In play and performance

The ‘box’ containing the best seats in the theatre was bigger than three double rooms in the Homes that Jesse and Lizzy had been raised in. It was lavishly furnished with an array of sofas and lounging chairs, allowing guests to relax and enjoy the show in whichever position they might feel most comfortable… and joined by as many of their favourite pets as they might desire. The place even came with two pretty, naked serving toys of its own: one male, one female. Who proudly revealed that they had been the supporting stars of a previous production, sold on once the play had run its course. They were more than happy to run back and forth collecting drinks and food orders for the rich socialites and their rented guests, and simply stood demurely to one side whenever they weren’t required.

Jesse and Lizzy ended up secure in the laps of the two men who owned them this evening, their expensive dresses of course designed specifically to allow such arrangements. There was a period of lively bouncing while the rest of the audience found their seats and a live orchestra warmed itself up. Lizzy seemed to have seen all this before, so was concentrating more on giving her husband-to-be the best fucking she could. But her sissy companion was wide-eyed and awestruck by the wide open view before them and the way every sound seemed to be picked up and reverberate back down from the rafters. The gasps and moans of a hundred or so other human fucktoys, keeping their impatient masters entertained, sounded like they could all actually be right next to her. It was a trick nearly as impressive as a sky made from screens, or ocean waves brought by machines… but utilising technology far less modern.

Once the lights were dimmed, the noise died down though. The slutwives and their ilk all around the wide room, were expected to sit back upon the cocks buried inside them and keep their voices and movements to a minimum. Of course, it wasn’t even considered that they stop being fucked completely… Only that such erotic actions were achieved as quietly as possible, on principles of politeness. The curtains arose upon a scene of regal opulence and actors young and old, began booming out their lines. Lizzy passed her friend a pair of tiny binoculars, which could be used to digitally zoom in on the action near limitlessly. They even allowed one to bring up all manner of details about the play and performers, including where they’d been trained and how available they were for hire outside of theatrical scheduling. Jesse guessed the top-most theatre companies must have a business model fairly similar to Stanfield’s Academy. No-one put themselves out in public view in this world without knowing someone would demand to touch them too.

The play began as it very much expected to continue: with the two, young actors who took the central roles in this tangled story… being caught in the throes of lovemaking. Jesse was not entirely surprised that all the, many, sex scenes within the tale were played out with genuine penetrations and only ended when the protagonists had been cum heavily on, or in. There was some evidence of them being cleaned up a bit, during scene or costume changes. But it was also plain to see that both of them, teens about his age, were gradually becoming drenched in sweat and ever more red-faced. The trainee slutwife was quite used to long-hauls of arousal and invasion after invasion by now… but even she was impressed by the pair’s poise and stamina. She didn’t think she’d be able to come up with all the right lines on cue if she was being bowled over by the 14th cock in a row. Even while sat here bouncing, with a girthy slab of meat buried in her own ass… watching this gangbang-with-a-plot made her feel a little sore just from empathy. Whoever had written this thing had apparently been determined not to allow the protagonists a single break. Other characters simply gave out their lines while the stars were still being fucked in the background. Making the whole thing seem as much a display of athletic abilities as it was one of cultured creativity.