Takumi

Takumi cleared his throat delicately, fussing with his hair behind the stage that had been built.
Morale among his army had been dropping as of late, and his oh so clever wife had an idea.
“Give them a rousing speech, my dear.” Camilla had cooed in his ear, “The men need something to really lift their spirits.”
Of course, a speech. Takumi had practiced his oral skills since he’d reached his teenage years, and now was his chance to really put himself to the test.
He pressed his clothes down flat with his hands, Camilla giving her husband a little hug from behind, a smooch on his cheek. “You look simply adorable dear.” She giggled, examining his reflection in a nearby mirror.
“I don’t know…” He sighed, “This shirt always puffs out a little in the chest. It makes me look… womanly.”
“Nawww, sweetie.” Camilla squeezed him lightly. “It’ll be just fine. Now go on, give it your best, cheer those boys up, whatever it takes.”
“Whatever it takes.” He agreed, leaving his pavilion and mounting the stage he was to speak on, an enormous crowd of soldiers milling about and waiting to hear his words. A lot wore frowns, or looks of confusion, malcontent muttering sounding like the buzzing of an enormous swarm of bees.
“Eh-he-hehm!” He smiled out over the heads, “Friends, soldiers, countrymen! It’s good to see you all out here this morning.” His pony tail flowed a little in the wind, as he strode across the stage, “Now, I know it’s been a trying  time for us all and-“
“GET TO THE GOOD PART!”
“YEAH!”
Takumi’s jaw dropped for a moment, before trying to gather himself, “I- well, I am trying, so if you could all give me a few minutes to-“
“SHUT UP!”
“YEAH, WE’RE HERE FOR THE SHOW!”
“Show?” Takumi’s brow furrowed, “What show? This is meant to be a spee-“
Camilla clapped a hand over his mouth, having mounted the stage behind him, and gotten the drop on her husband.
“Don’t worry, boys!” She winked, kissing her fingertips and blowing, “The show will start soon!” She reached into her cleavage and procured a folded poster, handing it to her husband, “You’ll perform, won’t you honey? If you don’t, all these angry men might rush the stage. Goodness knows what they might do, if we don’t make some moves to appease their anger…”
The prince’s eyes boggled as he read the poster.
‘Royal Bitch Strip Show’? ‘Come see the effete Prince bare all’? ‘Special prizes to be given away on raffle’?!
“Camilla, WHAT?”
She furrowed her brow in confusion, “Did I not tell you about this part of the plan? I could have sworn I did….”
“YOU MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT!”
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby.” She pinched his cheek softly, “But, like I said, the boys are expecting a show now, and… well, they’re expecting a certain something to calm them down.”
She gave him a little shove to centre stage, a wink, and hurried off stage for some unknown reason, leaving the prince trembling alone in front of a crowd that was expecting him to strip naked for their amusement.
He saw the leery looks on the men in the front row, closest to the stage, daggers hanging from their hips, and gulped, steeling himself for what he knew he had to do.
“Um… very well, let me jus-“
“GET ON WITH IT!”
He winced, but started to swap his curvy hips a little side to side, closing his eyes and trying to pretend he was only stripping for his wife, like he had fun doing to set the mood for a passionate evening of love making.
His fingers started to flutter over his clothes, as his cheeks burned, popping buttons loose and untying knots that held things in place.
Wolf whistles made him tremble as his loosened pants sagged from his hips, hanging around his thighs loosely, before Takumi kicked loose of them, turning his back to the crowd as he pulled his shirt up, reavealing his ass to the crowd, made fat, large and plump from years of royal pampering, the men in the crowd laughing and whistling some more, as it became evident that the prince wore a rather sheer set of undergarments that clung to his skin, snow white, one could almost see the pink of hand marks left on his rump, courtesy of Camilla being rather fond of spanking her husband in bed.
He swayed again, back to the crowd, gritting his teeth as the jeered more.
“COLD OUT, YOUR MAJESTY?”
Takumi ground his teeth. His nippled had hardened… but it was just the cold, that was all.
And-
“COURIERS MUST HAVE IT EASY, IF THAT’S THE SIZE OF ROYAL PACKAGES THEY’RE CARRYING AROUND!”
Racuous  laughter arose from that. Takumi knew he wasn’t the largest man… maybe even a bit smaller than average, as Camilla liked to tease, but he was a prince and-
THUNK!
He opened his eyes, seeing Camilla set down a large box on stage, shooting her him a flirty wink. “Looking good, honey… Ooh, don’t let me distract you, keep going.”
“I’ve got nothing left to strip!”
“Oh, I think you do~”
He gulped and looked down, his face turning a deep red, as he slid down the pair of panties Camilla had bought him for his last birthday, baring himself fully to the crowd.
