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PARADYS
by Anonymous
PARADYS (written by newbeige@aol.com)Clark Kent sat quietly alone in the waiting room of Dr. Luke Paradys. He had been sitting
there for the better part of an hour now and the good doctor had yet to make an
appearance. Clark resisted the urge to use his X-Ray vision to scan the inner office, and
forced himself not to fidget in the chair as he waited.
He recalled how that morning Perry White had called him in to the office to discuss a new
human interest story. Perry had told him about this Dr. Paradys, who claimed to be some
kind of demonologist. Not only did the doctor profess to the existence of demons in the
world, but he also claimed to be an expert on them as well. The doctor had offered to give
the Daily Planet a scoop on his ability to call up and control demons, but only if the famous
Clark Kent would conduct the interview. Perry didn't want to dismiss the claims out of
hand and insisted that Clark do the story to either prove or disprove the doctor's theories.
So, here he sits, waiting for the mysterious Dr. Paradys to grace him with his presence. The
receptionist, a rather bland young lady, had apparently already left for lunch. As she
walked out the door, she explained that Dr. Paradys was on an important call, but would
be with him momentarily. That was a half hour ago.
Suddenly, the door to the inner office opened and a deep, masculine voice called for him to
enter. Clark moved from the chair to the door and was momentarily surprised that no one
appeared to have opened the door, as the only occupant in the room was just now getting
up from behind his desk to welcome him.
Clark's first look at the doctor also surprised him. Dr. Luke Paradys was possibly the
most handsome and charismatic man that Clark had ever seen. Dr. Paradys was just over
six feet tall, with black, curling hair and the most beautiful blue eyes that Clark had ever
seen. Beautiful was not a word that Clark would have normally associated with another
man, but that was the first word that came to mind. As the doctor walked around his desk
to shake his hand, Clark noticed that, since the doctor was wearing a tight, short sleeved,
black shirt with equally tight, khaki trousers, his body was perfectly proportioned. This was
hardly Clark's idea of what a demonologist should look like.
His response to this sight also came as a complete surprise. One look at Dr. Paradys and
Clark felt himself beginning to get a painful erection. Clark had never found himself
attracted to a man before but he now found himself hoping that the other man wouldn't
notice. Since Clark was wearing his typical blue business suit, the jacket thankfully covered
his lower region and Clark made a pretense of coughing to cover his confusion.
As the doctor walked up to him, Clark held out his hand for the offered handshake. "It's,
uh, good to finally meet you, Doctor Paradys," Clark stammered.
"Please, Mr. Kent," the doctor responded, "let's dispense with the formalities. I'll call you
Clark, if you'll call me Luke."
With that, he took Clark's hand in his grasp and, for Clark, all hell broke loose. At the first
touch, Clark felt sensual waves caress every inch of his body. He suddenly grew weak in
the knees and would have dropped to the floor, if the other man had not held him up. Ah,
but the touch of the other's hands under his arms as he was supported continued to drive
Clark to a sudden peak of ecstasy.
Clark found himself helpless to resist as Dr. Paradys, Luke, leaned over and gave him a
passionate kiss. "Well, well," Luke murmured in Clark's ear. "Isn't this an interesting twist
of fate, Clark or should I say, Superman?"
PARADYS PART 2
Clark Kent was still helplessly in the thrall of the bewitching Dr. Luke Paradys. Luke had
seemingly paralyzed Clark with a not so simple handshake. At the man's touch, Clark had
been subjected to waves of sexual pleasure that had left him half swooning in the doctor's
arms.
Luke now held the helpless Kent in one arm, as he slowly and methodically began to undo
the other man's tie. "You see, Clark (or do you prefer Kal-El?). I have known for some
time about your dual identity. For reasons that I'll explain later, I needed for you to come
to me completely of your own volition in order for me to defeat you."
Still unable to move a muscle, and yet still in the throes of a sexual tension that was
threatening to completely overwhelm him, Clark asked "W-who are you? W-what do you
intend to do with me?"
