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Watching (PayuRain Edition)

Summary: Hidden beneath the newest and most prestigious opera house in Bangkok lies a secret club. Built by Pakin, managed by Sin, and a new favorite of Payu and Rain.

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Watching (PayuRain Edition)

Rain’s heart pounded in his chest as he and Payu waited in line.

They were on the farthest side of Bangkok, in an area he’d never been to before, outside of a famous opera house. It was named for some ancient aristocrat’s wife, and a carved likeness of her smiled down from either side of the main entrance.

The mighty building rose five stories tall, and was capped with a new domed roof that magnified so much as a whisper spoken from the stage. According to the stories on the news, it had the most perfect acoustic design in all of Thailand- if not the entire world. Sound flowed through the audience, making them not merely spectators at a show, but visitors peeking in on another world.

This was one of Pakin’s newest achievements. A jewel in his real estate empire to further legitimize himself and step out of the shadows his family had inhabited for so long.

People in various degrees of finery surrounded Payu and Rain, all waiting with tickets in hand. The more hardcore attendees of the two-year-old opera house discussed the resumes of various performers or musicians the opera had signed for the season- and rumors of a ballet taking residence inside as well.

Rain half-listened as he and Payu moved towards the doors one step at a time. He fidgeted with the ticket in his hand, excited and nervous at the same time.

“Ticket please,” a black-suited attendant stood before the grand doors. Payu and Rain handed theirs over together and the man scanned them before sending the couple through.

Payu held out his arm for Rain to take hold of as they entered the main lobby. There were men and women in expensive clothes milling about, waiting until the show was closer to beginning before taking their seats. A few took note of the stunning couple, and some even waved to Payu. Clients of the garage, familiar faces from Pakin’s race, or clients of the firm.

Instead of being drawn in to rub elbows, Payu led Rain through the lobby and up a grand staircase. Ahead of them the doors to floor-level seating were wide open to admit guests. On the left and right sides of the hall were two marble staircases that wound all the way up to various balconies and private boxes.

Thick carpets cushioned their footfalls as they walked not towards the staircases, but rather the coat check. Payu took Rain’s ticket and held it out to an attendant, who took note of something the one at the entrance did not know to look for- an imperfection in the embossed border of the card. Little more than a notch. He whipped a finger over the gold lettering- raised, not lowered.

The man nodded and scribbled something down, then waved the pair through a side door into the room itself.

A low counter ran beside the attendant with a main space open so that customers could remove their coats without worrying about being jostled in the main hall. The man nodded to the back of the room- a corner out of sight from the door or the hall-facing window of his booth. Once Rain and Payu reached that corner, he flipped a switch and the wood panel slid to the side.

“Your claim number will be thirty-eight.”

The door clicked shut behind them in an instant.

Well, when Pakin built the venue, perhaps legitimizing himself wasn’t the only goal. He was still Pakin, after all.

It was dark in the hidden passage, but clean and wide enough for Payu and Rain to walk side by side. The jacket of his suit brushed against the cool wall, and Rain was careful not to scuff his shoes on the tile floor. There were breaks in the walls every few feet, and cuts out of the tile to facilitate something moving along a track.

Payu led Rain further and further, until they came to another wooden wall that blocked their path. They stopped close to the wall and waited.

“The wall is closing,” a voice from below said.

Rain glanced back as a mahogany panel slid behind them, trapping the two in a space only a few feet deep.

“The walls are sound-proof. You have privacy now,” the voice said. Rain noticed a small grate in the floor- only wide enough to allow whatever attendant was stationed below to see if anyone was in the path of the wall. After the voice spoke, a bit of metal slid over the grate, sealing it off.

“Are you excited?” Payu asked as they waited.

A soft grin tugged at Rain’s lips, even though his stomach was churning, “It never gets easier.” This was their third time attending.

“If you don’t want to do this-”

“I do,” Rain said quickly. “Just nervous.”

From ahead, Rain heard the fast scraping of wood. They waited until the wall before them was completely pulled aside to reveal another small, empty space. Payu and Rain stepped forward, and the wall closed again.

Bit by bit, minute by minute, they shuffled forward as the walls allowed. Sometimes there was hardly any wait at all, and sometimes it took a few minutes. The longer the wait, the more excited and nervous Rain became.

Eventually, the wall to Rain’s right slid open to reveal a waiting room with several lockers and a door leading to a bathroom. The lockers were tall, and numbered from 30-39. A small silver basket sat along the wall that was open to admit Payu and Rain into the space. When the wall slid shut, a key labeled “38” slid down from a chute into the basket.

Payu picked up the key, “Claim number thirty-eight.” He went to the corresponding locker and opened it.

Rain began removing his suit jacket as Payu pulled out a hanger to pass back to him. He hung his jacket up and- with some hesitation- began removing his shirt and pants as Payu did the same beside him.

Folded neatly in the closet were two nondescript black robes, one for each man. Rain grabbed his and went to the attached bathroom to clean and prepare for what was coming, while Payu took his time swapping his formal pants for a loose pair of black linen ones. Rain returned about ten minutes later to find Payu doing push-ups, making his muscles stand out.

“Tease,” Payu actually said it to Rain, as the boy had left his robe loose around his shoulders, showing off his clavicle.

“What are you going to do about it?” Rain threw some attitude at Payu, provoking him and easing some of his own anxiety at the same time.

A dark humor lit Payu’s eyes as he reached into the pocket of his hanging jacket and pulled out two scraps of black silk- twin masks. He stepped behind Rain and slid one on to cover the boy’s eyes. There were two holes in the mask to see through- it was only designed to cover the upper half of the face. Rain’s eyes were locked on his as Payu stood behind the boy, the two watching each other in a mirror while Payu adjusted it so Rain’s hair was tidy.

