5
An Assignment to the Future
Our master made some small adjustments to our daily routine as the months past. The most obvious change was to return us to the temple an hour before the sunrise, allowing us time to be ourselves, and to enjoy each other’s company. At this time we were able to leave our hidden temple and walk, hand in hand, in the beautiful gardens and buildings of the main temple. Denzyl loved this freedom to study the artistry — he had been studying Eastern Art, hence his willingness to come to Bangkok — and I simply revelled in having his company and the freedom to enjoy the open air, the scent of the flowers and the beauty around us. And I loved to listen to him as he talked about the artistry around us.
With each passing month — we could now figure it out by watching the moon —we became closer.
“Kim-gee, Den-gee, tonight I will reward you. You have done well in your service.” The Master waited as Den eased himself off my erection and held out his hand to help me rise from the couch.
Together, we made our bow as the chains detached from our wrists and ankles.
“Thank you, Master.” We glanced at each other, our faces still in their daemon form, and our daemon genitals as always displaying our arousal. It struck me that my companion was stunningly beautiful in the very decorative harness with the decorated collar and the cuffs and ankle cuffs we both wore.
“You have both proved obedient, and you have learned humility. As a reward I will send you into your own world, among your own people, for five days. I have chosen the place with care.” The Daemon smiled. “There is a carnival. A celebration of Gay life.” His smile widened. “You will join the parade as my servants — with a small adjustment — but outside of the Carnival and Parade, you will be free explore your love.”
“Thank you, Master. A Gay Pride Carnival?” Den asked.
“Yes. One focussed on your fetish. In public you will wear your chastity devices as in the Phatpong shrine, at other times you will wear rubber - in chastity. In your residence, you will be free to give each other the sexual pleasure you crave.” Placing a clawed hand on each of our shoulders, he said, “Grasp each other’s penis and give each other. Your tongues.”
The Hall vanished and we staggered slightly as we found ourselves standing in what appeared to be a living room in a small but comfortable apartment. A huge television screen was mounted on one wall, and the room opened onto a deep balcony with a vista of park beyond.
“Wow.” I gasped. Wasting no time, I kissed my lover. “I’ve no idea where we are, do you?”
“Not a clue.” Den shook his head. “He said we’d be here for five days … for a Pride Parade.” Holding me, he smiled. “Do you think we’re free to …”
“I think so.” A growl in my stomach made me laugh. “I do know one thing — I’m hungry. For once, not for what we get all day every day.”
We both laughed as his stomach also growled. Studying my lover I noted his beautifully defined muscles beneath the tight rubber suit, and the heavy decorated harness. Our outfits matched, as did our physiques. Like mine, his long thick penis hung over his scrotum, both features exactly as we were displayed in the temple, but, for now, not erect. Curiously I realised that though I still felt a strong sexual attraction, sex was not the top of either of our agendas right now.
“Damn. You know, it's strange ...” he frowned, “I’ve not been hungry in all the time I’ve been in the Temple. You?”
“Same.” I shook my head. “And I’ve been a daemon slave for at least a year longer. I don’t remember eating at all — except that time we were in that temple stupa … We ate there. I think …”
“We’d better see if we’ve got anything here. I’m starving.”
The kitchen was well stocked, and it took us only a quick look through the freezer unit to find everything we needed. Pizza! With these cooked, we returned to the living room to eat.
“Have you noticed anything, love?” I asked between mouthfuls.
“You mean about this flat, apartment … or something else?”
“Try something weird. Here we are, both dressed like wet dreams, both normally gobbling cock or getting fucked — and neither of us has even suggested …”
“True, but I plan to fix that as soon as we’ve eaten,” Den retorted. “And figured out where we are and where the Master wants us to go to be part of this Pride Carnival.”
Taking his plate and stacking it with mine, I poured more OJ for us both and grinned. “I can answer that.” I passed him a flyer. “I found this wallet with a whole load of stuff while you prepared the pizzas … We’re in Sydney, and we have a place on a float in the parade and tickets to the big party … Oh, and a booth in the market to sell bondage stuff — the vanilla stuff, not what we usually get used on us.”
“Sydney? The Sydney Mardi Gras? Holy fuck …” Awed, he studied the flyers. “And we’re on float number seven? Holy fuck … Like this?”
“Looks like it. Here’s our Mardi Gras and Parade passes.” Laughing I passed him his. “So your full names are Denzyl Montgomery Fairchild? Very posh …” I teased. “Funny, it never mattered to me that neither of us knew each other’s full names before … and now I don’t care who you are or who I am, the only thing that matters to me is we are together and I love the man sitting across the table from me. I’d love him if we weren’t daemons, I’d love you if …”
He grabbed my ID and read it.
“And you’re Kimberley John Jameson …” He grinned. “Kimberley Jameson? The diamond merchants?”
“Was. I don’t exist to them anymore and never did, according to the Master.”
I never got to finish as Den was round the table and beside me, his arms round me and his kiss possessive and passionate, his daemon tongue entwined with mine as our cocks hardened, the daemon 'decoration' becoming vivid.
