Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 18:06:15 -0600
From: Ribrav <ribrav@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Frat Boys Spank Superman--Chapter 5

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:  A group of fraternity pledges has stripped Superman naked and
has been giving him a severe spanking.  It has been going on for hours.  His
bottom is red and stinging and he is crying uncontrollably in response to
the tremendous pain.

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.

Chapter 5

The ropes that held him so securely were removed.  He was turned over once
again face down.  Now one rope was tied tightly around each of his wrists
and ankles, and each one fastened to a corner of the table after being
pulled as tight as it would go.  This left Superman's naked, vulnerable body
splayed out spread eagle on the table.

Steve took his time contemplating the figure that lay stretched out before
him.  Here was the most powerful being on the face of the earth, now naked,
utterly helpless, and crying uncontrollably from the excruciating punishment
that his friends had administered.  It was a spanking that he had overseen
from the first planning stages until now, and he felt a surge of great pride
in his accomplishment.  The fact that, as a result, he himself was going to
avoid a paddling almost eluded him at the moment.  The spanking of Superman
had become an end unto itself.  Just seeing what he and his friends had done
to the mighty son of Krypton gave him a feeling of great satisfaction.  And
now that satisfaction was to become multiplied many times as he himself
would apply his own firm hand to the soft, tender bottom that was displayed
before him.

Still in no hurry, for the pitiful hero had continued his incessant bawling
unabated, Steve moved to the side of the table.  He removed his own t-shirt
so that nothing would impede the force with which he was able to pound the
round, shapely bottom of the man of steel.  His muscles were not
extraordinary, but he was fit and his bare chest and stomach looked decent
enough.

He raised his hand high in the air, pausing for a moment to muster all of
his strength.  Then he brought it down with every bit of force he had within
him.

SMACK!!!!!!!!!

The sound echoed throughout the old house, as did Superman's subsequent
scream of pain.  Again Steve raised his hand and again he brought it down
with all the power in his young body.  Again Superman screeched in agonized
response to the blow.

Repeatedly, Steve delivered one stinging slap after another to the bottom of
the helpless, blubbering man of steel.  Superman's soft, smooth bottom felt
wonderful under his firm hand.  It was one of the most exhilarating and
empowering feelings he had ever experienced.  It was, of course, augmented
by the increased flow of super energy into his own body because of the
contact of his hand with Superman's naked bottom.

After a few minutes of this slow, methodic punishment, Steve increased his
speed.  He put everything he had into each stinging blow.  Superman screamed
and cried as loud and as hard as ever.  The distraught crybaby of steel had
never imagined such pain was possible.

As Steve continued spanking the naked, bawling hero, it occurred to him
that, despite the force of his blows, his own hand was not becoming sore and
his arm was not getting tired.  He realized that this must be another result
of the super energy being transferred from Superman's body to his own.  He
was amazed that Kevin and Jon's cockeyed theory actually worked.  This only
encouraged him to spank the naked man of steel even harder, drawing on
reserves of strength he didn't even know he had.

Steve kept up the severe spanking for practically a half an hour.  And even
though he himself didn't tire in the least, Superman certainly felt the
force of the punishment acutely.  His bottom was now nearly purple from the
spanking and he continued to cry at the top of his voice.

This was three and a half hours of almost constant spanking.  No earthly
human being could have taken this kind of punishment without severe damage
to his bottom.  But, as Kevin and Jon had explained to Steve before,
Superman still retained some of his invulnerability.  As much as it hurt,
and as much as Superman cried in response to it, his body was still super
enough to endure an incredible amount of abuse.  Even in his weakened state
and even at the hands of nine boys who had absorbed much of his strength and
his resistance to pain--nine boys who were for the time being far stronger
than him--a spanking that would have left any normal human bloodied and
bruised merely turned his bottom purple, inflicted excruciating pain, and
made him cry like a puny little boy.

When Steve finally concluded his portion of the spanking, Superman was
untied and propped up on his feet on the floor.  He was so weak he had to be
steadied to keep from collapsing completely.  His eyes were red and swollen
from the crying.  In fact, most of his face was chapped from the constant
flow of tears and snot that still rendered his handsome, contorted face a
wet, sticky mess.  He still whined and sobbed and gasped and choked and
bawled as loud as his somewhat super lungs and vocal cords would allow.

His penis was still completely erect and a deep shade of purple from the
constant arousal.  And now the pre-ejaculate was actually dripping from the
tip of the swollen organ down onto the floor.  And his bottom, which was
perfectly white at the beginning of the spanking now also exuded a deep
purple glow.

All nine boys had now spanked him at length.  But the punishment was not
quite finished yet.  His wrists were once again tied together, as were his
ankles.  A rope was fastened to his bound wrists and threaded through a hook
in the ceiling.  The rope was pulled off so tight that Superman had to stand
on his toes in order to place any of his weight on the floor.

Now each of the boys, in turn, gave him an additional twenty-five to fifty
blows on his tender, naked bottom.  As before, Superman screamed and cried
and tears continued to stream down his face and onto his massive chest.

About halfway through this final phase of the spanking, Mark reached out and
grabbed each of Superman's nipples in his powerful hands and squeezed with
all his strength.  Steve had stopped him from doing this before, but now
that Superman had been crying for so long it seemed okay for Mark to punish
the man of steel in this additional way.

Superman responded with a deafening, high-pitched scream.  It also sent him
over the edge.  His massive, rock-hard penis began to throb.  And then he
experienced a tremendous ejaculation that sent long spurts of built-up semen
shooting out into the room.

All of the boys present laughed and ridiculed the helpless, humiliated man
of steel for responding in this way.  Eric even rubbed his hand in a puddle
of the super ejaculate and wiped it on Superman's face, where it mingled
with the tears and snot and created an even more disgusting mess. This only
increased the laughter and derision from the other boys.  That in turn
shamed the already humiliated hero even more and renewed the intensity of
his crying.

When Superman's orgasm had subsided the last drops of semen clung to the tip
of his now flaccid penis.  The boys went back to spanking him and it wasn't
long before the hero was once again sprouting a rock hard erection.

Finally all of the boys had finished their last round of spanking.  Superman
had endured over four hours of continuous punishment to his tender,
vulnerable bottom.  When they released the rope that had him nearly dangling
from the ceiling, he slumped to the floor, a pitiful, pathetic mess of a
man, too weak to even stand on his own two feet.  He landed with his face in
a remaining puddle of his own semen.  He lay there bawling.

Alan was careful to photograph this sight from all possible angles, so as to
capture Superman's absolute defeat and humiliation.