Temple Daemon

The temple was like all the others, and I was bored. This had to have been the hundredth my step-mother and my besotted father had dragged me to see on this trip — supposed to cement our ‘new’ family relationship — to the Far East. Okay, so they found all the daemons and tile decorations, painted statues of gods and goddesses fascinating. After the tenth, I’d sort of lost interest. I was eighteen dammit. There were beaches, bars, night clubs to explore, and here I was traipsing round another temple. 

“Show you special part of temple, mister.” The smiling youth was attractive in an odd sort of way. For a moment I couldn’t work out whether he was male or female. “Special part. Only by invitation.”

“It’d have to be a lot more special than this, my friend.”

His smile was full of mischief. “It is, Krap-sah. Very special. Only for those the daemon invites.”

Despite myself, I was intrigued. Glancing at my ‘parents’ some distance away engrossed in photographing some rather amazing statues, I smiled. “And you’re one of those invited?”

Nodding, he smiled. “Yes, but now I am sent to invite you.”

I shrugged. I was bored, and something about this guy intrigued me. His skin seemed soft and silky in appearance, like a woman’s, and his face had a feminine appearance making it difficult to gauge his age. His loose top revealed nothing special, hinting at some well developed pecs, and his shorts, tight and skimpy also suggested nothing unusual. I glanced at my folks, now further away. “Okay, show me this special temple.”

He bowed, his smile widening. “This way, sah.”

I followed, intrigued. He opened a small low door half concealed behind a huge daemon statue I’d walked past earlier, and stood aside indicating I should enter. Ducking, I stepped through to find myself in a passage. He shut the door, and squeezed past me, making rather intimate contact with his crotch against mine as I tried to make room. He grinned as he did, so, his trailing hand adding a further touch as I tried to back away.

“Follow, please, sah. The Daemon waits.” Managing to touch me up again, he turned and led the way, 

My eyes drawn to his perfect butt, his shorts moulded to his butt cheeks, I followed. 

“Many interesting carvings and much decoration in Temple,” he said, over his shoulder. “You like, Daemon pleased. Daemon reward if you make offering.”

The passage descended now, then turned sharply, opening into a small antechamber.. Soft light filtered from somewhere above us. The carvings on the walls were stunning, and very clearly erotic. Everywhere I looked male figures intertwined, their arousal obvious. “Whoa!” I exclaimed, shifting uncomfortably as certain parts of me responded with interest. Still trying to hide my being ‘gay’, I was suddenly very uncertain about this. “Is this for real? I’m not surprised you don’t show this to everyone. Is this the temple?”

He laughed softly. “No, Temple is through this way, but here we must leave all clothing. Can only go beyond if naked.”

“What?” I was reluctant, knowing my arousal must already be visible, and not quite ready to admit I found this one huge turn-on. “I don’t think …” I stopped, my guide had already peeled his shirt and shorts, and was now stepping out of the small thong he wore. 

“Sah, will not regret.” He moved close, his erection plain, though my eyes were on his huge mounded nipples and the small firm breasts supporting them. Reaching for my shirt buttons, he had them open and was easing me out of my shirt before I’d time to think.

“Oh. Oh, alright then.” I surrendered, dropping my jeans and kicking my legs free even as he began to pull down my briefs, releasing my now semi-erect and rather large cock. 

He smiled, carefully folding my clothes and placing them with his in an alcove.  He indicated some figures cut into the wall. “See?” He pointed to one. “You.”

I stared at the figure, small though it was, there was absolutely no mistaking it. The hair stood up on my neck, especially when I noticed that it appeared to show me wearing some rather interesting restraints! I opened my mouth the ask, but then saw what he was indicating in another part of the wall. Again, there was no mistaking the representation. It was him, again wearing restraints, but now with his face and hair made up as a female, and the pose leaving no doubt of his role as a ‘lady boy’. “What is this place?” I croaked, my throat suddenly tight. 

“Temple of Daemon of Lovers of Different.” Taking my hand, he led me to an arched alcove, and touched a carving of a rampant penis constrained by an elaborate looking cage of some sort. Stone grated and slowly the door swung away from us. “Come, Daemon waits. Must not delay. Daemon impatient. Punish if we delay.”

