In my semi-reclined statue state I had no option but to watch the supplicants as they approached my niche. My human name, Kim, has become, to my Daemon master, Kim-gee, and with Ranjee, I am become the embodied representation of of male rubber bondage fetish, but one of the Daemon’s facets, all of them Gay. As a daemon enslaved to a master daemon, I no longer have freedom, we are servants, slaves to our sexual fetish. Our Master is the Lord of Gay Sexuality in all its forms, and I am the embodiment of a fully submissive slave. By day, I am a posed statue, the depiction of the fetish I represent. By night I am a sex slave in a shrine dedicated to my Master in the Phatpong district, my mouth and my manhole available to those making a thanks offering to my Master Daemon.
I am the Daemon Slave of the Rubber Bondage Fetish. When not in my statue form, I live only to give those the Master summons for reward the pleasure of fucking me while I am immobilised for their use, with my own organ imprisoned unless the Master desires its use to impregnate a potential devotee … It is a service I accept fully and from which I derive as much pleasure as those who have use of me for their sexual pleasure.
The walls of our chamber in the hidden temple are decorated with bas reliefs, carved depictions of sexual activity, all involving bondage and fetish garments and activity. All of the figures in my part depict me as I was before I became a daemon, and show me submitting to my Master, the Daemon. The approaches to our hall are similarly decorated in colourful relief, every figure one of of the mend youths now enslaved here, with every possible sexual act — and a few possible only to we daemons — in a catalogue that leads supplicants to one of the many chambers and the daemon related to their preferred sexual pleasure. The temple is, for Gay fetishists, what the Temple of the Karma Sutra is to everyone else.
Posed as if laying on a couch on my right side, my right elbow on a cushion, with my head resting on my hand. My face is that of a daemon, my mouth slightly open, and my pointed daemon tongue extended. In this position, my enlarged genitalia are fully accessible and beautifully presented and displayed, my penis proud and erect the decorative rings of my slavery on show. At my head, Ranjee lies with his feet to the opposite side of the alcove. Together we formed the options offered to Gay rubber bondage submissive supplicants to the Temple of the Daemon we serve — me, the ultimate rubber bondage bottom, Ranjee the ultimate rubber bondage shemale.
Time no longer has meaning to us except as ‘day’ or ‘night’. We do not age as by day we are statues, locked in immobility, and by night we transform into the living embodiment of our statue form. In the year since I became the Daemon’s slave, Ranjee had been my constant companion, the Shemale opposite of my hyper masculine Bondage Slave. For some all to brief moments, after a night or day in which our Master has snared new adherents, or devotees have, after making thanks offerings through us, we were allowed a few hours of freedom to be ourselves and share some intimacy, though this is seldom more than just companionship and walking or talking about our past lives and what brought us to this existence.
In statue form our bodies are ‘dressed’ in polished rubber with a bondage harness over it, the symbols of our servitude decorated with gold leaf on the shiny black of our moulded rubber, and our genitalia decorated. The heavy harness on my body is decorated with gold leaf and gemstones and I wear an elaborate collar decorated with gemstones. My erect penis shaft bears a decorative pattern in gold against the bright red of its length, and my large exposed glans is covered in gold foil. My scrotum, like my penis, now much larger than it had been, is covered in a black film, again decorated with a gold filigree design with a tight gold ring at the ‘neck’. Heavy cuffs on my wrists and ankles connect to carved chains symbolically binding me to the couch.
Ranjee was displayed in a feminine harness, his breasts beautifully formed, and the nipples crowned in gold foil from which radiated the petals of a frangipani flower. The harness he wears is decorated with beautiful gem stones and sets off his feminised body beautifully. His minuscule male organ is decorated with delicate floral design in vibrant yellows and reds. Like me he wears the symbolic cuffs and chains, and his face is that of a feminised daemon, his mouth open and his tongue extended.
While in this state we are, to all intents inanimate, we are fully aware of our surroundings, and of every contact with the supplicants. We ‘hear’ their supplications, both verbally and in their thoughts, and experience the sexual pleasure they give — though, of course, cannot show it in any way. It is a curious existence, both alive, and yet not. Supplicants entering our presence trigger our release of powerful pheromones that stimulate their sexual desires to near uncontrollable levels, preparing them for their ultimate offering to the Daemon himself. On our nightly excursions through Phatpong, we release these pheromones inciting sexual excitement in everyone frequenting that place — and we are able to mentally summon some to enjoy us as well.
