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…

A Shocking Day For Spiderman

 

A Shocking Day for Spiderman

Spiderman was swinging through New York, the bustle of the city a faint hum below him as he enjoyed the warm sun on this beautiful day. Suddenly, his spider-sense tingled, and he turned his attention to notice an explosion coming from a nearby street. Reaching over, he fired another web and changed direction, swinging quickly towards the commotion.

‘Another day,’ Spiderman thinks, ‘another neighborhood to save!’

When Spiderman arrived, he found that the local bank had been broken into, and in a rather aggressive fashion. The front doors had seemingly imploded with massive force. Spiderman didn’t have to wait too long to see the perpetrator, watching as The Shocker emerged from the bank, hauling a number of large jute bags towards his getaway vehicle.

‘If you think it’s gonna be that easy,’ Spiderman thought to himself, ‘then you are in for a shock!’

Swinging from the building he was perched on, he launched himself forward towards the thief, delivering a swing kick hard into The Shocker’s face.

As The Shocker had been watching behind him to see if anyone was pursuing him, he did not see Spiderman’s foot hurling towards him. The kick connects hard, and The Shocker is knocked to the ground as the bags are tossed up into the air, cash spilling out and raining down around them both.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” The villain curses loudly with frustration, then seeing Spiderman and slowly standing enraged. “Puny Spider. YOU will pay for that!”

“Oh hello, big ol’ loser! Better submit now before it’s too late.” Spiderman tilts his head, speaking with a provocative tone but lowering himself into a ready stance. “Don’t you remember how things went last time?”

The Shocker snarls as police and news vans arrive at the scene, the standoff suddenly being broadcast live across New York City.

“Damn you!” he growls, watching as the police surround the pair. “You have spoiled everything!”

But The Shocker refused to be taken in again, and begins rubbing his hands together, the friction generating energy as he felt his power surge through his body. He wound his hands back, then clapped them together at Spiderman, a massive shockwave emitting from his hands directed straight at the costumed hero.

“W-wooowww…” Spiderman grunted as the force pushed him backwards, his feet dragging along the ground as he struggled to stay standing.

The force is too much however, and he is suddenly swept off his feet and thrown through the air. Before he got into too much trouble, Spiderman instinctively shot a string of web to a nearby lamppost and swinging around it fast before directing himself back towards The Shocker, his legs outstretched and aiming for a dropkick.

The Shocker sees the kick coming though, and smirks, striking his hands together in the Spider’s direction without much power. The small shockwave was enough to throw Spiderman’s balance off, and as he hurtled towards him, The Shocker threw his fist up.

Spiderman had a jolt of electricity course through his head, his Spidey Sense sensing the danger, and he curled up his legs, propelling off The Shockers fist and landing on his feet in front of The Shocker.

‘Pheewww…’ Spiderman sighed with relief at the near miss.

The Shocker hisses with frustration at his missed attack, clapping loudly in Spiderman’s direction, hoping to knock Spiderman off his feet.

“I’m gonna squash you!” he yelled angrily.

“Woaahh!” Spiderman gasped as he tripped, rolling backwards a few times but managing to shoot his web onto The Shocker’s fists and pulling back in, raising his legs for a double kick. “My turn!” Spiderman taunted, cockily.

As Spiderman propels himself forward toward The Shocker, the villain waited until he was close. Suddenly he ripped his fists apart, throwing Spiderman’s entire momentum off balance. Spiderman tried to brace himself, at which point The Shocker saw an opening. Clenching his fist together, he slammed his fist right into Spiderman’s incoming bulge.

“UGHHH!” Spiderman yelped, dropping to his knees, and clutching his balls, wailing in pain. “F-Fuuuckkk! My nutsss!”

“Ooops, looks like I squashed something…” The Shocker chuckled and turned to the news vans, “…Did ya’s get that?”

When the news crews didn’t respond, the villain turned back to the hero. “Seems like they didn’t capture that. Let’s make sure they get something.”

The Shocker got behind Spiderman, before reaching down and then pumping his fist between the hero’s legs from behind while he was still on his knees.

“A-a-a-aghhh,” Spiderman spasmed in pain, feeling his balls throbbing and bouncing from the impact, “m-m-m-my young nuts…”

Desperate to put some distance between him and his foe, Spiderman shot a web to the wall a few feet away, pulling himself away. The pain was still too much though, so he crashed into wall hard, falling to the ground, coughing, and spluttering as he nursed his bulge.

