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HELPLESS, HILARIOUS AND HORNY

As he thrashed desperately in the water, Superman felt his cape tugged. He had snagged it on the drain below him, and as he writhed, trying to get the Kryptonite chain off of himself, his cape came loose and fell to the bottom of the pool.

“Uh! UGH!” he gasped. “Oh… my c-c-cape. N-no.” He heard a ripping sound as it parted company from his tunic. Then the current carried it away, swirling down to the drain below.

“Oh… god… Jor-El… hnngh… someone help me.”

But just when he thought he could take no more, the effects of the Kryptonite ceased.

“What? It… it’s stopped. Hnngh.”

Floundering and spluttering, Superman made his way to the edge of the pool and began to crawl out.

“I can’t believe Luthor pushed me in there like that,” he muttered, “fully clothed.”

Superman felt a strange flutter as he said these words, an odd tingling sensation. In his mind’s eye, he saw it happening all over again: Luthor weakening him, dragging him along, holding him closely and so intimately, with not the slightest hint of fear, despite his great powers. And then the evil genius had simply pushed him into the swimming pool, where he dropped like a stone.

“Fully clothed,” he murmured once more. He looked down at himself. It was a pitiful sight.

Superman’s spandex was now totally soaked and dripping, and his boots had also come off in the water as he frantically kicked and splashed; he was now clad only in his tights and briefs. He’d have to go back for his boots, along with his cape. But first he had to deal with his foe.

The Kryptonite chain still hung around his neck, though no longer glowing. So Luthor’s plan had come to nothing, he thought. Time to confront the man who had bound him with this rock.

Clad in just his wet tights, briefs and tunic, Superman walked slowly back to the heart of Luthor’s lair, his feet squelching in wet spandex with every step and his Kryptonite chain rattling. Lex was sat waiting for him.

“Nice try, Luthor,” he said. “Your little toy wasn’t as effective as you thought. Now I’m going to teach you a lesson – I’m going to have you safely locked up.”

“Would you mind not dripping on the carpet, Superman,” said Lex, coolly. “That’s an interesting new look you’ve got there. How’s it make you feel, being dressed in just in your tights and briefs?”

“Never mind my tights and briefs,” said Superman. His cheeks coloured slightly as he saw Luthior’s gaze flick across his body, clad in his soaking wet spandex. “You should be worrying about your own wardrobe, Luthor; from now on it’ll be just prison fatigues.”

“And I see you’ve kept the necklace I gave you, Superman. I’m touched that you like it. A fitting memento of our first date, don’t you think, sweetcheeks ?”

Superman scowled, and hastily pulled off the Kryptonite chain and dropped it on the floor. He had only been acquainted with Luthor for this last hour or so, and yet the man instinctively seemed to know how to make him feel foolish. Perhaps he really was the genius he claimed to be. Nevertheless, it was time to end this for good.

Determined, Superman went to move towards Luthor’s desk, but his wet tights made him slip and slide along the polished floor so that he had to put out a hand to steady himself. Strangely, Luthor didn’t seem fazed or intimidated as he approached. Instead he calmly announced:

“Come in now. Superman’s ready and waiting for you.”

Half a dozen sharp-suited, strikingly attractive young men entered the room. They were all staring at Superman in a calm, clinical fashion.

“What’s going on,” said Superman. Lex chuckled.

“He’s here, just like I promised. Superman – the Man of Steel - is ready and waiting for you in his tights, if a little wet. I’m afraid I couldn’t resist pushing him into my pool.”

"You pushed Superman fully clothed into a swimming pool?!” said one young guy.

“Awesome! Wish I'd seen that. Wow, look at him, stood there in his wet tights! I can’t believe this is really the Man of Steel What a dickhead, man! He looks pathetic!”

"Now look," began Superman.

“What about Superman’s boots and cape?” interrupted one of the young men, ignoring him. “Where are they? We paid for everything”

“Concerned about not getting your money’s worth?” smiled Lex. “They’re in the pool – fell off when he was thrashing around in there. I’ll have Otis fish them out for you. Whoever wants them can have them.”

“I don’t know what sick game this is, Luthor,” said Superman, “but nobody is touching my boots and cape, or any of my clothes. Who are these men?”

“Why, these are some very rich, very bad people, Superman,” said Lex. “And the sick game is that they have paid me a lot of money to deliver you to them, helpless and horny in your tights, ready for them to do whatever they choose with you. Et voila!”

