4
The Master Daemon Punishes the Slavers
Our Master didn’t share his intentions with us, and we had a long wait before Shad and his companion visited us. We’d had a steady stream of supplicants, but none had received even a single drop of my nectar. Shad and his companion, the same sharp featured face now looking less assured, and neither of them particularly attractive naked, entered our chamber and stood staring at our reclining figures.
“This better fucking work, Kris. That fucking little monk said we’d find Denzyl in here. Shit, will you look at the cock on this fucking idol? And his lover’s fucking his arse …” Shad stopped as his cock began to stiffen. Next to him the man, Kris, was already hard. Glancing at his companion, he asked, “Did that little monk fella say we had to suck this idol’s cock if we wanted to leave?”
“He did. He said if we wanted to find the runaway — Denzyl — we must enter the Hall of the Bound Daemons and suck on his cock and feed him our cum …” He frowned. “Well, we’re here and I don’t see him.”
“We haven’t kissed the cock yet,” Shad’s expression showed his skepticism. “When I get my hands on him he’s going to get his arse reamed! That’s a fucking promise …”
‘Feed them both your nectar, Kim-gee, ensure this arrogant Euro, Shad, gets the largest amount.’ The Daemon Master’s voice was gentle in our heads. ‘This Kris has much to pay, and will. This Shad will take your place with the man who bought you, my Den-gee …”
In front of us now the two were arguing about who should be the first to suck my golden ‘head’.
“Alright, alright,” Kris snarled. “I’ll go first.” Dropping to one knee he performed the kiss, and I released a pearl of nectar onto his lips. Pulling back with a slightly puzzled expression, he licked them, his expression changed and he lowered his head and began to give me a fairly decent dose of ‘head’.
Slowly, guided by the Daemon so as not to cause Kris to realise what was happening, I released my nectar in a steady dribble. He began to enjoy his task drawing comment from Shad until with a very happy smile, the man stopped his fellatio, kissed — and sucked the final string of nectar into his mouth — and moved aside.
“Your turn, Shad.” Licking his lips, and with his cock now rigid, he added, “It’s almost as good as the real thing. You’re right, when we find your merchandise — he’s going to be busy …” He looked around. “Strange, I thought I knew every temple, but this one …”
Reluctantly it seemed, Shad took his place, and I made sure my nectar coated my golden glans as his mouth covered it. After a moment’s hesitation, he set to work, and once again the Daemon had me release a steadily increasing amount of my nectar into his eager mouth. Meanwhile his companion positioned himself and inserted his erection into my open mouth. It didn’t take him long to reach an ejaculation — a very generous one.
‘He is mine now, my Kim-gee. Now we will deal with this other …’
The man called Shad was now making a real feast of my rigid daemon member, and the nectar affecting him as he withdrew his mouth and turned to impale himself on it.
‘Fill him with your nectar, Kim-gee.’ The master chuckled softly. ‘When he give you his seed it will be the last he ever discharges …’
‘Master,’ my confusion must have been obvious in my thoughts. ‘How will this punish him? Do you not want him to be like us — a daemon who must serve the lust of others?’
‘It is. But some abuse this for their own gain and take pleasure in ensnaring boys and youths like you and Den-gee. So I will reward them by making them endure what they have done to far too many …’ Stopping as Shad removed himself from my penis, a long string of daemon nectar joining my member to his opening for a moment as he did so. Then he was standing offering his erection to my mouth. ‘Be prepared, Kim-gee and you, Den-gee when he ejaculates in a moment, he will see you both in your human appearance …’
No sooner was this said, than Shad shot his load into my mouth. His eyes widened and he stared for a moment, an expletive escaped his lips as his companion joined him staring at us, and they both fainted.
The Master appeared before us, manifesting out of the smoke of the joss sticks.
‘Well done, my servants. You will be rewarded. As for these two — their owner awaits them, though he thinks he will be receiving you, Den-gee and another. He will not know the difference and this pair will be unable to correct the mistake. Other supplicants await you my little ones. Enjoy them.’
‘Master, we don’t understand — you, our daemon Master — you show us kindness and rescued us … why do you punish them?’
