I remember the moment I came into being. So well! And I remember the first thing I saw: Joe’s face. He was surprised, too. Very surprised. Sometimes I still surprise him!
There isn’t much to remember from before. I existed, I think. Maybe my essence is eternal. I don’t know. But when I came into being in Joe’s rice cooker—so strange calls it that, when he doesn’t ever cook rice in it!—I was new. I was me. I didn’t know his name yet, but I was Joe’s demon.
I was pretty sure Joe didn’t understand demons at first. That worried me. I didn’t understand demons either. And my instincts were telling me it was the human’s job to guide me and protect me, so I started to get really afraid. I tried not to show it, though. He was already upset enough.
“Who—what—” He took a breath. I didn’t mind him standing over me. He was very nice to look at. I didn’t know all the words yet: “dirty blond,” “scruffy,” “cerulean eyes” (I read that one in a porno!). It didn’t matter, really. He made me smile. Maybe it was only because he was my human, but I think it was more than that. Does every demon want—need—to make their human’s eyes roll back in their heads with obscene, unlimited pleasure? Maybe not. I guess that makes me one of the lucky ones.
“Who—” (He’d decided on “who,” which I liked.) “—are you?”
I’d levered myself up on my elbows to get a closer look at him, but now I laid back again, hands behind my head like before, enjoying the sizzling warmth of the metal pot I’d come into the world in. “I’m your demon,” I said again.
He nodded a few times. He still seemed bewildered, so maybe he nodded when he was bewildered. I waited, smiling at him. I noticed his gaze drifting down my body a few times, almost like he couldn’t help it. I liked that a lot. It literally felt good for him to enjoy looking at me. It’s hard to explain, but that clear blue gaze of his raking over me made sensations of pleasure bloom and blossom under my skin. I smiled wider, and my penis started to swell, too. Once he saw that he looked away, and though I didn’t have any experience yet with the mortal world my gut told me exactly why he looked so guilty and so adorably riled by such a basic sign of my pleasure.
“Okay,” he said, nodding again. “And—why?”
It seemed like that why had a lot of “why”s behind it, but I didn’t really understand. I didn’t have any answers, anyway. “Because I am?” I said.
“But,” he persisted, “I mean, why are you here?”
I smiled. “You brought me into being,” I told him.
“I brought you into being,” he repeated. “From the couscous?”
“Cous… cous…” I parroted uncertainly.
“And the green card,” he added quickly. “You were in the card, right?”
I shrugged. This seemed to distract him, and his eyes landed on my shoulders, watching them and admiring them. My heart swelled. I knew it was important for my human to like me, and he very clearly liked me.
Maybe only from the outside, though, I thought, and my warm satisfaction faded a bit. But I was sure I could make him like me inside, too. Maybe serving my purpose would help. “What evils do you want me to do?” I said, my eagerness to please creeping into my voice.
“Wait. So you don’t have a name? Or a reason to be here?”
“I am your demon,” I said simply. “I’m here to do—”
“You said that. But you don’t have a name?”
He was very troubled by this. I tried to help. “You could give me one, if you want?” I suggested.
He blinked at me, and I stared contentedly into those eyes. My penis—Joe calls it a “cock”—was fully hard now. He glanced down again, and a little pink spot appeared on his cheeks. That made my arousal just a bit more intense—I was already becoming familiar with the way him looking at me did that to me.
He smiled crookedly. “You’re really, um, turned on,” he said. “Maybe I should call you ‘Randy’.”
I grinned, pleased with the joke. Maybe he would tell me more jokes during out time together. “I like that,” I said.
“I’m Joe,” he said quickly, like he’d just realized he’d forgotten to tell me that.
Knowing his name unlocked something in my heart. I sat up, my hands on the metal surface behind me, my big “cock” pointing straight up toward my heart like it was guiding Joe toward where it lay. “I like that name, too, Joe,” I said, savoring the way it felt on my lips and tongue.
His eyes went abruptly to my hands. “The heat doesn’t bother you?” he asked, concerned.
I shook my head, enjoying the novel sensation of my hair brushing over my shoulders as my head moved back and forth. “I’m okay being hot.”
“I’ll bet,” Joe said—to himself, I think. Who would he be betting with, I wondered. “And you really don’t know how you got here?”
I shook my head again, happy to have a chance to enjoy the feeling a second time.
“And… you’re here to do… evil?”
I nodded. This felt good in a different way, drawing my loose hair across the back of my neck and that spot in-between my shoulders—the one I later discovered to be very sensitive to oral stimulation.
“So… what kinds of evil things are you here to do, Randy?” Joe asked. He sounded a little nervous this time, so I was eager to not make him worry.
“I don’t know,” I said happily.
I thought the blank slate would please him, but if anything he seemed more concerned and perplexed. “You don’t know?” he repeated.
I shrugged. “I don’t know what’s evil,” I said. “I was just brought into being. I think how it works is, you tell me what’s evil, and I do that!”
He blinked a couple times, then burst out with a laugh. “The devil is what men do, huh?” he said. I grinned and did not answer, not sure why he was surprised by this.
Joe’s expression then became kind of crafty, though I almost missed it because he caressed me with his eyes again just then, and my arousal spiked a bit more. “What if I were to say,” he drawled, “that it’s very evil for rice pot demons to… jerk themselves off. While I watch.”