“What’s wrong, Spider?” The Shocker asked, before he aimed his fists at the ground behind him, blasting a shockwave which in turn propels him forward at a dangerous speed. “We haven’t had our fun yet!”

He stretched out his knee and laughs maniacally as it ploughs into Spiderman’s prominent bulge.

“GAAAHHHHHH!” Spiderman screams in agony as his foe’s knee rams into his balls with a sickening crunch. Spiderman’s arms and legs flail, kicking, punching and clawing at The Shocker’s leg which weighs heavily on his busted bulge. “You bastard!!!!! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck, youUUUUUU!”

“Hope you didn’t have a date planned tonight, Spidey…” The Shocker chuckled as he continued to grind his knee into Spiderman’s bulge, “…cos they won’t be much use tonight!”

He reaches down then and grabs the chest material of Spiderman’s suit, ripping away viciously. The material shreds, exposing Spiderman’s chest underneath.

“Nooo!” The hero immediately discharged several web bullets at The Shocker’s face, covering his eyes so that he could not see. “Mr. Stark made me this! You’ll pay!”

Desperate not to lose his advantage, The Shocker grunted and groaned before pressing his hands to Spiderman’s body and firing a shockwave at point blank range. The force tears Spiderman’s outfit some more.

Spiderman’s teeth chatter as he convulses due to the shockwave coursing through his body, his limbs curling up and twitching. Thankfully, once the force stopped, he was able to recover fairly quickly.

“D-Damn web!” The Shocker grunts, clawing at his face.

Spiderman saw his opportunity, jumping back and then pouncing, thrusting a knee deep into The Shocker’s gut. “Now, you’re going back to jail!”

The mere mention of prison infuriates The Shocker, and in a fit of rage he screams as a shockwave erupts from his arms. Catching Spiderman off guard, the hero flailed before The Shocker slammed his open palm right up into Spiderman’s nuts.

“NEVER!” he cried, before with his hand still pressing up against his enemy’s balls, sent a massive shockwave right into them, the force tearing Spiderman’s suit completely off.

“AUGGHHHHH!” Spiderman’s cheeks bulge out and under his mask, his eyes cross from the pain, feeling his balls churned up as the tight suit falls off in pieces, exposing his tight pink thong underneath.

The Shocker removes his hand from Spiderman’s nuts, and the hero stumbles forward before covering his exposed pink bulge with embarrassment, waving one hand at the crowd and shouting. “N-No, please, don’t look!”

The Shocker is shocked at the hero’s humiliation, and the fact he had just exposed Spiderman’s choice of underwear to the entire city. As the hero turns his back to him, trying desperately to cover his bulge, The Shocker decides it’s time he got a real taste of humiliation.

“Now, you’ve been asking for this for a while!” he grunts, before swatting Spiderman’s hands away from his bulge, ensuring everyone gets a good look at the pink bulge, before he rams his fist up in an uppercut from behind, flattening the bulge against Spiderman’s pelvis.

“EEEEKKKK!!!” Spiderman cried. “My…pooor….balls…”

The hero was hoisted off the ground as his back arched before crumbling to the ground, ass up in the air and head firmly on the ground. Trembling, Spiderman cupped his swelling and battered balls.

The Shocker smirks at his downed foe. “If I’d known sooner I just had to bust your balls to beat you, I would have done it a long time ago!”

The villain looked over to the camera crew and then snatched away a camera, getting behind Spiderman and laying it on the ground so the viewers watching the live broadcast could get a clear and wide opened view of Spiderman’s pink bulge.

“Hey, folks, I hope this program isn’t too SHOCKING for you!” And suddenly, he slammed the camera lens directly into Spiderman’s unsuspecting nutsack.

“Ughhhh!” Spiderman twitches and squirms as the camera crunches into his balls, feeling his pink bulge bouncing from the impact. His ass bucks up from the pain, only to cause his bulge to be put on even more display.

The Shocker laughs at Spidey’s balls being bashed around in his pink thong.

“This here, for all of you watching at home,” he tugs on the back of the pink thong, and suddenly Spiderman’s bare balls slip out of them, “this is your hero’s major weakness. Now you all know how to defeat him!”

