Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2020 03:22:15 -0500
From: Varbir <vb.spanko@gmail.com>
Subject: Spanking Superman Chapter 3

I must beg the indulgence of my readers for this story. I have never
wrestled, although I enjoy watching it. In this tale, Superman is
challenged to a wrestling match. I have tried to describe moves that I have
seen or read about, but I fear my ignorance will nonetheless show
through. So please forgive my lack of knowledge and enjoy.

Superman is the intellectual property of D.C. Comics. This is a work of fan
fiction, not intended for profit.


SPANKING SUPERMAN—THE MORETTI BOYS
By Varbir

THE BOYS

Superman was patrolling south of the city one crisp autumn afternoon when
he spotted two teenage boys driving south on the Interstate in an open top
Jeep. They weren't doing anything wrong; they just caught his eye because
they were particularly good looking—especially the boy in the driver's
seat. He was muscular and athletic, with dark hair and a good tan. He was
wearing a snug, light blue crop top t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his
muscular legs. His moderately long hair was blowing in the breeze as they
drove along at about seventy miles per hour. Hands that looked firm and
powerful grasped the steering wheel.

The other boy was also athletic looking, although much leaner. He had
short, brown hair and an even deeper tan than the driver. He was wearing a
white wife-beater shirt, and knee length khaki shorts. He was good looking
enough to have attracted Superman's attention on his own, but the boy that
was driving drew his gaze and held it.

Superman followed the Jeep, which was carrying a large pile of gear in the
back, as it drove farther from the city. He knew better than to fly too low
or too close, so he stayed high in the air and watched with his telescopic
vision. At one point they exited the Interstate and stopped at a gas
station. The boy from the passenger seat went inside, while the driver
inserted his card into the gas pump and began to refuel. As he stood
waiting for the tank to fill, he stretched and flexed his muscles and
Superman could see that he was indeed strong. Superman watched, enrapt.

At length the other boy came outside carrying two large drink cups and both
boys got back in the Jeep and continued down the highway. Superman
followed, ever at a distance. He could not get enough of the sight of the
beautiful boy driving the vehicle.

Superman hadn't had his bottom spanked in weeks and he was itching to be
punished. He began to imagine those powerful arms and hands spanking his
naked bottom, how he would be too weak and helpless to resist, and how it
would sting. This thought immediately triggered an erection and he started
feeling weak. Afraid he might crash-land on the highway, he quickly put
that thought out of his mind.

Finally, they pulled off the Interstate and drove to the entrance of Valley
Lake State Park, a location known for its wooded areas, camping and
fishing. Superman decided that he had wasted enough time in boy-watching
and needed to get back to the city and continue his patrol.

It was dark by the time he got back to Metropolis. He landed at the police
station to see if there were any crimes that needed investigating. Looking
over the list of recent police reports, he noticed a minor convenience
store robbery that would not have merited his attention except for one
thing. Two boys had taken at gunpoint, and without paying for, an ample
supply of groceries: hot dogs and buns, mustard, catsup, pickles, bags of
chips, several packages of cookies, cans of pork & beans, spaghetti and
corned beef hash, eggs, bacon, frozen hash-browns, a box of Bisquick, a
half-gallon of milk, a pound of coffee, a couple of six-packs of beer, an
assortment of sodas, a carton of cigarettes, and two bags of ice. They had
sped off in an open top Jeep and had gotten away.

The two suspects had been identified and there was a picture of them. It
was the very boys he had been following. His heart skipped a beat. Looking
over the police report he saw that they were Tony and Ben Moretti,
fraternal twins who had attended East Metropolis High. Tony was the
beautiful, muscular one. Although very good athletes and members of the
football, baseball and wrestling teams, they both did poorly academically
and dropped out of school before their senior year. Tony appeared to be of
moderate IQ, while Ben had a bit of a learning disability.  That had been
the reason he dropped out and Tony—being a caring and protective
brother—had done the same.

Superman could not resist getting back to these boys, so he told the police
officer that there was something he needed to look into, excused himself,
and left the station. Taking to the air, he immediately headed for Valley
Lake State Park.