When he was done, Rain performed the same service for his partner, heart pounding in his ears.

“We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Rain let Payu grab his chin and force him to look up after he had finished. Payu’s whispered words gave Rain a chance to breathe. He nodded, and Payu pulled Rain against his chest. The tall man’s heart was beating just as hard.

“You too. You have to be comfortable too,” Rain said.

Payu flashed a grin, “It isn’t my birthday.”

“P’Payu!”

His boyfriend chuckled and ruffled the boy’s hair, “Don’t worry. I know how to speak. I want to show you off.”

Rain’s face heated at the words.

How would he have the courage to-

Rain took the key from Payu and quickly locked the door of their locker before he lost his courage.

“Come on, the next people might be waiting.”

Rain pulled Payu’s arm to a black panel at the far end of the room and knocked twice. It slid aside, and the pair walked forward through two sections before they were stopped by another wooden wall. The path closed behind them, and Rain knew that somewhere, a door was sliding open to admit the next person assigned to the same dressing room.

“I hope there are still good seats available,” Rain said as they waited.

“I’m sure there are plenty. We haven’t had a bad view yet. Do you want to sit in the front or back this time?”

“Middle.”

“A black booth?” Payu raised an eyebrow to confirm it once again.

“A red one,” Rain said after a deep breath. “No more arguing… unless-”

“No more arguing,” Payu did not accept the out that Rain was offering him.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Payu wrapped an arm around his adorable little boyfriend and squeezed Rain’s hip.

They moved forward section by section, much faster than before, until they stood on the landing of a black staircase. An attendant in a white wooden mask that obscured their entire face- save for a slit to see through- waved their hand across a display of mannequin heads with silk masks in various colors, materials, and with different degrees of coverage.

Neat labels proclaimed the meaning of each color:

Black for couples who do not wish to interact with others.

Red for someone willing to be shared with a woman.

Green for someone willing to be shared with a man.

Purple for someone willing to take another partner of any gender.

“We will use our own,” Payu tapped his mask. He and Rain had discussed the matter at great length- neither had any desire to use another color under any circumstances. Both were fiercely jealous of their boyfriend, and both would not tolerate any sharing, nor did they want to be shared.

The attendant bowed his head again, and waved them towards the spiral staircase.

They went down beyond the basement of the theater, until they came to a rich, carpeted landing and another black door in the wall. There were a series of scanners the pair had to pass through one at a time- intense devices looking for any electronics the two might be trying to smuggle in.

Pakin’s guarantee was discretion. No one was allowed so much as a fitness watch. Cell phones were absolutely banned. Even a simple notebook and piece of charcoal would be confiscated.

Finally, at long last, Rain and Payu stepped forward to the ornate black doors of the club.

Pakin was willing to legitimize himself with the magnificent theater above, but below, they passed into the territory of his friend Sin.

The richest man in all of Thailand, and owner of just about every club in Bangkok.

A black curtain separated them from the club, but at the far end of the hall they could hear the din of idle conversation and light music. A woman stood in front of them at a booth, a wooden mask covering her face just as it had the attendant above.

“What color and size table would you like?”

“Table for two, mid-way up, and red, if there are any still available,” Rain answered before Payu for the first time in all of their visits. He was declaring his position firmly.

“Of course, please follow me,” she bowed and pulled aside the curtain.

They were in a large, clean room with dim lights and steep amphitheater seating that surrounded a simple, well-lit stage. Black accented with silver gilded the room, giving everything an air of elegance and seduction. Each booth had backs high enough to hide anyone inside, with gauze curtains that could be drawn to keep the inhabitants from the view of those across the room without blocking view of what happened below.

Every single person in this room was a celebrity, politician, businessperson, or the child of one. A single photograph, no matter how blurry, just to prove this place existed would sell for millions of baht- but if anyone tried, the guards stationed around the room would make sure that person was never seen again.

Pakin had explained the rules of this place to Payu and Rain as a way to assure them of the discretion offered… But it gave Rain nightmares for weeks.

If breaking into the races was dangerous, breaking in here was a guaranteed death.

The attendant led them through a small maze of seating options and down two steep pairs of steps before stopping in front of a candle-lit circular booth. A cloth of red lace covered the entire top of the table, and a high marble wall (capped in red) curved behind the chairs, affording some additional privacy.

“Does this meet with your approval?” the attendant asked.

Rain and Payu eyed the stage- fairly close, but they wouldn’t be illuminated by the light spilling from it. Payu read the young man’s face before nodding, “It’s fine.”

“Here are your menus, a waiter will be around in a few moments,” the attendant waited until Rain and Payu were seated side by side at the back of the booth before handing them each a leather-bound booklet.

“Please wait until after the performance begins to use the restrooms, out of respect for entering parties.” With that, she opened a panel on the wall that surrounded the back half of their booth and pulled an opaque curtain to completely block the pair from view. Those curtains would be retracted automatically once it was time to begin.

“Do you want to order any food?” Payu raised his hand to allow Rain to curl into his side.

“The chocolate-strawberry fondue? For after?”

Payu nodded, “That did look good. I think you spent more time staring at the strawberries the waiters were passing with than watching the show itself. Sounds fine- let’s try it.”

“What are you drinking this time?” Rain looked down at the alcohol list. There were several items exclusive to this secret club, something Payu had explained to him Sin liked to do. The exclusive menus drove hardcore patrons from club to club, just to try them all.

“I keep saying I’ll try the blue one, but the atmosphere is perfect for wine.”

