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[Ryty]

[COLOR=lime]While the review for this isn't done quite yet, I figure it's good enough to post. For those of you who don't know, I'm a substance person and like buildup through a story so my stories in parts will take at least 2 parts to reach any kind of exciting growth. Bear with me... it won't hurt a bit [/COLOR]

[COLOR=red]Please be warned. The following series does contain muscle, cock and age theft as well as sex. You have been warned.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Place your bets![/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]As told by Ryan[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]“Welcome, good sir, to El Castillo de Leon.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]These are the first words I heard from the devilishly handsome valet as I entered the Casino. He has sparkling near black eyes, a firm jaw line and ripped underneath his tight valet suit. That’s when I should have known when something was up with the casino: the valet was buff. When does that ever happen? At the time it all seemed so natural as he drove away with my car to the parking garage.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“That guy was… cute.” That’s all that I could say. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Yes, all the employees are put on an extensive… workout routine to maintain a job here,” stated a man from behind me. He too was dressed as a valet but in a black vest as opposed to red. “Now, sir, if you would like,” he opened the gold and glass door, “you may try your luck this evening.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I walked past him checking him out. He was a little more muscular but not by much. “Um, thank you.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“My pleasure, sir. Do enjoy yourself at the Castillo de Leon. If you wish to have a room, please speak to an employee at the front desk on the left.” And he closed the door, turning back to the Vegas Strip.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]By now my brain started to work. Two beautiful guys in the first two minutes. I wonder if it gets better… [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I walked into the reception lobby and the employees behind the left and right desks looked like genuine models. Angular faces, dazzling and piercing eyes, short hair cuts and big but subtle muscles under their dark suits. There were four behind each desk, eight in all, and each pair of two wearing a different, though dark, colored suit. The first two on the right desk were in navy suits under a sign on the wall stating “‘Chip’ returns.” Next to them in forest green and front of a vault door were, “‘Cash’ out” personnel. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]What’s with the quotations? I asked myself now looking to the left.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Hotel rooms” was the only unquoted sign and both employees were in oak brown suits with a row of keys behind them. Next to them in black were the “‘Chips’” men. The funny thing was there didn’t seem to be any sign of chips anywhere, the vault door looked fake upon very close inspection, no one seemed to go near any of the employees aside from the “Hotel rooms” personnel and the order of the personnel positions didn’t seem to make much sense at all.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I stood in front of the “Hotel room’s” desk and James, as verbatim on his name tag, greeted me with a warm smile that made my stomach grow butterflies.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Evening, sir. Would you like a room?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I nodded. “Yes, please.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“On which floor, sir, would you like your room to be?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I saw him smirk a little. I suppose he saw I was nervous. “The ninth.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Very good, sir.” He slid out a key into his hand. It was large and brass on a key ring with a key card on the other end of it. “We have switched to electronics now though you may use your key if you need to.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“As well later this week, if you collect enough winnings you will be eligible to compete in the Castillo’s poker tournament. Have a nice stay, sir.” [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I walked off and found an elevator. I put in the key card and it opened for me, taking me to the ninth floor without need of a button. Soon I made my way to my room. It was rather lush and almost like a penthouse. The closet was filled with suits and casual clothes, all my size strangely enough. The bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi and bath/shower, was as large as my bedroom back home and had all of my shampoos I prefer to use. I felt like I was being stalked. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Might as well use the casino. It’s only seven o’ clock.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I walked to my room and put on one of the suits. It was nice and snug with a cool microfiber dress shirt. In the pocket was a card. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]Castillo de Leon[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Winnings Card[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Poker: Wins- 0 Losses- 0[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Roulette: Wins- 0 Losses- 0[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]21 Black Jack: Wins- 0 Losses- 0[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Slot machines: Wins- 0 Losses- 0[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Billiards: Wins- 0 Losses- 0[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Total: Wins- 0 Losses-0[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]Winnings: bla 0 blu 0 red 0 gre 0 sil 0[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]There wasn’t much on the back aside from a sketch of the building when founded in 1970 and the founder Mister Ponce de Leon. Probably for marketing purposes with the fountain of youth in Vegas, I thought. These were confirmed by his quote at the bottom: “Never aged a day!”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I walked to the elevator and put in my card. When it arrived there was another guy in it who smiled at me. This guy was shredded and ripped in every possible way but I stepped in. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“You check in not long ago?” he asked me.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“About five minutes ago… why?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He chuckled. “Just thought you should know this isn’t your average casino. You trade away your body if you lose and get other people’s bodies if you win. More specifically their muscles, age, dicks and just about anything else.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“That is totally unbelievable.” But I couldn’t stop staring at him. What if he is right? I’ve never seen anyone with his muscularity at a casino and I’ve been to more than my fair share of Vegas casinos.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He laughed this time, his voice cracking some. “Yeah, I said that too when I first came here. Lost all the games I played for fun, to prove the guy who told me wrong. Man was I the one wrong. I lost thirty pounds worth of muscle that night, five inches off my dick which became a pencil dick, almost all my libido, and became five years older. Man, did I look like a slob.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I scoffed. “Yeah right, you’re talkin out your ass.