Some Alpha/Beta/Local action in the movie theater

Francis followed behind Jaime, Bruno, and Audrey for two blocks. The father/son duo stood on either side of his wife, groping her body as they pleased. While Audrey accepted both of their attentions without complaint, she seemed especially enthusiastic about the younger man's touch.

Must be more of those damn Alpha ****, Francis thought, sticking his hands in his pockets. There was a box of condoms stuffed into each one: he had tried to go back and return them, but Bruno had refused to let him go. Fuck me sideways, what have I gotten us into... We could be in real trouble, here. I hope Jimmy starts missing his mother's pussy soon--Maybe he'll come looking for us?

Jaime's hand was slowly pulling up the hem of Audrey's dress, exposing her bright-red underwear to all the passersby--Not that they took much notice. After all, she was hardly the only woman showing some skin. Betas and Locals were being used left and right: compared to the modded-up bimbos, cum-slathered relatives, and literal slavegirls walking (or crawling) by, Audrey's outfit was downright conservative.

Just when Francis thought the boy might rip off his wife's underwear and go to town in the middle of the sidewalk, they arrived at the movie theater.

Bruno paid for their tickets... Or his and his son's, anyway. There was no charge for Francis and Audrey: "Just a couple Locals to warm our cocks," Bruno explained, and the snot-nosed teen at the cash register let them through.

Whether that was an actual rule or just another case of a Local deferring to an Alpha, Francis couldn't tell. Only a few feet away, the cashier's buxom blonde coworker was being bent over the counter while another customer pushed his disturbingly-thick cock into her asshole.

While they lined up to enter the theater, Jaime started making out with Audrey. Unable to watch his wife getting frenched by a boy half her age, Francis turned to the lineup beside them... Only to get an eyeful of another depraved scene.

A young Local couple was waiting, dressed to the nines. Judging by their age, outfits, and general nervousness, Francis guessed it was a first date... And one that was going quite well. Timidly, the boy reached out to hold the girl's hand--

--And was cut off as a much larger man barged between them.

"'S'cuse me," the newcomer grunted. The heavyset young man, whose necklace marked him as an Alpha, **** the skinnier boy aside by his mere presence. Dropping his pants, he gave his dick a few strokes. It wasn't huge, at least by Alpha standards... But it sure was wet, and a constant stream of pre-cum trickled from the tip.

"Here, take these," the stranger continued, shoving his damp-looking pants into the Local boy's hands (nearly causing him to drop the large soda he was carrying). Then he slapped his member against the girl's thigh, and gestured for her to get on her knees.

"Oh, um, sure," she giggled nervously, pulling her dress above her knees so it wouldn't touch the sticky-looking floor. "Do you want me to--Mmph! Glph..."

"Oooh, fuck... That's better," the Alpha moaned, giving the girl's date a glance as he worked his shaft into her throat. "I'm pissing pre-cum, over here. Too much Androgel."

"Uh, yeah, that's... Rough," the boy replied, trying to look sympathetic as his would-be girlfriend swallowed again and again, her neck bulging with a steady stream of goo. Her eyes were rolling back, but she put a hand on the Alpha's thigh to steady herself.

"I'm just gonna stay sheathed for a while," the Alpha grunted, starting to shuffle forward as the line moved. The girl tried to shuffle with him, a trickle of clear fluid splattering from her stretched lips as she did her best to knee-walk backwards. Her date followed awkwardly, his gaze lowered in shame... Or maybe he was just staring at her breasts, given that the steady flow of liquid was turning her top transparent.

Speaking of "liquid," the Alpha reached over and plucked the soda out of the Local boy's hands.

"Gotta hydrate," he said, slurping half of it down while still thrusting his hips. "Shit, wait, I'm gonna be dribbling all movie... Guess we're sitting together, guys!"

The two lines continued moving, and soon Francis was entering the theatre behind Bruno, Jamie, and Audrey. The former two were rooting around in Bruno's large shopping bag. Just as they reached their seats, Jamie popped up with some glittering red cloth in his hands and a grin on his face.

"My favorite character," he said, holding it up for Francis and Audrey to see. It was a cosplay outfit, consisting of a thin, bedazzled, incredibly-skimpy red dress. "Try it on!"

As the three men sat down, Audrey pulled off her sun dress without complaint. But as she reached for the outfit, Bruno waggled his finger. "No room for underwear, my dear."

Francis gulped as he watched his wife get nude in the middle of the theatre. The lights weren't off yet, and dozens of people saw her trying to struggle into the costume... Including Jamie, who was masturbating openly to the sight of the MILF's jiggling assets. Soon Audrey was "clothed" again, but it didn't hide much: the slit running up the dress exposed one leg and half of the other, while her breasts strained against the low-cut bustline.

"I can't wait anymore, I can't--I need--" Jaime was stammering almost as quickly as he was jacking off, and he paused to lick his lips as his hand flew up and down his rock-hard erection. "Suck me, Bonita."

There was only a split-second's hesitation before Audrey knelt down on the theater floor. Francis watched closely, wanting--No, needing--To know just how enthusiastically his wife would take the young man's penis into her mouth...

...But before she had a chance, Jaime grabbed her head with both hands and rammed himself balls-deep into the MILF's throat.

"Guuuh! Vuh... V-vaya..." He immediately began pumping his shaft between Audrey's lips, dragging her head back and forth like a fleshlight. He ignored her gagging, along with the saliva splattering down onto his crotch, her cleavage, and the floor.

Just then, the auditorium was filled with noise as the pre-show began. For once Francis was glad of the obnoxious music: it covered up the GACK, GACK, GACK of his wife's throat being violated, and the SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT of gooey spit and pre-cum as it soiled everything within a couple feet of the boy's crotch... Including the left leg of Francis's pants.

Speaking of those pants, he soon noticed them growing tighter. Despite spending most of the morning jizzing on the floor while licking his son's balls, Francis was fully erect.

"Ah! I forgot the popcorn," Bruno piped up, rising to his feet suddenly. "We can sneak in as many snacks as we like, but without the popcorn..." With that, he ruffled his son's hair and made for the exit.

"One for the Locals, too," Jaime called after him, before grabbing Audrey's head and holding her balls-deep for several seconds. "...Uuungh... Bueno..."

After a few more reckless pumps, the boy glanced over at Francis. "Do you know why I get you popcorn?"

"Huh? Um... N-no..."

"You will see," Jaime replied with a lopsided grin. "Mmm... I always have wanted to own some Americans. Your wife, so beautiful... Hngh..."

"Thank you." The words slipped out of Francis's mouth, before he looked away and cringed.

Shit, am I really going to treat this boy like he's my boss, or something? I mean, I guess he IS right now, but still... What the fuck is happening to me? To us?