6
Pride
It was very late when we got back to the flat. Owen and Jeff had shown us around alright, and we’d realised we’d almost forgotten what it was like to be our human selves.
“We’ll come round to collect you tomorrow — make that later today.” Owen grinned. “As you’ve seen the place is really buzzing. Enjoy yourselves, you can expect us at about nine — the fair stalls don’t get started much before eleven but we need to set it all up.”
Closing the door I turned and found Den naked and smiling as he studied me. My own outfit vanished, leaving me, like him, wearing only the collar and four daemon cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Our hefty members and our large scrotums, released from the confinement of the chastity belts, dangled relaxed, for once, the ‘decorations’ that normally covered them now only faintly visible
“What now, my love?” He asked, smiling as he eyed my relaxed organ. “Bed? I’m actually pretty tired. How about you?”
“Funny, I’m the same.” Kissing him as I took his hand, I added, “I’d forgotten what it felt like to be tired. Bed sounds like a good plan — especially as we’re going to be busy helping Owen and Jeff tomorrow …”
He slipped an arm round my waist as we walked to the bedroom. Standing next to the double bed, we faced each other and kissed. Our hefty organs touched and we felt the electric thrill run through us from the contact, without comment, we slid into the bed and pulled the light covers over us.
“I’d forgotten what a bed felt like,” Den sighed, his hand exploring my stomach. “Do you think the Master will let us do this again … between now and when he may release us as Owen says he does?”
“I hope so.” His body felt wonderful against mine, and somehow very different to how he felt as a daemon. His touch was gentle, and loving, and I felt the attraction was mutual and growing stronger. My hand found his rigid erection and his found mine. In this department we were both still fully daemon, and so were our tongues. The only difference was they were once more ‘human’ colours, and not the reds, golds and black of our daemonic manifestation. We turned to face each other, our tongues exploring each other’s lips.
Words became unnecessary as we slowly made love to one another, kissing, fondling, caressing one another’s bodies. This went beyond sex, this was the consummation of something far deeper culminating in us both applying our mouths to each others magnificent daemon erections and finally enjoying the eruption of a flood of our cum nectar.
“Mmm, my darling, Den,” I murmured as we moved to lie together, our heads sharing the pillows, “You taste and feel wonderful.” My tongue traced his lips. “I hope that, one day, we can be free to share this every night …”
His tongue met mine and drew me into his mouth for a prolonged, gentle and very loving kiss.
“So do you, my beloved.” He sighed. “Jeff told me that we will be like them — bound to each other, and retaining the daemon anatomy …” His teeth flashed in the light filtering through the window, and his tongue flicked out to touch my nose. “As long as we’re together …”
We talked, and petted one another for a while longer, the tiredness growing within us. Eventually spent and now exhausted, we curled up face to face and slept … and dreamed.
We both awoke, giggling like girls, from the same dream, positioned ourselves and took each other’s rigid member straight into our mouths. Unusually, neither of us needed long before we were both shooting our loads. Savouring the daemon cum nectar, we embraced and kissed, our tongues exchanging the residue of our cum as they met and explored. The contact of our bodies gave us both a feeling of invigoration, almost renewal and we rolled apart with the feeling of being wonderfully alive and deeply in love.
“Wow,” Den breathed. “I can’t remember ever feeling this good …” Shyly, he touched my hand. “Or this … loved?”
“Same.” Slipping an arm round his waist, I said, “It’s still early. Fancy a coffee? Maybe some breakfast of the normal kind?”
“You bet.” He laughed. “Funny thing, I just realised that, until last night, I can’t remember actually eating since … And now I’m hungry.”
Coffee in hand we moved to the balcony. Our breakfast of cereal, fruit and yogurt washed down with fruit juice had tasted like a gourmet meal and now we felt ready for whatever we faced. The sun was still quite low and spread a golden light across the buildings and the street.
“I wonder what today will be like?” Den asked. “Jeff says their stall is a display of all the bondage gear they make and sell.”
“You can bet we’ll be demonstrating some of it,” I replied. “We’re slave servants of the Daemon of Rubber Fetish Bondage remember.”
“Could I forget?” Den’s laugh was musical. He watched the changing light for a bit. “You know, I was contemplating committing suicide when the Master called me … Now I’m loving what I am, and with you …”
“You said it, Den.” Gathering our coffee mugs, I kissed his cheek. “Together, whatever the Master makes us do. Just remember — I love you …”
We discovered what our outfits for the fair would be as the doorbell rang shortly before nine. Mine was rubber chaps, boots, a chest harness and a hefty and ornate chastity belt. The collar and the cuffs, at my wrists, became more prominent, though you had to look really closely to see that the relief pattern on these were depictions of a man in restraints being fucked and sucking cock. Den’s outfit was similar, but slightly more ‘submissive’ than my outfit suggested.
“Here we go,” I joked, opening the door to greet Jeff.
