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 Sexy stud Alex Dropo is showing his beautiful butt, pretty muscled chest and finally his circumcised cock

I mean, looking back on it, (Musk Kink)

I mean, looking back on it, I was kind of ambivalent with the idea of hypnosis. I had never considered it to really be real, growing up. To me, it always seemed like a gimmick that TV and Movies used for plot twists. Looking back on it, I never considered I'd be into it today, or craving the power it gave me over others, or the power it gave them, over me.

I had a boyfriend, let's call him Alex Dropo, shortly after becoming an adult, and he was a really kinky fucker. I had barely looked into the world of kink, but this man had everything he needed to have a good time. A fuck hammock, ropes, toys, a ballgag, urinal gag, hoods, collars, and an entire assortment. Alex Dropo introduced me to a world of physical pleasure and fun... and then mentally, to Hypnosis and Subliminals. 

He's the kind of man that enjoys being dominant, but really enjoyed spicing it up often, so he wouldn't get bored with what he was doing. So after a while, he looked into mental dominance tactics, and like a sensible person, found something he liked and tried it out first. So I sat with my boyfriend, and watched as he took a trip through some Dumb Jock Hypnosis files online. The effects weren't really instant, but after a few weeks I did notice he was spending more time wearing athletic attire and in our texts, he was having fun using it as an excuse to forget grammar and just throw words down. In the moment, it was exciting, new, and unbelievably hot. That's when we started taking examples from these files he was listening to, and trying to learn how to hypnotize eachother without them.

I was the successful one first, probably because Alex Dropo was the better subject at this point, and decided to suggest to Alex Dropo that he should be cockier and more confident with his actions and words. I was trying to be helpful and give him more drive to go with his Dumb Jock persona he was building up, and it worked. After a few sessions, he was more confident, cocky, and a lot more dominant than usual.

Shortly after that though, Alex Dropo finished practicing his induction and managed to get me down, and for the first time, I got to feel myself drop and be guided to a comfortable place, and it felt invasive, but comfortable and open at the same time. I remember very clearly falling down, and then waking up as if nothing had happened.

It's worth mentioning at this point that Alex Dropo, despite being a Dumb Jock at this point, was crafty and got his way often. Earlier that day, I had complained that he smelled like a locker room, and asked him to shower, but after giving him a cocky and confident attitude, he must've come up with a plan, because when he lifted me out of that trance, I barely noticed the smell and didn't nag him about it again for the night. We played, slept, and the next day, we decided to practice again right after he got back from a workout.

So once again, I took him down and reinforced his cockiness and decided to try a trigger for the first time, so I chose one that would make him feel really dominant and want to flex. I woke him up, said the trigger, and he flexed for me and gave me a really devious grin, and told me it was my turn.

So I laid back, and let him take me down. I drifted to his words, snapping back occasionally but ultimately going down, and felt pretty blissful for most of it, and woke up again without remembering any of the suggestions, and when I did my mouth was practically watering. My eyes widened, and I gasped at him, because I realized what kinds of suggestions he was going for with me. Alex Dropo was slowly implanting the idea that I liked his musk into my brain, and by the time I realized I really didn't want to stop.

We were both tired after that session, and so we went to bed for the night, and the next morning I woke up cuddling a bit too close into him than I usually did, but shrugged it off and moved on for my day. It was a Saturday, and Alex Dropo spent the morning nagging me to try another session, so we sat down shortly after breakfast for another, and he took me down again, and I came back up feeling almost no different, but enjoyed the feeling anyways so I took him down and reinforced his suggestions as well, played with his Flexing trigger, and enjoyed a bit of a gunshow before we continued our day.

I noticed around lunch that it was hot in his apartment, and a little after that, that he was walking around shirtless. He had turned off the air conditioner, and earlier reinforced the musk suggestions, I'm pretty sure. At that point, I was feeling really needy and from the look in his eye, he knew it, so I did what any self-respecting man would do. I walked over to him, hugged him, and took a deep breath, and he grabbed the scruff of my neck and pushed it into his pit. In that moment, I was his plaything.

