3
The Daemons Life
The nightfall saw us rise from our couch plinth. My penis slipped free of my lover and he turned as I stood, his arms, still chained, attempting to embrace me as our mouths met and our tongues entwined.
“This is everyday?” He asked. “I think I like the prospect …”
“Good.” The master daemon appeared, and we both bowed our greeting. “Kim-gee will guide you in what is required of you.” Smiling — quite a frightening expression on his humanised leonine face with his fangs and of course his tongue — the master continued, “Now you must wear the chastity belts.”
Denzyl gasped as the heavy steel device clamped his penis and scrotum firmly out of reach and use. Being used to this, I did not react, merely reaching for his hand as our chains vanished. They would reappear to bind us once we’d completed our walk through the market and attracted ‘supplicants’ and released the pheromones that provoked lust in the men we passed. The chastity devices are heavy, polished steel and very decorative, making our servitude obvious and it left our anuses open and available.
“We may not please anyone with our cock’s, my love. We’re there to give pleasure to those the Master wishes to reward or bind …”
“And we go just like this? To Phatpong?” My lover looked from the prominent steel device covering his crotch to meet the Master’s daemon gaze. “We’ll be accosted as soon as we get there — and probably gang raped.”
“No, my little Den-gee. Only those I permit will see you as you are and what you are. All others will see only two young men walking through the market.” Pausing he smiled again. “Now go. Ranjee and Boon-gee are already there.”
Once again the world blurred, and now we were stood in the thronged street at the entrance to Phatpong …
“What do these people see? Can’t they see what we look like?” Den asked in shock.
“They ‘see’ what the Daemon wants them to see, my love.” Taking his hand, I kissed his cheek. “Come on, enjoy it. Enjoy our being his servant slaves — and look forward to the pleasure we are about to get in the shrine.”
Around us the crowd moved, the hustlers and pimps trying to attract custom for the ‘clubs’, bars, ‘shows’ and prostitutes of all kinds. We strolled through it all, Den pointing out the entrance to the place he’d been drugged and held.
“I hope that bastard, Shad, gets what’s coming to him,” he remarked, then stiffened. “There he is! Bold as fucking brass … and the bastard with him. He’s the one lined up a buyer …”
I looked to where he was looking and saw the man he’d described, accompanied by a sharp featured guy in a Thai silk shirt. I recognised the guy as one of the nastier ‘bosses’ that operated the prostitution rings here. A major recruiter of boys from street families to be turned into ‘lady boys’. From the expression on Shad’s face the relationship between them wasn’t pleasure.
“I think friend Shad is in a whole load of trouble … The guy he’s with is bad news if you’ve annoyed him.” We paused, apparently to examine some goods, but our pheromones were now spreading. I smiled as I noted the number of men nearby trying to adjust their crotched. “Your ‘mate’ is going to be paying a big price for losing you.” Squeezing his hand, I added, “He’s going to be even busier than we will be. Come, we must move on, I need a good fucking and as you’re not available …”
“Me too …” he laughed. “Wish I could see Shad getting fucked … he says he’s straight.”
The shrine was quiet as we took our places and let the ancient saffron robed monk place us on the stocks on either side of the huge statue of our Daemon master. Ranjee and Boon were already in their positions on the shemale side of the statue and greeted us as we joined them.
“Welcome, Den-gee,” Ranjee greeted Den as the ancient monk inserted the lubricating dildo into him. “We will feast well tonight I think.”
“I …” Den swallowed as the monk withdrew the applicator. “Damn that felt good.” He smiled and extended his daemon tongue. “I’m randy as hell. I can’t believe how …” He grinned. “Funny, isn’t it. Before I came here I’d not been much into this … now? Bring it on …”
“Our first customers are arriving.” Blowing him a kiss, I winked. “Ever been kebabed? I love it …”
All four of us had a busy night. Stretching as I was released, I used my tongue to lick the remaining cum from my face then moved to embrace my partner as he stood.
“Well, my love. I think we’ve drained the spunk of every gay bondage lover in Bangkok tonight.” Teasing his nose with the tip of my tongue, I grinned. “I think my ‘nectar’ load is ready to burst.” Kissing him gently, I continued. “Now we must return to the bondage hall, my love. But our Master may give us a few minutes before we must be bound.”
“I hope so, my love.” Den kissed me, our bodies now in firm contact as we held each other. He chuckled. “I can’t believe how much cum I have swallowed, and as for the load in my butt … and I’m still randy.”
“We always are, my love.” My tongue gripped his, drawing it into my mouth. “We’re daemons, slaves to the Daemons of all Gay and Lesbian sexuality … we exist now purely to have sex with anyone the Master demands.”
Ranjee and Boon joined us, their small genitals confined in tiny golden chastity devices and their small, firm breasts thrusting their golden nipples forward. Like us they radiated happiness on their exquisitely painted faces. Exchanging kisses, we all joined hands, and Ranjee licked his lips. The scene shivered, and we were once more in our hall in the temple.
Our Master materialised between us, his erection enormous as he turned to greet each of us in turn and we bowed our obeisance.
“You have done well, Boon Mee and Den-gee.” Offering them his giant golden glans he let them kiss it and released a small amount of his rich creamy nectar onto their lips. “Today you will assume a different arrangement.” He gestured and our chastity belts vanished, our cocks immediately leaping to the erect. Kim-gee, bend and take Den-gee into your opening. Ranjee take Boon to your couch. I will join you in a moment.”
“Fill me well, my lover,” I said to Den as I bent and presented my opening to him. “Thank you, Master.”
Den inserted his penis into me and thrust himself deep. The Master gestured and very slowly we rose, Den’s arms embracing me, as were positioned on our couch. The chains bound us together as we settled, and my lover teased my cheek with his gorgeous daemon tongue. The Master adjusted my position slightly to make access to my erection and my mouth easier, then stepped back and smiled.
“Release your love nectar, Den-gee. All of it.”
Den groaned, his penis thrust deep into me and released a flood of his daemon nectar. I felt my desire surge, and my affection for my lover exploded. Feeling dazed, I opened my mouth and accepted my Master’s golden glans, then swallowed the nectar he released in several large doses.
“Today, my servants, you will receive several men I wish to punish. You Kim-gee will fill them with your nectar, and when they make their libations to your mouth I will free your tongues to release a serum that will give them pleasure, but, in a week they will be unable to gain sexual arousal at any time — but will desire it more than anything else.” He chuckled. “And your ‘friend’, Den-gee … I have something special for him. Now enjoy these moments together while I prepare Ranjee and Boon for their part.”
He left, and I extended my tongue to find my lover’s mouth as I flexed my hips, hoping it enhanced the sensations I knew he would have in his glorious glans deep inside me.
“Any regrets, my Daemon lover?” I asked as his tongue teased my nose.
“None.” He chuckled, pushing his manhood deeper. “This is far, far better than I could have dreamed, and a whole lot better than what Shad’s friends had in mind …” His voice stopped as we became the reclined statues, the tip of his tongue just at the corner of my mouth. In my head I heard his thoughts continue, ‘I hope he enjoys what our Master plans …’
