FRAT BOYS SPANK SUPERMAN
By Ribrav
(The following is an original work of adult fan fiction involving the erotic spanking of Superman. Superman is the intellectual property of D.C. Comics. This story is strictly not for profit and no copyright infringement is intended. All "boys" depicted are fictional and at least eighteen years of age. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is completely coincidental. No super heroes were harmed in the creation of this work. )
PREVIOUSLY: Superman has found himself helpless at the hands of a group of fraternity pledges who tell him they intend to give him a bare hand, bare bottom spanking. We have met each of the boys and discovered the reason Superman is so helpless in their hands.
"Well enough of this," announced Steve. "Take him into the other room and begin his spanking." Superman gulped audibly.
Chapter 3
So Angelo, Eric and Brian all let go of Superman. Kyle and Mark led him to a door at the far end of the room. Superman, resigned to his punishment, went along meekly.
The room where the man of steel would receive his spanking was bare, except for a table in the middle and a couple of plain, Bentwood chairs against one wall.
"You guys know the plan we talked about," said Steve. "Go to it!"
Kevin stepped forward and said, "I'll relieve you of your cape, Superman." He unfastened the garment from the neck of Superman's shirt and removed it. The hero didn't resist.
"And you don't mind if I help you with your panties, do you, Superman?" asked Eric, still kneeling and starting to fumble with buckle on the yellow belt. He was a little nervous at the prospect of getting into the hottest pair of pants on the planet.
"They're not panties--they're briefs," said Superman defiantly.
"Wait a minute!" barked Steve. You will show respect for your superiors. You will only speak when asked a question, and you will address each of us as 'sir'. Any more insubordination will only result in increased spanking. Is that understood?"
Superman had always thought that he did show respect for his superiors. Whenever he spoke to the mayor of Metropolis or the president of the United States, he always addressed them as "sir". But he had never thought of eighteen year-old boys as his superiors and had never called one "sir", except when he was a little boy and they were actually older than him. Still he knew he was in no position to argue and he didn't want any more spanking than necessary, so he answered Steve.
"Yes, sir," he said, hanging his head in submission.
"And I believe Eric asked you a question also," said Steve. "Do you mind if he helps you with your panties?"
"No, sir," replied the man of steel, meekly.
"You will answer, 'No, sir. I don't mind if you help me with my panties, sir,'" corrected Steve.
"No, sir. I don't mind if you help me with my panties, sir," said Superman a little sarcastically.
At this, Kyle and Mark twisted his arms and the man of steel let out a significant "Owww!"
"That won't do," said Steve authoritatively. "You will answer humbly and with respect."
"No, sir. I don't mind if you help me with my panties, sir," repeated Superman, this time very politely and meekly.
"That's better," said Steve. "But why don't we make that, 'No, sir. I don't mind if you help me with my sissy girl panties, sir?' I like that better."
"No, sir," Superman said again, trying his hardest to get it right and to please his captors. "I don't mind if you help me with my sissy girl panties, sir." He was really sounding contrite now.
"Good," responded Steve.
But by this time, Eric had Superman's belt unbuckled and had already slid the red briefs down to his knees. The man of steel's now fully erect penis pushed the thin fabric of his tight, blue pants out in front. In back, the pants stretched over his beautiful, dimpled bottom.
Brian put his hand inside the waistband and slid the blue tights down just above Superman's knees. Eric raised the blue shirt up over the Kryptonian's chiseled abs. Superman was now naked from just below his chest down to just above his knees. He felt suddenly vulnerable standing there with his large, erect penis, his beautiful bottom, his chiseled stomach, and his muscular thighs exposed for everyone to see.
Superman's body was a thing of beauty. His skin was smooth and white and soft. It was hairless, except for around his crotch. His muscles were massive and defined. His bottom was round and shapely. His penis protruded out and up, as hard and solid as a rock.
All of the boys enjoyed the fact that the most powerful being on earth was standing practically naked in front of them, calling them "sir." So they took turns asking him humiliating questions, just to hear it.
"Are you ready for us to spank you, Superman?" asked Kevin.
"Yes, sir. I'm ready for you to spank me, sir." Superman was standing almost at attention, not moving and looking straight ahead in a position of obedience and servitude.
"Are you going to cry for us, Superbaby?" questioned Angelo.
Superman paused. He didn't want to say it, but he had no choice. "Yes, sir. I'm going to cry for you, sir."
"Are you going to smile for the camera?" asked Alan, all the while filming.
"Yes, sir. I'm going to smile for the camera, sir."
"No! You are going to cry for the camera, Superbaby!"
"Y-yes...I mean, no, sir. I'm going to cry for the camera, sir."
All of this was a real turn-on for the boys.
"Am I going to bust your balls, Superman?" demanded Kyle.
"Yes, sir. You...you are going to..." Superman hesitated. He hated using profanity. "You are going to...er...whip me, sir...er...I mean...uh...beat me up, sir."
"That wasn't what I asked!" yelled Kyle impatiently.
"Yes, sir. You are going to..." Superman still couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Yes, sir," he started over. "You are going to...punish my genitals." He was so ashamed of himself.
All of the boys roared with laughter at this answer.
"Answer the question the way I asked it, you wimpy Boy Scout!" demanded Kyle.
"I thought they didn't let queers in the Boy Scouts!" exclaimed Eric. His purpose in this remark was two-fold. First he took every opportunity to plug one of his favorite causes, and also he wanted everyone to know that homophobic slurs were okay with him as long as they were aimed at Superman. Everyone laughed--at Superman as much as at Eric's comment.
