Chapter 5
MADISON
Gorge has been out for a few weeks, and it’s a Sunday night, so the theater is rather empty. There’s only one other group here—three people, just like us. Damiano and Seth lead me to the back of the theater—not the very back, but far enough from the other group that it feels like we’re alone.
“Do you think this is all the people we’ll have in here?” I’m a little nervous at the thought of the men touching me in a public place. A movie theater isn’t like Low Vice, where everyone around consents to see or be seen.
“The movie’s just about to start, so I think it’s just us.” Seth squeezes my hand. “You don’t have to worry, Madison—we’re taking care of everything.”
We settle into our seats—Seth on my right, Damiano on my left. I ease down carefully, trying not to jostle the plug too much.
As if on cue, the lights dim and the trailers start running.
Damiano grabs one of my hands. Seth rests his palm casually over my bare knee. This feels as innocent as any of my high school dates—if any of those dates had been with two guys instead of one. The guys’ casual touches would seem, to an outsider, almost chaste.
My nerves are clanging, though. This is more than a date.
I have something in my ass, for starters.
Any minute, these guys are going to start touching me in “obscene places.” From the way the tension stretches between the three of us, I think they’re going to start as soon as the trailers are finished.
When the movie begins, so will the “obscene” touching.
And honestly? I can’t wait. The fullness of the plug in my ass has me on edge.
The final trailer ends with an epic swell of music and big block letters proclaiming a release date.
Now, it’s time.
Gorge opens with the camera panning over a typical American suburban neighborhood.
It starts far off, like a plane’s view, then narrows in.
As it gets closer to the ground, we begin to see the trouble.
There are no signs of life in this neighborhood.
We see an overturned child’s bicycle, then some paper litter fluttering over untidy lawns.
A house’s front door bangs open and closed in the breeze.
I squeeze Damiano’s hand, getting ready for a jump-scare.
He leans over to say, “You saw our test results, yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper. From the corner of my eye, I can see Seth is listening to our conversation.
“And you are on birth control. So no more condoms, yes?”
“Yes.” Since Kyle, I’ve only been with a couple of guys before Damiano and Seth, and I insisted on protection. I’m eager, now, to feel us all together with nothing in between.
“Good.” Damiano kisses my cheek. “How is the plug feeling back there?”
I clear my throat, my face hot. “It’s, um, it’s fine.”
Seth’s hand flexes almost imperceptibly on my knee.
The expected jump-scare happens on screen, but I barely notice it. My senses are heightened for the here and now. Damiano lets go of my hand and moves his palm to my other knee.
At the same time, the men pull my thighs apart. Did they fucking choreograph this or something? If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d laugh at the idea.
But then their hands start inching inward. Up my inner thighs. I look down at my lap, at my skirt hiking up along with their movements.
“Something wrong, little girl?” Seth’s voice is rough in my ear.
“Um. No. Everything’s fine.”
“Fine, huh? Just like that big fat plug in your bum?” He chuckles. “Tell me, Miss M. Are you wet?”
I’ve been wet since they put this plug in my ass, but I don’t want to admit it. It’s too embarrassing.
“That’s okay, you don’t need to answer.” He reaches all the way to my pussy and tugs the crotch of my panties aside. “Damiano can check for us.”
My sound of protest is swallowed by my lustful moan.
Damiano grins and brings his fingers all the way up to my pussy. “She’s so fucking wet. I can easily slide two fingers in, I bet.”
He proceeds to do just that. I groan and lift up. Two fingers in my pussy, along with that plug in my ass, make for a very full feeling.
“Ah, bella,” Damiano says, “this is why we have to train you. One day soon it’ll be one of our cocks nestled in this sweet cunt, and the other in your sinfully perfect ass.”
I shake my head, but I’m not saying no. I want it just as bad as they do, but it’s not the sort of thing I can admit to.
Seth leans over and tilts my face toward his.
I stare into his hazel eyes for a half-beat before he leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss.
His whiskers tickle my skin pleasantly, juxtaposed with his soft, firm lips.
He thrusts his tongue in, the sensual movements mimicking Damiano’s fingers. So good, so hot.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Damiano pulls his fingers away. “We must fuck you, bella.”
Something flashes on the screen—another jump-scare of a zombie breaking into a basement where a family is hiding. In the flash of light as the zombie breaks open the door, I notice the other three people in the theater.
I pull out of Seth’s kiss with a gasp. We’re doing too much, going too far. “Wait, we can’t—if those other people turn around, they could see us. And they didn’t consent to this.”
“Sweetheart.” Seth kisses me again before pulling back. “Do you remember the wedding Damiano and I attended, when you were catering?”
“Yes,” I say slowly. “The fairy garden theme. It was a wedding for that pretty blond woman and her two grooms. Wait—is that them?”
Damiano grins. “We may have split the cost of buying out this theater for the evening.”
My mind whirls. “So they don’t care what we do back here?”