“WE SURE THAT’S NOT THE PRINCESS?”
“CUTE!”
“THAT PONYTAIL MUST MAKE A NICE HANDHOLD!”
It did, as Takumi and Camilla both knew well, but at least these foul men would never know that-
“It does! My dear Takumi loves it when I pull his hair while I’m inside him!”
Damn it, Camilla! Don’t tell them about that!
“Would you all like to see? As a little pre-amble to the raffle!”
“What? NO!” Takumi squeaked.
He was, of course, drowned out by the roar of “YES!” From the crowd.
Camilla simply shrugged at her husband, “Got to keep the crowd happy, dear.”
She strutted closer and traced a hand down her husbands face, his skin fine and smooth, her prince smooth and hairless and naked in the wind…
And then she pushed down on his head, pushing him to his hands and knees, as she drew forth the toy that Takumi knew well, long and shaped like a much larger cock than his own, Camilla pulled him into position, pressing his face down into the stage, his ass in the air, facing the crowd at the edge of the stage.
He trembled and shivered as the men in the front row had hands snake forwards and start touching him, caressing his legs, thighs and
“HaH~-HEY!” He snapped, “D-don’t- not there! That’s for Camilla!”
“Aw, I don’t mind sharing.” Camilla giggled, taking her familiar grip at the base of his ponytail and twisting his head to the side, “Now, be a good boy and…?”
Takumi… couldn’t fight this now, opening his mouth, he let Camilla thrust the toy into his throat, his gag reflex trained away, as strange men poked and stroked and prodded at his cock,  making cruel comments about it’s size, even as he hardened, his sensitive thighs getting roughly stroked and grabbed and massaged, even licked, as Camilla called him a good boy.
Finally, she deemed the toy wet enough, plucking it from his mouth and sitting on her husbands head now, facing the crowd, she spread his fat ass wide, the toy gleaming with his spit, as she easily let it slide into his trained hole.
“Good boy…” She cooed.
Takumi could only gasp and shiver and…
“HA~aahhn!” He whimpered, his cock pulsing and squirting a few thin dribbles of seed onto the stage below.
“Small and quick!” A man close by smirked, “No wonder your wife is the one in charge.”
Takumi just whimpered, staying hard, as Camilla thrust the toy deeper into his ass, spreading him, the familiar ecstasy coursing through his body in equal parts with shame to be seen like this before all these men.
Camilla gave one ass cheek a kiss, while a rough, strangers hand squeezed the other, hard… but pleasurably. His wife toyed with him on stage, encouraging the men below to revel in their abuse of his body, the roughness contrasting with her gentleness in such a way that the sensations drove poor Takumi over his edge frequently and quickly.
His cock oozed pre-cum in an almost continuous dribble to the stage below, and every couple of minutes, the prince would squeal and cum again, more than he’d thought he was even capable of, his mind drifting into such a loose state of euphoria that he couldn’t muster any more token attempts at resistance, as men took turns handling him, Camilla keeping up her fun of fucking his asshole for the crowd, every so often pulling the toy out.
When she would, Takumi would whine like a bitch in heat, as Camilla proudly displayed the way her husbands well trained asshole could wink and pucker, demanding to be refilled, which she would always oblige by stuffing the toy back in and taking Takumi to task, making sure all of their loyal soldiers got their spirits back up again.
Other things were also getting up, too.
When she’d milked Takumi dry, his balls tightening up, but unable to meet the demand for any more cum, she finally dismounted, giving his ass a spank to leave a red hand mark, before leaving him at the edge of the stage, dildo lodged in his ass,  approaching the large box she’d brought with her on stage at last.
“Now!” She beamed, “I know you boys are excited, but we’re going to go over the rules, so we’re all clear! The winner of our draw, will get to use Prince Takumi as their personal pleasure toy for the next week, until the next raffle draw!” She gave the box a rattle, “But, as an extra incentive to get in early… The first winner of the raffle, will be given the special opportunity to get yours truly pregnant!” She patted over her heart, “Dear Takumi has been trying for the last year, but… well… I think he’s lost interest.” She gestured at her husband, gasping and panting in a pool of his own, thin seed, being groped by strange men, “Other means to secure a royal child must be taken.”
There was a rush on the booth that was selling tickets, men eagerly slamming down gold, Camilla giggling in appreciation. “Thank you boys, your enthusiasm means so much!” She tutted, “Since you’re all being so kind, I think I’ll even let you borrow Takumi for the rest of the day, as a free sample!”
“Wh… wha?” Takumi asked.
Camilla just grinned and gave him a little wave, as the effete prince was pulled off the stage by burly men and pulled to the middle of the crowd, their army grinning like madmen.
He didn’t put up any protest past that, Camilla grinning ear to ear, with how well her plan to raise morale had worked!