JOURNEY TO THE PARK Superman was quickly growing excited as he flew
southward. The thought of encountering the boys up close and personal was
beginning to arouse him and his penis began to harden, causing him to fly
slowly.  Thoughts swirled through his mind: "How am I going to handle them?
Do I want to apprehend them, or should I try to persuade them to turn
themselves in? Should I even confront them? What if I do and they give me a
spanking? I bet Tony could spank me really hard...I would be completely
helpless to resist him..."  These thoughts were making the Man of Steel
weaker and he floundered in the air. He had to stop in a wooded area off
the highway to recover. He needed to put thoughts of getting spanked out of
his mind. A half hour passed. Regaining enough of his strength to fly
again, he continued on, although unable to fly very fast.

Still, he could not help but anticipate what their encounter might be
like. "Will I be strong enough to overcome them? Not if Tony starts
spanking me...he could pull down my pants and even strip me completely
naked...that would be a terrible spanking...that would be a wonderful
spanking. I'll be crying before he even spanks me for a half hour..."

By this time his penis was rock hard, and he was weaker than before. He had
an empty feeling in his stomach, and he was twitching his bottom
uncontrollably. He began to tumble to the ground and landed awkwardly on
his hands and knees beside the road. It was nearly midnight and there
wasn't much traffic, so thankfully no one saw him. He crawled farther into
the trees and knelt there panting and trembling for several hours. So great
was his arousal that he was unable to recover as quickly as he normally did
just from thinking about getting his bottom spanked. He tried, without much
success, to put the thoughts of getting spanked out of his mind. Even so,
he couldn't shed the images of the lovely boy. He sank into a prone
position face down on the ground, buried his head in the crook of his
elbow, and pulled his left knee up toward his stomach. His erection pressed
against the ground. The weakened hero lay there like that for another
several hours more. Even without thinking specifically of getting spanked,
the images of Tony's strength and beauty kept him aroused and weak. If he
was this helpless just thinking about the boy, what would it be like when
he stood before him in person?

Finally, he felt he was strong enough to fly again, and so once more he
headed toward the state park. Yet once again, the thoughts insisted on
occupying his mind. "Maybe I don't have to apprehend them...they're good
boys...especially Tony...maybe I could just explain to them that their
actions are wrong...but that wouldn't convince them...they need to be
punished...especially Tony...maybe he's the one that needs a spanking...I
could give him a spanking... what am I saying? I could never spank him...he
would be the one spanking me...he would spank me so long and so hard...I
would be blubbering like a baby..."

Again, the Man of Steel weakened to the point of being unable to fly. But
now he was at the entrance to the park. So, he landed and staggered inside
the big gate on foot. He continued on for a few minutes, nearly falling to
the ground a few times. Realizing that he would need to take to the air
again to locate the boys in this large park, he made his way among the
trees and sank to his knees to recover his strength. He would need his
strength to find them, even if he lost it again in their presence. He tried
to fill his mind with wholesome thoughts to make his erection go
down. Again, it took several hours, but at last he was able to take to the
air again.


THE CAMPSITE Superman flew the length and breadth of the large park,
scanning it with his super vision. It being autumn and having turned a
little colder—as well as it being a weekday with school and work in full
session—the park was nearly deserted. Finally, he spotted the Jeep in a
clearing about a hundred yards up from the lake and gently lowered himself
to just above the ground, hidden by trees, about fifteen feet from the edge
of their campsite. They had a good size A-frame tent, about six by ten
feet. There was gear spread around and the two boys lay sleeping in front
of a large campfire. Despite it being a little on the chilly side, both
boys were shirtless. Ben lay with his head resting on his brother's stomach
and Tony had his arm wrapped around Ben's shoulders. The flickering fire
highlighted their muscles and made their skin glow. They both looked so
contented that Superman was unwilling to disturb them, so he hovered in the
air back in the trees and watched them. He was happy to just look at them
and enjoy their beauty, keeping thoughts of getting spanked out of his mind
so he continued to float and not make any noise.

