Spiderman v Spiderman: A Tangling of Two Webs

 

A Tangling of Two Webs

Miles Morales swung through New York with ease, his black and red Spiderman suit clinging to him like a second skin as he approached the warehouse Pete had asked him to meet at. It had been a few days since Miles had seen the news coverage of Peter fighting against the Shocker.

‘Geez, I’m so lucky that wasn’t me…’ he thought to himself, his balls tingling at even the thought of what his mentor had to go through, ‘I hope Pete’s nuts are okay now.’

Miles made it to the warehouse specified by Pete, slipping inside quietly and dropping onto the floor.

Spiderman, Peter Parker, was sitting on a crate already, leaning on one of the metal columns in the centre of the warehouse counting away the seconds when he heard rustling up at the ceiling. He relaxed when he saw the familiar black and red suit of his protégé.

“Hey Miles, it’s been a while!”

Miles approached Peter and slid his mask off. “Hey, Pete! How ya doin’, um, y’know…down there?”

Miles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh,” Peter blushed slightly, looking down at his crotch, “back in shape, I guess. It took a couple of ice packs to ease the pain but yeah, I’m all good and can walk now, thanks.” Peter’s eyes glance back to Miles. “So, you wanted to see me?”

“Um, y-yeah. I was just thinking, since what happened to you,” Miles’ eyes dart around the room, blushing, “we could maybe train and better our skills to, y’know, make sure it doesn’t happen again…”

Miles was really trying to hide his awkwardness, hoping it didn’t push Peter away. After seeing what happened on the news at the hands of The Shocker, it had piqued a curiosity in Miles. Yes, he had wanted to have a go at his mentor’s nuts himself.

‘And this is the only way I can see it happening,’ Miles thought to himself.

“Like, you think it would be cool if we train in here?” he asked.

Peter was caught off guard. ‘Wow, this kid sure knows how to choose the right time.’ He thought, fidgeting with his mask in his hand, ‘I barely recovered from my crotch trauma, not sure I can even move around very smooth…’

Peter glanced back at Miles, then smirked confidently. He was Miles’ mentor after all. ‘Alright, you wanna learn, then you’re getting what I got from that fucker…’

He turned to Miles and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, sure! I guess this makes the perfect training ground.”

Miles heart burst with joy as Peter put on his mask. He was desperately trying to keep his cool in front of his mentor, hoping he didn’t think of him as a dork!

“Cool!” Miles says with a grin before sliding on his mask and lowering himself into a ready stance. “We haven’t trained in ages!”

Peter was quiet as he got ready too, and after eyeing off Miles for a few moments, acted quickly and took the first move. He stretched out his arms in front of him and fired web-bullets at the younger Spiderman, testing the waters.

Miles saw it coming, bouncing up instantly, flipping between the web bullets before dropping to a barrel roll and springing up to face his mentor, firing his own web bullets back at Peter. Although from this position, his aim was a little low.

But Peter reacted just as quickly as Miles, tumbling backwards several times, and pouncing off the wall behind him to launch up into the air. A web string discharged from his shooter, aiming it at Miles.

Again, Miles ‘Spider-Sense’ tingled, and he managed to dodge without much effort, crouching low and aiming his hands up in front of Peter, firing rapid blasts to create a web net spread out in front of his mentor.

“Wowww,” Peter gasps at the speed of Miles, and fires another string to steer him upwards, dodging the web spread in front of him. Using his momentum, he swung some distance forwards to Miles and just when he was above the younger Spiderman, he snapped his string and plunged downwards, aiming a diving kick to his head.

But once again, Miles anticipates the attack and quickly backflips away, landing on his feet and firing up some quick web bullets to Peter’s face, concealing his mentor’s vision. Once Peter was blinded, Miles shot multiple web strings to the wall opposite him, holding them tight together in a thick rope of web, watching as Peter descended to the rope, vision impaired.

‘This could be it…!’ Miles watched with anticipation.

Peter lands on his feet firmly, following up with a barrel role to ease the landing. Clawing at his face to try and pry the web bullets off his face, cursing internally. Miles smirked though, as Peter had landed exactly where he wanted him to. While Spiderman was fighting the web on his face, the rope Miles had made was now on the floor, lying right between Peter’s legs.

There was a moment of hesitation for Miles. ‘Sorry, not sorry…’

He smirked, and then slammed the rope upwards as hard as he could, watching as it snaps tight and slaps up hard under Peter and right into his balls.

“Aaggghhhh, fuckkk!!” Peter throws his head back in pain as his hands slip from his face to his aching balls, before he drops down on the floor, squirming and groaning. “What the fuck, Miles?!”