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. The guy was almost two feet taller than I. Easily seven feet tall. “Look. I wouldn’t tell it to you if I didn’t mean it. I think you are a pretty special guy. I don’t have a clue what’s telling me that but I think you are.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]The elevator stopped on the ground floor. He smiled and walked out, disappearing into a crowd.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I was baffled, not sure if he was being serious or just trying to scare me. Soon I just started laughing and walked out of the elevator.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]No WAY that guy was serious! I thought. God, how could I have even thought he meant that?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I walked out and into the casino lobby, approaching the chip desk.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Evening, sir!” said the model on the other side of the desk. Man, these guys are kind of creepy. “How may I help you today?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Um, I need some chips.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He pulled up an envelope and entered something into a hidden computer. I noticed now that on the top towards the front of the desk were four different holes, all circular, and a single rectangular one. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Put your thumb on the scanner, sir.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I put my finger on what looked as a blue finger-print scanner. A blue light scanned my finger and then a tiny prick drew some blood. My finger jumped off the surface and several chips were over the slots, one of each. The first on my left was black and white on the edge and had a simple number of 20. The next was blue and white with the number 49. The third was red and white with a 5. The fourth was white and green with a 6.0 on it. The final was a silver rectangle with 31 on it.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Um… what are the numbers for and why is there only one of each chip?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“I’m afraid, sir, the house is not allowed to disclose that information. You must learn by another or learn by playing one of the five casino attractions. We will say, however, that there is a twenty- four hour buffet and bar. Please show the silver chip to the bartender. Have a nice evening, sir.” With that the automaton turned back around to face the center.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“…Weird…” And I turned to the casino.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]The most bizarre scenes were happening. One minute I looked at a table and looked away. The next instant I looked at it and someone at it shrank while another grew or so it appeared. For the third time that night, I had wondered if what that guy in the elevator had said was true. Soon a big guy approached me. He wasn’t much larger than I but noticeably so. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Man, you up for a poker game?” He asked with a smirk.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Uh… sure.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Bring your lucky rabbit’s foot.” And he walked off into the crowd.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Does everyone have to fuckin do that??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]I followed him to the table. There were several guys there. A few were kind of skinny and the rest were obvious lifters, including the man I met in the elevator. He smiled at me and looked at the table as the dealer announced the game.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“The name of the game as per request is Texas Hold ‘Em style Poker! Ante up for we have a full table!”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]The biggest guy at the table, the one I met in the elevator, put in a red chip and the smallest, who looked like a heroin addict from staying in the game so long and being so small. The cards were dealt. First look was a 7 of Diamonds and a Queen of Clubs. I decided to fold and did. Everyone checked anyway. The flop came up. A pair of Deuces, Clubs and Hearts, and an Eight of Spades. Another check, several people trying to resist picking up chips.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Glad I folded. I thought looking at everyone. A few skinny guys looked confident and had an odd glow of health about them. One big guy, Chris by his card, looked rather pale. The other three and I looked rather normal, or so it seemed. My elevator friend folded and sighed. His muscle mass seemed to decrease a bit.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Fourth Street came bringing a King of Hearts. One skinny guy was glowing now. Everyone else threw in some chips. 9 blacks, 10 reds, 7 blues, 5 greens and 2 silvers according to the screen in front of the dealer. The River showed Queen of Hearts and Chris looked devastated and the skinny man was soon all in. 9 blacks, 2 reds, 7 blues, and 5 greens. Chris wanted to fold but couldn’t. He matched it and looked at the small guy.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“It’s a call, all else fold! Show your cards, gentlemen!”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Chris flopped a pair of queens. Three of a kind queens. It was a good hand.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]All attention was to the skinny man who threw his cards at the table in pure delight. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Flush of Hearts! 10 and Jack for sir, Queen, King and Deuce from the community!! Jonathan wins the match!”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Chris’ face went pale and his whole body palpitated, soon violently shaking as his chip numbers decreased while the bar increased. His suit looked ten sizes too big on him and his hair turned somewhat gray, though not badly. Jonathan meanwhile got brighter. His chest nearly burst through his suit and visibly throbbing with veins under the shirt. Abs sprang from his skinny stomach, noticeably increasing beneath the shirt. His arms exploded in size the sleeve getting far too small. His legs were just seen being grown to a grand size. Soon his suit exploded off. Everyone drooled over his luscious, juicy pecs and abs. He was panting hard and rubbing his bulked six pack. His hair lengthened and lost wrinkles under his eyes. He worshiped himself as he stood, playing with his nipples too.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“See you later, losers.” And with that he walked into the crowd.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]For the first time, I realized how real this game was.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=lime]Oh, almost forgot! Comments are much appreciated![/COLOR]

[inm]

[COLOR=#ffffff]I like the idea, its a new twist, where the theft is self inflicted,[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffffff] driven by muscle greed. M[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffffff]akes me wonder what I'd do as Jonathan,[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffffff] walk away or stay for more. By experience, I'd walk away..[/COLOR]

[Shade]

Originally Posted by inm

[COLOR=#ffffff]I like the idea, its a new twist, where the theft is self inflicted,[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffffff] driven by muscle greed. M[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffffff]akes me wonder what I'd do as Jonathan,[/COLOR][COLOR=#ffffff] walk away or stay for more. By experience, I'd walk away..[/COLOR]

Experience is a good thing, but sometimes temptation can get the better of you. Particularly when playing for those stakes.

Good story. Good concept. Looking forward to more.

[Otaru_grower]

I like this so far. Great but brief scene.