Service Completed
Jeff found us ‘dressed’ and ready.
“We’re going to do the rounds of some of the movie venues today,” he told us. “There’re several shows in each, the big ‘public’ theatres are mainly for the less explicit and fun stuff made by the big companies, then there’s the more specialist venues, mostly small clubs, and finally there’s the underground …”
“What sort of thing do they show in the big theatres?” I asked as we prepared to leave.
“Oh the kind of thing anyone can view, like Brokeback Mountain, or Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.” He laughed. “The Club venues are more specialised. Mostly more explicit stuff, and all shorts, the underground venues are really explicit. We’ll be attending the Cavern of Bondage tonight.” Watching me he smiled. “There’s a movie featuring a kid you may recognise in the main attraction.”
With my attention on the street we were following I didn’t immediately catch his meaning. “Someone I may recognise … Oh shit. Not Crystal Productions? Not ‘Losing his innocence?”
“That’s the one.” Jeff’s grin widened. “You wouldn’t happen to know the movie? There’s a kid in it looks just like you …”
“Erm … yeah, okay, it is me. It’s one part of how I screwed up my life and tried to screw my father’s as well …” Glancing at Den, I added, “I told you about it …”
“You did …” Den licked his lips, his tongue momentarily showing the brilliant red of his daemon self. “And now I get to see it …”
The venue was a small one. Located on the second floor of a three storey building, once a warehouse, the seating was apparently from and old cinema, and the huge LED screen took up most of the end wall. Jeff lead us to seats near the middle of the ‘theatre’ as it slowly filled up.
“This’ll do,” he said softly. “You two don’t need to do anything more than watch the movie.” He chuckled. “Unless you want to … The Master will ensure your pheromones do the rest …” He stopped as a Master of Ceremonies took up a position in front of the screen and tapped the mike he held.
“Today’s special showing, friends,” he began, his rubber jeans and the harness on his chest set off by the peaked rubber cap and the broad cuffs on his wrists, “We have something really hardcore for you. It’s one of only three movies with this particular sub starring … and ‘Losing his innocence’ has everything.” He laughed. “The film crew obviously enjoyed themselves, I hope their subbed did too …” He waited for the catcalls and comments to die down. “You can judge for yourselves. The company that created this specialised in these extreme scenes — real no holds barred sex — always using new subs. About two and a half years ago they ceased production, and the three movies we’re showing starring Johnno Bareback are possibly their last and, in my option, their best … And now, fellow Rubbermen — enjoy Johnno losing his ‘innocence’ …”
Behind him the huge video screen lit up and the logo I’d never seen appeared, replaced rapidly by the title, and then a Star Wars type of flying script introduction. Suggestive music began to swell and slowly the scene switched to show me, wearing jeans so tight it looked as if they’d been painted onto me, walking up a quiet street. Gradually the music assumed a more threatening tone as I mounted the stairs to the front door of a large Georgian townhouse and rang the doorbell.
The door swung open as the music grew and a large figure in serious rubber beckoned me to enter. I remembered all too vividly what was about to happen, and winced as on the screen I turned to ask the rubber man closing the door a question. Right on cue another rubber man stepped behind me, pulled a thick rubber hood over my face and head and a third grabbed my arms and held me so firmly it had hurt. A syringe flashed briefly, and my struggles ceased.
I’d been told the injection was a prop and wouldn’t actually penetrate. In fact it was real, and had made me very compliant. The scene changed and now I was still hooded, naked, but fastened over a sort of trestle while men in white rubber apparently conducted a medical — at least that’s what the dialogue suggested. What I remembered was that I was being prepped and primed for use in an orgy in which I’d give head, get butt fucked, have my cock enjoyed, be dosed with something that kept me randy as hell, and, with several costume changes — always rubber — eventually find myself leaving the house looking disheveled, exhausted and my jeans now stained around the crotch and damp at my butt …
It all came rushing back. The anger, the fear, the soreness in my butt after being fucked, dildoed, plugged again and again on the pretext the camera hadn’t got the exact shot the director wanted, or I’d failed to respond … but most of all the shame of knowing I’d put myself into this position to hurt my father … In that moment I realised how stupid I’d been, but, at the same time, I had to acknowledge that I’d wanted to do almost everything I’d endured and had actively tried to get it. I was glad of the darkness as my eyes pricked with tears, and found comfort in Den’s arm going round my shoulders, and a gentle hug.
From the scent of cum in the air, most of the viewers had found the film more than arousing. Jeff steered us out and into the now twilit street. Announcing that he’d served a table for us.
“I’ll say this for you, Kim, you certainly didn’t hold back …” Jeff said as we walked. “Did you enjoy making that?”
“It was fun to start with …” I hesitated. “I mean I’d fantasised about doing some of it … and I was pretty naive … but it wasn’t quite as much fun as it sounded … and they used some drug on me …”. I swallowed. “This isn’t everything they filmed. And then the blackmail started …”
“Uh, huh. That team did that. You weren’t the first, but most of their victims either gave in to them completely and ended up on drugs — serious drugs — or jumped off a bridge somewhere.” Owen patted my back, and Den squeezed my hand. “You got lucky.”
Owen was at the door at midday. We’d enjoyed a late sleep, given each other another dose of head, and then at Den’s suggestion, fucked each other. Now, with our libidos more stable, we greeted him happily, but still naked. That changed as he stepped inside. Now we had the chastity devices causing our tight fitting denims to pull their seam tight into our butt cracks and tight teeshirts showing off our pecs and nipples.
