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It was late that night when Ronin finally got home, carrying the bag of evidence in his left hand. He made it up the stairs and unlocked his door without noticing the bag, but when he started to sit down in his recliner, he noticed the bag and tossed it onto the couch in disgust. Hell, he should have taken that to the lockers, checked it in! Disruption in the chain of evidence could get the case tossed out!
Hell with it, too late, he was not going to go out and get back in the car and drive back to the station. He'd take the bag back to the car in the morning and into the station and claim it never left his car from the crime scene. Even if he never took it in, there was plenty enough to lock that creep up for life.
They had the testimony of the son, though tearful and wanting his father (the man who had been molesting him) and threatening that he'd be rescued by Superman who would wreak a dreadful vengeance on them (even though "Superman" had been his father, wearing the costume and a silicone mask/wig, who'd pretended to be the hero while banging his own son).
They also had the videos the man had made of himself fucking his own son as Superman, they had the data from the internet of the videos being uploaded to the pervert sites which had alerted the police to his existence (one video had shown enough to let them locate the man). This is how Ronin had come across the case, he'd been assigned to the Vice Squad and his own son's love of Superman had caused him to search for men using the comic-book superhero as part of their seduction; a mild avenue he'd thought, but then those videos and fan-stories and weirdo sites had popped up, and he'd found himself with a new mission in his life, to catch these perverts and lock their blue-and-red costumed asses up! This arrest had been his first of what he hoped would be many such victories.
Sure, they could take the bastard down without the contents of the bag. As if thinking of the bag as he looked at it had physical effect, for the bag tilted over to lie down on the couch cushion, partially spilling its contents. The Superman costume, and the mask/wig. He'd taken this bag from the man's closet and carried it out to his car and with the loop still over one arm, driven directly home without thinking (weariness after a long stakeout) and now here it was in his own home.
Well...it'd make a Hell of a memento of the arrest; with its value as evidence destroyed, he could keep it as a souvenir. Maybe even wear it for this coming year's Halloween party!
Though not that mask. That was creepy. A man shouldn't be able to put on another man's face like that! In the videos, he'd looked just like Superman, though a slim and weak one.
Ronin flexed his own tremendous bicep in some satisfaction. He'd look a hell of a lot more like Superman than that weirdo in the costume. He had a massive chest, broad arms, full-bodied waist, powerful legs. His face wasn't Superman's, he had a shaved head and compensated for that with a lush mustache and beard around his lips and over his chin. Put on that costume and mask/wig, and he'd look just like Superman!
Also in the bag was a DVD, a backup file perhaps of the perverted sexual sessions. He put the DVD into his home computer and let the autostart play the video it contained.
Watched the action in some disgust, that made his stomach tickle oddly. It showed the man getting into the costume.
He wasn't sure why, but he hit "Pause" and started to undress himself. He'd worn his policeman's uniform home, not that unusual for him when he'd put in a late night. He took off the big Sam Browne belt and laid it on the couch and then unfastened his badge and laid it beside it. He then started work on the rest of the uniform, first the heavy jackboots, then the stern black shirt. Once he was stripped down to his jockstrap, he emptied the bag and pulled out the famous blue, red and yellow uniform of the superhero. Paused, then stripped off his jockstrap as well, he wanted to know how this very-soft superhero material felt on his body, and the man in the video hadn't worn anything under the red trunks. He hesitated at the mask/wig, but put it on and found the fit amazingly comfortable and the bottom hid inside the blue top of the costume easily, forming an invisible fit.
Done, he walked over to the mirror on the wall and looked at himself, and Superman looked back at him. Turned and looked at his three-quarter profile. "I make a hell of a nice Man of Steel." he told himself. "Lot better than that creep we locked up tonight." It was strange, looking at this stranger in the mirror. Except for the build of his body, he didn't look anything like himself. He LOOKED like Superman, an admittedly handsome hunk of man. If he were gay, he'd be drooling at the man he saw in the mirror, no wonder the boys who thought Superman was in their rooms would be so willing....
Which reminded him of the DVD still on pause. He walked back and put the DVD on play and the scene resumed, quickly cut out and a new one started, the one where the man's son first came into the room and saw his hero. "Superman!" the boy cried out in joy and ran to embrace his hero.
Ronin watched as the "Superman," trying to suck in his pot belly, carried the boy in his arms over to the nearby bed and sat the boy in his lap and proceeded to fondle the eager lad. Touched by his hero intimately, the boy only smiled, laughed, moaned as the man's fingers caught the young boy tool and began to stroke it.
