This year, he had chosen Superman as his target.

With the new movie out, he had seen the costumes hanging on the racks months in advance. Like sets of tight pajamas, they were ready for little boys to climb into at night. There was something almost old-timey about the new ones. He had even bought one just to keep in his closet. He had no little boy to fill it though.

He was in his thirties, living out of an RV, constantly moving. Halloween was his favorite holiday for so many reasons. Seeing all of the little kids in their costumes was reward enough. It made him wish for a house of his own just to hand the candy out and see them.

Cute little boys and girls knocking on doors, talking to strangers, getting candy. It was all so perfect.

This year, he would be Lex Luthor, rich mastermind trying to make his grand schemes happen and, at the same time, find a way to defeat Superman. In the comics and movies, Lex never won. But, when this man decides to tell a tale, things work out a little differently for the super heroes and the super villains.

It was nine o'clock, Halloween night.

The neighborhood wasn't the best, but not the worst. Some undeveloped plots, secluded spots, empty houses. But lots of kids on dark streets.

Dressed in a suit and with a polished bald head, the man strolled the darker streets with his candy bag. It didn't take him long to spot his arch nemesis without backup.

The boy was seven years old, he guessed. As he passed through the last street-light on the road, Lex Luthor could tell that Superman was not wearing the store-bought costume he had been hoping for. This one was wearing a pair of off-color blue tights and a long sleeved shirt with the Superman logo stitched on like a patch. Over the tights, a pair of all-red Superman Underoos hugged onto his hips. It even had the S over his crotch. The cape was hand-made too.

He watched as the little Superman marched down to the last few houses on the road, getting ever closer to the dead end and away from the street lamp. As the boy came back from the last house, dejected from not having anyone answer, the man stepped forward, holding something behind his back.

"Who are you?" The boy asked.

"Hello Superman," the man said in his deepest voice.

Immediately, the boy puffed out his chest, pretending to be buff. "Who are you?!" He said it in his best Super voice.

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex Luthor? What are you up to this time?" He demanded, pointing a finger at the stranger.

Lex Luthor laughed at the small Superman before he pulled out a blinking, plastic crystal that glowed green. "I came to show you Kryptonite!"

The boy fell to one knee dramatically, flailing his arms. "Not Kryptonite!"

"Yes!" Lex said, though his acting voice was faltering. He approached the boy on one knee and put it close to his face. "You are getting weak now. Even I could take you!"

"Never!" The boy pretend struggled to rise, to fight back, but Lex Luthor intercepted him by grabbing his arm.

"You have lost, Superman! And you are mine!" Quickly glancing around to make sure no-one was looking, Lex spun the boy around, grabbed him up by his waist, and ran with him, stifling his objections with his free hand.

Superman kicked and screamed, but he was as weak as a seven-year old child.

The man snuck him into an old lot, overgrown with bushes and trees. It only had one building on it: a small shed. No one could hear muffled yelling as the stranger ran through the tall grass and slipped inside.

A single light hung on the ceiling which flickered on as he released the boy's mouth. "Let me go!" he yelled, but the man ignored him as he slapped a padlock where the slidebolt would go. The Superman lookalike kicked and flailed, hitting the man's legs and arms, but nothing broke the grip on him.

"Now I have you, Superman," Lex Luthor growled. He turned to show the boy his new prison. Shelves of old tools, cans, and boxes surrounded them. Brooms and shears and hoes were put up in corners. And in the center, just under the bare lightbulb, was a wooden work table. "You are in my lair now!"

The flailing boy was hefted up and dropped onto the table on his back. When he tried to heave himself back up, his arm felt caught. When he looked back, the man had a death grip on it and a rope tightly squeezed around his wrist. "No!" he yelled. Frantically, he reached with his free hand, but that too was snagged and tied. The kid even tried to use his feet to kick Lex Luthor, but Lex kept himself out of reach until he was ready to tie those down too.

Lex came around to the end of the table to look at his handywork. Seven-year old Superman in his home-made costume strained against the ropes that lightly held him down to the table. Hope was quickly fading as he realized that he was stuck. "You won't get away with this," he said finally, catching his breath.

"Ahh, but that's the thing, Superman. I will. I will get away with this." Lex slammed his hands on either side of the boy, smiling. "You are too weak to fight me. So I can do whatever I want."

The kid shook his head. "You are scaring me, mister. I don't like this game any more!"

"You shouldn't be meddling in the affairs of Lex Luthor then, Superman!"

"I'm not! My name is-"

"Silence!" His command hung in the room.

The boy followed that command.