“We’re heading down to Bondi. You guys like fish? There’s a damned good fish and chip shop there. Jeff and I often get some fish there and eat nearby — just got to watch the shitehawks — they’ll have the fish and the chips out of your hands before you can blink.”
“What’s happening there?” I asked.
“The Drag Queens have a bit of a parade. It’s good fun and we thought you’d enjoy it.” Owen grinned. “You need to see at least a bit of our beautiful city. There’s a lot more to enjoy than just your supercharged libido.”
The day was fun, for us at least. The fish and chips delicious, the ‘race’ hilarious, and the tour Owen and Jeff treated us to a chance just to relax and appreciate being together, and, for the moment, human or as human as our daemon features and restrictions allow. We crawled into bed well after midnight, having toured a number of bondage and rubber venues, and enjoyed satisfying our own lust.
The day of the big Parade was hilarious fun. We took our places with a number of other rubber bondage enthusiasts, our ‘normal’ harness on show together with our bondage cuffs and chains, and displaying our heavy metal chastity belts. Jeff and Owen walked beside the ‘float’ from which we threw wrapped condoms into the throng on the pavements as we passed. Other floats were doing similar, and all the usual Pride flags and banners were on display in the crowd and on the floats.
“If anyone had told me I’d be doing this, and wearing … whatever everyone sees us wearing … before I found …” Den began.
“I know.” I chuckled, throwing another handful of condoms into the crowd. “And I’d already starred in porn videos — but this … this is even wilder.”
“You think this is wild?” Owen asked, grinning, “You have no idea what the guys who use the condoms you and Den are throwing will experience …”
“Why? Are they special?” I asked, throwing another handful.
“Well, they aren’t the same as the ones everyone else is handing out.” He laughed. “Anyone using them is going to want to explore his rubber side … and so will his partner …”
Initially a little nervous, we soon got into the spirit of it and enjoyed ourselves, grateful in the glare of the sun and the heat, for the canopy over the float and liberal sprays of sunscreen administered by some of our companions. It was a blast, and so was the party that followed at the end of the Parade.
The rest of the week we were assisting in the shop in King’s Cross by day, and doing the rounds and demonstrating bondage outfits in private and ‘open’ shows by night. Almost before we realised it, our five days were up. It had been tremendous fun and, thanks to Owen and Jeff, we’d learned a great deal, and got to know Sydney. Our return to the Temple was as abrupt as ever, and we were welcomed by our Daemon Master as we arrived.
“Well done, my children,” our Master greeted us as we dropped to one knee and bowed our heads. “I sensed that you enjoyed yourselves and learned a great deal.”
“We did, Master.” I sensed that something had changed in our absence. Automatically, my hand found Den’s and our grip tightened.
“You enjoyed yourselves? Enjoyed being human again?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master … Jeff told us …”
“Good.” The Master paused. “You have learned to love one another, and you have learned the folly of seeking to harm yourselves in an effort to harm others. Look behind you. Kim-gee your place is taken by one who has much to learn, and yours, Den-gee will be taken in due time. For now I bind you to the service of Kim-gee … you will serve each other in the human world again, though you will both remain bound to this place and to my service — like Jeff and Owen.”
We looked behind us. Our plinth was indeed taken by a new slave daemon.
“Master?” I began. He stopped me.
“I am placing you both in the care of Jeff and Owen. When I wish you to serve me, I will summon you.” He smiled his daemonic smile and touched us both with his magnificent penis. “Now go, and take care of each other. Den-gee, serve Kim-gee, your companion lover well.”
We staggered as the world spun and we were once more in the apartment in Sydney. I stared at Den and he stared back. Both of us were naked, except for the decorated rubber cuffs on our wrists and ankles. Our flaccid cocks showed the daemon decoration faintly, and remained as large as before, as did our scrotums.
Jeff stood and grinned. “Welcome back, guys. You’ve both earned your freedom — or at least you have, Kim. Den, you’re basically still bound, but Kim’s your ‘master’, but free to do whatever he allows.” He grinned. “That’s how me and Owen started.”
“But what’ll we do?” I asked. “I mean we’ve no money and no jobs — who pays the rent on this place?”
“You do, mate. It’s your flat, and as for jobs, you work for me — until you decide otherwise, of course.” Placing his hands on our shoulders, he grinned at our shocked expressions. “Now, in the closet in your bedroom you’ll find jeans, teeshirts, jackets — everything you need to go out in public.” He winked. “And a few things for when you’re private.” Releasing us he stepped back. “And you’re both full Australian citizens, born here, grew up here — everything. You’ll remember it all when you need to. Oh, and the kitchen’s stocked with food.” Heading for the door, he added, “Be at the shop tomorrow at ten.” He winked. “And enjoy your first night of freedom …”
As the door closed behind him, I took Den into my arms and kissed him.
“Want to eat first? Or celebrate …” His mouth met mine and our tongues entwined as our cocks hardened between us.
“Celebrate.” I replied, kissing him. “We’ve got a hell of a lot to learn, and this time we better not screw ourselves up …”
We made for the bedroom and celebrated the start of our new lives. New in every sense as I discovered as I enjoyed giving my beloved Den head. We were now ‘human’, but retained some of our daemon features, not least our ability to enjoy multiple cum shots …
It was very late before we ate, and we slept soundly.