Ronin's hand, unheeded by the man intent on the video, reached and fondled his own stiff tool. He didn't realize the emotions he was stirring by doing so, he was so focused, revolted, by the activities on the screen that he didn't even hear the small footprints that came up behind him, didn't see the little face peering at the stranger watching the video on the computer.
Ronin saw the Superman on the video as he took out his cock and offered it to his son. He'd not watched this video for this long before, only long enough to know its general content, and now he saw the boy agree eagerly and reach for the large organ, to tacke it in his mouth at the man's request, begin to suck the large, stiff pole of the man he thought was his hero but was in fact his own son! His hand caught hold of his now-pulsing prick in the red trunks and held it tight, squeezing it as he moaned in his need.
"Superman?" came the timid voice from behind him.
Ronin spun around in his astonishment as the sounds of male enjoyment pulsed behind him. "Kevin?"
"Uh-huh." his son said. Kevin was an adorable tot of five years' age, with the dark brown hair of his father's beard and mustache, who stood rubbing one eye with his fist, the other hand holding a worn teddy bear, dressed in a one-piece sleeper decorated with dump trucks.
"Kevin, I, I...." Ronin's hand at his cock moved to quickly cover his rigid state from his son.
"What are you doing here, Superman?" Kevin asked. "Watching something on our computer?"
"Uh, uh, yes, I was just..." Ronin realized what was going on and quickly moved to stop the video, but his fingers hit the wrong keys and at first the sound was increased substantially.
"Oh, oh, Superman, oh, you taste so good!" the boy on the video was saying, then the sound cut out as Ronin's traitor fingers found the right keys, and then the muted video cut out as the son plunged down again over the hard cock of his disguised father.
"What were you watching?" Kevin wanted to know.
"It's...It's a case I've been working on."
"That wasn't you in the video." Kevin was sure.
"Oh, no, no, it wasn't." Ronin said.
"He was an impos... Impos...."
"Imposter, yes." Ronin agreed.
"What was that boy doing?"
"The imposter had convinced the boy he was Super--, he was me, and the boy thought he was doing something really nice for Superman." Ronin explained. God, his cock was throbbing under his hand.
"That man was bad." Kevin decided.
"Yes, yes, he was."
"But he liked what that boy was doing for him?"
"Yes. He liked it very much." Ronin stammered.
"Would you like it very much, too, Superman?"
Boys are filled with questions at Kevin's age. Ronin had learned to go ahead and answer the question whatever it was, saying he was too young for an answer just made him want to know more and then he'd ask anybody he could until he got an answer. "Yes, any man would love for a boy to do that for him."
"Is that why you got a stiff weiner like the man in the video, Superman?"
"Yes, it is." Ronin admitted. He let his hand fall away from his bulge, it wasn't hiding anything of importance anyway, the thick dong inside was defeating the efforts of a mere hand to hide its light under a bushel. The bulge in the red trunks was glaringly obvious, the material of this suit was so soft, yet so form-fitting. The man had spent some serious bucks on it, beyond a doubt.
"Oh." Kevin usually ended a row of questions with that and Ronin relaxed, when the next questin hit him.
"Superman?"
"Yes, son?" Oops, he'd slipped. But Kevin didn't notice.
"Would you like me to do that for you?"
"I...uh...." Damn it, why couldn't his mouth shape the word "no?" "Uh, I, uh, uhhhh...." Come on, use the tongue to make the "n" sound then let it go slack and pucker your lips, and the word "no" would be made, that was all it took, so then why.... "Aah-huh?"
His son had dropped to his knees and slid his mouth over the triangular bulge in the red trunks and fastened his lips onto it. He now had a fairly firm hold on his daddy's cock through the trunks and was working it up and down.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh, stuh..., stuh..., st..., sssssss..." he couldn't say the word "stop" now, either! What the fuck was wrong with him? He tried another word with the letter "s" starting it. "Son, son, what are you doing?"
"Don't you like it, Superman?" Kevin asked, lifting up his angelic face to look into his hero's eyes.
"I, uhhh, yes, but..., buh..., buh...." Shit, what was wrong with him today?
"Can I take it out and taste it?" Kevin asked. "Like the boy in the computer?"
"Taste it, oh, ohhhhh!" Ronin moaned. "I...I don't know..."
"Come on, Superman, just one taste, okay?"
"Oh, ohhhh."
Kevin must have taken the moans as "Okay," because he grinned and began pulling at the red trunks. The little yellow belt was decorative only, and the red trunks's soft material slid down easily, and Ronin's prong bounced back and forth as it was freed from the material.