I would've done anything to just continue smelling Him and being dominated by his scent, and it felt like a trigger all its own in my brain. It might've been. Everything was a haze of pleasure and musk as my now Dumb Jock boyfriend led me to the bedroom and pushed me to my knees. I was kneeling before someone with total power over me, and we both knew it, and he guided me to his cock, because we both knew I was going to do anything to my nose into any musky part of his body, and blowing him would do that.

I mean, looking back on it, I was never really enthused with the idea of musk, but I worshipped this man over his. Anything is possible.

Peter Lupus nude

 Peter Lupus - Playgirl - April 1974

   Playgirl 

April 1974

Coverguy

Unknown (Not nude) photographed by Norbest Jobst

Interview

Charo by Alan Cartnal

Features

Anais Nin: Eroticism In Women

Peter Lupus: Four-Page Foldout: Our Man For April

Pap Smear: True Or False?

Flo Kennedy: Woman As Warrior

 Playgirl's Man for April

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?

Serving Slut

 Dan sat nervously at the bar. He didn't normally go to bars but he really wanted to meet someone so he thought this might be a good way. He was very handsome, lightly muscular with a great bubble butt. He was wearing jeans and a V-neck t-shirt, showing off a light dusting of chest hair. His dirty blond hair and blue eyes completed a flawless appearance. The thing is, he was so good looking guys were often too intimidated to approach him so Dan had become incredibly shy.

 

"I know this will sound cliché but can I buy you a drink, sexy?"  Dan spun around on his bar stool and came face to face with a devilishly handsome man. His name was Raphael. He was older with salt and pepper hair, and wore a stunning black suit with a red tie and pocket square and he seemed to have a very powerful aura about him. The two hit it off and talked about getting together but Dan was still really shy and too reserved to go home with a stranger. Raphael was incredibly understanding but before they parted he asked Dan if he wanted to make some extra money. He was throwing a party the next evening and needed someone to serve the guests. Dan could use the cash, plus he thought it might be a nice way to meet some new people. And, since Raphael asked im to come early and help set up he figured it would be a good chance to get to know him better.

 

He arrived early as instructed. One in the afternoon seemed a bit early for a dinner party but he didn't have anything else to do that day, so he didn't mind. Raphael greeted him at the door and let him in. They sat down together in the living room and Raphael poured Dan a drink. He started telling him about the party and what they needed to do but it was so warm in the living room and the drink seemed to go straight to Dan's head, soon Raphael's words were just droning on and on and he couldn't even make sense of them. His eyes were so tired and although he tried to stay awake the longer he struggled the sleeper he got. Finally Raphael suggested he allow himself to sleep and he drifted off.

 

He awoke as Raphael was whispering softly in his ear that the guests had arrived and he needed to start his serving duties. He felt bad that he didn't do much to help with the setup but Raphael seemed to not mind. He had a warm sexy smile as he helped Dan up off of the bed and brought him out of the bedroom and over to the bar. Dan's head was swimming. How did he get into the bedroom? The last thing he remembered was being in the living room. He seemed to recall bits and pieces of a strange dream where he was taken into a room where a couple of guys stripped him down and gave him a makeover. But the more he thought about it the more the images seemed to slip away. He didn't even have time to try and focus on it because he was immediately handed a large tray of shots to offer the guests. 

 

Passing a mirror he stopped short when he saw his reflection. Something seemed really off about it. The first thing he noticed was that his normally dirty blond hair was now platinum blond and done in a sort of well coifed messy look. He was practically naked and could tell that his lightly hairy body was now perfectly smooth with what looked like a spray on tan. He was wearing a light pink crop top with the words "SERVING SLUT" in hot pink rhinestones, and a pink lace thong, knee high pink and white striped socks with pink tennis shoes. Even his small silver hoops had been replaced with pink rhinestone earrings. Before he could take it all in he heard Raphael say "Serving Slut, my guests are thirsty". He shook his head, what was he thinking again? Oh yeah, he was checking out how hot he looked in the mirror. He wanted to be sure all the guys would be turned on by his hot body.