“Oh, they might look up and be curious, but it seems to me like they’re having fun of their own down there.”
I can’t see any details, but the blonde’s head is tilted back. She can’t possibly be watching the movie. Her men—her husbands—are facing her. They aren’t watching the movie, either. Before I look away, the leaner guy gets out of his seat—it looks like he’s kneeling in front of the woman.
I bet she’s very happy right now.
“So?” Damiano stands and holds out a hand to help me up.
I look at the other trio. If they’re really doing this…I guess we can, too. I take Damiano’s hand and stand next to him.
“Are you all right, Madison?” he asks, concern in his dark eyes.
“Nervous,” I say.
He tucks my hair behind my ears. “We will not both take you at the same moment…not here, not for your first time.”
Relieved, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.
When I pull out of the kiss with Damiano, Seth bends me forward.
“Hold onto the back of the seat for balance,” he says, pointing to the seats in front of ours.
I have to bend over a little more, because the seats are lower. We shouldn’t be doing this here, should we? But they rented the theater, and I want to do this. Seth lifts up my skirt. He fondles the plug, making it vibrate from his touch. I stifle my moan.
He leans forward with me so he can whisper in my ear. “No condom.”
Fuck, I’m on fire. I tighten my grip on the seat in front of me. “No condom.”
Pressing inside, he has to go slow. That plug takes up so much room, and the way his cock eases into me makes it move. It touches nerves I didn’t even know I had.
“Feel how much tighter this is?” Seth murmurs. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
It does, but I’m afraid to admit it. Because right now he’s going super slow, taking it easy. If he thinks I love it, will he start fucking me faster and harder?
“Madison, baby. Talk to me.”
“It’s…it’s good. But keep going slow.”
He strokes my back, reassuring me. “Of course, little girl.”
Every pump of his hips lights up new sparks of lust. The feeling centers in my pussy and makes my clit throb. The movement of the plug in my ass is a constant reminder of just how filthy we’re being.
“I’m going to fuck you a little faster now, Madison.” Seth reaches around me to cup my tits through my shirt, pinching my nipples before moving one hand down to my clit. “Let me know if it’s too fast.”
It isn’t too fast—it’s glorious. The rhythm of his thrusts, combined with his fingers rubbing my clit, has me soaring to the edge in seconds.
My orgasm tears through me. Seth covers my mouth to stifle my cry of pleasure, but I’m not silent.
The other trio, closer to the front of the theater, pauses in their movements.
The blond puts her hand in the air—her thumb’s up is a silhouette against the movie screen.
I close my eyes, embarrassed but happy about the camaraderie.
Seth leans forward with a grunt, thrusting one last time. His cock pulses inside, and a liquid feeling of heat spreads within me.
“Fuck.” He kisses the center of my back before easing out of me. “Madison, you’re a miracle.”
I stand up, arms and legs shaking from bending over and holding the seat.
“My turn, bella.” Damiano takes out his cock and gives it a slow stroke as he looks at me. “You look like you’re about to fall over. The wall, over here.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to the side of the steps, where a dark wall separates this seating section from the entryway to the theater.
He leans me against the wall and lifts one of my knees, opening me for his cock.
He rubs the tip against me for a moment, causing me to whimper with need, before he slides inside.
He’s so thick and long, this angle makes me see stars.
Or maybe that’s just flashing lights as a horde of zombies attack each other on the movie screen.
“You’re wet with his come,” Damiano growls. “Bella, now I will fill you with mine. Our seed will be leaking from you for the rest of the night.”
It sounds so wrong, but it feels so good. They’re claiming me in this movie theater. In the front row, the two guys have the blonde between them—one fucking her from the back, and the other taking her mouth. The view only heightens my lust. I want to do that with Damiano and Seth sometime.
Damiano grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in again. “So good, Madison. Can you come again for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, bella, I love it when you call me Sir.” He reaches behind me to touch the base of the plug, moving it around inside me.
I clench his shoulders as my entire body tightens around him. He curses in Italian and slams into me, his base dragging against my clit. “Come now, bella.”
My body obeys and I shatter into a million shards of ecstasy, my cries muffled by his mouth over mine, his tongue claiming me. He comes with me, pulsing as his come fills me up, joining with Seth’s.
My men thought ahead—they brought a plastic bag of damp paper towels, which they use to clean me up.
They carefully remove the plug, wrapping it in a wipe and tucking it into the plastic bag to clean later.
I send looks down to the other three people in the theater, and it seems they’ve finished up their fun, as well.
“Do you want to stay and finish the movie?” Seth asks.
I shake my head. “Not tonight. Let’s go home together. I don’t care where—I just want to be together.”
“Same,” Damiano agrees. “We will come back another time and watch the movie for real.”
Damiano made good on his promise of touching me in obscene places during the movie…I blush at the thought.
And despite everything “obscene” about it, I’m still falling in love with these men.
I can only hope they feel the same way. Because if this ends? I don’t think I’ll survive.