“What if I get the blue one and you can have a taste?” Rain didn’t want anything too strong. The waiters here were strict, and he wasn’t confident he could hold his liquor enough. Anyone more than buzzed was cut off- and the threshold was lower for those who wanted a red booth.

“Deal.”

Couples or groups of people entered the room bit by bit over the next half hour. It took time to fill the space- why Rain and Payu weren’t worried about arriving too early. Each step in the entrance process relied on the area before emptying. Every time Payu and Rain had stepped forward in the hall of moving walls, it was a sign that another group of people had advanced.

Everything was done for the privacy of the guests. There were even two separate entrances to the underground theater- fed by the two ground-floor coat rooms.

“Permission to enter?” a man’s voice asked.

“Granted,” Payu said.

Their waiter felt for the seam in the curtain before stepping into their private area. He, too, was fully masked, “Would you like to place an order?”

Payu glanced at the menu again, “We’ll do the chocolate and strawberry fondue after we are finished. I will have the Exclusive Legacy Red, and my boyfriend wanted the Midnight Kiss cocktail.”

“I will put those orders in right away,” the waiter scribbled their orders on a piece of paper. “You are sitting at a red table, that means you are willing to perform for a maximum of twenty minutes in tonight’s display. Do you consent to this?”

“I do,” Payu reached out as the waiter produced a small device, scanning his fingerprint to mark his consent.

“And you, sir?” The waiter turned to Rain, who nodded. “I apologize, but you must give clear, verbal confirmation.”

“Yes, sorry, I consent,” Rain said, then allowed the man to scan his fingerprint. Those records would be tied to the table itself, not their names, and in a system not connected to the internet. It was a security measure, in case anyone claimed consent checks were not given.

The waiter smiled and put the small device in his apron, then pulled out a breathalyzer machine, “We require confirmation of sobriety at all times. Blood alcohol levels are restricted to 0.04 in order to perform, and 0.08 is the maximum limit.”

Both men proved their sobriety.

“You are wearing black masks, which means you are not allowed to approach other guests, and they will not be allowed to approach you. If you would like to change this at any time, you may call me. So long as no other patrons are on the staircase at that time, you will be led back to the mask seller you passed on the way in. He will turn his back as you change your masks- you are guaranteed full autonomy at all times.”

Rain and Payu nodded along. They were given the rules at every “show”, but didn’t mind the repetition. It helped calm Rain down, knowing how seriously Pakin and Sin’s men took privacy and security.

“Performance order is assigned at random, and each number is called only twice before we move on. If you miss your number for whatever reason, you will have a second chance to perform, time willing. Emergency exits and general restrooms are located on both the north and south ends. In the unlikely event of an emergency, you will be given street clothes. Your key number, please?”

“Thirty-eight,” Rain said, and the waiter checked a plastic card.

“Key thirty-eight ties to passes distributed by Vendor A. Again, though an emergency is highly unlikely, if one does occur, your vendor will contact you with instructions as to the location you may retrieve your belongings from. Present the key to claim your belongings.”

The waiter took a deep breath and laughed brightly, the end of the safety briefing. “For your performance, would you like any particular setup? We can offer a pedestal, chair, bed, or I can bring a menu of restraining devices and toys.”

Rain looked to Payu. Payu shrugged, “Birthday boy’s choice.”

“P-pedestal,” Rain said. “And ties?”

“Silk, leather, or metal?”

Payu wasn’t allowed to answer- on the one who would be wearing the ties had a say in the type.

“Silk, please.”

Payu flipped open the menu and went to the back page, which had nothing to do with drinks, “And we’ll use this brand of lube,” he pointed to one that would warm Rain from the inside out. “We will split delivery.”

The waiter wrote it all down before bowing, “Final reminder- anyone wearing a white mask like this-” he gestured to his own, “-is here to help facilitate your night. We are not permitted to touch you in any way, and cannot be touched. Penalty for breaking this rule is immediate detainment by our security partner and expulsion from the club. Alcohol and drug abuses are penalized with maximum severity.”

“Understood,” Payu said. The club was high-end. Tickets were only granted to those whose behavior the trusted vendors could personally vouch for.

As for them, well, if there was any emergency, as the man had said, the lockers would be emptied. The place all possessions would be sent- in nondescript boxes- was none other than Payu’s garage. A place wealthy and powerful people in expensive cars would not be noticed one bit. The cars would arrive, the key placed in a passenger seat, and when they were ready for pickup their box would be in the back seat.

In exchange for agreeing to serve this role for Pakin and Sin’s club, Payu and Rain were guaranteed two tickets per month.

Pakin first approached Payu about the deal a year before, while Rain was out with Graph and Sky. Payu had no concerns about serving as an emergency point for the club, and Pakin already knew his discretion was iron-clad.

Payu told Rain about the arrangement, and it took a year for the pair to work up the nerve to come to a place like this…

A sex club. The kind where the patrons could be part of the display. Where they could live out their deepest and darkest fetishes before an audience that does not judge, that only enjoys. Every week there were different themes to the shows, different kinks or fetishes allowed. Rain and Payu discussed their limits carefully before settling on the most basic of the attendance options- bondage and lighter fare. Nothing that might frighten or disturb the two, not one of the nights that would involve faux screams of fear or pain. They left those nights for the ones who would enjoy them- and they were among the most well attended nights.

There were things that Rain and Payu enjoyed in the bedroom that they had no interest in seeing others indulge in.

“I hope we don’t get anything lower than fourth,” Rain said after a while. He needed time to build up to it. “What is your maximum?”

“Not last. The mood is annoying- everyone is more worried about how high they can get in the exit line and people get testy.”

