Costumed crime fighter Will Justice is contacted by a reputable fashion photographer who wants to do a special charity photo sh*ot on the daring do-gooder.

The reason the photographer gives for choosing Will as his model is that as well as being known for his constant crusade for good, the leather-clad hero is also widely known for his rather unusual crime-fighting attire...

"Oh well," Will thinks. "As long as it's for charity!"

The champion of justice strides into the photographer's studio dressed as usual in his bl*ck leather blazer, dark brown leather gauntlets, skin-tight white polo shirt, skin-tight bl*e denim jeans and his knee-high bl*ck leather stiletto-heeled boots.

After taking a few shots of the courageous crime fighter in a variety of poses, the photographer asks Will to take a seat at the end of his wooden coffee table.

The helpful hero obliges, glad to take some of the weight off his poor tootsies but after a couple more shots the "tog" asks his model if he could just loosely tie his hands behind his back.

When asked to explain why he wants a picture of him tied up the photographer explains that a lot of people are used to seeing Will trussed up in tight b*ndage - indeed he has quite a lot of fans because of it!

Will reluctantly agrees, remembering this is for charity after all but he makes the photographer promise not to make it too tight...

First binding his booted legs to the table, the photographer makes sure the ropes are super-tight but although Will is concerned by this he figures that as long as he can get his arms free then it shouldn't matter all that much.

But then, when the photographer grabs his arms and pushes them tightly together behind the crime fighter's back, Will protests - especially when he starts to feel really tight ropes being pulled around his wrists.

"Steady on!" he complains. "That's too tight! I thought we agreed to... nnnngggghhhhhh!!!!"

Suddenly, Will's groaning is quickly muffled as the photographer stuffs a huge b*ll gag into his mouth before tightly buckling it behind his head.

The giant red orb pushes deep into Will's mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. The crime fighter tries to move his arms but immediately discovers he cannot!!!

Within a matter of seconds, more rope is bound tightly around his elbows and then several straps are looped around his waist and drawn in tightly, squeezing in Will's stomach painfully.

With the tight straps and the huge b*ll gag the captured crime fighter finds it difficult to breathe and even more difficult to move - the ropes are very secure indeed!

The photographer then proceeds to take lots of pictures of the helpless heroes' predicament. Taking them from all angles, Will can do nothing but sit there and roll his eyes in abject dismay. Utterly helpless to do anything.

"I'm going to have strong words with this idiot when this is over!" he thinks to himself but then things take a turn for the worse when the photographer puts down his camera and leans in to grope Will's bulging manhood under the skin-tight fabric of his bl*e denim jeans.

"This wasn't part of the deal!!!" Will protests bitterly, although all that can be heard are unintelligible moans.

Unfortunately, as practically everyone in the city knows, the great Will Justice is susceptible to tight b*ndage - in fact, the leather-clad crime fighter practically gets off on it!!! So as his captor continues to fondle his stiffening c*ck, the helpless hero cannot help but get hugely aroused by this grotesque act.

As if things couldn't get any worse, Will is then blindfolded with vet wrap, with more of the tight fabric pulled over the b*ll gag, pushing it even further into his mouth.

It would appear that there is more to this fashion sh*ot than meets the eye!!!

"I know this is for charity and I know I have a lot of fans that like to see me in b*ndage..." thinks Will.

"But when I get out of this, I'm going to have strong words to say to this photographer!!!"

If Will gets out of it...?

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