The Shocker wraps his fingers around the exposed balls, sending a shockwave into them in full view of the camera while the other camera crew captures various angles of Spiderman’s torment.

“AAAGHHHH! OH GAWWWWWDD!” Spiderman grimaces in pain and screams as his balls vibrate excruciatingly in his foe’s hand.

Spiderman was panicking now, but the shockwave was coursing through his entire body, triggering certain spots as he squirmed, and realizing in horror that his cock started to harden, wedging tightly in the pink thong. He reaches between his legs and grabs The Shocker’s fist, weakly tugging on it and pleading for him to stop.

“O-okay, you won! P,please,” Spiderman begged, “please stop!”

The Shocker smirks at his enemy begging him for mercy. He grabs the back of the pink thong and wrenches it up hard and fast, watching with joy as it crushes Spiderman’s cock and balls.

“See folks, here you get a perfect outline of the weak target you need to aim for!” The Shocker instructed towards the camera, gesturing to Spiderman’s exposed balls, and outlined cock in the pink thong, before pumping his fist up into Spiderman’s nuts. “Let me demonstrate again!”

The Shocker crunches his fist into Spiderman’s nuts again, as people around the country are glued to their screens as they literally watch their hero being owned and humiliated. The Shocker emits another shockwave into Spiderman’s genitals.

“Ughhh!” Spiderman’s body jerks from the impact as his balls swing about violently, the tip of his bulge slowly darkening as the shockwave triggers all the spots within the hero’s body.

The pain was overwhelming, but somehow, and Spiderman blushed under his mask as he realized, there was a hint of pleasure in all this pain, his cock leaking precum throughout his thong.

The Shocker noticed the pleasure Spiderman was receiving, even if the hero didn’t want to admit it.

“Here we have a rate case, where the spider…” The Shocker says to the camera before tugging on the thong to give the viewers a clearer outline of the hard cock with the wet patch on his thong bulge, “seems to have a third webshooter tucked between it’s legs!” The Shocker then grabs Spiderman’s balls and squeezes them. “Let’s see if we can get this webshooter to spin a web!”

The Shocker laughs just as onlookers chuckle at The Shocker’s unexpected joke, before the villain pumps his spare fist into Spiderman’s balls while his other hand continues to squeeze them. Spiderman shakes and twitches, clawing the ground as his teeth grits under his mask. His precum begins to leak through the thong, dripping now onto the ground below him as his balls swells.

“P-please…I can’t…take…a-another hit…” Spiderman begs weakly.

“Oh, you want me to show you mercy?” The Shocker asks with a snarl. “When you repeatedly throw me into prison and throw away the key?!”

The villain positioned the camera with an extreme close-up of Spiderman’s abused bulge, totally manhandled. “Time for the finishing act!”

The Shocker reached between the hero’s legs and rake his fingers along Spiderman’s junk, the pink thong sliding down and revealing the hero’s bare cock and balls to the world. He leaves them dangling there for a moment, the camera capturing the precum leaking furiously from Spiderman’s bare cock, then slaps his hand up into them, ensuring the camera captures just how compressed Spiderman’s nutsack is against his own body. He powers up, then blasts his cock and balls with a shockwave.

“G-GUUUHHHHHHH!” Spiderman’s eyes rol into the back of his head and his mouth gapes, crying in an animalistic moan.

Suddenly, Spiderman strained his body and contracts painfully as his hard dick twitches and throbs, spasming as he spurts a huge thick load of semen onto the ground, jet after jet of cum erupting from his cock as balls throb, pumping out the last drops of his cum.

The Shocker smirked as the hero surrendered his load, collecting up the pink thong and stuffing it into his pocket.

‘At least I’m not leaving empty handed,’ he thought to himself, before he uses his feet to kick Spiderman over onto his back.

The hero was totally exposed, empty balls and drained cock on full display. The Shocker picked up the camera and placed his foot on Spiderman’s cock and balls, grinding them as the hero whimpered and squirmed.

“Don’t forget folks, make this stuff go viral!” he said, filming his foot crunching Spiderman’s genitals. “We can all be a part of this!”

With that, he twisted his foot one final time into Spiderman’s bare cock and balls, then turned and left.

No policeman bothered to stop him, out of fear for their own balls being owned, but also, out of disbelief over what they had just witnessed happen to Spiderman, who lay their defeated and drained.

Spiderman will return…