On Display in the Round

This is a one-off containing some of the characters from the When We Were Young series, but reading that first isn't necessary.

**

Bundled against the January cold, Tony hustled across the parking lot and entered Peaches, the upscale adult boutique his wife, Linda, and he were part-owners of. It was 8:30 on a Friday night, and thirty or so people were inside, perusing the extensive toy and lingerie selections; he kept his head down and went into the back.

Amber's door was closed, so he took a minute to hang up his coat and take a few deep breaths before knocking on the manager's door.

"Come!"

He walked in and quietly knelt on the cushion by her desk as she continued working on her computer.

"You see what I did there? Come? Get it?"

"Very clever, Miss Amber."

She turned and smiled down at him.

"Ready, Tony?"

"Yes? No?"

"Cold feet?" she smiled, running a hand through his longish blond hair.

"Icy. But, well, here I am, ma'am."

"Here you are. Your last orgasm?"

"Four days, ma'am," Miss Amber's eyes arching.

"Miss Linda overrode your command, ma'am," he added quickly.

"Well, she is your wife. Allowances must be made, I suppose. Okay, strip, and let's get you ready. Curtain goes up at ten."

Tony swallowed. "Yes, ma'am."

**

A quick note about how Tony got here. Three years ago, an extremely wealthy woman he'd always considered like a grandma, Miss Ruth, had given him and Linda her father's home, a 22,000 sq. ft. Scottish castle he tore down, shipped, and rebuilt in an exclusive St. Louis suburb in the 1930s, as a wedding gift. She threw in a few businesses, Peaches being one, the newlyweds going from struggling university students to very wealthy overnight. They have four kids, two adopted six-year-olds and two-year-old twins. Besides the kids, Jazz and Althea were live-in staff, and Mama and Mar, old friends, lived with them and helped out. The six of them, uh, enjoyed one another quite often, you might say.

Tony was 26, 6"2, 220 pounds, and in the best shape of his life, thanks to Linda and his two sometimes mistresses, Amber and Bridget. He played basketball at university but had gotten a little pudgy chasing the kids around every day while Linda, very smart and driven, pursued her career.

Coming home from a play date one afternoon, he found thousands of dollars worth of exercise equipment in one of the many empty rooms in the castle, along with Ursala, a ball-buster originally from Norway, whom they had hired to whip his ass into shape.

They also wanted him 'more with the big, beefy cake muscles,' as Jazz, originally from Thailand, put it in her unique version of English.

That was eight months ago, and he'd worked hard, proud of his six-pack, his chest and arms big, but not cartoonish. Linda said his ass looked great, taking it at least once a week, the only one allowed in there, though he suspected (hoped?) tonight might be an exception.

Miss Ruth had purchased the strip mall six months ago, converting the large space next door to Peaches into a playroom or theatre of sorts. Usually, swinger groups or trusted friends rented it for entertaining, taking advantage of the soundproof walls, numerous beds, swings, and couches, with whips, paddles, dildos, etc., available in the store. A fully stocked bar and food from Bobo's Grill next door enhanced its appeal.

For tonight, one large round bed, surrounded by three rows of velour-padded loveseats on risers, sat in the center of the space, surrounded by a black curtain. Tony had set the room up, but that was all he knew, with no idea who had been invited or what they had planned, only that he was to be the main attraction.

"We want to share you next month," Linda had said while he washed her legs one night in the shower.

"Uh, with who, ma'am?"

"Your mistresses have decided to use the Peaches theatre to put on a little performance. Okay, honey?" she smiled down at him, ignoring his question; a very valid question, in his opinion.

They had only dabbled in exhibitionism, but they had talked about doing more, both separately and as a couple, and he knew not knowing would have him on edge, imagining the teasing, degrading things the mistresses would say to him in the interim; his cock stirred.

Linda was a young, benevolent mistress, happy to fulfill her husband's desire to explore his submissive cravings as she explored the opposite, always giving him a chance to say 'No'. There would be no recriminations, and life would go on as before; he had yet to say it.

Looking up at his wife, her long, sensitive nipples swelled, her eyes sparkled, and he would have done anything to please her; it had been that way from day one. He nodded.

She grinned. "Hurry up, honey, I need you inside me."

Two weeks later, over Christmas break, Tony and their friend Mar took their two oldest, Alice and KJ, to Miss Ruth's island in the Bahamas for ten days, and, as instructed, returned deeply tanned from head to toe.