Not something they would have to worry about today. The ones who perform have priority to leave early, so that they don’t have to worry about anyone watching for their exit through a coat return. Rain and Payu deliberately wore suits a bit too big for their frames, harder to recognize a body type.

“Permission to enter?” their waiter returned in short order.

“Granted,” Rain called this time.

Someone pulled aside the curtain to allow their waiter to enter with a large tray. He set out a tall glass of red wine and a flute of cloudy silver-blue liquor that shimmered and swirled.

“The other half of your order will be provided during your turn,” the waiter said as he set a small phial of rose-colored lube on the table. Payu had ordered it split, meaning he wanted half in advance to prepare Rain.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“This is fine for now,” Payu said.

“Yes, sir. You have been assigned fourth in performance order, but may trade for a later time if desired.”

“Fourth is perfect,” Rain had secretly been hoping for that number. It gave them enough time to settle in, but not so much time that they couldn’t enjoy the rest of the night for nerves.

“I will come to remind you before the third performance, to give you an opportunity to prepare. If you need anything before then, simply blow out the candle on your table, and I will return.”

With that, the curtain closed once again.

Rain’s heart was hammering in his chest as they settled in completely. He picked up his drink and held it up to Payu, offering a taste, as promised.

Payu took a sip, then made a face, “Too sweet for me, but you’ll like it.”

A crust of blue sugar topped the rim, but even though the venue had their own surly take on it, the drink was still a campaign cocktail at its core. Rain found it more sour than sweet as Payu had said, but it reminded him of candy.

Neither drank much of their chosen beverage. Both of them were nervous about what they had signed up for… having sex… with an audience watching.

In his younger days, Payu had participated in the occasional… well, he supposed it’d be called an orgy. He only ever focused on one partner, but in a room filled with sex. It didn’t bother him, but he was never the center of attention the way they would be tonight.

And the idea of those eyes on Rain’s body, people coveting his boyfriend… It made Payu wildly jealous in a way that made him nervous… but excited.

Neither could predict what it would be like, but both wanted to find out.

The music shifted and the low din of the room vanished. A bell chimed and the opaque curtains withdrew into the sides of the booth, leaving only the gauzy layer for those who had pulled it out themselves. Rain and Payu had left theirs alone, and so they had an unobstructed view.

Instinctively, all eyes scanned for what red tables they could see- hungry guests wanting to know who would be setting the mood of the evening.

Rain glanced around the room. The quantity of red tables changed in accordance with the length of the show being performed in the opera theater above. There were a few groups, but most of the night’s acts would be duos- with a healthy mix of same and mixed sex couples.

“Welcome patrons,” a woman in a long black dress and white mask stood upon the stage. She was playing the role of facilitator for the night. “The opera this evening has an estimated run time of three hours and twenty minutes, including intermission. As always, our show is timed to match. Performers, when you hear this sound-” a high, clear bell rang from above,”- know you have five minutes remaining. This-” the stage lights flashed, “-means you have one minute.”

She clapped her hands once more, “First performers, raise your candle if you wish to accept your time.” Everyone scanned the crowd, looking for the required sign. After a moment, a cheer went up from the far side of the room- a black-masked man and a smaller, purple-masked woman stood up. The man had black satin boxers on, and the woman wore a simple black slip.

Rain leaned forward to watch as they stepped down to the stage. The woman was shy, but no more so than Rain thought he’d be if he were given the first time slot. Her companion led her to the edge of the stage and gave her a deep, claiming kiss before pushing aside the straps of her slip and letting it fall, exposing her naked body to the room.

There were no loud cheers this time- but a wave of sighs or murmurs of appreciation for her body.

A round section of the stage rose from the rest, and Rain found himself grin with anticipation. The platform meant that either a chair or table was being brought out- or maybe a standing restraint of some kind.

Two attendants carried a chair out a moment later, and quickly bolted it to the stage for safety. The man said something to the hostess before leading his partner to the contraption. Their twenty minutes wouldn’t start until the hostess left the stage.

“Our performers invite audience participation of any gender. Regardless of table color, those in red, green, or purple masks may join in, but you will not be permitted into the recovery room. As always, we respect the boundaries set by the performers. No penetration of any kind- oral, digital, or phallic- of the performers mouth or anus. Participants who are capable are encouraged to climax inside our performer as many times as they wish. All participants must be finished and leave the stage by the five minute bell.”

While the announcement was made, the music shifted to a slow, deep tune to match the energy below.

The chair was a seat with arms and legs on separate mechanisms that could be adjusted and locked whenever the user desired. Only a very thin bench at the back provided traditional support, leaving the woman’s freshly-shaved hole on display.

Payu reached over and pulled at the belt of Rain’s robe as the woman helped her partner tie silk restraints around her ankles, binding her to the chair. He was finishing up the wrists when the first couple members of the audience- a man and a woman- approached the corner of the stage. They waited, the man stroking himself, as the performer’s arms were tied to the chair and angled away from her body, her legs lifted and separated as far as she could go.

The circular portion of the stage began to rotate and Rain reached over to touch Payu’s bare chest. Neither took their eyes off the display below as the woman’s partner stepped behind her and casually draped his arms over her chest. He ran his fingertips along her torso and nodded to the man, inviting him to approach.

Rain slid his hand down Payu’s front and into the band of his pants as the woman trembled in both anticipation and fear. The man hesitated, but this time it was the woman who beckoned him forward as best she could with her arms bound.

He stepped between her legs and Payu’s hand slid the fabric of Rain’s robe out of the way. Rain withdrew his own hand and slid out of his underwear, allowing Payu to take hold of his half-awake dragon. Rain returned to Payu’s son, wrapping his small hand around the large length.