He was staring at me hungrily now. I knew what this was about. I might have just been born and only come face to face with my human mere moments before, but even so I knew, at some fundamental, intrinsic level, about the ins and outs of human pleasure. Maybe that’s in the nature of a demon. It’s what we do, after all, give humans pleasure. My instincts told me that what we do especially is give humans erotic pleasure. I said seriously, “Then it would be very important to me to do that. For you.”
He bit his lip, eyes glinting. I took that to mean “go ahead.” I was so inflamed with rippling, blood-rushing pleasure in every fiber of my demon body that I was actually glad to have the change to cum in front of him. I needed it. Joe had made me need it. I sat fully upright, back straight and legs a little spread, gazing up at him with something like veneration. It came to me then that I might have powers over things in the world, powers latent in me I barely knew existed—but Joe had power over me. Just looking at me for a few moments had made me desperate to orgasm, and to do it in front of him, for him. Him watching me cum would be as euphoric as the release itself! I almost came just knowing that.
I reached for my cock, eager to feel it filling my palm. But before I could take it in hand Joe said, “Wait!”
I stilled and looked up at him, worried. “Is anything wrong, Joe?”
He shook his head. In a little corner of my brain I felt bad—his hair was buzzed very short, nothing like mine. Maybe he’d never known that feeling of hair brushing over your shoulders. I could fix that for him, I realized.
I was thinking about how to do that when he finally spoke again. “Randy,” he said, “can I—can I touch you?”
I grinned. “Of course!” I had to force down my orgasm once more. Joe was going to touch me!
“I mean,” he amended, “are you hot? Like, temperature hot. Because obviously you’re—” He tried again. “Will it burn me if I touched you? Are you, like, infernally hot?”
“Oh!” I said. “Of course, you can touch me,” I said again. “I won’t harm you. I can’t harm you,” I added truthfully.
Hesitantly, he reached into the pot. It had cooled some, but I silently dissipated the rest of the heat lingering in the metal so he wouldn’t hurt himself if he touched it. Moving carefully, he curled his hand slowly around me, and I raised my arms so that his fingers could go right around my torso. His hand closed and, by the Fires of Eternity, I swear had only imagined I’d known what pleasure was before that moment. I closed my eyes and fought down a cry of elation as he gripped me in his fist and lifted me bodily out of the pot. “You are hot,” he said, his voice filling me as he drew me closer, and I opened my eyes to smile at him. Rubbing his thumb across my chest he added, “In all the good ways.”
Once we were clear of the pot he turned his hand so that his palm formed a kind of platform. I knew what he wanted and scrambled back to a seated position, legs dangling off the side of his hand, my big, “randy” cock incredibly hard and quivering with anticipation. I knew from peripheral vision that his other hand was busy below, most likely freeing his own cock from the casual pants he was wearing, but I kept my eyes on his face where they belonged. His eyes were full of me, too. “I won’t last long,” I warned him.
“Me neither,” he admitted. He was already working his cock with long slow strokes to prime himself for the big event that would be on us very quickly.
I gripped my erection, hard, and felt a shiver foreboding—the first tremor of release, coming with the first touch. Joe sped his strokes up a little, and I started drawing my fist up and down my wide, rigid prick. Our eyes were on each other—mine on his sweet, fuzzy-jawed face and those brilliant eyes, him on my body and my cock. Mostly. Every few seconds those sexy eyes flicked up to my face as we started jerking together in earnest, like he was taking in what he liked about me all over again.
Our strokes synchronized. I was pounding my cock, now, and he was doing the same. My hot release was on me, becoming more and more exquisitely irresistible with every second. “I’m going to cum,” I said, because I knew, somehow, it was important to say so.
“Do it,” he commanded, or maybe begged. It didn’t matter. Immediately I was erupting with cum, and he was, too, only before I could truly experience this first time cumming from my own hand it suddenly changed—Joe impulsively brought his face down and engulfed my crotch with his mouth. His massive tongue slid desperately around my hand and cock, and then I was really cumming, exploding into a mouth 12 times the size of my own. He was making little sounds as he lathed my cock and balls with his tongue—he was cumming too, I could almost feel his orgasm through my own—and I was erupting with so much cum I thought I might be draining all the cum supply of all the men on earth, demons and humans alike.
We slowed, our orgasms tailing off, though he kept his hand on his cock and his mouth on mine. He let his tongue drift up a little, the tip exploring the hard ridges of my abs and the pecs rising above them, while I fought to catch my breath. Finally he kissed my chest with his big lips and pulled back. “You taste like thyme and oregano,” he said. “And spunk. Lots of delicious spunk.”
I grinned at him. His cheeks were definitely red now and his mouth was a little messy-looking, giving him an alluringly debauched appearance. His hair was a bit mussed, too. It looked good long.
“Did you like that?” he said, and I could tell he was ready to promise not to do it again if I said no. I just nodded and kept grinning at him.
He eyed me speculatively. “You’re still hard,” he observed.
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure how to say all the things I was feeling in that moment, or that I knew now to be true. “I’m your demon,” I said finally. That seemed to cover it.
Joe nodded, but he didn’t seem perplexed this time. That twinkle was back in his beautiful blue eyes. “In that case,” he said, “let’s go find out what further mischief we can get up to.”
I sat in his hand and nodded contentedly, my stiff cock tapping against my belly. I didn’t know much about being a demon yet, but I already knew it was a very, very good thing.