**

Back in Miss Amber's office, Tony leaned against her desk, his back to the door, with his legs spread while she oiled his body, when someone knocked.

"Come," Amber barked, giggling.

"Ah, perfect timing. Don't move, Tone," Linda said.

"Yes, ma'am."

He heard rustling, then a medium-sized plug slowly worked its way into his ass.

"Okay?" she asked, rubbing his back; he nodded.

Still in her coat, she leaned against the wall and fished her phone out.

"Let's make sure we're connected," she said, the plug vibrating seconds later.

Tony whimpered slightly, Miss Amber making sure it was snug, and then the vibration cranked sky-high, his moan bouncing around the office as he gripped the desk tightly, the vibration dropping down to nothing.

"Fun," Linda grinned, the golden flecks in her brilliant green eyes dancing.

"Wow," Tony managed, breathing hard.

She hit a few buttons then put away her phone, the plug lightly pulsing to some random pattern, his cock twitching slightly.

"Okay, gotta get home and pack--"

"You're not staying?" Tony asked, extremely disappointed.

"I'm so sorry, Tone, but there's a 'disaster' in Omaha, and apparently, they can't solve it without me," she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"I'll be home Sunday, and we can watch a replay of the live stream together, okay? Have fun, baby. Love you," and with a caress of his cheek, a lingering kiss, and a sly wink at Amber, she was gone.

"Live stream?" Tony gulped.

"All Peaches Rewards members and select friends, 517 have RSVP'd; it's great advertising for our new space. Turn around," Miss Amber said, slapping his ass.

Tony closed his eyes while Miss Amber oiled his body, trying not to think of hundreds of people watching him and whoever else, but how do you not think about a pink elephant?

"That excites you, Tony?" Amber laughed.

He looked down and blushed, very hard, her continued laugh so deliciously humiliating.

Finished with the oil, Miss Amber turned him to the mirror.

"Damn," he said softly, his deeply tanned body glowing.

Miss Amber squeezed his ass, gave him his instructions, and left to get ready.

**

Amber hustled along the private back hallway, unlocked a door into the theatre, popped into a private dressing room, and locked the door.

Lupe Alvarado, an employee in her mid-fifties and Miss Amber's most-submissive plaything, knelt on a cushion, waiting patiently.

Amber began unbuttoning her blouse while Lupe unzipped her skirt, tugging them and her thong to her ankles.

Amber stepped out of them and dropped onto the small loveseat, spreading her legs. Lupe settled between them, registering her dampness, looked up and smiled.

Miss Amber snapped her fingers, Lupe nodding and leaning in.

"You will be, too, just wait. Oh, that's nice. Quickly, now," Amber sighed.

**

Lupe sat back, licking her fingers clean, Amber's chest heaving above her.

"Too good, you're just too good," Amber sighed.

"Excellent teacher, ma'am," Lupe replied softly, beaming at the compliment.

Lupe helped her up and began working on her hair.

"I want you there, tonight, Lupe. You can help our guests with anything they might want. Make sure they're having a good time."

"Yes, Miss Amber," she replied softly, as was her custom, though Amber could tell she was excited.

Lupe frowned, and Amber pointed at the little closet.

"Would I forget a sexy outfit for my Pet?"

Lupe smiled, their eyes met in the mirror, and she gave her the briefest of hugs.

"Thank you, Miss Amber," she whispered.

"You're welcome, dear. Corset!" she barked. Lupe jumped, giggling as she quickly reached for it.

**

Tony paced the office for thirty minutes, the plug pulsing randomly, trying not to think. When Lupe entered a few minutes to showtime, she dropped to her knees on the cushion and pulled him to her.

"Wow, Lupe, you look beautiful tonight."

She smiled and started to blow him, Tony ogling the deep cleavage of her sheer peasant blouse, her dark areolas, and gold hoop pierced nipples clearly visible, certain her high-waisted mini skirt was the only other thing she had on.

He was throbbing three minutes later and handed Lupe the cock ring, which she settled into place.

"Thank you, Lupe," he said, helping her to her feet.

"You look very sexy, Mr. Webster," her soft reply.

"Thank you, Lupe, and it's Tony, remember? Will I see you in there?"

She shrugged, winked and led him by the hand down the back hallway, Tony getting more and more nervous, kicking himself for going along with this and wondering why on earth he hadn't said no. Then the plug pulsed more forcefully, and his cock twitched. 'This is all your fault, you know that, right?' Mr. Happy twitching in reply.