The whole room seemed to hold their breath as the music swirled- expertly matching the pace of what was happening on the stage.

At the first nudge of the man’s cock against the woman, Rain squeezed Payu’s member. When the man on stage slid into her and she cried out in pleasure, Payu began to stroke his boy in time with the thrusts.

The woman on the stage arched her back and the man holding her licked his lips as he watched her split around the stranger between her legs. The stage rotated just fast enough to provide everyone with ample view as he began to thrust into her. Her man wore a black mask- meaning he was limited in what he could do during the performance. He could only touch her, no one else, and he reached up to pinch and lightly twist her nipples while she writhed.

Another man stepped in line behind the still-waiting woman at the side of the stage, who was fingering herself watching the show up close.

Rain rotated his hips to match the woman, while his hand mirrored the man’s thrusts. Neither Rain nor Payu had any intention to let each other climax, but they could tease and play with each other until it was their turn. It was easier to lose themselves in the show than drink their beverages to get past the nerves.

Rain’s heart raced and his ears filled with the gasps and cries of the woman, tuning out the music entirely. The man seized up and he cried out as he spilled himself inside her. The woman’s back arched and her toes curled in pleasure. Her partner’s gaze was heavily lidded as the man staggered back, taking a few drops of seed with him. The woman who had been waiting came up immediately to fill his vacancy.

She dropped to her knees and immediately shoved her tongue into the woman. The bound one cried and pulled against her bonds, trying to either grind herself against the woman’s face, or escape overwhelming stimulation. But this was what she signed up for and requested, unless he used a safe word, this was all part of her entertainment.

Rain’s mouth watered as he stroked just the head of Payu’s cock. He breathed against the intense sensations and willed himself to wait. Rain was making it hard for Payu to endure, so he returned the favor by pouring the phial of lube onto his hand and pushing Rain to lean his chest against the table, giving Payu room to slide a finger inside him.

Rain gasped and hunched forward, his grip becoming erratic as Payu stroked from the inside.

The woman didn’t remain on stage for long. The bound one was shaking in her man’s grasp as she came, and the visiting woman took that as her sign to leave. Before the woman’s climax had ended, another man was already in place, shoving himself inside her.

Her screams almost sent Rain over the edge. She grabbed Payu’s hand and stopped him from moving, even as Rain’s own hand stilled on Payu’s dick. Not yet. He didn’t want to come yet.

The man spilled himself inside the woman before glancing back at the corner of the stage. No one had stepped up yet- not unusual for the first performance of the evening. He grinned and slammed back into her, making her arch her back and cry out against the feeling in her hypersensitive core. The man looked to her as his thrusts grew slower, more gentle. She nodded that she was alright and he picked the pace back up.

This one liked being treated like a toy.

Another man stood up and came to the front to give her what she wanted when this partner finished his second round.

The woman on stage came hard at the second load released into her body. The chair was rotated to just the right position as he pulled out- Payu and Rain both sighed at the creamy mess between her legs. The woman hardly remembered to breathe in anticipation of the next man who stepped up- he was larger than either of his predecessors.

On the chair, the woman frantically nodded and licked her lips as he approached. She struggled against her bonds, shaking. Payu could see her mouth moving as she panted the words over and over again, “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me.” Her hips rolled as if she was already fucking him.

The others took her roughly, but this one slid in slowly to defy her command. Her screams as he filled her were glorious, and Payu heard more than a few similar cries around them as men or women came with her. The man who stood behind his partner on stage moaned and licked his lips. He still held her torso, and seemed to be shoving her down onto the cock harder and faster.

The large man reached between her legs and started playing with her clit as he planted his feet and pounded her hard enough to bruise. Her partner’s eyes were nearly manic as she thrashed. Her fingers and toes splayed, shaking violently as her back arched and she came with her loudest scream yet.

At the peak of her climax, her eyes rolled back into her head.

Rain rolled his hips against Payu’s fingers, no longer caring if he came or not. The penetrating man didn’t relent as the woman passed out. He kept thrusting with everything he had.

Small sounds began escaping her lips in time with the thrusting cock as she revived. Her head shifted from side to side as she gradually became aware of herself, at what was happening to her body. Rain knew that delicious fog very well- Payu was a master of creating it.

The five-minute bell rang out above and her man, caught as he was in his lust, said something to the other. The man thrusting into the girl nodded and closed his eyes, redoubling his efforts. His panting became deep and edged with moans until he seized and slammed into her a couple more times. He staggered back until just the tip of his dick was inside her and furiously stroked the rest, pumping in every last drop he could give.

He fell back away from her entirely after a moment, dazed by the ferocity of his orgasm. No one stepped up to take his place- but that wasn’t what her partner had in mind. As the man walked away from the stage and back to his booth, her partner fell to his knees between her legs. Without a moment’s hesitation, he began to lick away the seed of the other men that dripped from inside her. He stroked himself through the fabric of the pants, but made no move to shove them off and have his own turn.

The man who filled her last watched from halfway up the steps with a grin on his face as he slowly returned to his table. His partner- also male- greeted him with a fierce kiss before sliding out of his seat to provide an oral cleaning as well.

Rain was stroking Payu furiously as he watched the man on stage clean his woman as thoroughly as possible. At one point, her eyes half-opened and she watched him with a faint smile. The lights flashed- one minute left. She certainly wouldn’t be able to cum again for a while, but her man raced the clock as his tongue probed deeper, seeking as much semen as he could find. Reveling in the feeling of the entire room knowing how proud he was to be the one to lick his woman clean.

