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It was a little lucky that the theater wasn't packed full of people, though there were still enough in the theater to give Armaseth a thrill, however, he didn't even bother to look at them. No, his focus was more on his current company. He has both of his Bishops and Rooks of his new superhero team of nano-augmented dinosaur men with him.

Armaseth was dressed in loose denim shorts and a red tank top. On his right was a pterodactyl dressed in a low-cut v-neck pink blouse, which did expose a good amount of his pecs, and purple mini skirt that had trouble hiding his ample posterior. To the king's left was an equally imposing brachiosaurus. He was dressed in denim shirts as well, with a long-sleeved shirt clinging tightly to his muscular body.

Flanking the group were two more dinosaur men: a mosasaur and triceratops. The mosasaur was dressed in a long brown trench coat, leaving only the boots on his feet visible. The triceratops was dressed in a bright grey shirt with denim shorts as well. Altogether the group turned heads because they were dinosaurs, they had been recognized from the news, or perhaps just because of their size.

Luckily, the movie being shown was more interesting to the patrons inside the cool room. So interesting, in fact, that no one saw the mosa slip from his seat down onto his back on the ground. He had taken off the shoes of the other dinosaur males and opened his trench coat to reveal his very naked body. The muscular mosasaur felt four sets of feet press down onto different parts of his body.

The pterodactyl's feet were thin and shapely, rubbing against the mosa's head and mouth, while the larger feet of the brachiosaur were pressed down on his chest, his toes curling and pressing into thick scaled pecs and kneading the muscles. Armaseth just smiled as he pressed his own feet down onto the mosa's body, one grinding against his rock-hard abs while the other was pressing down against his crotch, toes and talons rubbing against the thick cock and heavy balls there.

Lastly, The triceratops was also rubbing his feet against the mosa's balls while also stepping on his thighs and knees, the feeling of those big, strong legs twitching under his feet aroused him, but the nano-machines composing his body controlled his pleasure. In fact, all the dinosaurs were feeling this same pleasure, because Armaseth was feeling aroused and controlling the reactions of the others remotely.

The nano-machines gave him complete control over his own and their bodies. However, he was able to let them move on their own. Armaseth glanced over at the brachiosaur's crotch, seeing a big bulge and hearing him groan.

"Open your pants."

The brachiosaurus was suddenly nervous, looking around to see if any of the other patrons might see them. His head suddenly turned back towards the screen, and he knew that Seth had made it happen. Seth was in control, and he was still upset about it, but there was literally nothing he could do to change his situation. There was only one choice... give Seth what he wanted. The button popped free and he unzipped his pants, the metal of the zipper scraping against the metal chastity cage that contained the brachiosaurus' massive cock.

Seeing the studly brachio all caged up made the pterodactyl giggle, the effeminate dinosaur rubbing the big, pent up balls, "Wow! They're so big! I bet you want to get off so bad!"

Armaseth grinned at the verbal teasing, deciding to add some physical teasing as well. "Oh yeah, he does. I can feel it." Seth grabbed the cage, stroking his hands over the metal. This gave the housed cock the soft tugging sensations of the strokes without the pleasure of a real touch. He groaned and Seth smirked, "Keep it down, or I'll edge you until we get home."

The brachiosaurus, known to the group as Bishop 1, bit his lower lip and tried to stop his moans.

"Good bitch,." Seth expressed with a flat tone. He leaned forward and looked around the brachiosaurus' barrel chest at the pterodactyl, "Come sit on Daddy's lap."

The four men all in unison lifted their feet, allowing the naked mosasaur to slide himself down the aisle a little. Seth, Bishop 1, and Rook 2 all put their feet back down onto the body on the floor. The pterodactyl, or Rook 1, stood up careful not to block the movie screen too much and stepped onto the prone mosasaur. The sheer size of the mosasaur, aka Bishop 2, meant that the small and nimble pterodactyl didn't weigh much even as he walked on him.

Lifting his purple skirt, the femmy dino showed off his black panties, tightly wrapped around his shapely ass. With deft movements, he slid the panties off and let them fall onto the mosa's face. Rook 1 turned his head to line himself up and sat down on a crotch he knew was naked already. Seth rarely ever wore real clothes outside, choosing instead to use his nano-machines to create what clothing he wanted to cover his body.

