The Demonstration 6

The Demonstration

As demonstrations go, this one has been fairly convincing; the device is wonderfully effective and allows for some highly entertaining sport and comradery as the remote control is passed from woman to woman in the audience to play with.

The anal probe inserted into the male, displayed by the attendant before insertion, is well designed. It has a curvature in the short shaft that, she explained, presses the vibrator against the prostate internally. This is held in place by another triangular shaped vibrating pad, secured by a strap around the base of the erect penis. The pad's triangular shape flares upward from the anus to prop the balls while the strap securing it to the base of the penis runs up between them, separating them to either side. As explained by the attendant, this design allows the prostate to be stimulated by internal and external vibration simultaneously; the operator being able to adjust the intensity of vibration by moving a lever on the remote control either forward or back. As noted, the external pad has the pleasing visual effect of propping up and forcing the balls apart so they are clearly articulated and taut in the sack and can even be seen to quiver slightly at higher vibration settings.

A separate lever on the remote controls a small vibrating pad secured just below the head of the penis to stimulate the frenulum. Pushing the lever forward or back controls the intensity of vibration. The penile pad is small and the strap securing it to the shaft thin, leaving most of the penis exposed for viewing. Like a cock ring, it also has the pleasing effect forcing additional blood to the head of the cock, leading to a pretty, dark flush as the male mounts towards ejaculation. Though the pad is small, when passed around by the attendant for demonstration purposes before securing it to the male, it generated a surprisingly intense buzz and tingle when wrapped about a thumb or finger and activated.

A group of twenty some odd guests, mostly women but also some men, are gathered about a specially designed platform to observe the demonstration. There guests are of various ages, dressed in formal evening wear. There seem to be several couples in attendance, while some, like yours truly, lack a plus one for the evening. We have been enjoying watching a naked male, laying spread eagled on the raised padded platform as various female guests took turns playing with the remote controls of the anal probe and penis stimulator he's been fitted with.

"Ah, I think we just missed it." a petite, silver gowned woman says somewhat plaintively as she and her male companion step out onto the garden terrace to join the small group of guests gathered around to see the demonstration.

She comes forward to the edge of the ring of observers and,

"Yeah," she sighs disappointedly as she sees, "he's already shot his load. We just missed it."

Yes, he has, and a pretty one at that; bucking and spurting forcefully as the final woman to toy with him pushed both levers of the remote to their max, making his propped-up balls quiver a bit comically as the penis spasmed frantically to the 'buzz' of the small vibrator pad wrapped about the shaft.

Prior to his ejaculatory finish, the variation and combination of the two had him writhing, freezing, thrusting and gasping most entertainingly as the various women took turns playing with the remote. These bodily responses were rendered more amusing by his struggles to (as instructed) maintain his spread eagled position to offer optimal viewing of the effectiveness of the device for the audience. Although the platform is fitted with several straps and various fixed points to secure them to, they were not employed by the attendant. Without the benefit of restraints to hold him in place, his efforts to maintain this audience friendly display produced some very entertaining twitching and jerking of his spread legs as he struggled to resist the involuntary inward curl of his body under the sudden, playful pauses and intensification of stimulation. It was lovely and gratifying to see his determination to comply with this arbitrary restriction upon his freedom of movement even as his excitement mounted and that series of helpless, reflexive jerks of his hips wracked him just before he bucked and spurted.

I for one, appreciate the lack of restraints; it forces the male to take an active, rather than passive role in his own objectification; his compliance not only willing, but willful. It's just the flavor of sexual dominance that best suits my libidinous palette. I find myself somewhat sharing the disappointment my late arriving silver gowned sister in sport. As lovely as it was to see this one come, had he had the endurance (or my sister spectators the patience) I would happily have seen him toyed with and taken my turn on the remote for another round before finishing him.

