Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 17:38:15 -0600
From: Ribrav <ribrav@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Frat Boys Spank Superman--Chapter 4

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 been rendered helpless, verbally humiliated, and
his pants pulled down by a group of young fraternity pledges.  The first of
the boys--Kyle--has finished his spanking of the hero.

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.


Chapter 4

Mark was next.  The muscled gymnast pulled up a chair and the other boys
lowered Superman across his lap.  Eric slipped the red briefs all the way
off.  Then, with Brian's help, he pulled Superman's tight pants and red
boots off, all at once.  Superman now lay across Mark's lap, naked from his
chest down.

Mark wasted no time in beginning to spank Superman.  He was nearly as strong
as Kyle and his blows hurt every bit as much.  Eric took hold of Superman's
ankles to keep him from kicking and Brian held his wrists.  The man of steel
was far too weak to pull away from their grasps.

Mark's strong, firm hand spanked Superman's naked bottom relentlessly.  The
blows rang out loud and filled the old house.  Superman's rock hard penis
drove into Mark's leg.  He tried to move his bottom about, but couldn't.
All he could do was lay there and take the horrible spanking.

Abruptly, after about five minutes of spanking Superman, Mark stopped.
Suddenly the room was quiet.

Except for one thing.

Superman was sobbing.  Tears were running down his face.  He was crying.  It
had taken roughly forty minutes of constant, ferocious spanking, but the
mighty, invincible Superman had been reduced to tears.

This only prompted Mark to renew the fierceness of the spanking.  He hit
Superman's bottom with all his considerable strength.  Before long, Superman
was crying out loud.

Superman's bottom was bright red, stinging, and hot to the touch.  His
erection continued unabated.  Mark continued spanking him for nearly fifteen
minutes longer.  By the time he stopped, the man of steel was bawling at the
top of his voice.

Kyle and Angelo helped Superman up off of Mark's lap.  His handsome face was
red from the tears and contorted with pain.  He kept crying.  Eric slipped
the tight shirt up and all the way off.

Now Superman stood completely naked before the assembly of boys.  His
muscled body was totally vulnerable.  His erection stood at full mast.  More
pre-ejaculate was forming on the tip of his penis.  His bottom was glowing
red.  And he was crying uncontrollably.

Brian, the lean and tanned history major who served as one of the group's
"gofers", was next to spank the sobbing hero.  He elected to have Superman
kneel with his head all the way down on the floor, his hands again behind
his head, and his bottom extended up into the air.

Brian knelt beside him and placed a firm hand on the hero's back.  With his
other hand he began spanking him.  Even though Brian was not as strong as
the three boys who preceded him, Superman's bottom was now so tender that
the blows hurt him as much as ever.

As Brian spanked him, Superman continued to bawl like a baby.  Even though
his cries were somewhat muffled by the floor, they were still loud enough to
resound throughout the old house.  And Brian's slaps on his bare bottom rang
out just as loud.

Superman wailed and bawled.  Brian kept on spanking him.

At one point, Superman tried to reach around with one hand to protect his
stinging bottom, but Angelo was there to return the errant hand to its place
behind Superman's head and to hold it there firmly.  Brian responded to
Superman's disobedience by increasing the force and frequency of the blows.
Brian kept spanking him and Superman kept crying at the top of his voice.

With his face buried in the floor and his mind groggy from the pain,
Superman was unaware that, after about fifteen minutes of severe spanking by
Brian, Eric--the short, blond, muscular art major--took over.

Eric pushed the helpless, blubbering hero flat onto the floor.  Superman's
face was pointed straight down.  Kyle positioned his arms forward with his
palms flat on the floor.  Mark held his legs extended backward with his feet
flat and his toes pointed back.  Thus, Superman was fully extended, face
down, naked, on the floor.

His penis, still as hard as stone, pushed against the cold, hard, wood
floor, causing it to ache from the pressure put on it.  He cried
unceasingly.  He was by now too afraid to even move a muscle, so he just lay
there, obedient and motionless as Eric began his turn at spanking him.

Eric, although not as powerful as Kyle, Mark, or Angelo, was considerably
stronger than Brian and Superman felt the increased ferocity of the spanking
immediately.  His bawling turned to screaming.  The stinging in his bottom
was more than he could bear.  But still he was afraid to move, to wriggle
around, or even to wiggle his toes in response to the relentless pain.  So
he just lay there and took the merciless spanking, crying and screaming like
a little baby.

Eric continued to kneel next to the naked, bawling super hero and spank the
beautiful, round bottom, which was redder and hotter than ever.

The pain made Superman's mind increasingly groggy.  Now he could barely
remember that he had intended to bust a drug lab, that he had immediately
been overcome and rendered helpless, and that he had been told the reason
for his being spanked was so that these nine boys could avoid a few swats on
their backsides.  Now the spanking had been going on for well over an hour
and was nowhere near being finished.  Superman's brain was too muddled to be
able to count, but there were still four boys left to spank him.  One thing
he was acutely aware of however was the unbearable pain in his bottom.

Eric was enjoying the spanking so much he kept on for nearly thirty minutes.
By the time he stopped, Superman was in absolute agony.  His bottom was on
fire and his face was a mess of tears and snot.  When Kyle and Mark at last
pulled him to his feet, he was practically choking on his tears.  He was
bawling at the top of his voice.  His body quaked and shook.  The
pre-ejaculate continued to accumulate on his hardened penis.