Done with the tie, Luke moved to Clark's jacket. It was a simple matter for him to remove
it, while still holding on to his prisoner. "Clark, Clark, Clark. It should be obvious that I
intend to use your delicious body in any way that I wish to."
Luke tired of removing the clothing piecemeal and simply ripped the shirt off of Clark. This,
of course, exposed the familiar red and blue uniform of the Man of Steel (now apparently
the Man of Putty). Clark tried to struggle out of the other's grip, but could not so much as
move a muscle. One muscle, however was being overly stimulated by the prolonged
contact with the beautiful Luke. To Clark/Superman's shame the next move on the part of
the abductor was to simply rip the trousers off his helpless prisoner, which showed him just
how stimulated Superman was getting.
"Ah," Luke sighed, "that's so much better, don't you think? I think that it's a terrible shame
to cover up such a lovely body with such mundane clothing as that."
"Please," Clark said. "Let me go. I'm Superman, you know that my word is good. If you
let me go, I promise to let this matter drop. I won't try to capture you or anything like
that."
"Oh pu-leeze," Luke responded. "As if "
Luke picked up the helpless Superman and carried him through another doorway at the
back of the office. Inside this room was a metal table with arm and leg restraints. Luke
placed the helpless hero on the table and spread eagled him with the shackles. He then
proceeded to explore the hero's body with his hands through the tight fitting spandex of the
uniform. Superman gasped as wave upon wave of pleasure assaulted his body. The lightest
touch was enough to make him shudder. When Luke stroked his nipples, Superman almost
lost control entirely. When his exploring hands found Superman's crotch, Superman did
lose control. Superman could not stop himself from ejaculation. Spasm followed spasm;
eruption after eruption; until, finally, Superman was spent. His body was drenched with
sweat and his uniform was drenched with another fluid.
"Well," Luke smiled down at Superman before giving him another passionate kiss. "That
was good for a start."
PARADYS PART 3
Now that the doctor is no longer touching him, Superman finds that he is able to move his
muscles once again. He also finds, however, that he is too weak to break the bonds that
hold him to the table. "Kr-kryptonite," he stammers. "Th-there must b-be some
Kr-kryptonite in the room."
Luke Paradys reached over and caressed Superman's cheek, bringing yet another shudder
of pleasure from him. Superman's penis also shudders and stirs within its confines of
spandex.
"Superman, my dear friend," he said. "You are looking for a logical reason in an illogical
situation. There is no Kryptonite in this room. Indeed there is no need for anything like that.
Don't you know that Kryptonite is not your only weakness?"
"N-not my only w-weakness??"
"Of course not. Don't you even read the comics that are devoted to you? You, my dear,
have also got a weakness to MAGIC!"
"M-magic? There's no such thing as magic Is there?"
Luke reaches down and begins to stroke Superman's right nipple. Superman finds, that,
although he can still move, the only movement he can do is to writhe in pleasure. "Don't
you think that it is a little odd that I can totally subjugate you with but a touch? Perhaps it
has something to with the fact that I possess a great deal of magical ability?"
"P-Please stop. P-Please s-stop. Please s-stop "
Luke's hand moves down, across Superman's washboard abs and down to his waist.
"Here's a little more magic for you," he said as he suddenly reaches under Superman's
belt, grasps the waistband of his blue lycra tights and pulls. Superman is shocked to see his
tights suddenly materialize in the doctor's hands. There is not a rip in them, but they are
also no longer on Superman's body. "Just like the tablecloth trick, don't you think?"
Superman is now left wearing only his bright red, bikini briefs and blue jersey (with the
familiar "S"). "No, no," Luke then said, "this will never do. If I take the tights, I should also
take the jersey."