The stage went dark, and the audience broke out in enthusiastic applause as attendants came to help untie the woman. Her partner carried her off to the recovery room, and the din of conversation filled the air while the stage was cleaned and re-set.

Rain shivered around Payu’s fingers and flashed his man an excited smile. Payu’s eyes were molten as he crushed Rain’s lips against his and gave him a fierce and hot kiss.

Rain almost wished they’d chosen the chair as well.

“Thank you to all who participated,” the hostess came back after the stage was clear. The raised circle slid back into place. “Second performers, raise your candle if you wish to accept your slot.”

“We’ll go later!” The breathy call came from the last man who had emptied himself inside the woman. His man was still on his knees with that impressive cock in his mouth.

The hostess bowed. “Third performers, raise your candle if you would like to accept your slot.”

Two men sitting on the far side of the stage smiled as they raised their candle. Both wore black masks- no audience participation. One man was huge and burly, the other petite with blonde hair tied slightly back. Attendants brought forward a long, solid table- the same pedestal Rain and Payu had requested.

Both men left their clothes behind at the booth. The blonde had a body made for magazine covers- thin and lithe with well defined muscles. The bigger man was lethal in his build, all hard muscle, with thick arms. He looked as if he could crush the man beside him with a single fist, and yet the hand on the blonde’s back was gentle.

It seemed like most of the room noticed the same feature at the same time, and there was a gasp as the lights shimmered on a set of three jewels embedded in the already impressively thick length of the big man.

Rain’s mouth fell open as he wondered what would drive a man to have his own part pierced like that. Surely that meant the big man would be taken by his small lover, right? It couldn’t feel good to push a pierced dick into a tight hole… right?

Lost in his own wonder, Rain didn’t notice Payu’s chuckle as he realized the couple on stage were a pair he was very familiar with.

He wouldn’t tell Rain that the man he was so hypnotized by was a man who terrified the boy in real life.

Chai and his husband Win deserved their autonomy.

Payu slid a third finger into Rain as the boy watched, mesmerized by the display in front of them. Win crawled onto the table, his hips raised and his chest resting against the cool wood as Chai slid behind him. Win’s ass was shiny and wet- he’d prepared in advance.

A small phial was brought up, and Chai poured it onto his hard length, stroking himself as he handed the phial back to the attendant, who quickly exited. Win was whimpering as Chai rested the head of his cock against Win’s hole and began to push.

The head slid in, and Chai pulled Win up slightly, enough so that Chai could gently kiss his back and murmur in his ear as he eased himself slowly into his husband.

Rain began to stroke Payu again when Chai kissed Win’s cheek and began to thrust his hips heavily but slowly.

“You will have your opportunity to perform next,” the waiter reappeared and spoke softly, to not disturb anyone around them. “Do you have any changes you wish to make at this time?”

“Do you want the chair instead?” Payu asked Rain. He shook his head and craned his neck to watch as Win cried out, begging Chai to go harder and faster.

“Pedestal is fine, thank you,” Payu submitted to the alcohol test once again, though he’d barely had half of his wine. Rain was so lost in the cries of the men below that Payu had to hook his fingers inside the boy and lift his arm sharply to get Rain’s attention. He looked to the waiter and Rain quickly blew into the tube, his ears turning bright red as he realized he was riding Payu’s hand with someone else standing there.

But… Rain didn’t stop.

The waiter checked their numbers, bowed, and disappeared once more.

On stage, the couple changed positions. Win was on his back, with Chai straddling one of his legs, the other held tight to Chai’s chest as his pierced cock slid as deep as it could go. The music played as the couple moaned and Chai licked the arch of Win’s foot.

Their performance wouldn’t be as unbridled as the first- they simply wanted to be watched.

Rain moaned as Payu’s fingers swirled inside him with renewed purpose. Payu watched the two men on stage even as he leaned over and whispered in Rain’s ear, “How rough do you want it?”

The boy bit his lip as he watched the erotic display on stage. The moaning was all around them as the audience was drawn in by the display of love and lust. It was fire to Rain’s blood. Their bodies were a perfect fit.

Rain’s body sank against Payu’s side as he looked briefly up at his hubby and whispered, “Daddy.”

Payu thrust his fingers into Rain hard enough that his palm clapped against the boy’s butt. Rain whimpered and clenched down hard on the fingers.

“Rough it is, naughty boy,” Payu hissed. Rain knew he had to be punished for that, but it was a punishment both of them enjoyed.

Payu monitored Rain’s body carefully, never letting him get too close to the edge. Rain gasped as Chai and Win came simultaneously. Chai pulled Win up to sit on his lap and held him tight, feeding his husband gentle kisses to his cheeks and neck as Win gasped for air and rested his head against Chai’s shoulder.

After a few moments, when the five minute bell chimed, Chai raised a hand to the hostess and slid himself from Win, carrying the shivering man off the stage.

The lights dimmed, and Payu pulled his fingers from Rain as the stage was cleaned. He slid his long, loose pants down and folded them, along with Rain’s robe and underwear. They were placed neatly on top of the table, a sign to their waiter.

“Are you ready?” Payu whispered in Rain’s ear. The boy was shaking in an instant, but he nodded.

“Fourth performers, raise your candle if you wish to accept your slot.”

Payu looked at Rain for a moment before raising their candle.

Anyone could see that Rain was scared as they stepped out of the booth, Payu gently guiding the boy along. Rain held his hands tight over his crotch, his entire body bright red.

As they walked down, Payu noticed the man and woman from the first performance returning to their booth. The woman had her slip on once more, and she was walking slowly with the help of her partner. He nuzzled her with a proud smile on his face.

