Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 21:57:53 -0500
From: amcterrapin@netscape.net
Subject: The Daemon Inside part 2

The Daemon Inside

By AMc Copyright 2006. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction; any
resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author
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Part 2

Charybdis stood behind him and gripped Martin firmly. Slowly he drove
Martin insane by alternately stroking himself then Martin to the point of
orgasm only to back off. Martin strained at his bonds, his body bathed in
sweat. He was smothering under the building tension, heat and heavy scent
in the air.

Here he was bound to a bed being tortured by a daemon of that guilt. He
resisted as Charybdis continued to grind against him. He muttered a prayer
under his breath as he felt the irresistible pull of an orgasm build in his
balls while Charybdis massaged him. He lurched forward sending ropes of
semen onto the bed. He continued to stroke Martin until his sensitive penis
was raw. He laughed as Martin writhed to escape his grip. He finally
released Martin who sank to his knees in exhaustion. Charybdis calmly
washed his hands in a basin on the table. He went and snuffed out a white
candle with a pinch of his fingers.The smell of incense brought back
memeories of the Church.

Becoming a priest seemed so natural, so obvious to him. When he was
ordained his whole family was there as witnesses. They were so proud of him
as he was filled with God's light. When he walked through the village
people greeted him respectively and kissed his hand. Too late he realized
the mundane reality of being a priest. He disliked the elaborate ritual and
heavy robes used in mass.

Dealing with screaming babies at baptism made the sacrament almost
painful. Listening to parishioner's complaints on a daily basis overwhelmed
him. They asked his opinion of everything; their marriages, children
rearing and their jobs. He was suffering from compassion burn out. The
robe, flowing beard and cap clutched at him.

No, no he preferred quiet study and the solitude of prayer. He loved to
spend hours gazing at the icons in the church or sitting in the hills
absorbing the beauty of nature; at one with all God's creation. A sharp
pain brought Martin back to the present as Charybdis twisted his balls and
he cried out.

"You chose the wrong path and look where it's led you." he said as though
reading his thoughts. Martin arched his back to relieve the hold on him.

That's unfair, he despaired. He agonized over his decision to leave the
church. He spent three years in virtual isolation as he struggled with the
painful realization he was not intended to be a priest. His family was
horrified by his turning away from the church and by extension,
salvation. The shame and rejection was so unbearable, Martin left home
quietly one day and disappeaered.

He resisted the lure of the flesh. He only gave himself to William
once. His liaisons with Daniel were mostly kissing and fondling. God he was
handsome, Martin realized and wanted Daniel to take him but he was afraid
of giving himself to another and be lost for good.

As Martin knelt on the cold floor collecting his breath Charybdis returned
to the bed pointing his cock in Martin's face. Martin looked up at the
figure above him, his eyes hooded in lust as he masturbated
obscenely. Martin tried to turn away but Charybdis grabbed his hair,
forcing him back.The daemon mocked him as he rapidly pulled on the red
swollen member in his hand. He stopped suddenly and shoved Martin's face
into his groin.

"You want to suck it don't you? They told you it's wrong but it's what you
want isn't it? Go ahead, lick it." he taunted.

The musky scent made him dizzy as he inhaled. He reached out with his
tongue and barely touched the head, tasting the fluid percolating from the
piss slit. There was a jolt of electricity between them and with a gasp the
daemon came. Martin flinched but not fast enough and the climax splattered
on his face.

"Fuck." Charybdis swore angrily and slapped Martin in the face with his
still hard penis making him shudder in revulsion.

Martin knew what he was doing. Masturbation was a sin, the sin of Onan, a
waste of manhood. `You mustn't touch yourself and give in to base desire,'
he had been sternly admonished by his religious teacher.

So this is what he's become, a whore to a daemon of desires he can not
resist. It made him sick to his stomach. He sobbed, watching as seman,
tears and mucus from his runny nose dripped to the floor in a disgusting
mess. He continued to heave, his keening filled the room.

When William, the only person he ever loved outside his family, died in a
car accident he saw it as divine retribution for his fall from grace. Never
mind that he wasn't suited to be a priest and had nothing to do with
William's death or his being homosexual. All the guilt, rejection and loss
crashed down on him as he knelt on the hard marble floor, naked and
weeping.