About an hour passed and the first glimmers of daylight were just beginning
to appear when first Tony and then Ben stirred. Ben looked lovingly up into
his brother's eyes and Tony returned the glance with a warm smile. He
gently squeezed Ben's shoulder and kissed him lightly on the top of his
head. Seeing this caused a stirring in Superman's groin. But still, he kept
silently watching.

At length, Tony carefully removed Ben's head from his stomach and stood up,
stretching and flexing his powerful muscles. Ben gazed admiringly at
him. Tony sat on a large rock and removed his sneakers and socks. Then he
stood and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them to the ground, stepping out
of them. He was now wearing only a skimpy pair of navy-blue briefs.  He
looked magnificent as he again flexed his muscles. He reached inside the
back of his briefs and caressed his shapely, round bottom.

The sight of all this was too much for Superman. His penis immediately grew
hard and his strength deserted him, causing him to fall abruptly to the
ground. The distinct sound of a large body hitting the ground, of twigs
snapping and of leaves rustling caught the attention of both boys. Ben
leapt to his feet and Tony grabbed a flashlight from the duffle bag that
lay just outside the tent.

Superman shuddered and trembled, afraid to move a muscle. But it was too
late. The beam from Tony's flashlight hit him as he lay sprawled on the
ground. He looked at Tony like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Hey, Ben!" laughed Tony. "Look what we have here!"

"It looks like Superman! I think it is Superman!" Ben exclaimed.

"It certainly is!" proclaimed Tony. "What in the hell are you doing here,
watching us?"

"I...uh...I was just..." stammered Superman.

Sensing that he had the upper hand, Tony took control of the situation.

"Stand up, perv!" he ordered. Superman did as he was told. "Come over here
by the fire." Again, Superman complied. The Man of Steel stood with his
shoulders slumped and his head hung, looking ashamed of himself. Tony
expanded his chest and flexed his muscles in an intimidating look. Superman
withered even more. His tent in his briefs was unmistakable.

"Look, Tony," exclaimed Ben, "Super-dude's got a hard-on!"

"He sure does!" said Tony mockingly.

Superman was unable to respond.

"We don't like people hanging around spying on us," proclaimed
Tony. "Especially so-called superheroes. Do we, Ben?"

"No, we don't!"

"What...did you come to take us in?" demanded Tony.

"Er...kinda..." stammered Superman.

"Well, I don't think you can do it," said the dark-haired boy. "I think
we're gonna have some fun with you."

"P-please don't..." said Superman meekly.

"Tell you what..." Tony went on, "let's wrestle." Superman looked
surprised. "If you beat me then you take us in. If I beat you, then you're
our captive for as long as we want."

"I-I don't know..." said Superman.

"Here's the rules..." Tony continued, "for each pin-fall, the loser has to
take off one piece of clothing. The first one naked loses."

"I-I..."

"What have you got to lose, Superman? You're a big powerful superhero and
I'm just a teenage boy. You only have to remove my underwear pants, but I
have to get your entire costume off.  The odds are definitely in your
favor. What do you say?"

"I don't know..." said Superman, completely unsure of himself.

"That's what you wanted wasn't it, Superman? To take us in? Isn't that the
reason you're here?  Or did you just want to perv out looking at us?"

"Er...uh...y-yes, sir...to take you in, that is..."

"Good!" announced Tony. "We wrestle!"

Ben moved close to his brother and whispered, "Are you crazy? He's
Superman. You don't stand a chance against him."

"Bro...am I not the state wrestling champion?" Tony whispered back. "I
doubt that this putz knows anything about wrestling. Besides, look at that
hard-on! I've heard that Super-creep gets weak when he gets an
erection. This'll be a piece of cake."


STRIP WRESTLING Tony stood in the midst of the clearing while he rotated
and stretched his upper body. Superman just looked dumbfounded. "Come on,
dude, let's get it on!" said the boy.

Superman moved toward Tony, but just stood there, looking as if he had no
clue what he was supposed to do, which he didn't.