They stopped at the theatre door; Lupe unlocked the door and went to get Miss Amber, who stepped into the hall, Tony's jaw on the floor. The conservative skirt and blouse the 5"8, thirty-two-year-old with slightly curvy hips and generous breasts normally wore were gone. In their place were thigh-high, black leather boots with a pointy, four-inch heel, an under bust, black leather corset, and a black, crushed leather stovepipe hat, with a twelve-inch ostrich feather matching her auburn hair.

A teased-out tuft of auburn hair sat on her mons, her gold belly ring sparkled, and a beautiful gold chainmail necklace connected to her pierced nipples, with solid gold barbells.

"You're staring," she barked, and Tony jumped.

"Sorry, ma'am."

She turned him around and removed the plug, then handed him a gummy, a pair of blackout goggles and headphones.

"I control what you hear through these; it might be white noise, the crowd, just me, or maybe a surprise guest. You are not to talk unless I address you, though moaning, whimpering, and screaming are okay. You have your safe word and your hand signal if you can't talk," Tony noticing the small remote hanging from her wrist and the ultra-thin headset and mic for the first time.

He nodded, shaking with nervous energy, his cock straining to be unleashed.

"Ready, boss?" she smiled and squeezed his hand, an unexpected kindness.

He chuckled, thinking how unusual their 'employer-employee' relationship was. He took a deep breath, nodded his thanks, and put the goggles and headphones in place, his world gone absolutely dark.

Miss Amber took a thin leash and clipped it into a small eyelet on the cock ring.

"Can you hear me?" she asked, the words crystal clear, and he nodded, adjusting the headphones slightly.

A sharp tug on the ring made him yelp in surprise and pain of the variety his mistresses knew he enjoyed. He walked blindly, the leash pulling him painfully along, remembering the afternoon he'd first met Miss Amber, she and his fiancée making him strip and stroll through the empty store to lock the front door, mortified and dripping pre-cum.

Four women had seen him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stopping to watch. They'd ordered him to stop and face them, Linda sliding in behind him and jacking him off quickly, his cum shooting nearly to the windows.

The leash tugged hard, and he yelped, moaning softly.

"We're at the curtain, Slave. Everything inside is being streamed, 732 at last count, can you believe it!?" she asked, laughing at his whimper.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's showtime!" she announced, tugging him through the curtain, loud applause filling his ears, the slightest suggestion of light reaching him from the edges of the goggles.

"This is Slave; say hello, Slave."

"Hello," he managed nervously, his mouth like cotton.

"Wordy, isn't he?" she laughed, everyone joining in, Tony not seeing her encourage the crowd.

He ducked his head and blushed, embarrassed, his cock twitching as they laughed louder. Embarrassment, shame, humiliation, being degraded and laughed at; he didn't enjoy it, not really, but his cock absolutely LOVED it! Very little excited him more, especially in Miss Amber's skilled hands, who always made him nervous and tested his limits.

"We'll go around the room now so Slave can thank everyone for coming to his party. You may speak, Slave," she added, tugging on his leash.

It took ten minutes, Tony responding with "Thank you for coming," to hands caressing, groping, spanking; voices he didn't recognize telling him how good he looked, how excited they were to see the show, and so on. One adventurous mouth spent ten glorious seconds bobbing on his cock before Miss Amber tugged him away.

Voices surrounded him, laughing and talking to others in the room, the total darkness disorienting. The only moment of possible recognition came near the end, a powerful, stinging slap to his left cheek knocking him off-balance, a dozen hands keeping him upright. Linda's best friend slapped him like that when they got together, but she lived two hours away.

"Thank you, miss," he responded automatically, shaking his head, dizzy, everyone erupting in laughter, complimenting Miss Amber on how well-trained he was.

"Open," she commanded, a pre-cum flavored finger sliding into his mouth; delicious.

"Thank you, ma'am." God, but he needed to cum, so painfully hard.

"Please, everyone, order a drink and get comfortable while we get Slave into position."

"Sit, Tony," a new voice commanded; the red satin sheet was cool, and a glass was placed in his hand, the water wonderfully cool. The cock ring was removed, and he was guided onto his hands and knees in the center of the bed, eight feet across in all directions, cuffs placed on his wrists and ankles.

**

Amber scanned the room, thinking everything was going well. She'd never done anything like this before, seeking the advice of her mentor and fellow store owners, who'd helped her set the agenda. Looking around, a few people were lightly kissing and petting already; no doubt they were only the first.