"No, please don't," Superman whimpered. "I'll do whatever you want. Just let me go. I
can get you jewels or gold or money. Anything that you want "
"Now what use do I have for gold or jewels?" Luke again reached down and this time
completely ripped the top of Superman's uniform from his muscular torso. The shreds of
the ripped jersey left an erotic trail on the Man of Steel's chest. Another part of
Superman's anatomy was also a rod of steel. Despite his fear, despite his humiliation,
Superman was undeniably turned on by this sudden chain of events.
PARADYS PART 4
Luke's touch through the uniform were enough to paralyze Superman with intense
pleasure. Now Luke strokes his bare chest and down his arms. The sexual pleasure that is
transmitted to Superman through that touch is unbearable. Superman fairly screams with
ecstasy. A simple touch, through the layers of spandex, on his erection was enough to
make him shoot again and again. Superman fears that, if Luke were strip him completely
naked and then touch him there, the shear pleasure would most certainly kill him.
"No, Kal-El," Luke says, "you just may wish that you were dead. Oh yes, I can read your
thoughts as well."
Luke shifted his touch to Superman's bare legs. Slowly his hands moved closer and closer
to the red wrapped package that twitched and shuddered with a life of its own. Superman
whimpered and pleaded for Luke to stop and, just before they reached their ultimate goal,
Luke pulled his hands away.
For Superman, this was suddenly worse than the touch itself. His body arched itself trying
to force a contact with Luke's hand, which were just out of reach. The absence of the
sexual pleasure was more painful to the Man of Putty than any exposure to Kryptonite had
been in the past.
"You see," Luke said, "your body is already addicted to my touch. Now I'll let you suffer
the withdrawal while I tell you the truth about who I really am."
"No," Superman cried, "this can't be happening to me "
"Your mind denies the truth, but your body longs for my touch."
Luke moves his hand close to the quivering super package, but only close enough to deftly
remove the yellow belt with one swift motion. An involuntary sigh escapes the hero's lips at
the almost contact and tears well in the corner of his eyes. Seeing this, the mysterious
doctor smiles and leans down to kiss Superman's member through the briefs.
Superman cries out again as his rod of steel erupts. His whole body shakes as he is totally
overcome with the intensity of his orgasm. One spurt, two spurts, three, four he loses
count and feels that his life is slipping away with each burst. Finally, it is over and he lies
there, totally weakened by his own passion.
Luke passes one finger over Superman's wet crotch and brings it to his own mouth. His
tongue flicks over the syrupy liquid and he smiles once again. "Was it good for you?" he
asked.
PARADYS PART 5
"You see," he began, "it was a not quite truth to say that I was a demonologist. In point of
fact, I AM a demon."
"N-no c-can't be. Not a m-monster," Superman panted. Paradys had been playing with
him off and on for hours and Superman did not know how much more of this he could
take. Lately, he had not been permitted to have an orgasm, although he had been brought
to the brink of one time and time again. Each time that he was on the verge of shooting,
Paradys would abruptly pull away his hands and Superman would suffer the humiliation of
trying to force the contact once again.
"It's sweet of you to say so, darling, but it IS true. We demons are not the ugly misshapen
monstrosities that humankind would make of us. It was true, however to say that I can
control demons, being that I am a Prince of sorts among my kind."
The pains of sexual withdrawal were once again overwhelming Superman. His desire to be
touched by this DEMON fought with his desire to be free. As always, the sexual desire
was winning and he was forced to beg for the demon's touch.
"P-Please, Paradys. If you don't let me orgasm soon, I feel as though I'll explode from the
pressure "
"Ah, so, Kal-El, you are finally admitting that I have a hold on you. I told you that you
would become more and more addicted to my touch. That is my ultimate power and it is
rooted in the magic that you cannot resist.
"We demons have lived on this world long before the coming of mankind. We share a
common thread, you and I, seeing that neither one of us is really human, although we both
look it."
Superman struggled through his pain to respond. "No," he said, "I'm not like you. N-not a
demon "
"Demon, Alien, it's all the same thing, darling." Paradys resumed his stroking of
Superman's nipples. "This little show is drawing to a close, my dear. It's time for you to
lose the last vestige of you costume AND the last vestige of your self respect."