Charybdis freed his arms and tenderly wiped his face with a wet cloth. For
a moment he saw the pale face of Daniel looking down at him.

"Daniel save me." he gasped between sobs. The eyes clouded over and the
face hardened into the visage of the dark skinned daemon again.

"I am not entirely cruel." Charybdis whispered as he continued to caress
him. It suddenly occurred to Martin that Charybdis saw him as a student
rather than prey. He was a strict master whose task was to bring the
penitent back to the right way of thinking. Or drag him to hell.

Martin was hauled up by the arm and tossed on the bed like a piece of
clothing. He lay unresponsive as he was shackled to the bed posts spread
eagle and face up. His head was propped with a pillow so he could watch the
daemon as he moved around dousing a few candles.

"You'd better put out a black one ." Martin admonished, since the daemon
was keeping score. He glowered at Martin then with a flick of his finger
extinguished the flame. A thing ribbon of smoke rose from the wick, visible
against the dark drapes.

He walked over to Martin and planted a foot on his balls, the thin tail
visible between his legs. He gazed coldly at the man squirming physically
and mentally under the assault. Martin closed his eye, pleading to God for
help.

"There's no one here to help you priest." he said with certainty.

"God will help me." he retorted, raising his head in a defiant
gesture. Charbydis pushed harder.

"No you're damned, `thou shall not lay with a man as you lay with a
woman'. I'm pretty sure sucking a man's cock qualifies, don't you?" he
sneered.

"God loves all his children, even those who have strayed." Martin asserted
but he wasn't so sure as tears blurred his vision.

"Really? He has a strange way of showing it." his voice dripping enough
irony to give Martin pause.

Somewhere a bell tolled midnight. Charybdis looked up in surprise as if he
had forgotten something. He quickly recovered his composure and gave Martin
a look so intense it pinned him to the spot more than the restraints
did. Without a word he left the room, leaving Martin on the bed.

	* * * *

Daniel opened the door to the darkened house letting in his friend.

"Are you alright?" The thin man asked, looking at Daniel with concern.

" I'm Fine Paolo." he answered. A quick smile flashed across his face but
he was troubled.

"It's harder than I expected and even harder to control myself." he
confessed with a deep sigh.

Daniel rubbed his forehead, weary but alert. He paced momentarily, wearing
only running shorts; his pale skin reflecting the dim light coming through
the window of the salon.

Paolo thought him part brave and part foolish. He knew he was doing this
out of love for Martin but delving into anyone's psyche was always
perilous. He was touched that Daniel cared enough to risk losing Martin
with this mad idea. They had gone over the plan at great length while
sitting in a cafe, discussing safeguards and possible outcomes. Daniel
learned more about the Greek church, it's devils and mythology than he ever
wanted.

"Be careful, the Greeks, like we Italians, take their religion very
seriously. Don't be too -hard or blasphemous. It could backfire." Paolo
gently warned him.

"I know ." he said in strong agreement.

Paolo remembered the reason for his visit and retrieved a plate of
antipasto out of a picnic basket and handed it to Daniel who frowned.

"You will both be hungry after tonight." he explained and Daniel nodded.

"Did you bring the stuff?" Daniel asked and Paolo took out a small syringe
from his pocket.

" You sure you can give him a shot?"

"My mom is diabetic, so I've done this before." Daniel answered and hid the
syringe on the plate next to the olives. Standing in the dim light, Paolo
noticed Daniel staring out the window, his blue eyes revealing inner
turmoil.

"You're doing fine." Paolo said putting a hand on his shoulder but could
feel tension there.

"I want him so bad." he said softly, voicing a private urge as if Paolo
wasn't there.  Paolo knew what Daniel meant and it would be disastrous if
done wrong.

"You know a woman is always taken but it is best to offer yourself to her
first." he said then blushed at the personal revelation. Daniel's dark
expression was illuminated with sudden inspiration. He leaned over and
kissed Paolo on the cheek.

"Are you sure you're not gay?" he half joked. Paolo chuckled with a shake
of his head.

"No, no mia Teresa, she will not be so happy." he said still blushing and
they both laughed. There was a strained silence as Daniel looked down at
the plate in his hands and remembered his task.  Paolo gave him another
look of concern.

"Come back at dawn, we'll be done then." Daniel assured him. Paolo gave him
a brief hug and left.