My mind in a whirl, I stepped forward behind him, into a well lit hall. As the door swung closed behind us, I saw the central dais, and the figure of the Daemon. Unlike all the others adorning the temples I’d seen, this one was not monstrous, except in the size of his genitalia. The face was handsome, painted in the style of the other ‘gods’ I’d seen, and his ‘body’ was beautifully carved, every detail lifelike and naturally coloured. He was shown wearing what I could only describe as a Master Harness, and his erection was magnificently displayed. “Oh, wow.” I gasped.

My companion, smiled. “This way, must choose how you serve, then you make offering.” He steered me toward the first of the deep alcoves lining the walls. 

Each one had carvings and a centrepiece depicting some sexual activity, some ambiguous, and some clearly gay. Each involved some form of fetish activity. We’d gone two thirds of the way round the very large chamber before my cock finally signalled that this was the one. the walls were decorated with depictions of bondage activity. Better, it showed the figures dressed in what looked like shiny rubber and heavy, restrictive leather. This was my BIG turn-on. My companion smiled as I gasped, forgetting for the moment my awkwardness and my embarrassment at having my ‘deviance’ so publicly revealed.

“Enter. Put on what you find. I will help you.”

“Er, I’m not sure …”

“Enter. Put on what is there for you. Then we make your offering.”

I approached slowly, my breathing shallow, and fast. Not sure what I would find, but suspecting it would be something I dreamed of on occasion, but could not bring myself to admit to or share. Nervous, I glanced at the walls of the deep alcove, the carved figures decorating them were clearly all me.  On a stone slab beneath a life-sized figure, lay a neatly folded leather garment, silver buckles glinted between the folds. 

Unfolding the heavy leather I almost shot my load right there. Carefully I struggled into the heavy straitjacket and let my guide pull the heavy hood into place. Then I stood still, staring at the large carved figure directly ahead of me showing what I was becoming as my companion closed the zip down the back, and began to secure the heavy straps. 

It fitted like a glove, and once it was secure, I was helpless. My companion turned me, then reached between my legs. “I fasten this, then you ready, and we go to the Daemon.” Kneeling, he looked up, and smiled. “Spread legs a little please. There is plug, and I must position it properly.”

“Gnngh!” I bit my lip as the slim, tapered plug penetrated my hole, then he was carefully passing my rampant erection and scrotum through an opening in the soft leather and cinching the securing straps tight. “Um,” I mumbled. “Um, I’m not sure about this …”

“Plug feel good?” My companion smiled up at me. “Soon feel much better.” He stood gripping my elbow. “Come, Daemon waits.”

“Er, okay, but what must I do?”

“Daemon show. Come.”

The statue seemed to glow as we approached, and I gasped as it slowly turned, then stepped down to meet me, it’s rampant erection glistening. The jewelled harness reflected myriad lights, as my companion knelt, and bowed deeply. “I bring the westerner, oh Daemon.”

“You have done well, Ganjee. I will reward you later.” The glowing eyes remained fixed on my face.

Involuntarily, I knelt, and bowed my head. Something made me look up, and I realised that impressive cock was just inches from my face. “You sent for me, Master?”

“Kiss your Master, slave of the Bondage Hall.”

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of the swollen glans.

“Open your mouth, slave.”

I obeyed, hands gripped my head and drew my open mouth onto the rigid cock. I gulped as a thick jet of what smelled and tasted like spunk mixed with honey shot into my mouth. Swallowing, I savoured it, enjoying the taste, and my helplessness to escape. Seconds later the room spun, and I found myself hungrily sucking the gorgeous cock. 

Shooting a second dose into me, the Daemon withdrew, then, with a gesture raised me, gestured and I found myself chained to a stone slab. Then the Daemon set to work to bring me off with his mouth.

“Nnnnngh!” I gasped. I’d never dreamed it could be this intense, and still not be able to ejaculate. The Daemon worked my cock, my balls and my anus until I was absolutely desperate for a cum. Then, and only then, did he allow it, greedily drinking my spunk as my cock deflated.

