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 Peter Lupus - Playgirl - April 1974

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April 1974

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Peter Lupus

 Peter Lupus (born June 17, 1932, Indianapolis, Indiana) is an American bodybuilder and actor of Greek ancestry. He attended the Jordan College of Fine Arts at Butler University, where he also played football and basketball, graduating in 1954. He and his wife, Sharon, have a son, Peter Lupus III, who is also an actor.

 Standing 6 feet 4 inches (193 cm) with a developed physique, Lupus earned the titles of Mr. Indianapolis, Mr. Indiana, Mr. Hercules and Mr. International Health Physique. Lupus was one of many bodybuilders who followed Steve Reeves into the sword and sandal films of the late 1950s and early 1960s, occasionally credited as Rock Stevens for such films as Hercules and the Tyrants of Babylon and Muscle Beach Party where he starred as "Mr. Galaxy" Flex Martian.

 Lupus is best remembered for the role of Willy Armitage on the original Mission: Impossible television series in the 1960s. Armitage was the Impossible Missions Force's muscle man, featured in nearly all episodes of the series. He initially played the strong, silent type, usually with very little dialogue. Late in the show's run during season five, the producers decided his character was superfluous and he was dropped to recurring status, appearing in a little over half of that season's episodes. Fan outcry and the lack of success in finding a replacement for his character resulted in his return to regular status the following season and getting a greater role in the stories, often assuming roles as a convict or thug. Only Lupus and Greg Morris sustained a regular role through the show's entire run, although Morris appeared in more episodes.

 Other television work included a guest spot as Tarzan on Jack Benny's television show, a boxer with a glass jaw on The Joey Bishop Show, a caveman on an episode of Fantasy Island, and the recurring role of Detective Norberg on the short-lived sitcom Police Squad!.

 Lupus was as one of the first well-known male actors to pose with full frontal nudity for Playgirl magazine, in April 1974. Photographs of Lupus would appear in a number of issues. Before this he was hired by the US Army to appear in a series of commercials playing the role of Superman with the permission of what is now DC Comics). He appeared for many months until the Playgirl pictorial was published.

 

 

 The nutrition company Peter Lupus ran that was based in Scottsdale, Arizona went out of business in late October 2007.

 On July 19, 2007, at age 75, Lupus set a world weightlifting endurance record by lifting 77,560 pounds over the course of 24 minutes, 50 seconds at the Spectrum Club in El Segundo, California.] This topped the record Lupus set five years earlier in celebration of his 70th birthday.

Lupus has been a member of Sheriff Joe Arpaio's volunteer posse in Arizona.

Vacation

21 year old Peter Lupus waved to his father as he passed through the security detail at the Airport. When he could no longer see his son, Peter Lupus’s father, breathed a sigh of relief. Peter Lupus’s father had always discouraged him from traveling out of the country. But after that little problem that Peter Lupus had caused a while back, something had to be done quickly. So when Peter Lupus’s father heard that the Parents of two of Peter Lupus’s friends had arranged a month-long trip to Italy; for their sons Barclay and Dyson. Peter Lupus’s father had finally relented, and said that Peter Lupus could travel out of the country.

The next day having arrived in Italy Peter Lupus stood on the balcony of the room he shared with his two friends at the hotel, and looked out upon the Italian shoreline, and the beach, where the locals and tourists alike soaked up the Mediterranean sun and swum in the Mediterranean Sea. Even thou this vacation was meant to keep Peter Lupus in some sort of line; Peter Lupus had vowed that while here his bed would not be empty, and he would take whatever steps were necessary, so that he would have as much pussy as he wanted. Peter Lupus turned and walked back into the hotel room.

Later that morning, after Peter Lupus, Barclay and Dyson had busted a nut while taking a shower: the three friends’ donned pairs of speedos, tight body hugging T-shirts, shades and flip-flops, and then headed for the beach. As Peter Lupus and his two friends walked onto the beach, locals and tourists alike ogled the three young studs. The three jock’s junk filled the baskets of their speedos to bursting point. After walking along the beach for a few minutes, Peter Lupus found some empty beach chairs; Peter Lupus, Barclay and Dyson stripped off their tight T-shirts and reclined on the chairs soaking up the Mediterranean sun.