In my more accustomed role as hostess or participant at such events, I might have been more vocal about such preferences and suggested this. But I am an out of town guest of a guest (in a manner of speaking) at this particular event, and not only do I not know most of these people, but I am a bit out of my depth regarding proper etiquette and protocol. It is, for me at least, an unusual mix of dress (and undress), formality and carnality compared to the events I normally organize or attend.

Greeted at the door by a naked and erect young male who politely took our coats and ushered us into the main room, I felt somewhat in my element except that, in the normal course 'back home',

all

males in attendance would be in the state of our usher (naked and preferably erect) right from the start. But the main room this evening was filled with hetero couples and unescorted women, like myself, all fully clothed in fine evening wear. Oddly (at least, again, from my experience), I was offered a glass of wine by a fully and smartly dressed waiter, only to be then offered a bacon wrapped scallop from a tray carried by another young male, but this one a naked and disappointingly flaccid one.

This mix of dress, undress and arousal even among the waitstaff was all quite unlike my own events where

all

males in attendance in any service role are there, and understood to be there, specifically for the shared sexual use and entertainment of the women. An erection, maintained if necessary by masturbation, is expected and confirms the males' sexual status and eagerness to please. This seems to be the case (per the demonstration) with some males here, but as to others, their status seems ambiguous at best (at least to me). This engenders a bit of reticence lest I inadvertently commit some fopah by inappropriate handling or use of what is (or perhaps isn't) available for sport. That lack of clarity is only heighted by what follows.

"We can go again, can't we?" my silver sister asks the young female attendant in her form fitting black dress who was in charge of facilitating the prior demonstration.

The attendant, poised with one knee up on the platform as she leans over the male unfastening the strap from around his still mostly erect penis, looks up and smiles.

"Well, sure, I guess, just not with this one." she tips her head to one side to indicate the prone male. "Like you said," she smirks, clearly enjoying her role as facilitator, "he's already shot his load for us."

General, polite laughter.

"And such a nice, full load it was." another woman in the audience says approvingly. When the prone male lifts his head and looks in her direction, "Yes, you spurted so pretty. Just how I like it." she teases him, triggering the predictable but still amusing post ejaculatory twitching of his cock up off his stomach.

He remains in his spread eagle position awaiting the withdrawal of the vibrator from his anus as

"Well, no, I wasn't meaning him." the silver gowned woman concedes. "But I mean, the batteries are still good for another round if we...."

"Oh, sure, sure." the attendant says brightly. "We have a few more of these charged and ready for you ladies to play with later if you enjoyed this. This was just to give you a feel for how they work and such." she says waving the strap she's just removed from the male's penis slightly side to side. "Batteries go almost an hour, recharge quick. But so, you're thinking you want another go with one here, before dinner?"

"Yes, yes," another woman in the crowd chimes in, "let's do another one. I want to see one butterflied with this. Propped and butterflied! Dinner can wait." she laughs and hefts her slender glass of bubbly toward the woman in silver.

The attendant looks a bit uncertain but, "Well, let me get this one unplugged and I can text down for a fresh male. I'm sure there's one they can spare from..."

"No, no." the silver sister interrupts easily. "No need for that. We can use Edward." she says and tugs her male companion by the elbow towards the front of the crowd. "I'm curious to see what that cock strap does to him. He's very sensitive and lively just there below the head." she turns and looks at him, tosses her head indicating he should, "Get out there so they can get a look at you." she says, then turning back to the others as 'Edward' steps out to stand beside the platform in front of the small crowd, "I mean, if you all don't mind, I'm not meaning to hijack the demonstration here, but I'm sure you'll find him entertaining enough and... "

"It's Edward, you said?" the woman further along the circle who had made the 'butterflied' comment asks. She's a somewhat heavyset woman in her (I'm guessing) early forties, beautifully made up (as most all the woman in attendance are) wearing a snug red evening dress and heels.

Now, to be clear, I have attended and even hosted (once) CFNM events where there is a mix of some males who are clothed (like the ladies) as well as a contingent of naked males for use by the women. Many men are aroused by seeing their wives or girlfriends enjoy themselves this way and will pamper them on a birthday or other occasion with a CFNM night out much as a wife might indulge her husband by taking him to a strip club. But, in my experience at least, those events are the exception to the general rule that

all

males at such events are compulsorily naked and available to the women for sport.