Superman’s mouth fell open. “You really are a diseased maniac, Luthor. Well, I’m sorry to have to disappoint you and your guests, but your plan has failed – I’m not helpless and horny in my tights. Huh? Why… why did I say that?”

The assembled men all laughed at him. Superman’s eyes widened. Something wasn’t right.

“Get on your knees, Superman,” said a blonde young man with a wry smile on his face. “You shouldn’t be stood up in our company. Kneel, Man of Steel. Kneel.”

He shook his head. “I don’t kneel for anyone. This sick game ends now. The Kryptonite didn’t work.”

Again, the men laughed at him, and this time Luthor joined in. “Great, isn’t he?” he chuckled. Superman began to feel very uneasy.

“Why are you laughing at me,” he said, and then wished he hadn’t, as the laughter increased.

“Look at you, Superman,” said the blonde guy, pointing at him, “stood there soaking wet and completely helpless in your tights and briefs! Just look at him! Oh man! This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen! You’re not a Man of Steel any more, Superman, you’re – you’re hilarious! Ha! Oh boy… Superman is hilarious!”

That was it. His cheeks reddening, Superman shook his head. “That’s enough. For your information, I’m certainly not helpless, and I’m not hilarious.”

Their laughter increased, some of the young men now doubled up as they jeered at him.

“And I suppose you’re not horny, either,” said Luthor, with a mischievous smile.

“Of course I’m not horny,” snapped Superman. “Uh. I Uhhh…”

Again, he felt unease. He’d never said the word ‘horny’ before, so why was he saying it now?

“I’m not horny, Luthor,” he said again, before he could stop himself. “I’m not helpless and I’m most definitely not horny… I’m not – stop laughing at me, all of you! I’m Superman!”

Some of them were now doubled up, pointing at him and howling with mirth. Never before had Superman been ridiculed like this.

Okay, if they wanted to laugh at him, fine. Let’s finish this, he thought. He moved to take hold of the blonde guy, who seemed like the ringleader.

“Okay, sir - I’ll show you how hilarious I am,” he said. “You won’t find me so funny when I put you in gaol. Your sick fantasy is over.”

Superman strode across and went to take hold him, but the blonde guy reached out one hand, and to the Man of Steel’s astonishment, it was he who was grabbed and firmly held.

“Huh? ​Whuh-what? Ugh!”

“You’re not taking me anywhere,” smiled the blonde. Playfully he mussed Superman’s hair. “My sick fantasy is just beginning. It’s like we keep telling you, you big Superbozo – you’re helpless, and you’re horny.”

Some of the others had grabbed him now as well. Superman tried to free himself, to shake them off, but he couldn’t!

“What is this,” he cried, “how are you doing this? Get off me! Unhand me! Let me go!”

“I told you, Superman,” said Lex, walking over to him, “mind over muscle. You’re a fine and strapping specimen in your tights, but you never stood a chance against a genius like me.”

“Now,” said the blonde guy, “I told you before, I won’t tell you again – kneel, Superman.”

“Ugh. I won’t! NO! Hnngh. Uh.” He tried to resist, but with them holding him so firmly he had no choice.

“Okay, I’ll kneel,” he growled, but even as he said this he was already on his knees. He looked up at them as they encircled him. “What have you done to me, Luthor? How is it these men are able to push me around like this?”

“Well,” said Lex, “the reason that you felt the effects of the Kryptonite stop, Superman, is because it had done its job. You’re not Super any more. It has removed your powers. I’ve changed you – taken them away from you, Superman.”

“What?! No! No! My powers – ”

Lex shook his head. “Are no more.”

Superman’s mind was racing as he tried to comprehend this. “But… but that means… I can’t get out of here… I’m… I’m a prisoner. T-trapped. Oh no. Luthor… Luthor, please! Think about what you’re doing. Restore my powers, please. The world needs me!”

“It’s a done deal. I couldn’t restore them even if I wanted to, Superman. You’ve retained your muscle, obviously…”

“Sure has,” said one guy, stroking his spandex-clad bicep, as Superman looked up in alarm. Two more of the men took this opportunity to squeeze his buttocks.

“… but right now you’re weaker than a normal human male. And although you’ll retain your fine musculature, whatever you do from now on, you always will be. You’re a weakling, now, Superman – a Super-weakling, in point of fact.”