"N-no, please no," Superman begged.
"Really, Kal-El, you're beginning to whimper like a baby. I tell you what. In all fairness, I
can't have you lying here totally naked and be standing here myself fully clothed. SO "
Superman gazed in horror as Luke Paradys' black shirt and khaki trousers suddenly began
to dissolve in a puff a smoke. Paradys was now standing in Superman's view fully naked.
If the sight of the demon clothed had been enough to give him an immediate erection, the
sight of him naked was enough to make Superman ejaculate uncontrollably. The demon's
body was perfection and Superman's orgasm seemed to last a lifetime. When at last he
was once again spent, he lay there panting, unable to resist when Luke once again leaned
over to give him a passionate kiss. Moreover, this time, he returned the kiss with equal
passion.
As they kissed, the demon reached down to the crotch of steel. He began to stroke the
hero's now hardening member and, when it was fully erect again, he ripped the briefs away
to expose the Man of Steel once and for all.
"Time for the endgame," he said.
PARADYS PART 6
Paradys reaches for Superman's erect penis and begins to slowly stroke it. Once again,
despite the intensity of the orgasm that is building, Superman is not allowed the release.
Faster and faster the demon strokes. Superman can barely writhe in pleasure/pain and his
breathing becomes shallower.
Now the demon reaches with his other hand and begins to stroke and pinch the nipples.
Ah, the pleasure is unbearable and the humiliation is unbearable as well, but the Man of
Steel has no choice. He is allowed no orgasm; no release of any kind.
The demon continues to stroke Superman's penis, but suddenly moves his other hand up
to Kal-El's face. He forces a couple of fingers into Superman's mouth and Superman
cannot prevent himself from sucking and licking them. He then withdraws the fingers,
reaches under Superman's testicles and begins to probe between his butt cheeks.
As long as the demon continues to stroke him, Superman is helpless to prevent him from
inserting first one and then the other finger into his virgin hole. Now he begins to move the
fingers in and out; timing it to the strokes on Superman's member. Superman's eyes betray
his shock and humiliation as the pain of this intrusion is converted to another, more
unexpected pleasure.
Faster and faster the fingers move. Faster and faster the stroking continues. Still, the
demon will not allow Superman to orgasm. It seems as though this has been going on for
hours and Superman fears that this time he will die from the extreme sexual intensity.
Somewhere along the lines, the shackles have been mysteriously dissolved, but Superman
never notices that they are gone. His limbs are still helplessly spread eagled. Now the
demon shifts his own position until he is standing at Superman's head. All the while, he has
kept his hands in perpetual motion, stroking and penetrating. Now the demon bends over
Superman's face and deftly inserts his own member into Superman's mouth.
There is no thought of resistance on Superman's part. He does what is expected of him,
and the sheer thrill of having this demon organ inside him urges him to do his part. The
demon hand strokes him and he sucks on the demon's stick. The demon fingers penetrate
him and he licks and licks hoping, beyond his belief, to be rewarded with the taste of the
demon's syrup.
This has been going on now for over two hours and Superman is exhausted. Still, the
demon will not allow him to finish, but, suddenly, the demon himself orgasms. Superman's
mouth is filled to overflowing with the demon's fluid. Superman swallows it all, because,
again, he has no choice. This is what Paradys wants him to do and he does it.
Paradys smiles and moves away from the table. Once again the sexual withdrawal hits
Superman and he cries from the loss.
PARADYS-THE FINAL CHAPTER
"Let me tell you about demons, Kal-El," Paradys said. "We are the embodiment of love.
All who see us come to love us, as you, yourself, love me. Do you love me, Kal-El?"
"Y-Yes," Superman replied, though the pain of withdrawal was unbearable. He had no
choice. The demon did not lie. To suffer the demon's touch was to fall hopelessly and
passionately in love with him.
"Here is another fact about demons, Kal-El. Whoever we love, we ultimately destroy. I am
going to destroy you, beloved. My passion will destroy you."