"Am I going to bust your faggot balls, Superman?" repeated Kyle, taking his cue from Eric's remark.
"Yes, sir," said Superman with a sigh of resignation. "You are going to bust my faggot balls, sir."
Everyone enjoyed this immensely and showed it with their laughter.
"Are you going to kiss my ass, Superman?" chided Jon.
"Yes, sir. I'm going to...kiss your...ass, sir." It was still difficult for the hero to speak in this manner.
"Are you going to suck my cock, Supergirl?" asked Brian, deciding to take it up another notch.
Superman hated to respond to this one, but he did. "Y-yes, sir. I'm g-going to...s-suck your...c-...cock." He finally got it out, but he really hoped that this would not come about. Then he remembered to add "Sir" .
"Are you going to let me fuck your pathetic, queer ass, Super-asshole?" jeered Mark.
Superman let out another sigh and trembled. "Yes, sir. I'm going to let you...f-fuck my pathetic, queer ass, sir."
Everyone really laughed.
"I'll let you fuck my pathetic, queer ass too, Mark!" chimed in Eric. He thought the gymnast was about the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on, next to Superman.
"I'll have to get back to you on that one, Eric," said Mark flatly.
That meant no, but Eric didn't mind much. He knew other guys on the gymnastics team who would. And they all had the same body as Mark.
"Okay," interrupted Steve. "Were getting off topic here. This is a spanking, not a gang rape."
All of the boys were a little disappointed, but Superman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now let's get on with what we came her for!" ordered Steve.
Kyle and Mark led Superman to one of the walls and had him stretch his hands out forward, leaning with his palms against the wall. The two boys kept their hands on his muscled arms, just to make sure they stayed in place. Eric and Brian got down and spread his feet apart. The two boys also positioned his hips backward so his bottom extended out. The old house was drafty, and the chilly air on his bare bottom made the hero twitch and flex it.
"Hold still!" ordered Steve. Superman obeyed.
The man of steel trembled, his mighty chest quaking from his hard, heavy breathing. He stood, leaning against the wall, waiting for the first inevitable slap on his tender bottom.
It was Angelo, the powerful Latino swimmer who stepped up and landed the first blow on Superman's silky-smooth bottom. The slap echoed in the sparsely furnished room. Superman winced and let out a little grunt. Angelo raised his hand and again let it fall on the helpless hero's backside.
Superman tried to push his hips forward, away from the punishing blows, but Brian and Eric were immediately there to hold him in place.
Angelo spanked him again and again. The Latino boy's arms were strong--made even more so by the transfer of Superman's energy--and the blows were hard and stinging. Superman's face and his little yelps that followed each slap testified to the increasing pain in his soft, tender bottom.
Angelo increased the speed of the blows. Each one stung fiercely. Superman's bottom was turning a pale pink. Angelo kept spanking him. And Alan was capturing the entire spanking on videotape.
Superman tried to wriggle around in response to the spanking, but the four boys who held him kept him in place.
The spanking continued, harder and harder. Superman's little yelps were now audible "ow's" and his bottom was growing redder by the minute. His erection was as solid as ever.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of relentless spanking, Angelo stopped. Kyle and Mark guided the hero away from the wall and had him stand with his hands placed behind his head. Again, Eric and Brian spread his feet apart.
It was evident from Superman's face that he was already in great pain. His bottom was red. His penis continued to stand straight out. Additionally, a small drop of pre-ejaculate had formed at the tip. All of the boys took note of this and hooted with delight.
They once again began hurtling a barrage of anti-gay slurs at him. Even Eric joined in, referring to Superman as a fairy queen and a sissy Mary princess. He was glad that it was Superman that was the target of this derision and not himself. The helpless man of steel could only stand there and take their verbal abuse. Besides, the pain in his bottom mostly all he could concentrate on.
While all of this was going on, Mark slid the tight shirt up over the hero's chest, revealing his massive pecs and his stiff nipples. Mark couldn't resist squeezing one of the nipples with his powerful hand. Superman let out a shriek of pain.
"Come on, guys," rebuked Steve. "Let's stick to the game plan. I know his body invites all kinds of punishment, but just spank him. We need to make him cry just from the spanking. That was the deal."
Superman, for his part, was not about to cry, despite what he had promised earlier and despite the terrible pain in his bottom. He stood obediently and waited for the spanking to continue.
Kyle, the bodybuilder and football player was the next to step up and take his turn with the man of steel. As Angelo and Mark steadied his arms and Eric and Brian held his feet in place, Kyle began a merciless spanking that had Superman grimacing and letting out "ow's" and "oh's" and "no's" with each resounding slap.
The relentless spanking went on. Kyle was even stronger than Angelo and his punishing blows hurt Superman's bottom more than ever. He writhed as much as he could with the boys holding him. At one point, Jon got down and clasped Superman's rock hard penis in his strong, firm hand to help steady him. It seemed to help.
Kyle kept on spanking the helpless, muscled hero. He carefully concentrated his blows on various parts of the shapely buttocks, making sure each part got its share of the spanking. He worked around to first one side and then the other. He punished the sloping part toward the top. He got down underneath by the crease. He worked his way down onto the back of Superman's thighs. He had Kevin hold the cheeks apart so he could spank in between. And he spent a great deal of time and effort on the full, fleshy middle part of each buttock. This went on for about twenty minutes.
By the time Kyle stopped spanking Superman, the hero's tender, pliable bottom was red all over. A look of anguish covered his face. Superman had never felt such pain in his life. It was all he could do to keep from crying. And yet he knew the spanking was far from over. Steve had told him that each boy would have his turn, and only two of them had punished him so far.