Finally, he stood back, then touched my shrivelled member with his rampant one, and making me instantly hard again. Turning to the youth that had brought me, he ordered, “Mount him, Ganjee. Your reward is to ride him until I allow him to ejaculate again.” Extending his finger, he touched the plug in my butt. “My agent will stimulate him further.”

I groaned as the lady boy straddled me, carefully lowering himself into position to accept my cock in his boy hole. He smiled down at me as he impaled himself on my cock, and winked. “Are we now paired, Master? The Boy-Girl and the Slave?”

“You are paired, my Ganjee. Enjoy him.”

I surrendered myself completely. I was the Daemon’s slave. His to do with as he demanded. And he demanded plenty. When the lady boy had finished fucking himself on my cock, the Daemon, repositioned me, removed the plug and revealed my butt hole. Then he impaled me on his cock.

“Oooh! Uh …” I gasped as he entered. “Ooooooph! Oooooh, Master! Master, fill me, yes, Master, make me your obedient boy ….” I moaned, and begged as he pumped his cock into me. Slowly between my gasps and moans, I became aware of others gathering, some, like Ganjee, lady boys, others clearly designated to other fetish tastes. I felt the great pulse of spunk flood my cavity, and the glow of pleasure spread. Nothing could ever be same for me now.

I moaned as he withdrew, and again as the slim plug was reinserted. Then I found myself sucking cock as one after another of the gathered devotees presented himself. Finally, it was Ganjee, and I really gave him the best oral sex I could manage. Time stood still, but then I was being freed, stripped by willing and loving hands, then dressed. 

Leading me forward again, Ganjee had me kneel before the Daemon, once more on his plinth. 

“Extend your wrists, Slave of the Bondage Hall.” Extending his hands, he gripped my wrists. “Now return to your own. I will summon you when it is time.”

“Where the hell have you been?” My father looked angry. “We were just about to call the police or someone.”

“Sorry, Dad. I found something interesting and had to explore it. Just lost track of the time.”

“Lost track of the time? You had your mother frantic!”

“My step-mother.” I was tired of his insistence I call her ‘Mum’ when she clearly wasn’t. “Look, I’m sorry. I got carried away, and I’m late, You folk were so engrossed in the temple you didn’t even notice I was gone I bet.” I touched the leather wrist band on my left wrist, a matching band decorated my right arm. It looked plain and old, but if you looked closely, it was decorated with intricate detail, which only showed up if you really looked. I wondered what he’d say if he could see what I was wearing beneath my jeans, or the plug still filling my anus. The thick leather thong brief holding it in place had an intricate web of the rubber and leather straps restraining my cock and balls instead of a pouch would have made him freak. As it was it certainly changed the bulge in my jeans crotch. 

“What are those things on your arms?”

I glanced down at the two inch wide leather cuffs. “Just some wrist bands. Found them on a stall near here, and bought them. I like them. They’re quite old, and a bit unusual.” I offered my wrists, but he waved them away. The Daemon had placed the cuffs there when his minions had released me from the straitjacket and bonds.

He snorted. “Well, if you like them.” It was clear he thought I was being silly wearing them. Come on, our driver’s waiting.” He’d not noticed there were no buckles securing them, nor any seam and they were too tight to slip over my hands.

Following him to the car, I licked my lips again, savouring the lingering taste of the Daemon’s honeyed spunk. My butt, slick with it as well, sent a glow of satisfied desire through me as the slim plug moved in harmony with my walking. I caught a fleeting glimpse of Ganjee, and had to look twice to be sure. He was done up as a stunning girl, in tied top, low waisted, tight fitting, jeans and strappy high heeled shoes. Like me, he wore the wide leather cuffs on his wrists. He winked as we passed, and I grinned, watching my father taking a rather less than paternal eyeful. I grinned as I thought about his reaction had he been able to see this ‘girl’ riding his son’s cock, with his son secured in a leather straitjacket and chained down - and enjoying every minute of it. 