"Now, I've learned something new about you Kryptonians." Lex put his open hand on the boy's chest, right over the emblem stitched on. "Maybe you don't even know it. Did you know that Superman's powers can be taken?"

The boy shook his head, scared out of his mind.

"Well, they can." Lex's hand slid down to the boy's stomach, rising and falling with the panicked intake of air. "You just have to know how. And if you cooperate, Superman, I won't have to kill you when I'm done!"

The Super boy struggled to keep his head up and see what was going on.

Lex let his finger catch onto the elastic at the kid's waist. He stretched out out as far as he could, glancing inwards to see the tiny lump in those tights. Lex licked his lips. And let it go with a sudden snap across the kid's stomach. He let out a yip of surprise, arching his back.

"Now, Superman, will you cooperate with me?"

The boy's entire body shook in fear. He managed a nod.

"Good. Let's get to work then."

Lex Luthor began at the boy's chest, roughly grabbing the old blue shirt and dragging it up to his neck. He laid a hand on the boy's chest, just over a nipple. "Look at how weak you've become..." he said, almost whispered it. His hand traced the boy's chest, from his soft pectoral to the ribs sticking out down to an innie belly button. He brought his face close, took a wiff of scared child. "Not bad..."

That hand continued, rolling over onto the underpants-clad crotch spread out for him. Superkid tried to close his legs, but the ropes wouldn't let him. And Lex cupped the boy from ass to dick. "You are so small," he gasped out, rubbing what felt like a tiny ball sack through the material with his thumb. "No more waiting."

Lex grabbed the boy's outside Underoos and began to pull them down. But his legs were spread too wide. So he untied one leg and held them together as he roughly pulled the boy panties down and let them hang around the bound ankle of his captive. "It is good that you aren't fighting back, Superman. I would have to take more drastic measures if you did." The voice of Lex Luthor wasn't even the same low voice. It was more natural.

The stranger returned to the top and peeled away the tights some mother had dressed the child in. Under that, little Superman wore nothing. "There we are," he growled as he tied the boy's free leg back into place. "You are quite the specimen, my little super hero." The scared child was bare in the autumn air. His balls were tight to his stomach, sucked all the way in for warmth. And a little cut boycock barely peeked out of his tummy. The boy couldn't see what was going on, but he felt it. A callous hand, starting at his bare foot, sliding its way upwards, past his knobby knee, up mid way on his thigh, then back down again.

"Do you know how super heroes lose their powers?" Lex finally asked.

The boy shook his head, then gasped as he felt the stroking hand envelop his tiny penis and balls.

"It gets sucked out of them."

Scared as the boy was tied to the table with nothing between him and jagged old wood being the cape his mom made for him, the hand on his undercarriage began to feel like a comfort. His little balls came back out and his shaft began to stiffen a bit. It felt strange, not like any other kind of rubbing he had had. The Super kid murmured, unable to contain that feeling.

"That's it, Superman." Two fingertips grasped the boy's shaft and began to pump away at him while the other stroked his balls and slid back underneath him. "Do you feel that?" He couldn't push back; the knots were too tight. But, just the same, every boy the stranger toyed with responded the same. The boy stood at a mere inch and a half of rock-hard boy candy. "There you are, Superman. Now we can get to work."

The boy groaned out as he felt the heat of his captor's mouth take his dick in and suck away. The feelings made him strain against the ropes again, but there was nowhere his little body could go. His shaft twitched and jumped inside the hot confines, tickled and flicked at by the tongue inside. Underneath him, a finger was poking his ass. But he barely noticed because of the pleasure taking over.

Lex Luthor picked up the pace, sucking hard on the prepubescent superdick. His sneaker-wearing feet swished and swayed, his thighs tensed and relaxed. His chest pumped up and down. And even when a dry finger squirmed a bit into his ass, the Superman kid was too aroused to do anything but be brought closer and closer to a something he had no name for.

"Stop... Stop... I'm..." The boy squealed, but to no avail. The boy's pleading only made it happen harder. That first-grade dick smashed harder and harder into the lapping tongue. The sensations overwhelmed the little boy and his entire body felt like it was exploding. The tiny cock head flared in the man's mouth, trying to pump out something that didn't exist. A high pitched moan reverberated around the tiny shed.

The kid, hardly Superman at all anymore, collapsed on the table, drenched in the sweat of afterglow. The stranger released his dick just to watch it turn soft in second and retract back into nothing more than a tiny head and a ring of skin around it.

Lex had been hard as a rock since they walked in. Unceremoniously, he unzipped his pants and tore them off before climbing onto the table over the naked, tired boy. When the boy finally took tally of his situation now, a tube of flesh lay on his chin, a shiny bead of precum hanging onto the slit. Still drugged by his own first cum, he did nothing. So Lex opened his mouth for him and shoved in.