Miles couldn’t believe he had succeeded, and his cock twitched in his Spidey Suit as he watches his mentor nursing his balls.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean that!” Miles lied, glad his mask was hiding his delight. “I was trying to trap your leg, but it didn’t work!”

Miles walked over to his downed mentor, standing down by his legs and getting a close-up view of THE Spiderman holding his balls. Sneakily, he lowered his hand and aimed his web shooter at the bulge, point blank range, waiting for an opening.

But it never came, as Peter quickly twisted his wrist, aiming his webshooter at Miles’ crotch and firing a string onto it. Right when it hits, it clings tightly to the bulge. Miles is too focused on Peter’s bulge he didn’t think to protect his own, and when he felt the dull ache against his bulge he grunted, looking down in confusion.

His eyes went wide when suddenly, Peter tugged, and his bulge was pulled.

“Ughhh, OOHHHHH!” Miles moaned, his knees buckling inwards as he hunched forward, holding the web and trying to ease the pressure on his balls. “W-What are you doing?”

Peter grins under his mask and his own dick throbs a bit seeing his protégé hunched over in pain. “Giving back what you gave me, of course!”

Peter yanked on the string even more, stretching it as so too does Miles’ bulge stretch, the outline of the younger Spiderman’s balls emphasized the harder he pulled. As Miles was groaning and moaning in pain, Peter crawled up and delivered a nut crunching uppercut between Miles’ legs, smashing that stretching nutsack immediately against his pelvis.

“A_AAGGGGHHHHHK!” Miles cries out in shock as the uppercut crunches his balls flat against his body, immediately dropping down to his knees and grabbing bulge, falling forward onto his face. “B-but I didn’t mean it! It was an accident!”

Miles was lying of course, but he was desperately hoping Peter didn’t know that as he nursed his balls. Peter stood straight up, hopping up and down, stretching his legs trying to see if his own balls were feeling any better. He grinned towards Miles, satisfied with the payback. He walked behind Miles, watching between his legs as he rubbed his aching bulge, causing Peter’s hand to rub his own crotch, finding this somewhat exciting.

He reached down and spanked Miles’ ass. “Now you understand what I’ve been through.”

Miles squirmed awkwardly from the spank to his ass, blushing under his mask. ‘Dammit, I didn’t expect this to happen…’

He continued to groan as he nursed his balls before he realized that Peter might just have been standing a little too close to him. He quickly sprung to his feet, and then delivered a mean back kick, feeling his heel flatten Peter’s balls.

“Gaaahhhh!” Peter jolts off the ground as he feels his balls pressed and squashed against his body. He lands on his knees, nausea flooding his body.

Miles turns to face his mentor, nursing his own balls and looking down. Seeing that his bulge had grown slightly, he quickly covers himself, before going on the attack. He fires web at Peter’s wrists, linking each web to the wall, forcing Peter’s arms to be stretched out on either side of him, his bulge wide open and vulnerable between his legs.

“S-sorry Pete, but, I mean,” Miles winds his leg back, “I feel like you need to train your nuts…”

Miles pumps his foot right up between his mentor’s legs. Peter’s hips jerk up as he looks in shock at his bulge, bouncing from the impact.

“Ughhhh…” he groans, coughing and crossing his knees, trembling from the piercing pain. He struggles violently, tugging and pulling his arms in an attempt to rip the webs restraining him.

Smirking under his mask, Miles drinks in the sight of Peter Parker in ball pain.

‘Pete won’t know that I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw it happen to him,’ he thinks, as he then fires webs at Peter’s crotch, ripping back hard as it tugs on his mentor’s bulge, when suddenly a loud tear is heard.

“Noooooo!” Peter screeches as the crotch of his Spiderman suit is torn off, revealing a layer of light blue underneath his suit, his face burning with embarrassment.

Peter clenched his fists and strained his arms as he tugged furiously and finally managed to free his arms from Miles’ webs. Seeing red, Peter swung his arm up between Miles’ legs and latched on vicious ball claw. Miles, however, was too distracted by the layer of blue underneath Spiderman’s outfit.

‘My favourite colour,’ he thought, completely mesmerized to even notice that Peter had broken free.

And his eyes widened in shock when he felt Peter’s hand latch on to his balls, squeezing and twisting, his fingernails sinking deep into Miles’ balls. Under his mask, the young Spiderman’s eyes crossed and he moans, groaning while he grabs at Peter’s wrists, trying to pry his hand off his nuts. Peter squeezed harder, twisting, and occasionally tugging on Miles’ balls and feeling them stretch under his crotch. Slowly, he got to his feet, facing Miles as he also grabs his mask, ripping it off and revealing Miles’ pain-stricken face.