From my seat in the car I watched the passing scene with a detached interest, only half listening to my parent discussing what they’d seen and done. My ears pricked up though when he said casually, “Funny, several times I heard there is a second secret temple at that site, but no westerner who sees it returns they say.”

“Actually, dear, according to the guide book, the legendary hidden temple changes those who see it.” She frowned in disapproval. “Apparently it was concealed because it is devoted to some sort of deviant sexual practices.”

I almost gave myself away by laughing, only just managing to make it sound like a stifled sneeze. The Temple of the Pleasured Senses was only for the deviant alright, or at least what my step-mother would call deviant. I realised then that I was going to have to face moving out of their house almost as soon as we got back home. Coming out was a prospect I wasn’t looking forward to. It would almost certainly lead to a big row, and possibly estrangement between us all. Dad would find himself in the middle, and I didn’t want that for him.

As the car pulled into the Tower Suites car park a voice in my head said, “Fear not, my slave. I shall assist you in this.”

“Thank you!” I thought in reply, and knew I could rely on the Daemon to get me through that when the time came.

Dinner over, I retired to my suite, leaving my father and his wife to enjoy themselves with some friends. Opening my laptop, I connected to the internet and logged into my email. This had barely opened when there was a tap at the door, and I opened it expecting my father. Instead it was a stunningly dressed woman.

“Ganjee?”

He smiled, “Sawasdee. I am come to make you ready.”

“Ready?” I swallowed as he moved past me into the sitting room, his manicured fingers caressing my cheek.

“Yes, the Daemon requires you at his shrine in Patpong. We have much to do to prepare you.” Taking my hand, he/she led me to the bedroom, his touch on the wrist cuffs causing them to change and sending an electric pulse through me that rendered me unable to refuse. He smiled. “We cannot refuse, my friend. We are his slaves.”

I found my voice, already stripped naked, and unable to remember doing so. “Patpong? Isn’t that …?”

“Yes.” He busied himself laying out what looked like an elaborate harness, strange boots and rather scary looking hood. “Must hurry. Master require you be ready when he transport us. Stand still, I take that away.” Indicating the thing still decorating my genitals, he produced something that resembled an amulet. Touching it to the cage caused the device to spring loose. “Remove, please. Hurry. Much to do.”

My mind seething with questions, I obeyed. All it needed was for my father to do his usual check on my room on his way to the suite next door. With a grunt, I removed the plug from my butt, surprised at how clean it was. Putting the thong and its attachments down, I turned, to find Ganjee already holding the harness.

“I fit collar first, then everything else.” He smiled. “You like harness?”

I nodded, as he secured the collar. “Yes. Yes, I like. Do you like being …?”

He smiled. “Lady boy? Yes. Especially now. I your lady boy, you my bondage boy.” He was busy fitting a heavy corset round my waist, then adjusted several straps and fastened more cuffs round my upper arms and just above my elbows. “Tonight I submit to fucking. You watch and attend my boy thing while I am fucked. You like to do this.”

“I’m going to fuck you?”

“No.” He laughed. “You not able to fuck tonight.” He began to fit something over my cock. “Tonight you suck and you get fucked, but you not fuck. Tonight I get fucked, and you suck, all for ritual.” He finished fitting the device to my cock and I stared down at it. A massive steel container, shaped to my cock, but effectively placing it out of use and out of touch. Now he fitted the boots to my legs, and I quickly realised that walking would be tricky, running or any rapid movement, impossible. Straightening up, he lifted the hood. “You almost ready. After tonight you belong to Daemon entirely. We live together. I take care of you, you take care of me. Open mouth please.”

My question was cut off as he slipped a tube into my mouth, and had the hood wrapped round my face and over my head before I could gather my wits. As the leather tightened to my face and head I managed to ask, “‘Ot a‘out ay ‘air’ans?” I could barely see through the pinholes in the hood, and he was already securing my arms to the main harness.

“They not remember you after this. You exist only for the Daemon.” He paused, checking I was completely helpless. Then, with a smile, began to remove his beautiful dress revealing a delicate harness that enhanced his breasts and confined his man parts to a tight package between his legs. “Like me.”

Helpless, I grunted. 