Slowly it began to dawn on him just what Lex had done.

“A Super-weakling?” he repeated. “Th-that… that’s why you were all laughing at me. That’s what you meant… when you said I was h-h-helpless in my tights. So… it…it’s true… I… I really am… helpless… in my tights.”

This admission produced another bout of laughter from his captors as he knelt before them.

“I’m helpless in my tights... And the humiliation… my humiliation… that’s why you’re laughing at me too. I’m Superman, but you… just ordinary men… you’ve done this to me… you’ve taken away my powers.”

“Uh-huh. That’s right, Superman,” said the blonde guy, taking hold of his chin and making him look up at him. “You’re powerless and defeated, kneeling before us in wet spandex. In just your soaking wet tights and briefs. How do you think that makes you look, Man of Steel?”

Superman swallowed. “F-foolish. I… I look… foolish… and hilarious.”

“So you admit it then?”

“Yes. How can I not? I… I… I am hilarious. You’ve made me a laughing stock. Superman is a laughing stock now. I walked in here the most powerful man on Earth, and Luthor’s just clicked his fingers and changed me, made me into the weakest. Ooh. Oh god. No wonder you couldn’t stop laughing at me. There’s never been a defeat like it. I’m not a Man of Steel any more… I’ve been turned into something else… you’ve turned me into something laughable, Luthor. Ooh. I never even stood a chance. Oh god. I’m – I’m a weakling in tights. I’m – I’m pathetic. You’ve made me pathetic. It’s exactly as you said… Superman is now just a pathetic Super-weakling. I’m a Super-weakling. Oh god. I’m hilarious, just like you said – I’m just a hilarious weakling in my tights and briefs. Ooh.”

“Come on now, Superman,” said the blonde guy, grinning. He released Superman’s head. “There’s something else. Do you understand it yet?”

Superman slowly gazed down at his crotch. And there was the last piece of the puzzle.

His penis was rock hard; a bulging erection was standing excitedly in his tights and briefs.

“Oh! I’m horny,” he said breathlessly. “I’m… h-hard in my tights and briefs. Ooh. And saying that just made me harder still. You were right… I’m helpless and horny in my tights. All these things you’ve done to me, all this terrible humiliation… and it’s given me an erection! Oh!”

“Finally he gets it,” said Lex.

“D-dammit, Luthor – how did you do this to me? How did you make me hard?”

“It’s ‘Mr Luthor’ from now on, Superman – understand?”

He nodded slowly. This was so demeaning – and yet that only strengthened his arousal “Oh. Yes. Yes, sir, Mr Luthor. I understand, sir. That’s how I’ll address you from now on, sir. How... how did you get me so aroused, Mr Luthor, sir?”

“I just took away your powers, Superman. It stood to reason that being taken down and turned into a helpless, spandex clad stooge like this would turn you on. It’s the one thing you could never have. You must have fantasised about this, surely, Superman?”

“Ooh. A helpless… s-spandex clad s-stooge. No. Never.”

The blonde guy ran one playful finger over his s-shield and dragged Superman to his feet.

“I don’t believe you, Superman,” he said as the hero stood up. He grabbed him by his briefs and ran that same finger slowly across the former Man of Steel’s bulge, making him gasp. “Are you telling the truth?”

“Ah! AH! Oh… oh… n-n-no,” said Superman, giving in. “Oh god. My p-penis. You t-touched my penis! No, I’m n-not telling the truth. I’m l-lying. M-mr Luthor… Mr Luthor is correct. In my most private moments… I have f-fantasised about this. Me, Superman being defeated. Being completely at the mercy of villains who c-could do anything to me, weak and in my spandex… so unthinkable… just like you touching me in my t-tights just now. oh god, c-c-c-can’t believe I just told you that. Mm. And you c-called me a helpless, spandex clad stooge. Ooh.”

“You’re going to tell us everything from now on, Superman, understand. All your secrets.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, nodding vigorously. “I’ll tell you anything. Ooh. Oh god. All my s-secrets. Hnngh. Whuh-what… uuh what are you going to do to me? Now that you h-have me… helpless and horny and h-humiliated in my tights like… now that you’ve got me defeated, depowered and turned on… what are you g-g-g-going to do with me?”

“Well, for starters,” said the blonde, “I think we should take a closer look at your erection, don’t you, Superman?”