 

Just then a man approached him for a shot and told him how hot he looked. He blushed and giggled, and any concerns that were still plaguing his mind evaporated instantly. In fact, he couldn't really think at all, but then again he was a serving slut, he didn't need to think. He was there to serve men... and give them shots.

 

Another man came up behind him and put his hand on his ass. He rubbed his palm up and down over his smooth tanned bubble butt and his touch was like an erotic rush. It made Dan's head swim even more, which made him giggle and push his ass out even farther hoping the man would keep groping it.

 

The tray was so big he couldn't do anything about the hand on his ass even if he wanted to, but he really didn't want to. Then another man came over and started rubbing his nipple. He loved the attention and his cock strained against the material of the thong.

 

More men came over for shots and it seemed like something in the shots was making them super horny. They would gently tug on his nipples, run their hands all over his body, give him playful swats on his ass. And he was loving every second of it.

 

One man moved the back of Dan's thong aside and slipped a finger into his ass. He found it was pre-lubed so it slipped in easily. Someone asked him what was in the shots but he just giggled and said "I dunno". He was so dumb he was unable to answer any questions that weren't about him having sex. He also soon found that he was unable to say no to any advances the men made to him. Well, it's not that he couldn't say no, he just didn't want to. He loved all the attention he was getting and wanted to be the best serving slut he could be.

 

Finally, he'd given out all his shots but was too dumb to put down the tray so someone took it from him. One man was rubbing his stiff erection through his lace thong leaving long stands of pre dripping onto the floor. He was so incredibly horny and he didn't want it to end.

 

Soon the men were putting fingers in his mouth and hole so he sucked diligently and moved his hips to help get their fingers in deeper. He looked at them with a hunger, knowing if he did a good job they would replace their fingers with their raging hard cocks. Finally they did just that and entered him from both sides. He let out a long, soft moan. He was so horned up and mindfucked that he didn't even realize his normal manly voice was now really slutty and girly. The men were totally getting off on using him and he couldn't have been happier. Not only was he enjoying the sex but he was totally getting off on being of service to all these men, fulfilled by serving his purpose as a serving slut well.

 

Finally the men showered him with cum. They shot up his hole, into his mouth and covered his body with warm spunk. He was a total cumdump and he couldn't get enough.

 

Raphael sent Dan to clean up. He had a big beautiful octagonal shower with glass doors so he instructed Dan to take his time and make sure every inch of his body was clean so the men could come in and watch. And since he was such a good slut and took all those loads he was allowed to jerk off and shoot his load, as long as he put on a good show. He spent the remainder of the party naked, hanging out by Raphael's side like a lovesick puppy.

 

After the party was over Raphael put him back in his clothes. He wiped his memory of the entire eventing, but programmed him to believe all the changes in how he looked were totally natural and his own doing. He also discarded his original underwear and put him back in the cum soaked lace thong and programmed him that when he removed his clothes and saw himself in the mirror with his sexy smooth body wearing nothing but the pink lace it would trigger a response that he would begin fantasizing about how slutty it made him feel and that he would need to call Raphael before the night was through and ask to see him again.

 

As Dan drove off Raphael thought about how much fun he was going to have with him, turning him into his own permanent serving slut. 

The App

 

James was a great roommate.

Well…

James was a good roommate.

Well…

Ok, James was a roommate who reliably handed me his rent check with minimal complaining after being reminded 3 times. But he did it shirtless, and his chiseled abs made up for the complaining and reminding. He was both thick and thicc, a personal trainer to the LA stars who hadn’t quite made it yet. Like everyone in LA, James was following his dreams, his just happened to be looking like a knockoff Chris Hemsworth and getting paid to work out. His muscular frame, blond hair, and leading man jawline drew stares on the street.

 

I, Erik, met James when I moved out to LA for my first big gig as a phone app developer. I had been shamed into hitting the gym by the beautiful soon-to-be-actor waiters, and was making modest progress. James approached me and tried to recruit me as a personal training client, and it took me longer than I’d care to admit to realize he wasn’t hitting on me. But still, we ended up grabbing lunch after the gym, and quickly stumbled into being friends. The timing seemed serendipitous, because although my big LA job paid well, I had drastically underestimated how possible it was for a salad to cost over $20. I needed a roommate, and James was impulsive enough to say yes.