His fingers caressed my butt. “Stand here. The Master comes in a moment. Then we go.” He packed his dress and my clothes into my suitcase, gathered my laptop and everything else of mine, and packed it carefully. When everything was ready, he led me to the sitting room. “The Master comes.”

A moment later the door opened and the Daemon himself walked into the room. I stared he was stark naked, and his erection as obvious as ever. It was totally unreal. “Good, you are ready, my slaves.” He snapped his fingers. “Make your obeisance.”

I moved forward, knelt and did my best to receive his cock head into the tube filling my mouth. Once again I tasted the mix of honey and spunk, then moved aside as Ranjee did the same.

“Good. Follow.” He inserted a dildo gag into the tube in my mouth. “No speaking, slave.”

Reluctantly, but totally unable to refuse, I followed him out into the corridor where a smiling porter took my bags from where they’d been placed and disappeared toward the lifts. 

Reading my thoughts, Ranjee whispered, “He not see how we are. He see everything normal. The same everybody else we meet.” 

Okay, so I will confess that it was a huge turn on to walk straight through the lounge and lobby, in fact within feet of my father and step-mother as they sat drinking cocktails with their friends. My father looked directly at me, even nodded to Ranjee apparently in appreciation of ‘her’ beauty, but showed no sign of recognising me.

After that, being loaded into an open car, at the pavement, in full view of the crowds was something of an anticlimax. Not so the walk through Patpong. Here, clearly, at least something of how we were ‘dressed’ appeared to be on show, but no one interfered or commented. Then we entered the shrine. It was busy, mostly with call girls, lady boys and their pimps making offerings. And now I discovered what was going to happen to me tonight. Here. Now. And, presumably, for the foreseeable future.

With Ranjee strapped down for fucking girly style, I was placed where I would have a view of the action, with my own butt and mouth available to the Daemon himself. Ranjee gave every appearance of enjoying being fucked this way, and I’ll admit that I enjoyed sucking him off after the third fucking, while I was myself fucked by the Daemon. Six times in all I sucked Ranjee, and six times the Daemon, while the other fucked me.

Finally, with dawn breaking, I was placed in spread eagle stocks, stripped naked, and then encased in a tight rubber bondage suit, then, for effect, my cock and balls were tucked between my legs and secured in place with a tight through strap. Ranjee, dressed in a similar, but very feminine suit was chained to me by the wrist, and we were both now paraded round the Market before returning to the shrine. Here we were loaded into a sleek car, and made to embrace, then strapped into that position, with our mouths locked in a kiss by a head harness. 

I remembered nothing of the journey, just that, at our destination I was stiff and no longer even concerned at being seen like this. A pair of saffron robed monks helped us out of the car, then led us into the temple. In the inner sanctum, we were placed on prepared couches our heads toward each other, and our bodies reclined facing the entrance.

The daemon appeared as the monks retired, his erection rigid, and heavy rubber restraints wrapped themselves over my posed body fixing me inescapably in place.

“This is now your home, Slave of the Bondage Hall.” Touching my face with his penis, he ordered, “Take it, and please me.”

“Yes, Master,” I gulped. “What of my parents …”

“They no longer have a son. Please me now.”

His penis entered my mouth as I opened it to ask what he meant, and I had no choice but to give him head. After shooting a large and very prolonged load into my mouth, he explained, “Your parent does not remember you. You do not exist for them any longer — you exist only in my temple, and in my service …” He paused. “Ranjee will serve you and care for you from now on.” Moving to stand in front of Ranjee on his couch, he said, “You chose well Ranjee, now you will both rest, there will be a celebration tonight and my devotees will have much use for you both …”

I wanted to demand being released, but the daemon stepped back, gestured, and everything froze … I could see and hear the stream of supplicants and tourists, but not move. I could not speak, and simply remained fixed to my couch as if I was one of the statue idols … No sooner had this thought formed than I ‘heard’ the daemon in my head. 

“You are a statue in my temple. And here you will remain, my servant …” 

"Yes, Master, I am your servant ... I look forward to serving you and receiving the cum offerings of your devotees ..."