit over his legs, he started to feel the rubber suit getting warmer. By the time he pulled 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 how the suit shimmered in the light. Billy also enjoyed the pleasant warmth of 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 hope you’re comfortable. It’s going to be a long few years.”

Billy laughed.

“Yeah, it will. Thankfully I do 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 a 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 Billy 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 that he’d 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!