"Ooh, that's a nice one." Kevin observed. "Bigger than the one in the computer."
"Hah, hah, hah!" Ronin breathed. "Yeah, it is."
"I bet it tastes better, too." Kevin went on.
"I, uh, ahhhh-ahhhh!" His son's soft lips had closed over his dong and Ronin was in an agony of bliss. His whole body shuddered at the feeling of the sweet, boyish lips as he loved on his prod, he couldn't think of a time a blow-job had felt better. Even Kevin's mother (now departed these two years) who had loved her husband in an almost worshipful fashion, hadn't done as good as their progeny now was doing! "Ahhh, that's good, son, that's good!"
"Mmmmmh!" Kevin's lips slid up the shaft and sucked all the way off the glans with an audible "pop!" "It does taste good!"
"Oh, ohhh, ohhh!" Ronin was lost to his need. "Do it again, again!" he groaned.
The velvet moist lips again slid down his prong.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh!" Ronin gasped.
"Mmmmmh." Kevin hummed all the way up as he again pulled the foreskin up over the majestic bulb of the cockhead, and again a "pop" signaled his lips departing from the turgid dong.
"Ohhh, ohhh, don't stop, baby, do it again, and don't let go, please, do it again and don't let go!" Ronin babbled. "Come on, baby, you can do it, taste it again and more, more!"
"Mmmh!" Kevin's lips sank over his father's cock and began to move up and down and now both directions won moans of desire and need from Ronin's lips.
"That's it, do it like that, and do it faster, now, faster." Ronin nattered. He was beyond carnig about consequences, he wanted his son's lips bobbing on his cock and he wanted it faster and he was going to fucking come soon! "Faster, baby, faster."
Kevin's little head was moving rapidly, his little face's features a portrait of a boy in bliss, he was loving on his idol, his hero, his fantasy made real! His small hand came up and cupped the fat balls and that touch drove Ronin even more insane in his passion! He responded by grasping the small head with both hands and taking over the speed of his son's sucking on his prick, he forced the little face to move back and forth with a roughness borne not of malice but of delight, he was blind to everything but his need to get off, to shoot his spunk hot and hard, to fill his son's mouth with all the thick creamy juice that boiled in his nutsack!
Kevin choked a time or two but otherwise did not protest as his father's hands forced him to suck at an accelerated pace, as the thick rod heated in his mouth and drove into his tonsils as Ronin forced him to suck deeper and deeper, never slowing down the tempo, but making the boy move the more, driving his cock down his son's gullet, and now the gagging had stopped; Kevin had learned how to overrule the reflex, to let his father slam into his very depths so that the thick red balls slapped his chin at every stroke.
"Guh, uh, I'm coming, now, coming. Going to shoot my load into your throat, son, take it, take it for me, take it all!" Ronin guttered.
"M-mh, muh-m-mh! [Okay, Superman]." Kevin replied with a mouth and throat full of hot dong.
"Coming, coming, AH-HAH-AHH, GUH-UHHHHH!" Ronin unleashed a thick, manly geyser of spooge that flooded his son's mouth to full and overflowing. Kevin gulped as best he could, but there was too much of it and it flowed to fill every available space including the passage up to his sinuses, more pumped in to squeeze out what was already there and Kevin's nostrils burst forth with the overflow, hot spunk drooling out each nostril, and more exploded around his lips where they met the shaft, and the boy gagged, gulped again and more flowed in and more flowed from his nostrils and lips and he gulped a third time and Ronin's moans eased and the boy swallowed a fourth time and was again the master of his own head for the man's hands slid from their grip and he lifted up and coughed and come dripped from his nose and he snorted and the man-goo flowed from the nostrils more freely, snorted more and the globs broke free and fell onto the floor. Coughed and said, with a smile, "Wow, Superman, that was awesome!"
"Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh!" Ronin panted. "It sure was!"
Kevin giggled. "You do taste good, Superman!" he said. "I drank a whole lot of it and there was still more. It came out my nose!"
"It sure did." Ronin smiled and his hand reached over to rustle the thatch of hair on the boy's head, Kevin giggled the more at his hero's touch. "Now, why don't you go get in bed? I'm sure your Daddy will be home very soon."