After a couple of hours, Dyson looked round, both Peter Lupus and Barclay were gone from their beach chairs. Looking around some more Dyson saw Barclay swimming in the sea; and leading away from the beach chairs were some footprints. Getting up Dyson followed the footprints; after a few minutes’ walk Dyson came upon a sort or rocky cove. In which stood Peter Lupus, a woman knelt in front of Peter Lupus; as Dyson watched the woman reached up and pulled Peter Lupus’s speedos down.

Peter Lupus’s erection popped out before the kneeling woman’s mouth. Without being told, the woman smiled and then she wrapped her lips around Peter Lupus’s thick, bulbous head and sucked upon Peter Lupus’s cock. Peter Lupus leaned his head back on the rock behind him as he enjoyed the woman’s warm, wet mouth. It wasn’t long before Peter Lupus fed the woman his Man-juice. Peter Lupus moaned, as he blew his wad down the woman’s throat. Cum spilled from the sides of the woman’s mouth. Dyson smiled at what he saw; he turned and moved quietly away as the woman started her second blow-job on Peter Lupus.

The day draw on; Peter Lupus returned a smile on his face, his semi-hard cock could clearly be seen through his tight speedos. In the late afternoon the three friends decided to return to their room, shower, and get ready for a night of drinking and pussy pounding! As the three friends made their way back to their hotel none of them were a where that during the whole time on the beach; they had been watch.

Peter Lupus came out of his room into the living area of their room: he could hear the shower running in his friends bathrooms. One of the showers stopped and a few moments later, Barclay came out of his room, wet and naked, his cock semi-hard. He stopped and looked at Peter Lupus, who was dressed in a tight T-shirt, a pair of cut down shorts and flip-flops; his shades were pushed up on his head. “I see Mr. Pussy man is ready to go!” Barclay said. Peter Lupus gave Barclay the finger as he moved towards the door.

“When you two losers are ready.” He said loudly so Dyson could hear over his shower, “I’ll be in the bar down stair. But don’t take too long, if some pussy comes my way, I won’t be there waiting for you!” Peter Lupus left the room slamming the door behind him. Dyson came out of his room, with a towel around his waist. Barclay did not say anything he turned and walked back into his room. Dyson was about to return to his room when there was a knock on the door.

Thinking that it was Peter Lupus, Dyson opened the door; “Who … the …fuck.” Dyson never finished his sentence, Barclay step out of his room, “What…the.” Like Dyson, Barclay never finished his sentence, either.

Peter Lupus stumbled along the silent, empty street back to his hotel; it was still early in the morning, the sun was not above the roofs of any of the building. Peter Lupus had had more pussy in the last night than he would have had in a month back home. As he neared his hotel, Peter Lupus wondered where his friends were, they had not shown up in the bar before he had left. Thinking that they must have got lucky before they reached the bar Peter Lupus entered the hotel.

But, the guy on the desk had told Peter Lupus that his friends had not left their room. Thinking that this was odd, Peter Lupus stumbled into the dining room to have some Bacon & Eggs for Breakfast; before returning to his room to find out what had happed to his friends.

After having Breakfast, Peter Lupus went up to the room he shared with his two friends. Peter Lupus opened the door of his hotel room. As he entered the room, he found a naked man sitting on the couch in the living area. The white couch accented the man’s dark, lean, athletic body, the man’s posture highlighted his smooth, ripped physique. ‘This naked man looked Italian, a local, but I haven’t seen him on the beach.’ Thought Peter Lupus, ‘But that wasn’t the point, this guy should not be here. Naked in my Hotel room’ Peter Lupus walked into the room closing the door behind him.

“Who the fuck are you?” Peter Lupus demanded loudly. The naked Italian did not move. Peter Lupus stood there seething at the arrogance of the naked Italian. “Did you hear me, asshole? I said who the fuck are you. And also where are my friends?” The naked Italian turned to face Peter Lupus from behind his back the man pulled out one of his hands, in it was a crystal on a leather cord. The man half rose from the couch, he smiled at Peter Lupus, and set the crystal spinning and swinging on its leather cord. At once Peter Lupus’s eyes were locked on the crystal; his free-will slowly slipped from his mind.

“What . . . the . . .fuck . . .?”, Peter Lupus slurred after several minutes of looking at the crystal. “Shut the fuck up.” The naked Italian said.