“The Master has kitted you out I see.” Smiling broadly, he continued, “Ready? Then we better go. Got the key and your IDs and tickets?” Jeff’s outfit, similar to what he’d worn for our walk earlier, suggested ‘Master’ while ours were clearly ‘Sub.’
We both showed our passes, and I tapped the small wallet attached to my waistband. “Got the key here and our ID cards.”
“Then we’re good to go.” Jeff waited while I locked the door then led the way. “Better warn you, your outfits will change if you leave the general Paddington-Darlinghurst area. Within it, anyone seeing you — if they are people like us — will see these outfits, police and any non-gay folk will see you wearing jeans and teeshirts, but don’t push it. Some folk can see what’s real, and the daemon charm doesn’t affect them.”
Following him, we soon realised the truth of what he’d said. Our route followed more or less where we’d been the previous evening. Owen was waiting at the stall with a small marquee set up. Trestle tables stood ready, and a number of plastic containers.
“Those outfits look perfect,” he greeted us. Like Jeff, his rubber outfit — figure moulding rubber jeans, boots and an upper body harness — suggested ‘Master’. “Okay, let’s get cracking. The container under each table has the goodies to be displayed. Be creative with the display, we want people to look and ask questions.” Grinning, he explained, “Jeff and I live off the proceeds of the sales and the Fair is usually our biggest day.”
Working with Owen, I unpacked the first of the containers and found myself passing him a wide range of small items like cuffs, cock rings, gags, butt plugs and all the usual — and some unusual — toys and decorations. Then we unpacked hoods, gloves, head harnesses, blindfolds and a couple of really heavy sensory deprivation hoods that took pride of place in the display Owen was arranging.
Meanwhile Jeff and Den were busy setting up mannequins wearing examples of harnesses, jeans, shirts and strait jackets. On racks they hung a selection of these and we managed to have it all set up and arrayed, including a couple of black flags with three red stripes a broad golden yellow band with black bands between the red running across the black field with a shallow’V’ toward the fly, that I learned signalled that this was a rubber fetish and bondage stall.
“Yeah,” Owen grinned at my ignorance as I handed him a cold isotonic drink. The day was heating up now.. “That’s us. Our trade mark. Think about how you appear in the Temple … black balls, red shaft, golden ‘head’, and the rest of your body always shiny black rubber coating, with red and golden decoration. Take a good look at yourselves when you go back.” He grinned. “The Master has his little jokes …”
“I know you said you and Jeff were also daemon slaves, but, are you still? I mean you’re here, and, well, human …”
“We’re still bound too him, Kim, and you will be too.” Gripping my shoulder, he smiled and extended his tongue. Like mine it was pointed and impossibly long. “But he’s pretty generous. As you can see my tongue is … and so is my cock. We have our freedom to live our lives freely. We’re still bound to him, and still do what he requires when he requires it. Once a year we have to attend him in the temple … but the rest of the time he provides for us. This business is our public livelihood, but it’s more just to give us something to do and to meet people.” He grinned and winked. “And influence them …”
“Influence them?” I looked to where Jeff was showing our first visitor and hood.
“Oh yes.” Laughing softly, he nodded. “Watch. That guy has probably been curious about rubber bondage, by the time he leaves here, he’ll be hooked on it.” Watching the guy try on a hood, he continued, “There you go. He’ll be back later and he’ll bring his partner-lover.” Putting down his coffee cup, he smiled. “Here comes our first customer. Let me talk and you can pass the stuff I ask for.”
We got busier as the day went on. The park was thronged, and rainbow flags were everywhere.
“Wait until the Parade . Then you’ll see it all,” Owen told us.
Jeff fetched lunch from a food stall and we ate it in snatches between ‘customers’. No one who came into the marque left without buying something, and, as Owen had suggested the single early customer came back later with his partner. Owen took a substantial order from them, by no means the only large order he or Jeff had taken either.
For our part, as good sub bottoms, Den and I refilled displays, fetched items our ‘masters’ demanded, and had items ‘demonstrated’ on us. Our outfits and our chastity belts were frequently admired and examined, and answered questions about our fetish. It was late when we finally packed everything away and accompanied Owen and Jeff to a ‘beer garden’ for supper and refreshment. Lunch had been a snack from a vendor in the fair, and we’d gone through a lot of cold drinks.
“Time to treat ourselves,” Owen announced. “We’ve had a really good day on sales.” Laughing, he added, “And on spreading the Master’s influence. Let’s get something to eat, a drink, and decide if we want to ‘party’ or something quieter.”
“Somewhere quiet, I think.” Jeff play punched Den’s shoulder. “Our cubbies are looking worn out — not used to being human by the look of them.”
This was true … both of us were dead tired, and hungry, but we perked up when we saw the restaurant. The meal was fabulous, the entertainment great, and the evening fun.
“Tomorrow is the film festival. We’ll take you to one of the showings.” Owen grinned. “You might even recognise one of the actors …”
Back in our flat, our outfits and the chastity devices vanished. Neither of us needed a second invitation. We went sixty-nine on the living room floor.