"I hope so." Kevin said. "He works so much, I don't see him much as I'd like." Ronin wasn't neglecting his son, he had the next-door neighbor, an elderly stay-at-home woman who Kevin could call on as he needed and who fixed his son dinner and breakfast if he wasn't home. The boy had school as well, with after-hours daycare there if he needed it. Kevin was a good, obedient son as well, not inclined to cause trouble. He didn't this time as well, just reached for a hug from Superman, who gave it to him, then a kiss and Ronin tasted the spunk on his boy's lips and licked them when he finished the kiss. Kevin giggled at this and sucked on Ronin's tongue in response, Ronin ruffled his son's hair again and patted his butt as the boy scampered off to slumber once more.
He got up, feeling weary, and pulled the trunks up over his now-flaccid manhood and staggered to his own bedroom's bathroom. Looked into the mirror and Superman looked back.
"You are one sick bastard!" he told the face in the mirror. "Making your own son suck your dick! Sick, I tell you, sick!" He ripped off the mask/wig and beheld his own countenance with disgust. "You are one sick son of a bitch!" he declared. "Get out of this stupid-ass Superman suit and never put it on again!"
He went back to the living room, gathered up his policeman's uniform and went to his bedroom, stripped out of the costume and stuffed it back into its bag and threw it in his closet along with his dirty uniform. Now nude and totally himself again, he crawled into bed. "Sick, sick, sick!" he mumbled to himself, but slumber stole over his work-weary body before he could say or do anything more.
His alarm clock was one that, once set, could only be silenced once per day, it went off at its usual time to awake him for his next day's duty. His own son would not be up for another hour, he looked in and saw his boy sleeping, his thumb in his mouth, the teddy bear sprawled on the floor where it had fallen as the boy moved in his sleep. He went in and picked up the teddy and slid it under his son's arm, which tightened on his bear without waking. Placing a soft kiss on the small forehead, he gritted his teeth and got out of there. "I'm so sorry, son." He said when he was well out of earshot of his son. "I don't know what happened, but I'm never doing that again to you, I promise."
He got to his job and tried to concentrate on his duties but they only reinforced his anxieties. His entire squad was focused on the link between the superhero Superman and the victims, and he saw again and again the faces of the children and the men who pretended to be the hero, read the fantasies and stories they wrote for each other. And there were more videos like the one he had at home in his computer (more tainted evidence) to watch and evaluate, look for identifying glimpses like the one that had led to the arrest of the night before. Again and again he watched while men dressed like Superman (like he had been the night before) as they seduced their sons or other boys, while they fucked the small asses, while the boys cried out in joy (every time!) at the lusty ramming they were getting. God, his cock was so hard again! Just watching these videos. And he had to do it all day long!
He cursed himself as a pervert the entire way home and swore again that he'd never touch his son like that again.
He heard the sounds of male moaning as he opened the door. He walked softly over to the living room and looked in. His son was watching the video from the DVD he'd left in the computer! Hell! He should have taken that thing out and broken it in two! His son was gazing rapt as "Superman" fucked the boy who was being bounced back and forth on the bed, his young voice crying out as he was rammed, "Oh, oh, yes, fuck me, Superman, fuck me, please!"
Ronin looked at the images and at the way his son was entranced by the action and felt a thick, goatish lust rising up in him. He did not alert his son to his presence, instead he walked on by the living room and into his bedroom. Undressed and, nude, put on the Superman costume once again. Pulling on the mask, he felt like he was a new man, one divorced from the policeman/single father, and that everything in his world was in place and it was good, better than good, he was horny as hell, and he knew just what to do about it!
He walked into the living room and said in a booming voice, "Hello again, Kevin!"
Kevin turned around and gasped, then shouted in welcome, "Superman!"
He jumped down from the chair and into his father's/Superman's arms, and Ronin kissed his son all-out with his fat male tongue crammed into his son's willing mouth and he ferried his boy to his room, dropped him on the covers with the little head nestled on his pillow.
Kevin watched as his hero removed his yellow belt and pulled down the red trunks and blue tights to reveal his nude hairy body from waist to nearly the knees. Prominent in this reveal was his angry manhood, reddened glans and fat balls covered in dark brown hair. "Hand me that Vaseline from inside the nightstand." Ronin ordered. "Then pull those clothes off."
Kevin obeyed, the Vaseline had been necessary for Ronin when his wife had been alive and hadn't been touched since, it was two-thirds full. He scooped out a thick wad of the salve and applied it to his throbbing member, until it was a gray pole laden with Vaseline. His son had been busy as well and was now a naked, pink bundle of happy boy laid out before him.
"Are you going to fuck me now, Superman?" Kevin asked.