Peter Lupus’s voice cut off. He tried to speak, but could not. “Damn! You jocks are obnoxious.” Said the naked Italian as he rose from the couch, still spinning and swinging the crystal. Peter Lupus could not help himself, he moved towards the man. The naked Italian snapped his finger, Peter Lupus frozen in place.

The naked Italian stood in front of Peter Lupus. “My name is not important.” The naked Italian said, “But, now let’s see your goods!” Still watching the crystal, Peter Lupus stripped out of his clothes. Peter Lupus suddenly found himself naked and frozen. “Nice.” The naked Italian said, walking around Peter Lupus. “Look at the T.V. Boy!” He said Peter Lupus turned slightly so he could look at the wide screen T.V. The naked Italian picked up the T.V remote, and pushed a button.

The T.V sprung to life, a loop recording of the crystal appeared on the screen, Peter Lupus’s eyes locked onto the screen, the naked Italian stopped the crystal on the leather cord, and put it on a table to one side of the T.V. The naked Italian moved nearer to Peter Lupus and caressed his taut, lean frame. “I saw you on the beach.” The naked Italian traced his finger between Peter Lupus’s ass crack. “I’ve seen that tight ass of ours in those tailored speedos of yours.” The naked Italian slid his finger into Peter Lupus’s whole, Peter Lupus’s eyes popped wide open.

“You were asking about your two friend, well I took care of your friends. I fucked the two of them silly. Taught them some things for they continued stay in my country.” The naked Italian wet two of his fingers and shoved the two fingers into Peter Lupus’s hole. The anger and pain in Peter Lupus’s eyes exploded. The naked Italian pulled his fingers out of Peter Lupus’s ass, he then stood, but to one side, in front of Peter Lupus so he could still kook at the screen, and he said, “Take your hand and stroke my cock.” Peter Lupus’s hand moved towards the naked Italian’s cock, but then stopped, Peter Lupus was not going to budge another inch

“Really, Peter Lupus?” The naked Italian said as he moved behind Peter Lupus.

“What the fuck?” Peter Lupus shouted. “It’s called a penis vibrating butt plug. The ridges of the butt plug will tickle your insides, and rub your Prostate.” After a few second Peter Lupus lifted his hand, and started stroking the naked Italian’s cock. The naked Italian enjoyed Peter Lupus’s touch. Soon, the naked Italian’s cock had reached its full potential, 10 inches. The naked Italian clicked his finger. Peter Lupus fell to his knees, his mouth directly facing the naked Italian’s 10 inch hard cock.

“Suck it.” The naked Italian ordered, Peter Lupus shook his head, “Oh, Peter Lupus, really?” The naked Italian said, as he pushed a button on another remote that was now in his hand. Peter Lupus’s screamed, as the butt plug grew and wiggled into his ass, it awakened Peter Lupus’s prostate. As Peter Lupus screamed, the naked Italian shoved his cock down Peter Lupus’s throat and said, “Suck it. I’m sure you can learn the skills of cock-sucking.” Peter Lupus kept his lips on the naked Italian’s cock, bobbing his head back and forth upon the monster, veined and gnarly cock.

“Keep sucking, Peter Lupus. Make me happy.” Peter Lupus had no choice, the crystal control him. The naked Italian made sure that Peter Lupus’s thick lips, and velvet tongue and warm, wet mouth massaged his cock to climax. When the naked Italian felt his surge of cum ready to explode, he pulled his cock out of Peter Lupus’s mouth and sprayed white creamy Cum upon Peter Lupus’s chest, and face. “Good boy.” The naked Italian said, as he wiped some drips of cum off Peter Lupus’s face and fed the cum to the stunned stud. The naked Italian was now sure that Peter Lupus was now totally his control, he turned off the T.V.

“Right let’s get things moving.” The naked Italian said, “Follow me to the bedroom!” He said to Peter Lupus, leading him to one of the three double bedrooms. When Peter Lupus entered the bedroom, he found his two friends, Barclay and Dyson lying on the double bed, dazed, stunned expression upon their faces. “They’d had a good time. Several good times in fact. The two of them have been fucked senseless.” Peter Lupus looked at his two friends, and saw the dry cum around their mouths, and between the ass checks. Peter Lupus so wanted to attack the arrogant young man, but could not move, he was totally under the crystals power.