A few others noticed the returning pair, and began to applaud. Those without the hands to spare stomped their feet or pounded on the table. The woman blushed and curtsied slightly, wincing at the motion. There were four small bouquets of flowers waiting at the table- a traditional thanks from those in the audience who had participated. The large male who had taken her last raised a glass to toast her as she passed, and they shared a smile.

As Rain and Payu entered the pool of light and more noticed Rain’s shyness, the applause grew again, encouraging him. Payu looked at the shivering boy and opened his arms, allowing Rain to bury his face in Payu’s chest. The aggressively cute display earned them louder applause.

Payu was confident in his own body, he wasn’t one to shy away, but Rain… Well, he was on the smaller side, and he was shy about his little dragon.

Even while holding Rain, Payu walked them to the table at the center of the stage, where loops of black satin ties had been attached already.

“Close your eyes,” Payu whispered in Rain’s ear, and the little one obeyed. “Good boy,” Payu kissed his forehead before lifting Rain onto the table.

Rain’s eyes were tightly shut as Payu laid him face-down and proceeded to tie the boy’s ankles apart. He unhooked a wrist tie from the top and tied Rain’s hands behind his back. Rain shivered and whimpered with fear as he was exposed to the audience, his head turning as if he was desperate to hide.

But the audience was warm and supportive. They saw Rain’s obvious fear and began to clap for him again. There were even some cries of “Adorable”, and “Cute” from more outgoing patrons.

Payu left Rain to say something to the hostess, who nodded.

“Today is a very special day,” she announced as Payu accepted the other small phial of lubricant from an attendant. “A certain someone came to celebrate his birthday”

The applause briefly flared as the waiting audience cheered Rain’s birthday.

“Show them how good you are,” Payu whispered in Rain’s ear as he stepped onto the low table and positioned himself in front of Rain’s mouth.

Rain was talented with his mouth, and Payu wanted the entire room to know it.

Fear and excitement sent a thrill through Rain. He couldn’t grasp Payu’s length with his hands bound, but he started at the bottom of the cock, tracing the flesh with the tip of his tongue as Payu’s hand found its way down towards Rain’s rear, his fingers adding more lubricant to his back hole. When Rain’s mouth reached the cockhead, he scraped his teeth along the aching, sensitive flesh just hard enough to draw a warning hiss from Payu.

Rain worked it from each side- running his head along the edge of the member as he worked up the courage to open his eyes though the mask and see the crowd. Rain heard himself moan as he accidentally made eye contact with someone and realized the man was staring back at him, not at the fingers Payu was sliding in and out of Rain’s hole, but the half-obscured face of the boy licking Payu.

When Rain took Payu’s full length in his throat on the first try without gagging, there was a chorus of appreciative murmurs from the crowd. Payu was impressive, anyone could see that, and it took real talent to be able to accommodate his length. Payu stopped fingering Rain to give the audience a good view as Rain pressed far enough for his nose to touch Payu’s abdomen before he leaned back and gasped for air.

Payu was salty and sweet from tip to base- largely thanks to Rain’s stroking as they watched the earlier performers. Rain mixed slight bobs of his head with deeper dives as Payu grabbed his shoulders and tried to resist thrusting into the hot mouth.

He didn’t give Rain long to play, just enough time to get accustomed to being on the stage. They only had twenty minutes after all, Rain could spend that time just tasting him.

As soon as he thought Rain was ready, he grabbed his chin and pulled the boy away, then walked behind him. There was a gasp from the audience as Payu slammed into Rain without any hesitation.

Well, they had sex in the shower as they got ready to come here, Rain was already pretty open for him.

Payu wrapped a hand around Rain’s throat and pulled the boy back against him, ignoring the wild scratching of Rain’s fingers against his stomach as Payu set a vicious pace. Rain’s body was on display for the entire room, with nothing to cover him. Payu rested a hand on the table behind him and made Rain lay against his chest, the boy’s legs held open by the straps on the table.

Rain gasped and his eyes flew open behind the mask as Payu pressed hard against that spot inside him. He couldn’t help but buck his hips to meet the relentless thrusting between his legs. Payu’s hand at this throat made Rain feel even more helpless to fight against the hard invasion in his ass.

He was terrified, he was excited, and his hole was hot where Payu stretched him.

Rain once again found himself looking at the audience. Locking eyes with random men and women. Crying out to them every time Payu thrust hard- showing them how good Payu’s cock felt inside him. Feeling their jealousy and desire washing over him.

Payu watched them too, but he ignored the ones who met his gaze. He wanted the ones whose eyes were locked on Rain. Who saw the petite man writhing and crying out on his cock. He wanted to see how badly they craved Rain’s body as they stroked themselves- men and women alike.

Only Payu could bring this out of him. Only Payu could own the beautiful and tempting body.

Payu growled as Rain tightened around his cock. Payu sat up so that his hand was free to hold Rain’s hips as he slammed into the boy, rotating his hips to stir himself deep inside as Rain screamed and came across the table. He wanted the room to know how good it felt inside Rain, and Payu threw his head back and opened his mouth wide as his thrusts became a bit slower and heavier. He wanted everyone to fantasize that Rain’s cries were for them, that they were the ones fucking that sweet, perfect little hole.

A man started to rise as if he were in a trance and his partner quickly grabbed his arm and yanked him down, “Black mask.” Payu laughed at the whispered warning.

They were all fucking Rain with their eyes and thoughts, but only Payu was allowed to touch him. He wanted them to lose control in their desire for the boy- and he wanted Rain to know- with all those eyes boring into him- that only Payu was allowed to make him feel so good.

Payu’s hand found its way between Rain’s legs as he picked up the pace again. Rain’s head lulled back until his watery eyes met Payu’s overwhelming and hypnotic gaze.