“Ooh,” he said. “Y-yes sir. Shall I… Shall I undo my b-belt and pull my b-briefs down, sir. Ooh. I’m S-superman – c-can’t believe I just said that… and it turned me on even more! Oh god… take my tights down, sir. Humiliate me further, please – it f-feels better than anything I’ve ever known.”

“Well, Superman,” said the blonde, “since you asked so nicely. I’ll do it. I’ll take your briefs down for you.”

He pressed the circle on Superman’s belt and it fell open.

“OOH!” gasped Superman. They took hold of his wet briefs and dragged them down his legs. “You’re t-taking my briefs down. I’m being stripped and I’m helpless. Oh God – you’re t-taking my briefs off! P-pulling them down my legs! Are you g-going to take my tights down too? Are my tights coming down?”

“Maybe,” said the guy, looking him in the eye. “Depends how you behave, Superman. Can you show us obedience?”

“Oh… y-yes, sir. I can be obedient. I have no choice now that I’ve been turned into a… a S-super-weakling. Ooh. I’ll obey you, sir. I’ll be Super-obedient. See how I’m g-g-grovelling? I’m Superman… Superman the... the pitiful, obedient, grovelling Man of Steel. Ooh! Mm. Whatever you tell me to do I’ll obey. What choice do I have? I’m nothing now. Hnngh.”

“Look, Superman,” said another guy, holding up his wet briefs and belt to the Man of Steel’s face. “We took your panties down, didn’t we?”

“Ooh. Yes. Yes, sir you did.”

“Say it, Superman. Those exact words. Tell us what we did to you.”

“Oh. S-so humiliating!”

“Do it!”

“Yes sir! You… you took… oh god… you took my panties down! You pulled my panties down! Oh… can’t believe I said that. I’m Superman… and I just had my wet briefs – I mean panties – pulled down. You’ve stripped me, Superman, of my panties. Mmmm… and now you’re making me s-s-say it! You’re making me say it! You took my panties down! Never f-felt so humiliated! Or so h-horny! Oh… oh… are you g-going to take my tights down now, as well as my panties?”

He didn’t have to wait long for the answer.

“Okay, Superman, you big bozo. Let’s peel you out of your tights. Just like a big fucking banana. And have you got a big banana waiting for us in here, you fucking idiot?”

“Ooh. Ooh. Pull them down… and you’ll see,” said Superman breathlessly. “Pull my tights down and you’ll f-find out if I’ve g-got a big b-banana in my t-tights. Ooh. Making myself sound such an idiot… in front of you, Mr Luthor… and it t-t-turns me on even more! MMM!”

There were a few low whistles as his quivering cock sprang free from his blue tights, which along were now pulled down to his knees.

“Aah,” he gasped, as one of them took hold of his cock. “I’m erect! I’ve imagined this so many times… n-never thought it could happen! Never even thought I could admit it to myself, and yet here I am: Superman, brought down for good! You’ve taken my powers away, made me a laughing stock… and now you’ve made me show you my erection, so you know how hot it’s making me. I don’t have to be a hero anymore… I’m no longer a Man of Steel… Mr Luthor took it all away from me and now I’m just a m-m-man in t-tights and b-briefs… w-waiting to see wh-what you’re g-going to do with me n-next! HNNNGH! MMM!”

“Come on,” commanded the grinning blonde. “Grab his arms and legs. I’ll keep hold of this. Let’s take him to the bedroom in his wet house spandex. Don’t worry, Superman – we’re going to explore every inch of your body. Everything you’ve ever imagined is going to come true.”

“Ooh,” he whimpered as they lifted him up. “I’m helpless… helpless and horny in my tights… so humiliated… but it feels so good. The humiliation… you’re doing this to me, to Superman. You’ve humiliated Superman! Oh god… Uhhhhh!”

“Trust me, Superman – if you think we’ve humiliated you so far, you ain’t seen nothing yet…”

Lost in ecstatic arousal, their hands probing his body, Superman closed his eyes and surrendered to the lust that now ruled him.

Happy #ThrobbingThursday…!

SUPERMAN: INTO THE WICKER MAN

Chapter Four: Temptation In His Tights

Using his powers, Clark was able to quickly wash and dry his uniform, heating soapy water in the old bathtub and scrubbing the bright spandex. Soon it was pristine once more, and he pulled on his tights and tunic, proudly noting how they framed his body, and then tucked in his cape. Dressed thus, he lay down on the bed to wait for Tam to return with his briefs, alone now with just his thoughts.