Tony spread his feet and leaned forward, arms raised in the classic
wrestling pose. Superman, totally ignorant of what he was supposed to do,
tried awkwardly to emulate the boy's stance but only looked silly. Ben, who
had seated himself on the large rock to watch, giggled.

Tony circled around the Man of Steel cautiously. Superman, confused, turned
around facing the boy, still maintaining his faux wrestling pose. Tony
jerked forward suddenly. Superman started in surprise. Tony continued to
move around the befuddled hero. Then suddenly, faster than even Superman
could comprehend, the boy sprang at the hero, wrapped his arms around the
powerful waist, and threw him easily to the ground. In a heartbeat he was
on top of the surprised Man of Steel and pinning his shoulders to the
ground.

"Pin-fall one to Tony!" exclaimed Ben gleefully.

"I guess that took you by surprise...maybe you weren't ready..." offered
Tony as he reached up to Superman's neck and unfastened the red cape. He
stood up. "Well, on your feet! We've got a lot more rounds to go before
you're naked...or maybe just one round till I'm naked. We'll see."

Superman slowly stood up. His briefs were severely tented out in
front. Tony again assumed his stance, and Superman did the same. Then just
as quickly as before, Tony was behind Superman, one armed wrapped around
his neck and the other hand pulling the hero's wrist up into the center of
his back. Superman grimaced and struggled, but he was just too weak—and
Tony was just too strong. With lightning speed, Tony wrapped one mighty leg
around Superman's knees and tripped him. Superman landed on his stomach and
Tony was on him in an instant. He easily flipped the hero over onto his
back and again pinned his shoulders to the ground.

"Round two to Tony!" laughed Ben. Superman closed his eyes for a moment and
sighed in defeat. He lay there and allowed Tony to unfasten his yellow belt
and pull it from the loops of his briefs.

"Okay," announced Tony, "this time we start in the down position." Superman
just looked at him, bewildered. "On your hands and knees, stupid," said
Tony with exasperation.

Superman assumed that position and Tony leaned down over him, one arm on
the hero's shoulder and the other wrapped loosely around his
waist. Superman just knelt there awkwardly for several long moments.

"Okay, you're supposed to try to break free," prompted Tony. Superman did
as he was told, but Tony instantly pushed him to the ground, once again
flipping him over and pinning him.

"Third pin-fall: Tony!" announced Ben.

Superman just lay there wishing that Tony would just declare victory and
strip him naked, and that this humiliating ordeal would be over. Tony was
just too strong for him. But the boy was enjoying his superiority over the
pitiful super-hunk way too much to bring it to a speedy end.

Tony pulled Superman's red briefs down to his feet and removed
them. Superman was now wearing only his tight, blue shirt and pants and his
red boots. He lay on the ground moaning.

"No stalling, Superman," said Tony in a commanding voice. "Into the down
position again."

Superman slowly got into the position on his hands and knees and Tony knelt
over him.  Superman sighed as if to say, "What's the use?" and at length
made a feeble move to escape.  Tony was quick to push him down flat on the
ground. He grabbed the hero by one ankle, placed a foot in the small of his
back, and raised the ankle as high in the air as it would go, twisting it
as he did. Superman groaned in pain.

"What's the matter, big fella," asked Tony, "you don't like that?"
Superman's only response was "Uhhhhggggnnnn!"

"You give up?"

"Y-y-y..."

"What's that?"

"Give...up..." moaned the agonized Man of Steel.

"I can't hear you," taunted Tony.

"G-give..." groaned Superman, slightly louder.

"Do you submit?" demanded Tony.

"Yes...please...no more..." begged Superman.

"I thought so!" gloated Tony, removing the boot from the foot that he held
and tossed it aside, allowing the leg to drop to the ground. Superman sat
there holding his ankle and bare foot. He assumed that the entire wrestling
match was over, since he had submitted, but Tony ordered him back into the
down position. He got on top of the hero again.

This time, Tony didn't wait for Superman to try to escape. He took his hand
and reached under Superman's arm, placing his forearm across the base of
the Man of Steel's neck. In this position, he locked his hands at the wrist
and applied pressure in a downward motion, forcing Superman's head under
his shoulders. Using his free leg, he flung him around and flipped him over
into the pin position.