The boy's slack jaw was no great source of pleasure. Lex used it, wetting his cock on all sides before pulling out and hopping off. There was only so much time before the boy's daze would wear off.

The bonds on the boy's legs were undone and the velcro holding his cape on was ripped off. His arms twisted as the man flipped him over, retied the knots, and climbed back on the table. The stranger was silent for a moment as he looked over the soft, almost plush rear end on this boy. It was a shame that this wasn't a more permanent arrangement, he thought to himself.

A cold feeling shocked the boy back to attention, then the sudden pain the stranger's finger sliding in and out of his little ass a few times. "What are you doing... Stop... That hurt!"

"Well, if you can't even handle that, Superman, then how are you going to handle this one?" The boy felt something much bigger press against his entrance and began to struggle again.

"Please don't! Stop! I want to go home! Let me go!" the boy begged. "I'll scream!"

Lex Luthor didn't reply to his young nemesis. Instead, he pushed. Seven-year old Superman cried out as the head of big Lex Luthor broke past his squeezing ass. A hand instantly covered his mouth. Tears began to flow down the boy's cheeks, gathering up on his molester's hand. The boy felt his insides pressed up against as the stranger's hips finally met his butt cheeks.

"Perfect," the stranger groaned into the boy's ear.

The boy was sniveling into his hand. It might have been begging.

The only answer the kid got was to feel the cock pull back and slam back down into him again. The boy's insides felt like velveteen. The boy's sphincter tried to push him out, but that only made the fuck tighter. And the heat was so intense that his cock barely needed the thrusting to do the job.

The worst thing for little Superman wasn't the pain anymore. His ass hurt, but he got used to that quick. The worst part was the feeling of that man reaching down underneath him, making his little cock hard again. Before he knew it, his mouth was uncovered and he didn't have the strength to scream or cry for help. Only quietly cry and moan.

The stranger rammed the little ass, stroking all the way out to the tip, then pounding down to the hilt. The fact that he could amazed him about the kid. But miracle upon miracle, reaching around was actually getting the kid hard again. "You beautiful little fucking superhero," Lex growled, picking up speed. Every thrust pulled his ass cheeks inwards. The tense, pained boy beneath him surrendered and collapsed on the table, his cock endlessly straining against every pump on it.

Lex made it last, setting up a rhythm to keep it going. As little Superman's cries calmed, the sound of Lex's hips slapping into the boy's ass became the dominant sound in their little shed. Lex huffed and puffed, bottoming out and nearly pulling out. The tiny body stretched out across his own Superman cape drove him wild.

"Look at you. You love it." He squeezed the boy's cock hard for emphasis. "Fucking hell, you sweet super bitch." The boy sniffled and sucked air, shaking from overstimulation.

The stranger picked the speed back up and matched it on the inch and a half below. The squeaky kid voice came back as his loosened ass the full brunt of the shaft pumping into him. Lex leaned back to watch how much easier the thick, seven inches of dick moved through the sweet child crying out in erotic pain.

The boy seized up, his hips suddenly shifting about. His tired throat let out a voiceless cry as he came again. And Lex drew back one last time and let all of his weight heave his cock as deep as possible into the kid, painting the child's insides with cum. Paralyzed, the stranger hung in orgasm, firing volley after volley. Even without moving, the quivering anus of his superhero kiddie milked him until it hurt.

The super villain savored slowly pulling out, watching his veiny dick, inch by inch, pull out of such a small space. The boy's asshole, as red as a tomato, followed every curve before finally releasing the head and hanging slightly open. A dribble of cum came out immediately, escaping down the kid's crack. And, ever so gently, Lex caught the drops with his finger and pushed it back in, taking a few more seconds to luxuriate in the boy's ass before letting it go.

"Now it is done," he said, back in his Lex Luthor voice. "I have won this time, Superman. Now who is the strong one?"

The kid was gone, a blob of helpless child. He had screamed and moaned so much that his voice was gone.

"That's right. Say nothing. For once, I have the last word." One by one, the ropes were undone. He was rolled onto his back again and, like an infant, the stranger dressed him. The tights were pulled back up, his shirt pulled down and his cape reattached. Lex balled up the Underoos, informing the boy that he would be keeping those as a trophy.

The light went out and the boy was carried somewhere. When he came to enough to act, he found himself sitting on the driveway that he had disappeared from, as if nothing had happened. The only differences he could see was that he had two bags of candy instead of one, his red undies were gone, and he felt weak, like Superman in front of kryptonite.