 

My office became a second bedroom, and my computer moved to the now cramped living room. We spent the first month figuring out how to stand each other, finding every little bad habit that made us consider the jail time for murder. James loved cooking healthy meals, but felt that dirty dishes could sit out for far too long. I liked staying up late playing video games on my computer, but James had early-bird clients at the gym.

 

James liked it colder, but I was frugal in the summers and kept turning the AC down. He retaliated by walking around the apartment shirtless, complaining about how hot he was and splashing water from the sink onto his “sizzling” abbs. This led to me popping a hastily concealed boner, and outing myself. James seemed surprised, but I noticed he subtly puffed out his chest at the attention. Turns out that James, the walking advertisement for testosterone, was “a bit bi himself”, though normally he went for chicks.

 

We’ve been friends and roommates for six months now. Sometimes our boundary as just friends has made things…hard, like when I saw his laundry and learned he works out in jockstraps, but he seems to like teasing me about my lingering stares more than anything. He’s a sucker for attention, and he takes my jealousy towards the girls he brings home as a compliment.

 

Things are fine. We’re…just friends.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

I practically threw open the door in my excitement on Friday evening, beaming like a madman. James jumped up from the couch, wearing nothing but workout shorts as usual. God it was a sight to come home to.

 

“You got it?!” He guessed.

 

“You bet your sexy ass I did!” I crooned, unrolling the sleeves on my button up and loosening my tie, “You’re looking at the newest LEAD app developer at Daily Levels!”

 

“Then it’s celebration time!” James sang as he opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of ice cold soda. James rarely drank anything other than water to preserve his shredded physique, and he’d convinced me to try giving up booze to lose a few pounds. But this was a special event!

 

“No more stupid widgets for me,” I said, taking a bottle, “I’m OFFICIALLY on the team for the new habit app!”

 

James playfully grabbed my tie to pull me into a hug. “I’m so proud of you Erik!” He said, practically crushing me with his extra size. He was only 2 inches taller than me at 6’3”, but he’d proved multiple times that he could pick me up with ease. I gave him a quick squeeze back, but he made the shirtless hug last long enough that I had to think of nuns and multiplying fractions.

 

That night we ordered in and watched movies full of ripped studs playing super heroes. James broke his caloric intake for the day in my honor. I eventually stripped down to my undershirt and swapped into comfy pants. We were midway through a dramatic character death when my phone buzzed.

 

“Tell them to blow you if it’s work.” said James, but I waved him away. I wasn’t going to miss my first work message right after a big promotion.

 

In my work inbox was an email from “Controller”. I didn’t recognize the codename, but it came from our work server. The subject line just said “Proceed with caution”, but when I opened the email it was blank. Suddenly, without prompting, a progress bar popped up and my phone started downloading something.

 

“What the fuck?” I muttered, but as I tried to cancel the download a flurry of windows and applications opened and closed on my phone in the blink of an eye!

 

“Everything ok?” Asked James, leaning over.

 

“I think some dick at work sent me a virus? This must be some BS security training thing.” I stopped tapping as my phone went silent and rebooted.

 

“Need me to kick someone’s ass?” Asked James, and by god I think he meant it.

We both watched as my phone turned back on, and I checked to see if anything changed.

 

“Oh good, your Grindr’s still there.” teased James.

 

“I just have it for, you know what, never mind. And you’re one to talk, Mr. Revolving Door.”

 

“Hey, a man’s gotta eat.” Joked James, “Sometimes it’s food, sometimes it’s pussy. A few times it’s been dicks.” He nudged me with his elbow playfully and waggled his eyebrows, but I was too lost in my phone.

 

I’d found the one thing that was different, an app with a generic game controller logo named “JAMES”.

 

“Come on man, you’re scaring me” said James, “Is everything ok?”