“How boy, bend over the bed, next to your friends. Peter Lupus turned and bent over the bed, between Barclay and Dyson. The naked Italian stood behind Peter Lupus and slipped his cum covered fingers into Peter Lupus’s ass. “You like that boy?” The naked Italian asked. “No.”, Peter Lupus moaned.

“How’s that feel?”, the naked Italian asked. “It hurts . . .” Peter Lupus moaned, the naked Italian fingered Peter Lupus’s ass faster and faster. “How’s that feel, boy?” “Ah, fuck yes!” Peter Lupus responded enthusiastically. “Feels great, boy.” The naked Italian asked. “You want cock up your ass?”

“Yesses!”, Peter Lupus answered, the entranced stud could only mumble in reply. The naked Italian walked around the bed and waved his monster cock near Peter Lupus’s mouth. The now cock hungry Peter Lupus swallowed the naked Italian’s cock. “Lick slowly, from the head to my balls. Got that!” “Fuck yes!”, Peter Lupus replied, as he slid his tongue about the naked Italian’s bulbous dick head, and then down to the naked Italian’s oversized ball sack, then Peter Lupus sucked the naked Italian’s huge testicles. As Peter Lupus made his way back to the naked Italian’s cock head, the naked Italian shoved his cock down Peter Lupus’s throat came and said, “Swallow!” The naked Italian cum again, “Swallow.” The naked Italian said.

Peter Lupus swallowed both wads of Cum. The naked Italian pulled his cock out of Peter Lupus’s mouth and walked around the bed and positioned himself near Peter Lupus’s buttocks. Slowly the naked Italian pulled the plug out of Peter Lupus’s whole, Peter Lupus felt the pressure in his ass suddenly dissipated. Peter Lupus then felt a new pressure, as the naked Italian penetrated his virgin whole with his beer-can thick, monster cock. “Feel good boy?”

“Yes, sir.” Peter Lupus replied, as the tip of the naked Italian’s cock massaged his p-spot. Peter Lupus felt his cock grew hard and rubbed against his chest as he lay on the bed. Peter Lupus so wanted to stroke his cock, but could not, he had not been told he could, and also he could not at the moment move to grab his cock. The naked Italian smiled as he pounded his cock in and out of Peter Lupus’s ass. The naked Italian enjoyed Peter Lupus’s tight ass. After fifteen minutes, the naked Italian said, “Cum” Peter Lupus felt his cock explode, ounces of his cum oozed from his cock, onto the bed under him.

“Good.” The naked Italian said, as he pulled his cock out of Peter Lupus’s ass, “Turn around, and sit on the bed!” Peter Lupus turned round and sat on the edge of the bed; he now faced the naked Italian’s cock. The naked Italian shoved his cock down Peter Lupus’s throat and cum, “swallow.” The naked Italian said as he blast his goo down Peter Lupus’s throat. “Taste good boy?” “Yes, sir!” Peter Lupus answered.

The naked pushed Peter Lupus back onto the bed on his front, and fucking him in the ass a second time; this time the naked Italian shot several wads deep into Peter Lupus’s guts. The naked Italian pulled out of Peter Lupus, and rolled the zonked-out stud onto his back. The naked Italian held the crystal on its leather corn in front of Peter Lupus’s face. A flash of light burst from the crystal, and the confused stud moaned and blacked out.

Several hours later, Peter Lupus lay on the bed next to Barclay and Dyson, in a similar state, as to that that he had seem his two friends in when he had come into the bedroom with the naked Italian. However changes had been made to all three of them. The three of them had had their heads completely shaved bald. And the naked Italian had outfitted Peter Lupus and his two friends with some new gear. Leather and metal cock rings now fitted snuggly around Peter Lupus, Barclay and Dyson’s cock and balls. And penis vibrating butt-plugs had been reinserted into the guy’s ravished wholes.

“You look hot, boys.” the naked Italian said as he came back into the bedroom. Peter Lupus and his two friends just mumbled in reply. The naked Italian looked at a clock on the table by the bed, “Time to get you three ready for shipment. But before that I think my visitor is just about due!” As if on cue a marine walked into the room. Then when the marine saw Peter Lupus on the bed, the marine smiled. The naked Italian walked over to the marine and asked, “Are you satisfied with the result, Dudley?”