Ben shouted gleefully, "A three-quarters Nelson! Tony wins another
pin-fall!"

Tony sat over his fallen opponent and did a double biceps pose. Then he
grabbed the remaining red boot and pulled it off. Now barefoot, Superman
wore only his blue tights. Again, Tony ordered Superman into the down
position.

This time, Tony pushed him to the ground with the force of his hips and sat
in the small of his back. "And now, Superman," he announced, "my favorite
hold—the camel clutch!" With that, he grabbed the hero under the chin
with both hands and pulled back, bending his neck and back until the
distraught hero groaned in agony.

"Do you submit, asshole?" Tony shouted in his ear. Superman tried to speak
but couldn't. He tried to nod his head but couldn't. So he just moaned
incoherently. "I take that as a yes," said Tony derisively. Tony grabbed
the waistband of Superman's tight pants and pulled them down.  He slid them
over the hero's luscious, round bottom; down his shapely, muscular legs;
down to his feet and completely off. Superman was naked from the waist
down. He lay flat on the ground, face down, panting heavily. His penis
pushed painfully against the rocks and twigs on the ground.

"Another pin-fall for Tony!" laughed Ben. "Score—Tony six, Superman
zero! One more item of clothing and Superman will be completely defeated!"
Superman wanted to die right there and then.

Tony didn't wait for Superman to get into position. Instead, he placed one
foot firmly on the hero's shoulder blade and grabbed both feet, lifting
them high in the air. He applied all his weight to the front of Superman's
shins and pushed down, painfully bending his back. Superman screamed in
agony. Tony bounced up and down on Superman's shins. Superman screamed even
more. Tony applied even more pressure. Superman let out his most agonized
groan as tears started streaming down his cheeks.

"P-please...stop...no more...please, sir..." whimpered the agonized Man of
Steel.

"Are you sure you want to give up, Superman? This is the final round."

"Y-y-yes, s-sir...y-you w-win..."

"You're damn right I win! You are now the property of the Moretti boys!"
shouted Tony victoriously.

"You won, bro," said Ben excitedly. "You are the best!"

"We are the best, bro!" agreed Tony. "You and me, bro!"

Superman lay face down on the ground, defeated, completely naked,
whimpering, sobbing, and sniveling. He had come here expecting to be
punished, but had not anticipated such a painful, humiliating ordeal. His
bottom, which he had hoped would be red and stinging, was untouched.  But
his muscles ached from being abnormally stretched and twisted. He continued
to cry.

Tony positioned the defeated hero flat on the ground, face down with his
head facing the ground, his toes pointing back, his arms extended forward,
and his palms flat on the ground. "Now don't move from that position,
asshole!" he commanded. Superman determined to obey him completely.

Tony turned to Ben. "I'm hungry," he said.

"Me too," replied his brother. "I'll fix breakfast."

"And while you do, I'll get cleaned up," added Tony.

"Sounds like a plan," said Ben.

Ben set about preparing the meal and Tony, after restoking the fire, shed
his briefs. Completely naked, the boy was a picture of teenage male
perfection. He had a distinct tan line and his white bottom was round and
muscular. He had a trail of black hair below his navel that ran down to a
thicket of black pubic hair. A low-hanging scrotum held a pair of
impressive testicles. His circumcised penis was quite large, both in length
and girth for a nine-teen-year-old. He exuded masculinity in every
aspect. It made Superman feel ashamed of himself.

Tony grabbed a bar of soap from his duffle bag and headed down to the
lake. Meanwhile, Ben busied himself with cooking. Superman lay completely
motionless, still afraid to move.

After about twenty minutes, Tony returned, still naked and now dripping
wet. He looked even more magnificent with the beads of water covering his
skin. He took a towel from his duffle bag and began to dry himself
off. Then he put on a clean pair of gray briefs, his tight jeans, crop top
t-shirt, socks, and sneakers.

"Is breakfast ready?" he asked his brother.