 

“Yeah, it’s just…there’s an app on my phone with your name on it.”

 

“What?” he said in disbelief, but I showed him as he leaned over. “You HAVE to open it!”

 

“It could be a virus,” I said, but to be honest I was curious too. Thankfully I didn’t have to decide, since James reached out and tapped the icon. I snatched my phone back before he could do more.

 

“Don’t be a scared baby Erik,” jeered James, “What’s it say?”

 

I looked at the app, holding the screen away to get a look at it before him. On the screen was a simple prompt that said “Level up to unlock more!” I cleared the prompt and saw a simple interface. In the top left it said “Lvl 01” and “000/002”. Below that was a box that said “Horny” and a slider placed at 2 out of 10.

 

“This is a fucked up joke…” I said, and didn’t resist as James pulled my phone over to look. “I swear, I didn’t make this up man.”

 

James’s face scrunched in confusion. “I don’t see anything,” he said, “It’s just blank?”

 

I took the phone back, but it had the same interface for me. “For me it’s some simple game screen,” I said, “but it’s kind of fucked up. It says you’re at level 1 and there’s a slider for…for horniness.”

 

“Well what’s it say?” Asked James, grabbing his crotch, “I’m soft as a pillow under here.”

 

James laughed, and I realized how close he was to me on the couch…and how shirtless he was…

 

“It says you’re at a 2, no, a 3 now.” I said, “I’m sorry man, this is a fucked up prank or something.”

 

“You said it was a slider right?” asked James, “…can you change the number?”

 

“…I probably shouldn’t…” I shifted in my seat as my crotch started to stir.

 

James stood up. “I dare you,” he said, and put his hands on his hips, “See, barely a semi, but I won't hide it. For science! Come on, let’s see if it works!”

 

James standing in front of me talking about his cock circuited my usual defenses for looking away, and I stared at the bulge in his athletic shorts. I’d caught a few glimpses through his bedroom door when he was changing, the man wasn’t shy about closing his door, but I’d never really seen how hung he was.

 

I licked my lips. My thumb slid the “Horny” slider up.

 

“Fuck!” James said, staggering and almost falling over. I dropped my phone on the couch and jumped up to steady him.

 

“Did that hurt you?” I asked, worried.

 

“No, it…fuck I mean that feels good. Really good!” Said James, breathing heavily. “I didn’t think it would actually DO anything but, I mean…” sure enough, I could see his cock rapidly tenting his shorts. “Fuck man, looks like it’s contagious too.”

 

I let go of James and took a step back, becoming embarrassingly aware that my loose pants did little to hide my own erection. James stretched his arms overhead and moaned softly, completely nonchalant about the considerable tent in his shorts.

 

“What did you set it to?” He asked.

 

“5, out of 10”

 

“Fuck me, that’s only half way?!” James laughed, “I feel like I haven’t busted a nut in 2 days. Stop worrying about hiding your dick man, this is hot as fuck. If you weren’t at least a little hard right now I’d think you lied about me being cute.”

 

“I said that once you pr-” I stopped mid sentence, annoyed, “You know what, nevermind. You’re right, this is fun.” I reached for my phone, and my cock twitched a bit as I noticed him looking at my crotch. “You seem to like 5, how about 7?”

 

James was ready this time, and I could see as it took effect. He breathed in deep, rubbing his hands through the light blond hair on his thick pecs, fingers gently brushing his nipples. His hips swayed and thrust lightly, and I noticed precum starting to leak through the tip of his tented shorts. It was the hottest sight I’d ever seen.

 

“7 is…7 is real good…” said James with his eyes closed, the playfulness gone from his voice. He kept one hand fondling his chest, the other reaching back to grab one massive ass cheek as he kept slightly thrusting. “It would be weird to jack off right now right? Like, crossing a line as roommates and all that…”

 

“Yeah…crossing lines…” I muttered, transfixed on this barely clothed adonis, one of my closest friends, seemingly in ecstasy before me. My words broke some semblance of self control in him and he turned to me, grabbed my face and tilted my lips up to meet his as he lunged into an aggressively deep kiss. I was in heaven, my cock throbbed as it touched his through the fabric of our shorts. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, but his moved to my shoulders, to my side. One of Jame’s hands plunged straight under my shorts to grab my ass, pulling me closer to grind out cocks together. Our tongues touched.