Our part of the Temple is hidden, only those who specifically seek it and our Daemon master can find it, so our days are punctuated by only a small number of visitors. The Daemon has a number of slaves like us, each pair having some different fetish, and ours is the Submissive’s Hall. The Daemon is an ancient spirit being who instills a desire for fetish sexual pleasures, and I am now his daemon image of a gay rubber bondage fetish sub, Ranjee, the shemale version. At night we are not bound tom the temple, our bodies restored to flesh we can be transported to any place where the Daemon wishes to excite those who seek sexual pleasure. It can be to a ‘club’ but most usually to the Phatpong shrine where we serve those who seek to appeal to our master for help in finding their sexual desires. We are released from this statue state but still have no freedom over our own desires and actions.
“Today, my servants, you will receive a number of supplicants.” We ‘heard’ our Daemon Master in our minds. “They will feed you their libations, and you will release the special scent I have given you.” His laugh was soft. “It will enslave them to the men that bring them.” The laugh was there again. “You, my servants, will experience everything these supplicants experience as they make their offerings … enjoy them.”
I know what he means. Sexual activity, sexual contact is, for us, everything. We have no pleasure except in sex. Supplicants visit us seeking sexual favours, some looking for a means to improve their relationships, others to make a deeper commitment or to attract a lover to themselves. Those who seek my service will either kiss and suck my gold plated glans, or offer their erection to my daemon mouth. Some will be directed to use a more complex ritual. Those who suck me are seeking help to satisfy a lover, and the other … to attract and dominate a desired partner. My Daemon Master senses the satisfaction they give me, and rewards them accordingly. Listening to the Master, I realise that today’s supplicants will evidently be something different.
“You are correct, Kim-gee, my servant.” The Daemon seemed amused. “Your penis will see much use today, and you will be well fed on their seed.” There was a brief pause. “Some are from your own world and people. You will enjoy their enslavement …”
The first supplicants arrived a little later, an older Thai man and a Euro youth about my own age. Both approached me, the man smiling as his young companion approached, his manhood rigid.
“Make the obeisance, Jens.” The man indicated his companion must kiss my penis. “You know what to do. Follow the instructions exactly.”
“Yes, Chakan Krap.” Kneeling, he kissed my golden glans. “Oh Daemon of Bondage, I offer myself to be the Bondage Submissive, my beloved Chakan desires.” Bending to his task, he kissed my enlarged scrotum, explored my daemon slave rings, then took my rigid cock into his mouth and began to give me fellatio.
Evidently to his surprise, I released a small amount of the ‘cum’ nectar the Daemon had made my sperm become, but after a seconds hesitation, he set to work with renewed enthusiasm, and was rewarded by a larger amount. This rare pleasure is, for me, intense, and much desired. It has a powerful effect on those that receive it and I felt the Daemon’s pleasure as I enjoyed the aftermath of my release. In my head I heard the Daemon chuckle, and say, ‘well done, Kim-gee, you will have more today, and I will reward you later.
Lifting his head, the man Jens continued the ritual, kissed my scrotum, then moved to kiss the bands on my wrists, and the collar at my neck and the chains ‘binding’ me to the couch. Finally he stood and bowed to his companion.
“I must feed him my seed, Master Chakan. Will you assist me?” Dropping to one knee he kissed his partner’s erection.
“Think carefully, Jens. Once you bind yourself to me this way …”
“It is what I want, Master Chakan. Complete the ritual with me.”
“If you are sure, my lover slave.” Slipping an arm round Jens, the man called Chakan lifted him to his feet and turned him to face me, his hand grasping the younger man’s penis. “Give him your cum …”
The young man had a nice looking penis and he was certainly aroused. A dribble of precum was already issuing as he let his companion guide his member into my daemon mouth, the precum coating my extended pointed daemon tongue as it entered. I felt something change in my daemon mouth and moments later the young man was panting …
His ejaculation was full and generous, even in my statue state I could savour the warm salty taste of his sperm as it spurted into my mouth and trickled down the passage of my throat.