He’d never let anybody else take a part of his uniform away from him before; he could only imagine what Jor El would make of his predicament. Yet it had been necessary to maintain his cover. In fact, now he considered it, he felt rather proud of his quick thinking. After all, it had never occurred to him that he would have to account for why Clark Kent didn’t wear underpants; he had never anticipated a situation in which this fact might come to light.

‘I only hope Tam doesn’t notice the belt loops on my briefs,’ he murmured out loud. ‘What would I tell him if… oh!’

Clark looked down in surprise, to find his cock standing ramrod stiff to attention in his tights!

‘Oh! What in the name of… what’s happening to me? An erection – again? Just like before, when I thought about…’

Once more, Tam’s face came to his mind’s eye, and Superman recalled the lad’s searing gaze, staring at him so deeply, as if he could see his very soul.

‘My briefs… Tam’s got my briefs… and I’m hnngh… hard… Hard in my tights. Want to touch it so badly, and yet I m-mustn’t…’

The air in the room seemed hot and heavy, charged with lust, and as he gazed at his cock, throbbing away in his tights, Superman felt a temptation more desperate than he had ever known. His hand ached to clutch it, to do what he had never allowed himself to do. All his Kryptonian training, passed down to him to deal with such a situation, no longer seemed to matter or feel important.

‘Oh… I… I want to… could I? Would it… would it be so bad?’

He was trying so hard to fight it, yet as he watched a small damp spot appear on the blue spandex that bound his splendid erection, Superman could stand it no longer. This strange place, this somewhat eerie room in an Inn in the middle of nowhere… none of it made sense, and suddenly all he knew was that he, Clark, Superman, the Man of Steel, was alone and he wanted release – the release he had always denied himself. In a heartbeat, one trembling hand reached for his penis and he let out a moan as he touched it, gripping his spandex-clad shaft.

‘Huhhhhhhhhh! Hah! Hah!’

Just then, a knock at the door made him sit bolt upright in bed, and he released his cock as if it were a scalding hot coal.

‘It’s me, Clark.’ Tam’s voice came from outside the door as he knocked.

To Superman’s horror, he saw the latch rise and the door begin to open. In another moment Tam would enter the room; the lad would see not Clark Kent, but Superman, stretched out on the bed with a raging erection, and caught just as he had been about to do something about it!

Never had he brought his Super-speed to bear with such precision. In the blink of an eye, he shot across the room, put on his glasses, threw on the bathrobe, and closed the door to the bathroom, where he had left his red boots.

Such was his haste that it was as though a gust of wind had struck Tam in the face. The lad pushed the door open and stood blinking in surprise.

‘Aye… certainly some strange winds around today,’ he said softly.

‘Uh, yes,’ said Clark, pushing his glasses up his nose. ‘I guess it is a little drafty in here.’

His cock was still hugely erect, and he had to hunch over slightly, so that this was not obvious beneath the dressing gown.

Tam looked thoughtfully at him. ‘Dinnae worry, Clark. I’ll make sure you’re nice and warm.’

‘Oh,’ said Clark, his voice shaking slightly as he looked at the boy. ‘You s-sure do think of everything, Tam.’

‘Aye. Aye, I do.’ Tam’s gaze slowly went to Clark’s feet. ‘Oh. Those are nice socks, Clark.’

Superman looked down and cursed himself inwardly. In his arousal and haste, he had forgotten that his tights were still visible below the dressing gown! How could he have been so foolish? Now Tam was staring, though he did not know it, at the tights-clad feet of Superman. Another intimate part of his persona was being exposed to a complete stranger, totally beyond his control. And to his horror, dimly he realised this was adding to his excitement; his erection was twitching in response to his predicament.

‘Oh!’ he breathed. ‘Uh. Yes. Thank you Yes,. I… I… I… like blue… blue socks.’

Tam laughed softly. ‘But the socks you gave me to wash were black, Clark!’

‘Yes. Uh. Yes, they were.’

Tam shook his head. ‘You’re a funny wee man, aren’t you, Clark?’

‘Oh.’ Clark swallowed. Again, the air between them seemed charged and potent. ‘Yes, Tam. Yes… I guess I am… a funny wee man.’