Kyle and Mark led the naked, muscle-bound crybaby over to the table that
stood in the middle of the room.  They bent him over it and each one took
hold of a wrist, stretching his arms all the way out to the side.  With
Superman thus bent helplessly over the table, Alan handed the camera to Jon
and stepped up to take his turn at the man of steel's aching bottom.

He spanked the naked, bawling hero with all his might.  Alan was only of
average strength, but Superman's bottom was such a mass of tender, throbbing
flesh that it hurt as much as if the strongest man in the world was spanking
him.

Ironically, though, it was Superman who was the strongest man in the world.
But he was unable to do anything to protect himself from the spanking that
ravaged his vulnerable backside.  All he was allowed to do was cry.  And he
cried with a vengeance.  He screamed and bawled like a little girl.  He was
as helpless as a naughty little boy who had been stripped naked and was
being spanked so hard he could no longer remember why.

But Alan was more into the photography than he was the spanking and so after
about ten minutes with the man of steel, he stepped back and retrieved his
camera from Jon, who moved forward to take his turn.

Kyle and Mark helped Superman up all the way onto the table.  The hero was
made to lay face down, spread eagle, with his arms stretched outward.  Kyle
and Mark took hold of his wrists to hold them in place and Eric and Brian
held his ankles.  Then Jon began spanking the pathetic, crying super hero.

Jon, the Asian-American engineering student had an athletic body and he used
his strength to deliver powerful, punishing blows to Superman's soft,
pliable bottom.  Superman continued to cry at the top of his voice.

When the man of steel again tried to wriggle around, Kevin got up on the
table and sat on the small of his back to hold him in place.  Superman was
too weak and helpless to do anything but lay there and take the relentless
spanking that the powerful Asian-American boy was giving him and cry
uncontrollably.

Jon had put much effort into planning Superman's punishment and he wanted to
give his share of the spanking.  And so he spanked the helpless, bawling
super hero for nearly a half an hour. When he finished, Superman's mind was
virtually numb, but his bottom was still sensitive to the merciless spanking
he had been receiving at the hands of these boys.

Next it was Kevin's turn to spank the once mighty hero.  The physics genius
who had played such an important part in Superman's downfall decided he
wanted the man of steel bound when he spanked him.  Not that Superman needed
to be bound.  He had been completely helpless from the moment he entered the
house.  Still, Kevin wanted him tied up.

The boys turned Superman over on his back.  They pulled his powerful legs up
and over his head.  Kyle took a piece of rope and tied the hero's hands
together behind his back, securing the rope at one end of the table.

Mark, using another length of rope, tied Superman's feet together and
fastened that rope to the other end of the table.  Another piece of rope was
used to bind the man of steel's legs together, just above his knees.  This
was then wrapped around his body underneath.

When the binding was completed, the weak and helpless Superman's shoulders
were pinned against the table, his legs were bent back over his head so his
red, vulnerable bottom extended into the air, and his arms were pulled tight
in the other direction.  It was impossible for him to move even a single
muscle, although he was too afraid to try.  All the time he kept up his
incessant crying.

And it was with Superman in this awkward and humiliating position that Kevin
began to spank him.  Kevin quickly figured out that he could control the
effect of the swats by adjusting the force and velocity with which his hand
moved and by varying the portion and amount of his hand that struck the
hero's exposed, tender bottom.

If he used sharp, quick slaps with just his fingers, it would make the
delicate skin on the surface of Superman's buttocks sting unbearably.  If,
however, he made slower, more powerful smacks with his palm, it would punish
the massive and normally powerful muscles beneath the skin.  He used both of
these techniques extensively over Superman's entire backside, covering the
backs of his upper legs, his hips all the way around to the sides, his lower
back, and of course the main part of the buttocks.

The naked, hapless hero responded to each type of blow with a corresponding
scream of pain.  The quick, sharp slaps were greeted with high-pitched
screeches. The more methodical punishment to the muscles of his bottom
brought lower-pitched "ow's" and groans.  These vocal reactions, along with
Superman's frequent gasps and choking sounds, were the only things that
broke the long, continuous, and pathetic
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" of his
babyish crying. The tears streamed down the sides of his reddened face and
puddled on the table beneath his head.  And, although it was now hidden from
view by his legs pressed tightly against his stomach, his penis continued to
be completely and painfully erect during the entire ordeal.

By the time Kevin's long, methodical spanking was finished (and it took
nearly forty-five minutes), the back and sides of Superman's entire
mid-section were bright red.  It ached and stung far beyond anything the
pathetic hero had ever imagined possible.  The pain was excruciating.  His
awkward, helpless, exposed position was utterly humiliating.  And his
bawling showed him to be nothing more than a big crybaby.

The spanking had been going on for just about three hours, without letting
up except for the brief periods when the helpless man of steel was being
moved to a new position.

It was not a sexual experience for the boys, even for Eric who would have
killed to get his hands on such a gorgeous creature with such a massive
erection.  This was a power trip thing.  They reveled in being able to
dominate and punish the strongest man on earth.  It was an incredible
feeling of masculine pride to have him naked and helpless at their hands.
It gave each of them a sense of power and magnificence at having total
control over this awe-inspiring creature and having him crying
uncontrollably just from the contact of their bare hands on his bare bottom.
The extra measure of strength and energy that they drew from Superman's body
didn't hurt either.

Eight of the nine boys had now spanked Superman.  And now it was time for
Steve, the business major who was the acknowledged leader of the group, to
finally take his turn at spanking the pitiful, blubbering hero.