“He is ours, Kim-gee. He will serve Chakan well, and will visit frequently.” The Daemon chuckled. “He is our first, and by tomorrow he will have no desire for anything other than his Master.”
They had moved on before my master had finished and now Ranjee had a supplicant before him while I savoured the taste of my visitor and pondered the words of the Daemon.
The next several supplicants were less disparate the first pair, of an age and seeking to commit themselves to each other fully as slaves of each other. The ritual followed its course, and each received a dose of my nectar orally, and fed me their cum before moving on the Daemon’s chamber. Again, he was pleased …
“The next is special, my Kim-gee … He comes alone. You will impregnate his mouth and his anus and he will give you his seed. I will control you. Enjoy it …”
The young man who entered nervously was my own age and build on my first entry to this place. His russet hair, blue eyes and pale skin made his slight build attractive. Why was such a beautiful specimen unattached? Why did he come with no lover? No ‘Master’?
“He is a lost one, Kim-gee … one who seeks to destroy himself, as you would have done if left to yourself. I have called him here to prevent that … show him what I offer …” The Daemon’s ‘voice’ was soft in my head.
“I would have destroyed myself?” I couldn’t help the question even as the supplicant began to run his fingers over the ‘harness’ and the chains that my statue form wore. I already knew the answer. I’d starred in a gay bondage porn movie while at school — and had come with my parent to escape a blackmailer in the hope I’d find an ‘out’ or he’d give up.
“Yes, Kim-gee. Remember how you rebelled against your father and his new wife? Remember your angry defiance and your determination to hurt her? You faced the revelation of your difficulties with the one who knew of your indiscretion and would have driven you to suicide when you returned home and knew you would destroy your father once your activities as a porn star became public …” He paused, reading my thoughts. “This is another like you … a lost one in his own home.”
The supplicant was now starting to explore my decorated erection, his mouth almost loving as he explored my golden glans.
“Will he join us as a slave of the Temple?”
“Do you wish it?” He paused again. “I know it frustrates you to not enjoy the freedom of taking a lover purely for love and not just for the sexual pleasure. Do you wish this for him?”
I thought of Ranjee … Despite our being joined in our slavery and in companionship, he yearned for another lover. His link to me was purely our attendance on each other as we prowled Phatpong.
“If we might become lovers, Master. Perhaps sometimes have freedom to be lovers, and not simply daemons bound to incite sexual pleasure to others.” This supplicant was good. If my erection hadn’t been in this statue state he’d have been swallowing my cum already. As it was the sensations I ‘felt’ as he worked were less ‘lust’ and more loving. There was a tenderness, coupled with sadness in the way he kissed, caressed and deep throated the huge organ the Master had given me.
“Release your nectar, Kim-gee. I will bind him …”
I felt the flow of my daemon seed, and my supplicant sucked it greedily. When he’d swallowed the third issue, he licked the remnants from my opening, then studied my prone figure, smiling, quickly straddled me and positioned himself to take my hard penis into his opening. One the Master’s order, I released more of my seed in small doses … Until the Master ordered me to release a flood.
A dreamy expression on the supplicant’s face as he stood and inserted his erection into my daemon mouth and surrendered his seed gave me a sensation of warmth. It tasted as beautiful as he was.
“He will offer you his wrists now, Kim-gee. Extend your tongue and touch them with the tip, then allow him to suck it. He will be yours.”
My statue tongue extended slowly, the pointed daemon tip reaching to touch the offered wrists. As it did so cuffs identical to those I wore began to form on them. The supplicant smiled, glanced at his wrists, a hand raised to his neck where a collar was forming, then he bent forward, his hands resting on my arm and the stone chain hanging from the wrist that supported my head. His mouth opened and he took my extended daemon tongue into his mouth and sucked gently.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he stepped back. “I will be back …”
‘You will not leave …’ I thought and the Daemon chuckled.
‘You are right, Kim-gee, he will join you.’ His voice paused, ‘You feel attracted to him?’
‘He is different … lost, Master. Yes, I feel a strong attraction …”
I was visited by several more supplicants, each one performing the usual ritual, and received the Master’s rewards through me. Then it was dusk, and the monks were busy, cleaning, polishing us and closing the temple for the night.