Once more the demon touched his helpless prisoner. At the first touch, Superman's pain
disappeared, to be replaced by the now familiar waves of sexual pleasure. No longer did
the Man of Steel fight this passion. Now he lay there, once again writhing in this ultimate
pleasure. The shackles which had previously bound him were gone, turned into mist. Now
he was shackled by something stronger, his total love for the demon and the pleasure that
he knew only Paradys could give him.
The demon's hands caressed Superman's body. There was no place that they did not
touch, no place that was denied to them. With each caress, Superman's passion grew, as
did his phallus. Once again, he was denied the pleasure of orgasm, but Superman was
beyond caring. His phallus was stroked repeatedly and that was enough. His anus was
invaded by nimble demon fingers, and that was enough. Even his mouth was filled again by
the demon's member.
Now the demon was standing at the foot of the table and Superman had no recollection of
when Paradys had moved. At no time had the demon's hands stopped their constant
touching and probing. Superman was on the brink of ecstasy once again and now he was
begging for release.
Superman felt his legs being lifted, first one and then the other. At no time had the stroking
stopped and he felt a momentary wonder at that before he was lost again in the bliss. He
dimly could fathom that his legs were now over the demon's shoulders. At first, the demon
just leaned forward and took Superman's phallus into his own mouth. The pleasure that
evoked was tremendous. The demon's tongue lapped at his member causing Superman to
come so close so close to that ultimate release.
He then felt the demon's hands massaging the globes of his rear end and the probing
fingers that caused yet more intense pleasure. He felt an intense heat as the demon's hands
spread his cheeks wide apart wider than he would have thought possible, but all he felt
was the pleasure of that touch. Now the demon poised his phallus at the sacred place,
never stopping the constant onslaught of Superman's own phallus with his demonic mouth.
It was time for Superman's ultimate surrender.
With one swift thrust, he was inside. Superman felt the most intense pain of his lifetime, a
pain that brought the most sensual pleasure of all. Paradys thrust again and again, timing the
movement of his mouth to the movement of his member. Just how long this lasted,
Superman would never know. Maybe it was an eternity, maybe it was only for an instant.
The demon's magic was beyond time.
Superman did know when the demon had finally erupted inside of him. The burning fluid
that threatened to overflow had triggered the ultimate release in him as well. Or maybe the
demon just relented and allowed his slave to cum at last. In any event, this orgasm was the
most intense of all and the demon swallowed every drop. Well, not quite. When Paradys
had finished using him, he leaned over to Superman and, once again, kissed him most
passionately. At the same time, he forced some of Superman's own juices into the Man of
Steel's mouth. Superman obediently swallowed all that was passed to him.
Paradys slowly moved away, caressing his slave's body as he did. Superman shivered with
pleasure and his member once again stirred (how could this be possible?).
"Now it is time for your destruction, Kal-El," he said. "Do you doubt my power to destroy
you?"
"No, my lord and master." Superman replied.
"Heed my words. This then is the form of your destruction. I am taking my leave of you
now. Never more will you feel my touch, or the touch of any of my kind."
"No, Please, Master, not that!"
"I will leave you one parting gift, beloved. You will not feel the pain of my withdrawal from
you, but you will no longer be able to feel the pleasures I've shown you. Try as you might,
and you will try again and again, you will never feel any pleasure with man nor woman.
Only a demon's touch will ever satisfy you again and that will be forever denied you."
With those words, the demon, Paradys, dissolved slowly into the air. Superman was left,
naked and alone. And he cried for his Paradys lost
Comments
* PARADYS
00:46 on 2007-03-18
great!
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* PARADYS
18:46 on 2007-03-18
Excellent--so sadistic and hot.
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* PARADYS
22:22 on 2007-03-18 by dougkent60
fantastic, more please
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* PARADYS
10:14 on 2007-03-21
great writing. thanks
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* PARADYS
17:15 on 2008-09-10
well done
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