When clothed males

are

permitted to attend, there is always a very well understood distinction between those attending in a purely social role as escorts for the female attendees, and those designated for various entertainments. The former are dressed, and remain dressed, as befits the occasion (dinner, luncheon, art exhibit etc.), and are entirely passive observers who have no say in how the males there for entertainment are used. These expectations are, in my experience, key to avoiding misunderstandings and socially awkward situations.

But this event does not seem to have any such clear delineation of roles. This Edward, for example, is a fine looking young man; dark hair, dark eyes, Italian complexion. Though, admittedly, he does seem somewhat young in comparison with the silver sister he accompanies, I had watched them earlier in the main room and did not get the impression he was merely a 'boy toy' (as the saying goes). He seemed sociable, even gregarious and... anyway.

As for the finely coifed and somewhat bejeweled lady in red who seems to have some interest in butterflies that I can't fathom at the moment; she is attended by a much older grey fox of a gentlemen in impeccable evening dress who, despite his fine form and handsome features, I cannot picture being 'offered' to the crowd for use as it seems the equally impeccably dressed Edward has been.

I begin scanning the other male guests (at least they seem to be guests and not CFNM cannon fodder) trying to fathom what the expectations and boundaries are here. But my uncertainty in this respect does nothing to stall the momentum of

"Amara," the woman in red introduces herself to the silver sister from where she stands a bit further down the circle of observers. "We met earlier at the..."

"Yes, yes, of course." the silver sister nods and smiles, "Janine." she introduces (or re-introduces) herself.

"Of course, Janine." Amara replies. "And so, this is Edward?" she asks again motioning towards him with her wine glass and eyeing him appraisingly. "And you're making him available for use on the table here with the new toy?"

Edward, lets out a small growl or sigh and shifts a bit where he stands, his eyes going to Janine who

"Yes." she answers pleasantly, "If everyone is okay with that. I think you'd enjoy him, but I don't want to be..."

"Oh yes, let's do him." the woman who had made the earlier 'just how I like it' comment enthuses.

"Let's see him. Send him round to introduce himself like the first one." another woman on the far side of the circle says. "We should make his acquaintance before we play."

Janine smiles broadly, nods at Edward, "You hear them. Introduce yourself properly. Show them what they'll be playing with."

Throughout these exchanges the attendant has been disengaging the device from the first male. Finishing that, she tosses him a small towel to clean the semen from himself and begins to wipe down the anal probe to clean and re-lube it for (apparently) use on Edward who is now stripping off his dinner jacket and unbuttoning the cuffs of his finely pressed white shirt.

I certainly don't disapprove of this turn of events; I had already been undressing him when I first saw him back in the main room chatting with our hostess. But the ambiance is just different enough from my usual sense of how these things go to add a certain transgressive tinge to the pleasure of seeing his young, muscular body so unceremoniously stripped, not just of his clothes, but of its prior pretensions to social status and personal consideration; to be exposed as a pure object for the shared sexual use and gratification of any number of women who might happen to be in attendance this evening.

He simply, and quickly, undresses himself; sitting on the edge of the platform that will be his stage to unfasten his shoes and strip of his socks. The attendant, having finished with the previous male, dismisses him and has started to collect and fold Edward's discarded dinner jacket and shirt with a casual efficiency that suggests she is not unaccustomed to such preliminaries. Having dispensed with shoes and socks, the bare chested Edward stands, unfastens his belt, unzips, hooks his thumbs under the waistband and...

I should have expected this. But somehow the transition seems too arbitrary and abrupt for me to process as I normally would. It's as if we could have just picked any of these finely dressed males out of the crowd and demanded this, reduced them to...

