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Derek awoke one morning feeling refreshed. He hadn't felt like this in ages. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was still naked. Then the events of last night came back to him. Derek shuddered. He had really enjoyed his ordeal, no matter what his conscience told him. Derek stretched, yawning, and slowly got up. When he walked into the bathroom, he jumped.
Looking at his reflection, he had changed, not absurdly, but obvious to show that Peter's sex session with him had changed him. He had been buff before, and he hadn't gotten much bulkier, but the muscles on his body were tighter than usual. He seemed to have gotten a bit taller, and upon looking at his cock, it had grown longer by half an inch. Overall, his body seemed to have an inner glow. Derek gazed at himself in wonder, ambivalent about the changes Peter did to him.
Shrugging, Derek showered and prepared for class. His thoughts wandered to Andrew again, who was ignorant of the power he possessed. Derek's neck grew hot as he thought of Andrew's fine form, his strong gaze and unseen power. Oh Andrew... Derek shut his eyes, hoping that nothing had happened to him. Derek put on a pair of khaki shorts and a purple v-neck, donning his backpack and walking towards class. Before he left, Derek cast a protective shield to ward off rapers from his dorm room, in the hope that he would be left alone.
"...oi...OI!" Andrew whacked Derek's head with his binder, causing Derek to yell in pain. Derek shook the sleep from his eyes, still tired from last night. Derek looked at Andrew and impulsively hugged Andrew to his warm body, whispering "Andrew, are you alright? Has anything happened recently?" Andrew just looked at Derek quizzically, saying "uh, Derek? Are you alright? Why the random hug?" Derek smiled and nuzzled Andrew's hair, making him turn red and pushed Derek away.
The day progressed as usual; no one really commented on Derek's especially attractive form, but there were more girls who oggled at him. When night came, Derek received a text from Andrew, which said "Come to the gym. It's urgent." Derek's heart leapt, both at talking to Andrew and for his worry. Derek ran over to the gym, walking in and stopping at the door, panting.
Derek opened the doors and walked in. The front desk person wasn't there. Strange, thought Derek. There wasn't anyone in the gym--no noise could be heard. The basketball courts were empty, the badminton rooms were quiet, and most lights were turned off. The workout room, however, was lit. Derek walked silently towards it, entering the room. Derek immediately saw Andrew, who was bound to a weight-lifting machine by rope, his head down and beaten.
"Andrew! ANDREW! Are you alright!? What happened?" Derek shouted as he ran over to his friend. Andrew lifted his head and looked at Derek, opening his eyes. Derek flinched. In Andrew's right eye, a red bird symbol was glowing on the iris--illuminati. "Illuminati," Derek whispered. Andrew replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes. Illuminati. Your friend Peter kidnapped me and told me of my power. That's when I realized I could use it. And then--" Andrew was cut off as Peter materialized and hit Andrew on his back, making Andrew pass out.
"I'll explain things. I brought Andrew here to lure you here. I know you would be more cautious after last night. The Order of Rapers told me to start milking you for your semen as frequently as possible, as I shared some of your milk with the Raper Gods. They found it too powerful and delectable, so now they want more. They also told me that I was to use any means necessary to milk you. So I had to resort to using Andrew, and by death threats, he used his illuminati to clear out this gym and leave it empty for the night. Now, come here, Derek," Peter drawled.
Derek gulped and shifted back a few steps, to which Peter raised his eyebrows and said, "Derek, I guess you want me to get kinky. I'm going to milk you several times tonight, so why don't we just get started?"
Peter placed his hand on Andrew's head, muttering a few words, and transported Andrew back to his room. Derek gasped, and Peter said "You'll obey me, or I'll do horrid things to him. Now come over here, and we can start the fun." Derek shut eyes tightly, knowing that he had to follow Peter's commands, or else risk Andrew's life from being hurt or ended. Derek walked forward until he was two yards away from Peter, making him smile like had some seriously evil thoughts going on in his head.
He didn't know what happened to him, but Derek's instincts took over and he started to run away from Peter. Derek hadn't run more than 3 yards before Peter's tongue snagged him around the chest and toppled him over. Peter grinned, "That's the spirit. We can get really kinky with this kind of sex. We're gonna have loads of kinky fun tonight, sex god." Peter snapped his fingers, warping his tongue-tentacles in and commanding them to wrap around Derek's muscular body. Derek almost staggered from the combined weight of three large tongue-tentacles slithering across his buff body, but Peter whipped Derek up again with his impossibly strong tongue and set him down on an ab crunch machine, ordering him to start working out.
"Hell no, you fucking sadistic raper," Derek yelled. Peter responded by reaching down and grabbing Derek's crotch, whose penis was already somewhat excited from the sexual treatment with the tongue-tentacles, tongue, and loss of control. Derek gasped, his cock growing harder. Peter whispered, "Start working out like the hot stud you are." Derek's mind was starting to feel drugged, the lust from the sexual atmosphere overtaking his senses.
Derek settled into the seat and reached up to pull down the handles. As his hands gripped the handles, two tongue-tentacles wrapped around his arms and the third settled on the bar above his head. The tongue-tentacles extended their long, human-like, salivating tongues and penetrated under Derek's v-neck, licking every inch of his muscular body.
The tongue-tentacles on his arms stuck their tongues into Derek's torso through his short sleeves, licking his armpits, while the tongue-tentacle above his head reached in under his shirt via the v-neck collar, licking the chest and sternum. The tongues slithered around his torso, tracing his erect nipples, six-pack, and back muscles. Derek moaned in pleasure and left his hands on the handles, not doing any crunches.
Peter clicked his tongue, and Derek reluctantly started to do crunches, all the while the tongues kept licking his body. After a set of reps, Peter said, "Derek, get up and go over to the bar lift. I want to greater access to your body." Derek, immersed in the sexual pleasure the tongues were giving him, obeyed Peter and slowly walked over to the bar lift. As he walked, the tongue-tentacles continued licking him, and the tongue-tentacle that was on the bar above him slithered down to Derek's shoulders and laid there, still licking him.
He laid down, preparing to lift the bar, when suddenly Peter extended his own tongue and inserted it under Derek's shorts, sliding up his inner thigh and gently teasing the head of Derek's erect manhood. Derek gasped in surprise and groaned as Peter laughed, slowly curling his tongue around Derek's tasty cock and wrapping around it all the way to the base.
Derek slowly lifted the bar, which had weights that were nowhere near heavy enough to give Derek a hard time, but the move had its intended effect. Derek felt masculine; he was lifting weights, and a raper was milking his cock while a bunch of tongue-tentacles were stimulating his torso muscles with his shirt on.
Derek moaned again as Peter tightened and loosened his tongue around Derek's cock in the rhythm of Derek's lifting. Peter reached over and undid the zipper to Derek's shorts, sticking out a second tongue and inserting it under the elastic band of Derek's boxers to lick Derek's ball sac and perineum. Derek stopped lifting, pleasure preventing him from concentrating on anything else.
Peter pulled up Derek's shirt to reveal his growing eight-pack; the spiral seal had appeared. Peter grinned and said, "Derek, your seal's here again. It's on your delicious abs. I'm gonna add a seal to it to allow you to come several times tonight." Peter splayed out his hand over Derek's naval, his fingertips alighting with green fire. He positioned his hand above the seal, and yelled "Five-pronged Seal of Extension!" bringing it down on Derek's six-pack, the sweet heat flowing into Derek's body and turning his cock on impossibly hard.