"Damned right I'm going to fuck you!" Ronin growled as he crawled onto the bed on his knees and waddled up between those splayed-out legs. "Lift them up." he commanded as he held out his hands and Kevin happily placed one heel in each palm. Ronin pulled his son's small body up until the little buttocks were aligned with his pulsing cockhead. He pushed his hips forward until the head kissed the little sphincter and Kevin breathed as he felt the large dong knocking at his back door.
"Do it, Superman." He sighed. "Fuck me hard with your supercock."
"Hell, yeah!" Ronin rumbled and he pushed at his son's ass.
Kevin gasped then yelped as the hard dick pushed into his asshole. "Oh, oh, oh!"
"Hold still, damn it!" Ronin snarled. "Got to get it into you first."
"Oh, oh, oh!" But Kevin held still.
A convulsive thrust by Ronin's hips and the huge prong plowed into his son's ass. Kevin convulsed as well, as his entire body writhed in his father's grip. "Oh, oh, Superman, it hurts." He groaned.
"Won't hurt for long." Ronin told him and pushed in harder. Kevin only moaned as the thick length followed the glans inside his body and his little form became limp and compliant.
Ronin's reaction was the opposite, the feel of the soft virginal butt around his pud was enough to galvanize him into action. He growled and his hips began to pump at the young boy's ass, no gentle preliminaries or considerate strokes, just hammer at the butt with all he had!
Kevin's little body was rocked back and forth with the force of the thrusts, his head nodded up and down each time his father's cock slammed into him and was pulled out once more, as the superhero-clad muscled body humped the faster at his son, the motions were enough to make the bed squeal angrily as the springs were forced down and released, and the squeaks were in synch with the boy's bobbing head, as if the neck itself were going, "squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!"
"Ah, ah, hah, yeah, hot ass, hot ass!" rumbled Ronin as he pounded his son's butt. "Good ass, boy, good ass, yeah, uh, uh, uh!"
"Oh, oh, Superman!" Kevin gasped. "Oh, it feels, oh, oh, oh!"
"You like it, little boy?" Ronin asked his son with a feral snarl on his face. "You like my hard super-powered cock fucking your tender little ass?"
"Oh, yes, Superman, yes, I like it, I like it! Oh, oh, OH, OH, OH!" Kevin was shaken by a little-boy orgasm as he was hammer-fucked by his father's hard cock. "Oh, oh, Superman!"
Ronin let go of one foot and with only one leg held high, he continued to ram his son's little ass. "God, what a great fuck!" He groaned as his passion grew within him. "I swear I could fuck this little ass all...night...long! AGH-AH-AH-HOOOH!" He was slammed by his own orgasm that assailed him unaware with no buildup, just loving the fuck one moment and the next he was a human fountain shooting ropes of hot, white love-lava into his son's pulsing ass. "Guh, uh uh, uh!" He panted as his climax slowed and he felt the threads of his spent jizz squelching out of the little bunghole as he continued to move his prick in and out, the jism drooling down the buttocks to make wet splats on the bedsheets beneath.
"Oh, damn that was hot!" Ronin moaned as he released his son's well-fucked body and followed it onto the bed, managing to roll over to lie on his back by his son's side. "Really fucking hot!"
"That was great, Superman!" Kevin said as he climbed to rest his young body's chest on top of Ronin's so he could look into his hero's eyes. "Just as great as it looked in that video!"
"You liked it, eh?" Ronin panted. "You wore Superman out with that hot little butt of yours."
"Yeah, my butt is Kryponite." giggled Kevin. "Made you all weak."
"Sure did." Ronin chuckled. "You're my Kryptonite."
Kevin looked at Ronin's erection, still stiff despite expending so much into his ass, and he quickly crawled down and sucked the tool into his mouth. Ronin groaned, thinking the boy was about to try to suck him off again (not right now!), but the boy simply cleaning the rod (now shrinking into flaccidity) of all the spunk it held on its glans and returning to his superhero's face.
"I love you, Superman." he said simply. "I love you almost as much as I love my daddy."
"Superman loves you, too." Ronin groaned.
"Can you stay the night with me?" Kevin begged. "My daddy is staying out so many nights now, and it gets scary in here all by myself."
"Well, I wouldn't worry that much about it." Ronin said. "If your daddy can't be here at night, you'll sure have me to keep you company." With his new-found notoriety at the station due to the busts he'd recently accomplished, he could easily make Detective, then ask for transfer to the Forensics branch. Then he would apply for lessened hours at the office for "family reasons" so he could start staying home more.
Of course, Kevin wouldn't need to know any of that, just that if Daddy "had to work late," Kevin could now expect to have a superpowered babysitter with him instead!
THE END
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