‘You were both innocents, naive, foolish — and without viciousness. This pair are vicious. Evil men who prey on youths like you. Yes, I am a daemon. A powerful one, but I am not evil, nor am I a monster, though that is how men see me.’ His amusement was apparent. ‘We are the spirits of nature. To some we are monsters, to others angels … Our nature is to be both. Now serve today’s supplicants, my servants.’
He vanished, and with a slight ‘pop’ both the men vanished as well. I heard Denzyl’s ‘sigh’ in my head.
‘I should feel sorry for Shad, but I can’t. Bastard uses drugs a lot to get guys for his games and his clients. That’s how he got me here …’
‘Perfect pair then. Ranjee told me that Kris buys kids from street families, drugs them gets them feminised and then sells them to pimps. He was one …’ Watching our latest supplicants approach I thought back to my arrival with my father and step-mother a year ago. I’d been bloody stupid — going out on the second night in search of Phatpong on my own. I’d been very lucky to get back to the hotel according to Ranjee. Krises ‘clan’ had spotted and stalked me. By sheer chance their attempt to drug me had failed. I’d dropped the drugged drink by accident and decided to get back to the hotel. I’d been followed and they’d a new plan to extract a ransom when they’d learned who my father was. Ranjee’s interception of me in the temple had saved me from being abducted …
In our statue state we had all the time in the world to think about what the Master had said. He was an ‘elemental’, a personification of a natural spirit. Not, as so often depicted, an evil monster, merely a ‘natural force’, one that inspired the pleasure of sexual activity. One, moreover, that chose to punish abuse where he — it — could, and to rescue idiots like ourselves that fell into the clutches of abusers, or, like me, threatened to destroy those that loved us in our thoughtless stupidity. It didn’t make for comfortable consideration, but, as daemons ourselves, we had no choice but to think on it.
The procession of supplicants, most seeking only to find a partner who shared their love of rubber and bondage and was something more than just a sexual partner. Occasionally one came seeking something more, such as improved sexual performance, or to attract a special partner. We heard their supplications and the Master heard and gave what they needed, often, as with Den and I, or Ranjee and Boon, not the same thing as what they thought they wanted.
At sunset the monks entered quietly and carefully cleaned and dusted everywhere and, once they withdrew, we returned to our fleshly state. As always now, our Master allowed us a few minutes to ourselves, to enjoy simply ‘being’ and to share our love for one another. Then our chains dropped away, the chastity devices imprisoned our genitals and we were in the entrance to Phatpong …
“Funny, I never thought I’d enjoy this. I mean, I did like being tied up and in rubber … and I did take some chances … but this? It’s wild, and a hell of a buzz …” Den’s grin, thanks to the demon face decoration, had a rather frightening appearance. “Even a few days ago … wild horses wouldn’t have persuaded me …”
“Wrong, my love. And we both know it. We’re here, like this, because we screwed up and were causing major hurt — or would have — to people who loved us.” Kissing his cheek, I added, “And, if we’re honest, we’d have done exactly this in a heartbeat if we’d thought it would achieve something we thought we wanted.” Grinning now myself, I said, “I know I would.”
“Damn, Kim-gee, you know me too well. Come on, we better get to our service …” Laughing, he took my hand as we started walking. “You’re right though. I was a dickhead, always putting myself in dangerous situations. And look at me now … a daemon slave to our Master, my only function to have kinky fetish sex …”
“True, and that goes for both of us.” Passing a Club that advertised a show every half hour featuring everything from striptease through to actual sex, I agreed. “I guess I deserve this, especially when I think of some of the things I did to get my Dad’s wife to dump him.”
“Don’t be daft.” He squeezed my hand. “No good beating yourself up over it, and anyway, being like this is a hell of a lot better than what we’d have ended up like if the daemon hadn’t decided to make us his servant slaves.” Arriving at the shrine, he pecked my cheek. “Besides, love, if you hadn’t screwed up, and if I hadn’t … we wouldn’t be together …”
There was no way I could argue against that, so I kissed him and we. Both submitted to the monks and prepared to receive the offerings of the Master’s devotees. Besides, I thought, my butt and my mouth both full of cock, I was getting exactly what I’d craved and dreamed of all through my teens — lots and lots of cock …