"Yep," replied Ben, and so they sat around the campfire eating piles of
scrambled eggs, thick slices of hickory-smoked bacon, hash-browns with
catsup, drop biscuits with strawberry preserves, and drinking strong, black
coffee.

When they finished eating, they sat around the campfire for a long time,
laughing about defeating Superman and about their convenience store heist
the day before. Superman had stopped crying but continued to lie obediently
as Tony had placed him.

Finally, Tony stood up.

"And now, bro," he announced, "you get to spank our captive first!"

"Sweet!" exclaimed Ben, a massive grin on his face.


PUNISHMENT Ben sat on the large rock. Tony lifted the naked, trembling hero
in his powerful arms and laid him across Ben's lap. Ben wasted no time in
beginning to slap the beautiful, round bottom displayed before him. Ben's
hand was strong and firm. Because of the painful, humiliating ordeal he had
been through and because he was so aroused, Superman began feeling the pain
of the spanking immediately. The blows came at a pace of about one every
two seconds and were hard and stinging. Each one indented the lily-white
skin and Ben let his hand rest there for a second, pushing it around as if
to rub the pain into the tender bottom. Superman winced with each slap and
emitted a little grunt. Ben had never felt anything quite so smooth as
Superman's soft, pliable bottom. He enjoyed each punishing blow, even if
Superman didn't. The hero's erect penis pushed into the boy's leg.

After about five minutes, Tony asked, "Can I spank him for a while?"

"Yeah, sure," answered his brother. "You're gonna love this. His ass feels
so great."

The two boys switched places and Tony started spanking the Man of
Steel. His big, powerful hand fell with even more force. His blows were
spaced about a second apart and stung Superman's sensitive bottom
terribly. Instead of resting his hand on the exposed skin as Ben had done,
he immediately raised it again in the air to prepare for the next slap. He
enjoyed watching the tender, round bottom jiggle in response to each smack.

Superman's vocal responses were a little louder now and his bottom was a
lovely, pale shade of pink. He bit his lower lip between each blow, but
other than that he did not move.

When he had spanked the Man of Steel for about ten minutes, he relinquished
the helpless super- stud to his brother for more spanking. By now the hero
was whimpering and sniffling.

Ben continued the spanking. He would raise his hand high in the air and
hold it there for a varying amount of time before bringing it down hard on
Superman's bottom. The result was that the Man of Steel never knew when the
blow would strike, increasing his anxiety and fear. The hero's chest quaked
as he sobbed and sniffed. He responded to each smack with a loud "Owww!"
but made no effort to resist or evade the punishment.

Tony sat and watched intently as his brother spanked the beautiful,
helpless muscleman for nearly fifteen minutes. When Tony at last took over
again, Superman was crying out loud.

Tony had the naked hero stand, leaning forward with his hands against a
tree. He spanked at a rate of about four blows a second with all his
considerable strength. Superman was bawling at the top of his voice. His
bottom was bright red and felt like it was on fire. His handsome face was
covered with tears and snot. His Herculean chest quaked with massive sobs
and his swollen penis pointed nearly straight up, the tip coated with
pre-ejaculate. He was completely weak and helpless. His powerful muscles
were useless. He was, in short, a pathetic sight.

After about twenty minutes of this, he stopped and said, "I've got an
idea." He got a twenty-five- foot length of stout hemp rope from the
tent. He tied one end securely around both of Superman's wrists and threw
the other end over a sturdy tree branch. He pulled it tight so that
Superman was hanging by his arms with his toes barely touching the
ground. Then both boys took turns delivering powerful swats to the pitiful
hero's beautiful, round bottom. Ben even retrieved Superman's yellow,
leather belt and used it to assault the tender, stinging bottom.  Superman
continued to blubber and scream in agony. His bottom was nearly purple from
the relentless punishment, which went on for over a half an hour.