“My beautiful daemon lover,” he sighed. “It doesn’t matter who either of us is or was. I think our Master is teaching us a lesson. Otherwise why has he sent us here, allowed us to be ourselves, and to have this freedom …”
“He’s left us at least partly daemon, my love.” Extending my daemon tongue I touch the tip of his nose with the pointed tip as I pressed my now rigid cock against his. “I think you’re right though, but he’s got a sense of humour with it — I mean here we are, in a city neither of us knows, taking part in a carnival neither of us have ever visited before. It’s going to be one hell of a learning curve!”
“True. But it’s a chance to get to know each other properly as well.” His tongue flicked out, touching my nose. “Let’s see what we can see from that balcony and try to figure out how we handle this.”
From the balcony we found ourselves looking over a busy street lined with well kept older buildings.
“I don’t know why, but I know where we have to go in the morning, love.” Squeezing his hand, I looked around at the rainbow decorations and the buildings. “Want to explore? We’re in the heart of Kings Cross or Darlington.”
“Like this?” Den grinned. “We’ll get arrested.”
“The Master said we’d be wearing ‘street’ rubber if we went out.”
“Yeah. In chastity …” Turning to me he asked, “Do you want to take a walk? Explore a bit?”
“Yes, I think we should.” Pecking his cheek, I added, my hand caressing his rigid member, “We need to at least know where we are and where we have to be for the ‘fair’ part — according to the tickets and stuff we’re supposed to be at a booth called ‘The Bondage Demon’.” With a laugh I added, “Assisting the owner, Owen Henshaw …” Looking at the card again, I frowned. “And his partner, Jeff Ng.”
“Sounds interesting. I expect we’ll be the demonstrators …” Shrugging, he smiled. “Okay, let’s test your theory about our outfits.” Turning, he dropped to one knee, his hand gripping my cock. "But first ..." His tongue gripped my penis just behind my swollen glans, and drew it into his mouth ...
My daemon lover knew what he was doing, and made sure I gave him my full load of daemon cum. Then I did the same to him ...
“You were right, Kim.” Den studied his rubber jeans, the sailor fly zips bright silver against the shiny black of the rubber. A loose silk shirt, open almost to his navel covered his chest and the collar and cuffs on his wrists had replaced his daemon harness. Stylish boots on his feet completed his visible attire, but the sailor fly of his jeans had a solid bulge and covered the chastity belt now encasing his genitals. “I like it, and I must say you look incredible — bloody sexy.”
Dressed in a similar pair of rubber jeans with an exposed ‘though’ zip, a tight teeshirt and the collar and cuffs of my daemonhood, I smiled.
“The Master did say this would be our ‘stepping out’ dress.” He fingered the cuff on his wrist, admiring the detailed decoration imprinted into the thick rubber. Close scrutiny would, he knew, reveal that it depicted a pair of male nudes in bondage gear performing fellatio with each other on one wrist, and fucking each other in three positions on the other. The figures were so cunningly done that the design had to be studied up close to see exactly what it depicted. He knew the collar would carry depictions of him in bondage — again only really obvious on close examination and Den’s were the same. The doorbell sounded. “Damn. I wonder who that is?”
“I’ll get it,” Den was nearest the door anyway, and as he turned to answer, he flashed a grin. “At least we’re not going to give any visitor a shock like this.”
Opening the door, he confronted two older rubber men.
“Good, you’ve arrived. And the Master was right, you two are dynamite ...” The first man greeted him with a smile. “I’m Owen and this is Jeff.”
“Er, good to meet you,” Den stood back, “Um, come in. I’m Den and that’s Kim …”
The men entered and I noticed they were both dressed in rubber jeans like ours, but Jeff wore a crop top and Owen a colourful teeshirt. I stared in surprise as I got a good look at Owen. He wore a collar like ours and his wrists carried identical cuffs. He saw my stare.
“Yeah, we’re also servants of the Daemon you guys are bound by. Welcome to Sydney and Pride Week.” Owen grinned, throwing an arm round my shoulders and giving me a hug in greeting. “We’ve done our time as his slaves as well.” He laughed, his arm still over my shoulders. “You must have completed the first year and some of your slavery to have been given this time out.”
“Er, um, I’m not sure how long we’ve been his daemon slaves. You kind of lose track when you’re either having sex in the shrine or being a statue in the temple all the time …” I hesitated, trying to remember. “But I think I’ve been a daemon for about two years. Den joined me something a little over a year ago.”
“Congrats.” The man called Jeff laughed. “Only another couple of years and you’ll be joining us, or some other former daemons somewhere …”
“You mean … he, the Master, sends us back into ‘normal’ society after seven years?” Den asked, his surprise obvious.
“Define normal, cobber …” Owen laughed. “Yeah, he generally turns his slaves loose after a few years in his service, although it’s a bit more complicated. A lot depends on you, and on your partner, and why he enslaved you ...” Extending his tongue he displayed the fact it was still fully daemonic. “And the other part is the same — still the daemon. The difference is that we’re mostly free to live our lives together and he provides for us. Anyway, we came over to see if you were here, and to take you out to see where you’ll be working with us for the next few days. Either of you been to Sydney before?”
We both shook our heads.
“Okay, well there’s plenty to see and amuse you. Ready? Then let’s go for a walk and we’ll show you the landmarks.”