“Daddy,” Rain squeezed down hard on him, his entire body shaking as Payu stroked his cock and gave him a few slow, hard thrusts. “Please fill Nong’s little hole.”

Rain barely remembered to change the word, to avoid saying his own name.

Payu released Rain’s cock to pull at the binding on his wrists and release them, letting Rain reach back and pull Payu’s body into him as hard as he wanted. Cock and hand worked in tandem as Payu bit his shoulder and moved faster, all while holding Rain up and on display as he bounced back against his boyfriend.

Rain’s cries became more frequent and he felt his body tense again. Payu’s hand became a blur around his little cock, stroking it furiously.

There were some excited whispers as some of the crowd leaned in for a better view of the beautiful man being ruthlessly fucked. The bell rang above them, but that didn’t dampen the excitement at all. Payu knelt on the table between Rain’s legs, giving his boyfriend a bit more leverage to slam himself down onto Payu’s cock. Payu pushed himself harder and harder into Rain’s hole.

Rain locked eyes with a pair of red-masked men and bit his lip. They were stroking each other in time with Payu’s thrusts, one also fingering the other’s hole. Rain bit his lip and nodded to them, whimpering and crying out so they would know how good Payu felt inside him.

The nod was for Payu- a sign to give it everything he had. Payu focused more on hand than on cock, and pulled hard enough for Rain to feel a bit of pain. Rain watched the men, fighting his orgasm until one man, panting with his own pleasure, mouthed, ‘Come’.

Rain obeyed the stranger.

He screamed as he came again around Payu, harder than ever before. Hot, white ropes splattered across his chest and neck with the force of it. Payu didn’t stop his attack as Rain’s scream turned into a jagged gasp for air. He kept up the punishing pace, making it hard to tell if it was one long orgasm, or multiple dry orgasms after the initial spray.

Payu didn’t stop, not even as he began to come inside Rain. He filled him with rope after rope of seed, taking pleasure in the trembling, limp body that slumped against his chest when Rain collapsed.

The lights dimmed and Payu bit Rain’s shoulder hard, not really knowing why beyond that he needed to do it. One last claiming.

An attendant came to help untie Rain’s ankles from the table as Payu slid out of him and scooped his boy into his arms.

He staggered, his thighs weak, but did not accept help from the attendant in carrying Rain down from the stage and into a dark tunnel between two booths. Payu barely even heard the thunderous applause that followed them.

At the end of the hall was a door, opened by the attendant for them. No one followed Payu and Rain inside, no one was allowed.

They were alone in a large, clean bathing room. A table sat beside the door with their folded clothes on top- brought down by their waiter.

“Good boy,” Payu whispered in Rain’s ear as he set him down on a stone bench near the shower. He pulled the shower head down and turned on the warm water, using it to revive Rain and clean the cum from his chest and throat.

Rain made little cooing noises as he came around and felt Payu cleaning his body.

“You were perfect,” Payu whispered in Rain’s ear, planting kisses along his jaw and over the bite mark he’d left- a deeper one than he intended.

“I love you, P’Payu,” Rain murmured into his ear, earning him a kiss on the lips.

Once Rain and Payu had rinsed off, they helped each other over to a pile of fresh towels. They were still a bit sweaty and flushed, but the show was only beginning. Now that they’d completed their performance, they would be free to watch and play with each other without restraint. They weren’t done for the night, just resting.

Rain fell onto a low couch covered in clean towels and waited while Payu dried himself off. Once he pulled his loose pants back on, he came to sit by Rain’s feet and gently massaged his ankles where the ties had dug in.

“Do you want to go home?” Payu asked as Rain closed his eyes, exhausted.

“I’m fine, just catching my breath,” his entire body both ached and felt hungry for more. He needed Payu inside him again. Maybe not for an hour, but tonight. Payu was planning to buy a plug and keep filling Rain until the boy begged for mercy. A birthday present Rain very much desired.

Rain dragged Payu up to lay on top of him on the sofa.

“Order me a coffee?”

“Whatever you want.” Payu held his lover for a long time, until a knock at the door let them know they had been inside for thirty minutes, and it was time to change over the room for the next couple. There were two recovery rooms, so no one had to be too rushed.

Payu supported Rain as they walked back out into the club, where two women were on stage, each happily eating the other out. There was a wave of applause from those who noticed the cute little one and his handsome boyfriend returning to their seats.

As requested, a huge plate of perfectly red strawberries waited for them at their table, with three containers of molten chocolate- white, dark, and milk- suspended above candles.

And waiting for them, even though they didn’t allow anyone to join, were several small bundles of flowers. Tokens of appreciation from others in the room. Rain felt brave, and took his robe off while he was still standing, still visible. He adjusted his mask and slid into the booth, sitting on Payu’s lap this time.

By the time the final group of the night performed, the strawberries were long gone. Rain- a new crystal plug keeping Payu’s multiple releases inside him- was swallowing the final drops of Payu’s last orgasm of the night, his own cock long dormant.

When the performance ended and the opaque curtains were once again automatically drawn, Payu pulled Rain away and kissed his boyfriend deeply, sharing the taste and playing with his tongue for a while, until the waiter arrived to tell them it was their turn to leave.

It was time for the long walk back up to the locker room (where a page neatly attached to a frame on the locker door detailed talking points about the opera in case anyone asked), and then the two-by-two exodus into the theater itself.

Payu kissed Rain’s forehead in the privacy of the dressing room. He felt dark and deliciously depraved when everyone was watching, but now Payu felt his conscience returning bit by bit. Rain leaned back against Payu’s chest and looked up at him.

“When’s the next show?”

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