Finally, they let the rope down and untied Superman's hands. He was allowed
to sink, bawling and blubbering, to his knees. He hung his head in shame
and cried into his hands. The boys let him stay like that for about ten
minutes, his crying never lessening. Then Tony grabbed a handful of the
hero's hair and hauled him to his feet. The boy led him into their tent and
forced him to lie face down on the ground, stretched out and flat, and
ordered him not to move. Superman complied, afraid to do otherwise. He lay
there crying at the top of his voice while the boys headed down toward the
lake to do some fishing.


AFTER PUNISHMENT Several hours later, Tony and Ben returned to their
campsite with their fishing gear and a string of trout. They immediately
checked on Superman inside the tent. They marveled at the fact that he had
not moved an inch from where they placed him. He was still crying, although
not as loud, and the color in his bottom had subsided to a bright, rosy
red. His penis was still erect.

Ben knelt and stroked the luscious bottom. Even punished, it was amazingly
soft and smooth.  Superman started and winced, letting out a little cry,
when his tender bottom was touched. But he did not move. Ben began spanking
the hero—not nearly as hard as before, but still hard enough to make him
react with louder crying. Tony got down and the two of them alternated
slaps for about ten minutes. Then they again left Superman alone to cry
inside the tent while they went to clean the fish they had caught.

Superman lay inside the tent all day long, motionless, erect, and
crying. One or the other—or both—of the boys would come inside
periodically to spank him some more. He never stopped crying. That evening,
after a hearty meal of trout, pork & beans, and beer, the boys sat around
the campfire laughing about fishing and spanking Superman and stuff. Inside
the tent, Superman listened to them with shame, still crying and still
aroused.

After several hours, Tony and Ben stripped down to just their underwear
pants and got inside the tent with Superman. After one more spanking on his
tender bottom, they lay down on either side of him. Ben laid his arm across
Superman's waist, just above his bottom, and Tony draped his arm over the
hero's muscular (but shaking) shoulders. They contentedly went to sleep to
the sounds of Superman sniffling and sobbing. Although in pain, Superman
was happy to have the close touch of the two strong, nearly naked teenage
bodies. He felt safe with his tender super- body in such good hands. His
sobbing was a mixture of crying and purring.

Superman, needing neither food, drink nor sleep to survive, lay there
without moving all night long. At one point, Ben got up and went outside to
pee. Superman hated not having the boy's tender touch so close to his
bottom, but soon, Ben returned and again lay down with his arm across the
hero's waist.

When the boys awoke at about six o'clock in the morning it had turned
colder—maybe thirty- five or forty degrees—so the boys, in addition
to their regular clothes, put on sweatshirts and stocking caps. Superman
remained naked and shivering. But they warmed up his bottom with a brief
spanking. Afterwards, they led the Man of Steel outside the tent and
allowed him to sit up, his knees bent so that he sat on his lower legs, and
he didn't have to rest his stinging bottom on the rough ground. He
obediently sat there, sobbing softly, with his head bowed submissively,
while the two boys prepared and ate breakfast.

Having eaten a hearty breakfast, Tony came over to the shivering, sobbing,
naked hunk and knelt down beside him on his haunches. "What shall we do
with our pathetic crybaby today?" he asked his brother.

"I don't know—" replied Ben. "What do you think we should do?"

"Well, I don't intend to devote our entire camping trip to his punishment,"
said Tony.

"Should we let him go?" asked Ben.

"I think he's too weak to leave on his own," mused the dark-haired boy. "I
think we should take him somewhere that he can get over his crying."

"And where would that be?" wondered his brother.

"I dunno...we'll find a place."

And so, after finishing up the dishes and tidying up the campsite, Tony and
Ben laid the naked, sobbing hero in the back of their Jeep and covered him
completely over with a blanket, his costume tied in a ball beside him. They
drove him outside the park and about ten miles to the south until they left
the Interstate and found a dirt road, leading seemingly to nowhere. They
drove down this road a few miles and stopped. They took Superman about
fifty yards from the road, laid him on the bare ground and spanked him for
another good ten minutes. They placed his wadded-up costume beside him and
left him there, naked and crying.

Superman lay there in that spot for the rest of the day until he was strong
enough to get dressed and fly back to town. He wished that he had never
followed the Moretti boys.

But he was glad he did.