Amber called Lupe over and pointed out a young black woman across the way who was removing her dress, sheer, crotchless panties underneath.

"Warm Angelique up, Pet, she's going first. When she and Tony get started, get her husband ready."

"Yes, Miss Amber," Lupe smiled, crossing the room.

Amber checked with the tech guy, who assured her the stream was working well, 812 people currently streaming the show, her mentor handing her a drink and giving her a side hug.

"Everyone's excited, Amber. Tell me, does Anthony know?"

"That I'm pimping him out? No, he's already nervous, why make it worse? Linda says he's good for three pops, sometimes four, and he has a lot of stamina, something we both know firsthand. I'm hoping he can take ten, plus seven want his ass. This may be the best charity event ever conceived," she laughed.

"And Lupe?"

"She has a fantasy, random men and women coming up to her and taking her without a word. I told her that her job is to keep the guests happy, and I've encouraged everyone here to do something to her tonight.

"We should get started; Angelique's ready," Amber said, watching her, leaning against her husband, Lupe busy between her legs.

Two experienced volunteers had strapped his wrists to a trapeze bar attached to a track on the ceiling, Tony's hands just above his head, his ears filled with white noise, silently begging for someone, anyone, to fuck him, still painfully hard.

"Angelique? When you're ready, dear. I want to thank everyone for their generous support of our women's shelter; your contributions allow us to help dozens of at-risk women each year. And remember, every penny you give will be matched by Miss Ruth, as well as by Slave's wife. Okay, enough talk, let's get fucking!"

Angelique, on her hands and knees, backed up, Miss Amber guiding the cock inside her, Tony's hips thrusting immediately, gripping the trapeze bar for leverage.

Angelique stared at her husband, Reggie, Lupe bobbing up and down on his cock as a guest knelt behind her, two fingers pumping away.

"He's so big, baby. Fuck, he's gonna destroy your ass," Angelique grunted, Miss Amber stroking her sweaty skin as Tony pounded away, knowing he wouldn't last long, not after being on edge for an hour.

Then the trapeze lowered until his chest rested on Angelique's back, a lubed finger slipping into his ass, Miss Amber's voice replacing the white noise.

"Who does this ass belong to, Slave?" her crop stinging a cheek.

"Yours, Miss Amber," he grunted, the woman below him moaning loudly.

"Fuuuck," he moaned, pushing out and back as Reggie's average cock, slightly bigger than the plug, entered him. They had paid $15,000 to go first and double-team him, the best tax-deductible charitable donation they'd ever made.

Miss Amber sat on the bed and strummed Angelique's clit with the crop, her powerful orgasm squeezing Tony's cock, the cock in his ass pounding hard.

"Cumming!!" he fairly screamed, the trapeze holding him up as rope after rope flooded her pussy, applause erupting in the room.

Amber checked her watch, filled Tony's headphones with white noise, and told the couple they had seven minutes until their time with Tony was up, reminding Reggie not to cum in his ass; the couple pounded harder and faster.

Unsurprisingly, Tony was still rock hard, knowing he'd last much longer this time; he only wished he could eat his delicious cum.

Lupe was bouncing on the cock of the man with the fingers and watching the room, her breasts bouncing lewdly, most of the guests at least partially undressed.

Miss Amber checked the time, giving Angelique an extra minute, her screaming orgasm eliciting much laughter and applause. She kissed Tony, thanking him, then positioned Reggie onto his back as the trapeze raised him to his knees, guiding Tony to his entrance.

"Fuck his sissy ass, Slave," she growled, scooping Tony's cum from her pussy, Reggie moaning as he sucked it from her fingers.

Tony pushed his way into a very tight ass, his wife pushing on his shoulders, Reggie squirming between them.

"He's too big, Ang," he whimpered as nearly eight thick inches slid further and further in.

"Take it, you big sissy. Swallow that fat cock, whore," his wife berated him, telling Slave to go faster, her hand jacking her husband.

Reggie exploded just as Tony was getting into a rhythm, the couple moving away when their time was up.

Two ladies were next, one backing onto his cock while the other flogged his ass.

"Just this one, Tony. I'll keep an eye on her," Miss Amber's voice in his ear.

Tony nodded, not enjoying whips or paddles, concentrating on the wet pussy in front of him. The women traded places after a while, the woman now behind him tonguing his asshole, which he loved.

"Okay, Slave?" Miss Amber asked when they were done.

Tony said his arms were numb, so they released him and guided him to his back, a heavy woman straddling him immediately, a big tit dropped in his mouth.