"Oooooh..." Rook 1 moaned out, but clamped his beak shut as the thick cock of his Daddy Rex entered his naturally lubricated backside. The penetration was easy, but his anal ring was kept tight, making him shudder as he pushed himself all the way down that thick cock. He craved the girth and weight of that meaty monster inside him, his belly bulging a bit when he felt his butt meet the tyrannosaur's crotch.

For a moment, Armaseth held the femboy on his jilted crotch, loving the tight warmth gripping his monster cock. He knew that this probably would earn them a few looks, but to others it just looks like a cute girl sitting on his lap. I mean, they were still dinosaurs, which would earn them strange glances anyway. He shrugged off his anxieties and decided to indulge himself.

A black tendril of nano-machines had collected the dropped panties and lifted them into Seth's hand. He moved the hand in front of the triceratops, aka Rook 2, and ordered with a sly smirk, "Hold these."

Rook 2 lifted his large hands, but felt them immediately get pulled back down to his waist. "Not with your hands."

There was a mild storm of confusion until Rook 2's mouth was opened, obeying the remote commands of the tyrannosaurus. Before he could say anything, he tasted the warm fabric being pushed into his mouth. Rook 2 tasted the precum soaked into the fabric and tried to spit out the panties, but his mouth closed around them.

"Be a good laundry basket, now, okay?"

The triceratops blushed, but growled, unable to do anything but follow the order. His tongue moved against the fabric, tasting the pterodactyl's salty precum. The fact that he was made to do this publicly was a new thrill, one that aroused him more than he expected and the denim shorts he chose to wear that day were getting tighter the longer he was forced to hold those panties in his mouth.

"Good boy," Seth teased with rumbling approval, his fingers quickly undoing the fasteners on the shorts and slipping into the underwear underneath. "Sit still." Seth watched through a side- eyed glance as Rook 2 wiggled in the theater chair while getting his cock stroked.

All the pleasures he was indulging in brought a wide smile to Armaseth's face. The sissy femboy pterodactyl was busy bouncing on his lap, using his thick sexy thighs and butt cheeks to silently milk his cock. He had to stifle more than a few moans while humiliating the caged brachiosaurus and gagged triceratops, and pressing his feet down onto the buff, muscular body of the mosasaur beneath them. All these kinky activities were made even more arousing with the risk of being seen and caught.

More people entered the theater and for a moment Armaseth felt a real sense of panic. He forced all the dinosaurs to look forward, except for the prone foot stool, who was silenced by a large foot pressed into his mouth, the brachiosaurus smiled despite himself feeling the tongue tickling his toes. Once the people sat down and settled into their seats, the dinosaurs relaxed. Seth, grinning after his panic was subdued, by a reinvigorated wave of hot lust.

Rook 1, still riding the daddy rex's cock, handed the bigger male a drink. "You look thirsty, Daddy. Have a drink."

Knowing instantly what the drink would lead to, Armaseth took it and gulped the refreshing liquid down in one big gulp, the tasty soda was crisp on his tongue for a moment before it was swallowed down. The intense pressure of the nimble pterodactyl's body was pushing him towards his sexual peak at a rate that he was used to, but it still impressed him.

"Fuck, I love your ass."

"Th-thank you, D-Daddy," Rook 1 whispered, while stroking his cock through his skirt. He was carefully trying to avoid yelling as the thick cock pushed all the right buttons within him.

"Dammit!" Bishop 1 was in bad shape, his pathetically caged cock was oozing precum slowly as he was forced to feel bursts of pleasure. He hunched forward in his seat, gritting his teeth and cursing that this forced edging still bothered him so much, shouldn't he have gotten used to it by now? He winced and groaned, desperately trying to stop from yelling out loudly how much he wanted to get off... or admit how much he wanted Seth to fuck him.

But for Seth, it was much more amusing watching him squirm, desperate for a release that would never come unless he willed it. However, having others with them that could get off made the brachiosaurus' sexual tortures even more fun for the kinky leader. He grinned widely as the mosasaur moaned against the foot in his mouth, his cock throbbing as cum shot up onto Seth's leg and foot. He looked at the brachiosaurus who whined, but growled and kept humping in a futile attempt to get off.

Due to the nano-machines that made up every cell in their bodies, Seth could control every part of them. A command was sent and the cum that was spilled moved on its own, splitting into three oozing puddles. Each puddle found its way to the mouth of each of the dinosaur subs, with Seth giving an approving smile. The cum slipped past the silky barricade in the triceratops' mouth, forcing him to swallow the cum but not the fabric.