“Yeah. Did you make sure?” Dudley questioned “Yes. I made sure that he won’t be fucking other guy’s girlfriend just before their wedding anymore!” The naked Italian replied. “But why take the other two?” Dudley asked. “Because they not a Marine bitch like you boy.” The naked Italian replied. Dudley began to remove his uniform jacket, then his trousers and then his underwear. Finally, Dudley stood in the centre of the room, naked, cock-caged, dazed and still. “Now, Dudley, you wanted your brother out of the way after he fucked your ex-girlfriend just before your planned Wedding, which I have arranged. But there’s a price to pay: you join Peter Lupus and his friends in their new life as fuck-slaves. Now act like the little marine bitch you are!”

Dudley Cutler, an officer in the Marines for ten years, and Peter Lupus’s older brother moved over to the bed knelt before Peter Lupus and sucked his semi-hard cock. Dudley slobbered his spit on Peter Lupus’s cock, Dudley rubbed it until it was rock hard and then he swallowed Peter Lupus’s cock to the base of its shaft. Dudley then deep throated his brother’s cock and massaged the shaft of the cock with his tongue, a skill he had been taught in his many times of lust with the naked Italian.

The naked Italian sat in a chair and watched Dudley suck Peter Lupus’s cock. It had been so easy for the naked Italian to take control of Dudley: Dudley had been stationed at the local U.S Marine base about six months ago. The Marine had come across the naked Italian in a cove on the beach; while Dudley had been off base. Dudley had fallen under the naked Italian’s power very quickly. The naked Italian had always planned to sell Dudley, just like he did with all the jock he caught. But then Dudley had got the news of what Peter Lupus had done to his girlfriend.

So, instead the naked Italian had cock-caged the Marine, and allowed him to return home; but with orders that somehow he would suggest that Peter Lupus should leave the country for some time to let things quieten down. Dudley not knowing why had done just that: their father had only been too pleased at the suggestion that Dudley should take a vacation in Italy.

“Marine bitch wants that cock!” The naked Italian said, Dudley rose to his feet turned around and sat down on his brother’s erect cock. He bounced on Peter Lupus’s cock, taking every inch of the diamond-hard cock in his pussy. “Good, marine bitch.” The naked Italian rose from his seat and moved in front of Dudley, he whipped out his cock and shoving it into Dudley’s mouth. “Suck it, marine bitch.” Dudley swallowed the naked Italian’s hard cock. The naked Italian smiled as Dudley employed his skills on the naked Italian’s rod.

After many, many minutes of action, Peter Lupus could not hold out, and he blew his wad, into his brother; Peter Lupus’s jizz spilled from the crack of Dudley’s whole. The naked Italian grabbed Dudley’s head, forced his cock down Dudley’s mouth and busted a double nut down Dudley’s throat. “Swallow” the naked Italian ordered, Dudley swallowed all of the naked Italian’s Cum. “Good, marine bitch!” the naked Italian said as he pulled his cock out of Dudley’s mouth.

Four large black metal crates, like the ones used for carrying large pieces of sound equipment, had been brought into the bedroom. Four young men naked, but for the cock-cages encasing their cock, stood entranced by the crates. On the bed Dudley had joined his brother Peter Lupus; and his two friends, Barclay and Dyson. Dudley’s head had been shaved bald, and now a leather and metal cock ring fitted snuggly round his cock and balls, the cock-cage having been removed, a penis vibrating butt-plug had been inserted into the guy’s ravished whole. All four guys now had a tattoo like a Bar Code at the base of their neck.

The naked Italian came into the bedroom, he was carrying a Bar Code scanner in his hand, he walked over to the bed and scanned the tattoo Bar Code on Peter Lupus’s neck; as the red light run over the Bar Code; the scanner pinged and information flashed across the screen of the scanner. Happy with this result the naked Italian scanned the other three guys.

With a click of the naked Italian’s finger, the four naked, entranced your men sprung to life, and started loading, Peter Lupus, Dyson, Barclay and Dudley, one at a time into the large black metal crate. Once a person was in a crate, soft protective foam as padded around them on all sides. As he watched the entranced young men pack Peter Lupus and the other guys ready for shipment, the Italian naked guy wished Peter Lupus, Dyson, Barclay and Dudley all the best in their extended Vacation?