“What’s wrong? Can’t stand the pain?” Peter chuckled at Miles’ face, before tightening his grip on Miles’ balls and giving them a painful tug, ripping the crotch of Miles’ suit clean off. “Oops!”

Miles moaned as he felt a sudden breeze around his crotch, looking down in pain and then blushing at the sight of his own tighty-whities exposed, small icons of Spiderman masks all over them. Desperate to gain the upper hand, he launches his knee forward, right between Peter’s legs.

“Ohhhh!” a low and guttural groan escaped Peter’s lips as he sunk to his knees, cupping his briefs clad bulge. On his knees, his face eye-level with Miles’ tighty-whities clad bulge, clinging tightly to his protégé’s equipment and outlining everything underneath, sparking something inside Peter as his cock slowly hardens. “Sh-Shit, not now…”

Miles clutches his balls and hobbles around behind the downed Spiderman.

“M-my balls,” he mumbles weakly, before gripping Peter’s mask and ripping it off too. “I was going to leave you the dignity of keeping your mask on, but if this is how you want it!”

He grunts, kneeling down quickly behind Peter and then reaching between his legs from behind, grabbing the light blue bulge and crunching his fingers down hard as he feels his mentor’s balls totally enveloped in his grip.

‘Finally!’ Miles smirked, feeling his mentor at his mercy.

Peter whimpers and closes his legs while grabbing Miles’ hand and trying to pry it off his aching nuts.

“Miles, s-stop!” Peter quivers, his face contorted in pain. “Y-You’re insane!”

When he closes his legs, Miles can feel his thighs close around his hand, trapping it between his mentor’s legs with his balls firmly in his grip. Miles himself shudders at the feeling of Peter trying to cope with his ball abuse.

“Peter, I’m sorry,” Miles’ cock grows as he hears Peter whimper, “But, you know this is nothing compared to if The Shocker got a hold of you again.”

Using his free hand, he grabs a hold of the tear in Peter’s suit and then yanked it even more, watching as the bottom half of Peter’s suit tears completely away, exposing his tight blue briefs entirely.

“M-My suit!” Fuck…!” Peter growled angrily, “…you asked for it!”

He swiped behind him and slapped Miles’ nuts with a loud smack before he latches onto his target and squeezes and twists Miles’ briefs bulge.

“I’m gonna squeeze the spunk outta them if you don’t let go of mine!” He threatens, his own cock erect now and tenting in his blue briefs.

Miles gasps, looking down at his abused bulge in the hand of his mentor.

“N-No, Pete, d-don’t! This isn’t what the training is about!” He reaches up to the back of Peter’s undies, latching on to the waistband and yanking up hard, the briefs sliding up between Pete’s ass cheeks as the wedgie forces the pouch of the underwear to crush Peter’s nuts. “It’s about YOUR balls, not MINE!”

“Ughhh!” Peter grits his teeth and crosses his eyes, as his ass is burned by the wedgie, his nuts trapped and flattened in his underwear, arching his back trying to relieve the pain as his cock throbs and leaks precum. “I warned you…!”

Suddenly, Peter launched his hands backwards and down the front of Miles’ underwear, sliding down past his protégé’s hard cock and seizing each of Miles’ nuts in a hand each, kneading and crushing them in his tight grips. Miles’ eyes went wide when he feels Peter’s hands on his bare nuts, looking down and seeing down the front of his briefs as his junk is totally at the mercy of his mentor.

“P-Pete…?” he whimpers, shuddering as his cock throbs furiously at his touch, “S-stop…”

“Heh, now are you going to let go, or not?” Peter asks, with a devastating crunch of Miles’ balls.

Miles crosses his eyes in agony and instantly releases Peter’s wedgie, his hands rising to the air. “O-okay, okay!” he concedes, just as a burst of precum oozes out and slides down his cock and onto Peter’s hands. “M-my b-balls, Pete…”

Spiderman smirked at his protégé being so gullible, slipping one of his hands out of Miles’ briefs but still holding onto his balls with the other.

“I lied,” Peter spun around to face Miles, tugging on his balls so that they were now clearly visible through his underwear fabric, enclosed in Peter’s tight grip. “You wanna feel what I felt? You’re nearly there, Spidey!”

Peter cocked his free hand back, and then launched a crushing punch into Miles’ nuts with a loud crunch. Miles could do nothing but watch in horror as his balls were flattened by the punch, crying out and his eyes rolling back in his head as he slumps back slightly, his cock spilling out more precum.

“N-no, this wasn’t supposed to h-happen,” Miles whimpered in a daze, moaning weakly, “P-please, Pete, I was only trying to help…”

Peter releases Miles’ nuts, watching as his protégé lingers in place, his cock and balls totally abused. He can’t resist but reach out and grab Miles’ hard and leaking cock, slowly jerking it.

“Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” Peter smirked, still jerking Miles’ cock before winding his other hand back, clenching his fist tightly.

Miles bites his lip as Peter strokes his cock, squirming with crossed eyes. “P-Pete, I’m about to…”

But he is cut off, as Peter slams his fist forward, smashing it into Miles’ swollen balls, sending them bouncing up into his body. Miles’ eyes jolt open from the impact, shuddering for a few moments before cum erupts from his cock, spraying everywhere, his mouth falling open with his tongue hanging from it, drooling as his body convulses with each spasm of cum spurting from his cock.

When Miles’ is drained, Peter smiles and kicks him onto his back, standing up and placing a foot on Miles’ emptied balls, grinding, and twisting against them.

“Now you know how I felt. Villains nowadays would do this to you, so YOU had better train YOUR balls.” Peter laughs and begins walking away, leaving Miles drained and emptied there, “Lucky you get a few days off from being our friendly neighbourhood Spiderman to mend those nuts of yours!”

Miles moans, sitting up as Peter slowly walks away with a slight limp. Clutching his balls, he glares at his mentor.

“M-my balls were not supposed to be hurt…” He groaned, before aiming his webshooter towards Peter, and shooting it so it fires between Peter’s legs and latches onto the wall in front of his mentor. “I-I’m not finished yet!”

Miles slams the web upwards, hoping to use the same move which started it all. And it worked.

“What the fuck?!” Peter cries in shock as the web slams up into his blue briefs bulge, crunching his nuts up against his body. He tiptoes to try and ease the pressure against his nuts, before looking back at Miles. “I thought I taught you a lesson!”

Miles thrust at the web, which pulls him towards Peter at incredible speed, sliding along the ground.

“Sometimes, mentors can learn a thing or two from their students!”

He stretches out his foot, and it slams into Peter’s blue briefs bulge hard and fast. Peter shrieks a couple of octaves higher before he slumps to ground on all fours, shaking in pain and trying to crawl away. But Miles had other plans.

Quickly, and trying to ignore his own aching cock and balls, he grabs onto Peter’s remaining Spiderman suit and yanked upwards, sliding it up over his head exposing his chest and abs while also blinding his mentor. He shoves his foot between Peter’s legs and pumps it up into his blue briefs bulge, forcing his mentor onto his back from the impact. Before Peter can even react, Miles sits down on top of him, stradling him and facing his bulge.

“I didn’t want you to leave without receiving your goodie bag…” Miles grunts, placing one hand on Peter’s thigh to brace himself, the other rising above Peter’s bulge in a tight fist. “Here’s YOUR good bag!”

Miles slams his fist down into Peter’s balls, and he jerks up, wailing in agony trying to kick Miles off of him as his briefs bulge is darkened with a patch of precum. But Miles doesn’t stop there. He reaches down and grabs the front waistband of Peter’s briefs, yanking up and giving his mentor a nasty nut wedgie, watching as Peter’s nuts get more and more compressed before suddenly, they slip out the leg holes of his underwear, entirely exposed.

“Oops, sorry Pete!” He smirks, his cock twitching again at the site of his mentor’s bare balls. “We need something to keep you in place, so you don’t squirm as much…”

He gets up and fires webs at Peter’s feet, pinning them to the ground wide apart, then shooting down at Peters wrist, pinning them down too, trapping Peter there spread-eagled and totally unprotected. He then lowers Peter’s Spiderman suit so that he was able to see his mentor’s face, before straightening up and, while clutching his own aching balls, lifts his foot up, letting it hover above Peter’s exposed and vulnerable nuts.

“I’m sorry about this…”

“N-no stop, you’re gonna break them!” Peter pleads desperately as he tugs at his limbs, wriggling his body while cocking his head to observe his unprotected bulge.

“That didn’t stop you from nearly breaking mine just a few moments ago…” Miles shuddered at the mere thought of nearly having his balls broken, then slammed his foot down.

“Ugnnnn!” Peter grimaced as both his balls were flattened under the arch of Miles’ foot, his toes tormenting his cock.

Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as his cheeks puffed out, the stomp proving too much as torrents of cum suddenly pumped forth from his cock, spurting like a fountain. Miles stepped off his mentor’s balls and looked down, he himself suddenly rock hard again. He playfully gives Peter’s balls another kick and chuckles.

“You should have been more careful not to advertise your weakness to the world,” he groans and holds his own balls, “…or mine.”

Miles fires a web straight up throught the window and zips out, swinging home as quickly as he could so people didn’t notice his uncovered underwear bulge, while Peter lay semi unconscious on the floor of the warehouse, limbs bound, and his body covered in his own cum.

Peter Parker and Miles Morales will return…