I am still half thinking of him in terms of polite social interactions when his fully erect penis springs out, confessing his desire, his need, to be taken and used this way. The jutting penis, full and flushed; a revelation of what has been simmering there beneath the surface of polite conversation and fussy formal attire, straining in anticipation, aching for exposure. He knew, hoped, longed for his chance to do this, to offer himself for the audience; his undergarments already moist with his pre-come at the prospect of exposing himself long before the silver gowned Janine granted him the mercy of her command.

The other women in the crowd coo and comment appreciatively as he steps out from the puddle of garments at his feet, opens his stance and curls his hips under and up to present his qualifications to be, as Janine has promised, 'entertaining enough'. My own reactions are far less casual but equally or even more approving. He is (with apologies for the cliché, but there is no other adequate expression for this) fucking gorgeous.

There is a significant level of self-selection at work among males who offer themselves, and the women, like this Janine (and yours truly, for that matter, with my husband) who put them forward or, in the jargon of the sport, 'make them available' for use. Vanity and exhibitionism are complementary. Males who crave this form of female attention usually exert themselves to be worthy of it by physical exercise and attention to bodily grooming and maintenance. They are also likely to be decently endowed and well-formed genitally because such features lend their vanity the spur of confidence and so, can banish inhibition and allow them to surrender themselves unreservedly to the feminine, sexual whim. Such men are sought after and their exhibitionist tendencies encouraged by women like me who then satisfy our own vanity with demonstrations of largesse by making such lovely toys available to our sisters to play with. There is always a tinge of unspoken competition between the sisters; whose male has the finest cock, the tightest ass, offers the most dramatic and entertaining comeshot for the crowd? Every sportswoman wants her entry to be judged best in show. But failing that, at least wants to be proud of her contribution to the feast.

Given these selection pressures, I am accustomed to high aesthetic quality in males presented for service. Yet even conditioned by such expectations, this one so far exceeds the norm as to be a visceral ambush on my vaginal sensibilities. I find my eyes coursing restlessly over his body, unable to focus and appraise in my accustomed, deliberate manner; the cock jutting proudly up past his navel, the large, tightly slung balls, the broad chest and prominent pectorals, the well-toned thighs, the muscular shoulders and arms, the gentle ripple of shadow across the abdominals, the young face with it's expectant expression, the smooth, southern Mediterranean sheen of olive toned skin, the dark, alert eyes scanning the audience... yes, just fucking gorgeous; with fucking emphasis on the fucking. I can almost feel that lovely, gently throbbing penis...

Between this visceral onslaught and my lingering sense of the arbitrary and abrupt nature of his transition from guest to object, I am finding it difficult to navigate my way back to my usual sporting demeanor. I need a moment to adjust. I force my gaze to settle on his cock and balls, trying to focus my attention and appraise his quality as I normally would with any unfamiliar male upon a first viewing as

"Beautiful cock." a woman in the crowd comments, "This ought to be fun." Causing the 'beautiful cock' to flex excitedly.

"This way, Edward," another woman calls from the other side of the circle "show me. I want to see it."

He dutifully shifts his stance to face her, granting me a pleasing view of the arc of his erection and hang of his balls in profile as he once more curls his pelvis up and under to present, his penis flexing repeatedly under the attention of the crowd, the deep, sweet side shadows in the hollow of his flexed buttocks.

"My." the woman says softly. "Bring it here."

"Go." Janine tells him with the proud smirk of a sister accustomed to having her entry judged best in show, "Just a quick round to let them handle and inspect before we mount you."

Given the temptation he presents, it is not an altogether 'quick' round. But I am somewhat glad for that as it gives me at least a few more moments to calm my overreactive response to all this. I watch him step up before each woman in the circle in turn to offer himself for handling and inspection. The women handle and work him, sometimes individually, sometimes in pairs; one pony tailed gaggle of three coeds in their little black dresses laughing as one of them drops to one knee and sucks him briefly, the sight of that fine ass clenching as he moans and thrusts offering a pretty visual as he circuits the far side of the round and makes his way back towards where I stand.