The risky kinky behavior brought a deep rumbling moan from deep in Seth's chest, conveniently covered by a loud explosion from the movie. Teasing the caged brachiosaurus, listening to the gagged triceratops, and feeling the pterodactyl bouncing and clenching on his cock all pushed him towards the edge of what his body could withstand. He leaned in close to the pterodactyl's ear hole, whispering to him, "I'm close, my sissy little slut. You better not spill a drop."

"Y-yes master." Rook 1 quietly replied, obediently pushing his stretched hungry hole all the way down. The thick throbbing tyrannosaur cock filling him completely and making his belly bulge.

Armaseth reached a hand around and rubbed that bulge, grinning with pride. He watched and felt the pterodactyl squirm as he orgasmed without expelling cum. It would leave too much of a mess. He knew it would be easy to simply move the cum as he had done before, but not allowing the effeminate pterodactyl to have his juicy orgasm was more fun.

The tightening in his lower back and balls announced the arrival of his own orgasm, which Armaseth joyously pumped into the thirsty hole milking him. The belly bulge he was rubbing got a bit larger, while filling up with warm cum his spasming cock deposited there. He grinned as he saw the pterodactyl clamp his hands over his beak to stop his moans from slipping out. He glanced over to the brachiosaurus and saw the big male squirming and groaning in hot frustration as he was continually teased while not being able to get hard.

It was Seth's enjoyment of their individual torments that was perpetrating said torments. The more they resisted the harder Seth pushed them into the humiliation. He sent an order to the pterodactyl's body, feeling the sissy femboy pull himself up off the thick tyrannosaur cock. The wet slurp of his slick cock getting extracted from the stretched hole was again covered by the sounds of the movie.

With the big meaty cock no longer in his ass, Rook 1 gave a relieved moan, but already craved feeling it inside him again. He sat back further onto the black lap of his master tyrannosaur. His cock looked absolutely tiny compared to the one that was glistening under the theater lights. A new pressure made itself known in his lower body and he blushed furiously into a grin. He didn't need to be told what was about to happen, his body was reacting to commands that Seth was feeding it.

"Oh, wow, I've got to pee." Rook 1 whispered.

Armaseth turned towards the triceratops, pulling the panties from his mouth, "You heard him, toilet. Drink it up."

There was no chance of him refusing, but as the triceratops carefully slipped out of his seat he didn't want to say no. He was getting used to his role as the team's toy, an item, an object to be used for whatever they wanted at the time. He knelt on top of the mosasaur who was still naked on the floor. The larger male only grunted but easily withstood the added weight on his belly.

Rook 1 watched with glee as his cock was enveloped by the strong jaw of the triceratops. Feeling the eager tongue on his cock and the suction from the strong throat gave all the permission he needed. The relief of releasing his bladder made the effeminate pterodactyl lean back onto Seth's shoulder, quietly sighing.

The tart tang of hot piss filled Rook 2's mouth and throat as he swallowed it down. He kept his hands to his sides, acting like a good urinal would, no restraints necessary.

Armaseth watched the show with malicious glee, thoroughly enjoying the games he got to play with his boys. He kissed the neck of the satisfied pterodactyl, moaning himself as his own bladder began to beg for release. He sent a command to the triceratops's body, forcing him to open his mouth wider. Seth just shoved his cock into the occupied mouth and unleashed his own yellow stream.

"Drink it up, slut." He whispered with a hiss in his voice that carried his barely contained arousal. He was fighting so hard not to just start fucking these sexy sluts like he owned them! But that wouldn't present the best image of his superhero team... not that topping a giant squirrel was any better than getting caught fucking in a movie theater.

Still he enjoyed the simple act of peeing into the thirsty triceratops' mouth, feeling the smaller pterodactyl cock rubbing against his own. The last bits of piss were sucked out of his cock and he sighed into a smile as he allowed Rook 2 to pull off the cocks and lick them clean.

"Good boy. All of you." Sparring a glance at the still very pent up brachiosaurus, Seth offered a smile, "You've held up well and kept quiet. So, when we get home, I'll let you cum."

The triceratops got back into his seat, helping the mosasaur up off the floor to take the seat next to him. The group settled in to enjoy the rest of the movie, with the poor brachiosaurus having to hide his frustrated moans inside the loud sounds the movie offered. Seth giggled every time this happened and began to think about how to properly reward thieve boys for not only indulging his fantasies, but doing so without getting caught.

"Good boys deserve good rewards, after all."

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