 

I slid the Horny slider to 1.

 

James froze, and I barely dared to breathe. He slowly stepped back, confused.

 

“I’m sorry” we both said at once. I blushed.

 

“I didn’t mean to,” stammered James, lacking confidence for the first time since I’d met him, “I mean I shouldn’t have…crossed lines…”

 

Feeling like I’d stolen his bravery, I stepped towards him, gently taking his hand. I was amazed that a man’s hand could feel so strong yet so vulnerable.

 

“Change doesn’t have to be bad” I said, “You know I think you’re stunning, but living together could get…complicated.”

 

James seemed to be rubbing every brain cell in his head together. He absentmindedly rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb as I kept talking.

 

“You tease me all the fucking time,” I said, “you get me so damn horny and I’ve never tried to do anything about it. I didn’t think you wanted me to try. But this…”

 

James looked at the phone in my hand, the numbers and buttons only I could see, the Horny slider still set firmly at its lowest setting. He looked back to my hopeful eyes and I’d never felt more vulnerable. Slowly, tender this time, James leaned in and brushed his lips on mine, my eyes closed in relief. Firmly, gently, he pressed against the small of my back to bring us together, neither of us fully hard anymore. James pulled his lips away as his arms wrapped around me. My head moved to rest against his massive chest.

 

“I’m sorry for teasing you.” he whispered in my ear before letting me go and stepping back. He nodded at the phone still in my hand. “Let's not overthink this. Have a little payback, show me how horny I’ve made you.”

 

My cock throbbed back to life and I looked at the app in my hand, feeling a rush of power and control.

 

I slid the Horny level to 8 and dropped the phone on the couch.

 

James gasped as the shock rolled through his muscular body. He stretched his arms wide, muscles flexing to display just how much strength they held. His cock stirred quickly in his shorts again, and this time I took the lead.

 

My hands grabbed his biceps, I kissed his neck. He put both his hands behind his head and moaned as I tweaked his nipples, my fingers dancing across his fur coated pecs. I bent down and flicked my tongue over his right nipple, turning his moans to a whimper. I moved a hand to his waistline and slid his shorts down. My mouth moved to his for a kiss as I felt his rigid cock in my hand for the first time. 8 girthy inches of shaft, cut, dripping precum that made his thrusts slide back and forth. I stopped kissing him to glance down, and it was a sight to see. James’s cock throbbed, the slick head looked so hard, like it was about to pop.

 

James looked at me pleadingly, his hands still behind his head. I gave his cock one stroke and pulled my hand away…two…he rose up on his toes on the third.

 

“Please…” James whimpered.

 

“Ask again.” I said, stroking his cock a fourth time, slower than the last.

 

“Please.” Pleaded James again, his eyes closed, trying to thrust but my hand was just out of reach. I darted in and stroked his cock a fifth time.

 

“PLEASE let me cum Eric!” He begged! I kissed him on the mouth again, grabbing his meaty ass with one hand and rapidly stroking his cock with the other. His glutes flexed, and he roared into our locked lips as his cock erupted, shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto the front of my pants.

 

James sagged into me, resting his head on my shoulder. I held the beefy man as he breathed heavily, his energy completely spent. I lowered him slowly to the couch and kissed him on the forehead as he murmured expletives and praise.

 

I picked up my phone, almost forgotten in the heat of the moment, and checked the app. HIS app. The Horny slider was swiftly moving down. Now 6, now 5. I took off my cum drenched pants and laid naked against Jame’s muscular body on the couch. James subconsciously pulled me closer with a meaty arm. The slider on the app bottomed out at 2 and James passed out.

 

My cock hadn’t gotten to unload, but the stress of the work day and the recent excitement had left me exhausted.

 

I noticed one last thing before I closed my phone and fell asleep against my hunky roommate.