No, he thought to himself. I’m not a “funny wee man” – I’m Superman. If only I could tell you. Part of me wants… oh! Part of me wants to let this robe drop right now and let you see me as I am… hard in my tights… oh! The world’s most powerful man is here in your Inn, in this remote place, and I’m hard in my tights! What would Tam say? How would he see me? But… but that would be… unthinkable! It would be terrible, awful, demeaning… wouldn’t it?

‘You okay there, Clark?’ asked Tam, softly. ‘You’re looking at me very intently there, fella. Everything all right?’

With a supreme effort, Clark mastered himself and came to his senses.

‘Uh… yes. Yes, Tam, thank you. I’ve just been wondering about how to begin my investigation. These missing lads.’

‘Great stuff,’ said Tam. ‘Well, everyone here on the island will be very grateful. You coming all this way to Summerisle to help a tiny wee community like ours. It’s uncommon kind of ye, Clark. There’s a few downstairs who are very eager to meet you.’

‘There are?’

‘Aye. So, on that note, let’s give you back your panties.’

‘My panties?’ said Clark in disbelief.

‘Sorry, big fella – I mean your briefs.’

To his relief, Clark saw that atop the pile of linen Tam was carrying were his red briefs. It would be so good to get them back again.

‘Gosh, thanks, Tam,’ he said. ‘That’s awesome of you. If you just wait while I get my wallet…’

‘Ach,’ said Tam, ‘don’t fuss, no need tae worry about that now. We can work something out later.’

‘But I insist,’ said Clark, ‘you’ve washed my clothes!’

‘Well, some of them,’ said Tam. ‘Your suit is still in the machine. But at least we’ve got your pants back – your briefs – so you can put your spare suit on and come down to dinner. And I thought it was a bit strange that you only brought the one pair of briefs with you…’ He looked up, and once again Clark felt that strange excitement as the lad’s dark eyes stared straight at his own. ‘…so I’ve brought you a couple of pairs of my own underpants.’

‘Whuh-what?’

Superman felt his penis twitch once again beneath the bathrobe; he could hardly believe what he was hearing. This stripling…this adonis – for he had begun to realise just how handsome Tam was – was offering him pairs of his own underwear to put on!

‘We can’t have you just with one pair of panties, now, can we, Clark?’

Why is he calling them “panties”, thought Superman, yet he did not speak.

Tam studied him, a slow, searching look as he moved closer.

‘So here, Clark… I’ve brought you some of my own. My own underpants.’

‘Your underpants, Tam,’ echoed Clark dumbly. ‘Me wearing… your… your underpants? I… ooh… I c-couldn’t p-possibly…’

‘Yes, you can, Clark,’ said Tam firmly. ‘I don’t know what folk do in Metropolis, but I can’t have you making one pair of panties last here. What will you do when they need washing?’

‘Well… I…’ said Clark. For the umpteenth time since arriving at this strange island, he felt his cheeks colouring. ‘I d-don’t know, Tam,’ he said at last.

‘Exactly. So say no more. Here are two pairs of my pants for you. Two clean pairs of briefs.’ Tam held them out to him. One of the garments was a pair of paisley y-fronted briefs, with a bright green trim. ‘These are a bit retro, I guess,’ said Tam with a smile. ‘But I think they’ll be just right for you – that colour suits you.’

‘Whuh-what,’ breathed Clark. ‘Why, I…’

And there he was, back once again in Luthor’s lair, as his nemesis slipped the Kryptonite chain over his head.

Luthor… when he gave me my necklace… I mean when he chained me, dammit…

‘It suits you, Superman,’ Lex had said, as the hero meekly inclined his head and allowed his foe to place the chain upon him, ‘the colour looks just perfect on you, Supe baby!’

He blinked, and saw Tam gazing at him.

‘And look,’ said the lad, ‘you’ll like this other pair: blue briefs – your favourite colour, Clark!’

And indeed, the boy was proffering a pair of smooth royal blue briefs with a navy trim.

‘Gee,’ said Clark, ‘I… I really don’t know what to say, Tam. This is too kind of you.’

His hand trembling slightly, Clark reached out and accepted the underpants. For a split second his fingertips brushed against Tam’s own, and it took all his self control not to make a sound, so intoxicating was that touch.

‘Do you like them,’ asked Tam, ‘are they all right, Clark?’

‘Yes, said Clark, hoarsely. ‘They’re v-very… um… very nice. Th-thank you.’

‘No problem, pal,’ said Tam. ‘Say… is everything okay, Clark – you’re hunched over a wee bit in your gown there?’

‘Uh… just the draft,’ said Clark, unconvincingly.

‘Aye… aye,’ nodded Tam. ‘Well, we’ll get some food and drink down ye; that’ll soon warm ye up. Here – ’

Tam tossed the red briefs at him. Wide-eyed, Clark just managed to catch them whilst holding the two pairs of Tam’s own underpants and clutching the bathrobe around himself.

‘Get your panties on and get dressed in your suit, and I’ll show you down to dinner.’

‘Gosh,’ said Clark, ‘thanks, Tam. You really are…’

‘Yup,’ said Tam with a grin, ‘I really am. C’mon now – get your pants on and let’s go eat.’

Clark stared at him. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘that is… I uh…’

Tam shook his head. ‘Fine. I’ll wait outside the door. I don’t know what you’re worried about though Clark.’ He held his gaze once more. ‘In the few hours since we met I’ve watched you piss yourself and I’ve washed your dirty panties for you. I don’t know what surprise you think you’ve got for me under there, big fella.’

The lad’s eyes fell to his waist, staring directly at where Superman’s cock was hard in his tights beneath the bathrobe, straining desperately.

If only he knew just what a surprise I have under here…

‘Uh… thanks, Tam,’ gasped Clark. He now needed this boy to be out of the room so he could clear his head. ‘But if you wouldn’t mind.’

‘Sure thing,’ said Tam, and went to leave. ‘I’ll be right outside the door.’

But before he could go, Clark looked down at his red briefs. And what he saw filled him with horror.

‘T-tam?’ he said. ‘I’m… I’m sorry… b-but these… these aren’t mine.’

The garment he held was indeed a pair of bright red briefs. But there was a designer label in the back – “Calvin Klein” – and most crucially, there were no belt loops. What he had been given was nothing more or less than an ordinary pair of red underpants.

‘What d’ye mean man,’ frowned Tam. ‘Of course they’re yours, Clark. Those are your panties, freshly washed and dried. See?’

‘No!’ cried Clark. ‘Gosh… gee… but you see… these aren’t my panties! I mean my briefs! These aren’t mine?’

‘Why?’ asked Tam. ‘What is it that makes you think they’re not yours, Clark? Is there something special about yours or something?’

And there it was: he was trapped. For how could he tell Tam that he knew very well these were not his briefs, as he was Superman, and the loops for his world famous yellow belt were absent?

Clark stood trying to think of a way out, but no solution presented itself.

‘Well?’ asked Tam. ‘What could possibly make you think these aren’t your panties? Plain red briefs, that’s what you gave me, right? Or am I wrong?’ He looked wryly amused. ‘Was there something special about your panties, Clark?’

Superman had no choice. Wide-eyed and a little fearful, he shook his head.

‘No Tam. You’re not wrong. It… it’s me. I… I was wrong. N-nothing special about my panties… uh…my briefs. Nothing at all. Just… just plain red briefs. I was mistaken. These… these are mine. Of… of course they are.’

‘You funny wee man,’ laughed Tam. ‘You’re a real character, Clark! I’ll leave you to it. Get those panties on now, and let’s get you some food.’

‘Y-yes,’ said Superman, numb with shock and astonishment. ‘I’ll… I’ll get my panties on.’

As the door closed, the enormity of what had happened washed over him. He took off the bathrobe and let it fall to the ground around his ankles. Placing Tam’s two pairs of underwear on the bed, Superman crossed the room and opened the bathroom door, where he stood and gazed at his reflection.

‘I’ve… I’ve handed over my briefs,’ he said out loud, ‘I’ve lost a sacred part of my uniform and in return all I have to wear… is a pair of red underpants.’

He thought of the word that Tam kept using, and unbidden, he found himself saying:

‘Panties. That’s what these are. I’ve lost my briefs… I gave them away willingly… and the only option I have left now is to wear panties over my tights. I, Superman, am going to have to put on a pair of red panties. How… how could I have let this happen?’

Yet more than all of this was another terrible, shaming truth. For as Superman continued to gaze at his reflection, holding the designer underwear for which he had traded his briefs, within his tights his cock remained stiff as a board and tingling with excitement. And the small moist point where he’d wet his tights with pre-cum was now a large patch of darkened blue, with foaming white specks upon its surface.

‘Ooh,’ murmured the Man of Steel. ‘Hnngh. What have I done?’