Kingston Copelli and His Perfect Dick

My name’s Kingston Copelli, King to my friends, thralls, and slaves. Thanks dad, for giving me a subtle way to stroke my ego.

I doubt you’d recognize dad’s real name. He’d been starring in adult entertainment for over twenty years under various groanworthy but notable screen names, before he transitioned behind the camera with his own production company. He was mentioned quite frequently in the sort of magazines you’d expect, and smaller mentions in mainstream publications.

Yes, my dad was the Pornography Prince.

Mom would only ever say they met at work, so with a porn star father, an “industry adjacent” mother and dozens of friends, staff, actors and starlets around acting like extended family, my older sister and I grew up with a rather flexible sense of orientation, kinks and taboos. Like clothing, for instance. Most folks around me tend to dress for environmental factors rather than actual shame. Hell, the only reason for my own constant shorts or boxers was one last gift that I never knew if it came from dad or not.

My old man was possessed of seemingly supernatural charisma. No matter what the circumstances, dad could just get people to relax, be natural, and enjoy themselves. It wasn’t like he could make people accept weird things, but more like he able to talk folks into letting go of their stresses. I never figured out if it was supernatural, or simply psychological. My gift however was definitely the former.

My dick is perfect. Or at least that’s what everyone who sees it says. I don’t see it myself, but I avoid images and mirrors so I’ve only ever seen it from the top down. Those who see it head on just sort of stare and shut down. When asked they say that it’s the perfect dick, the exact size to fill their mouth, hands, pussy, ass, and mind. A single glance is enough to draw them in like magnets and once my dick has consumed their full attention, well no one’s paying too close attention to what I say to them in the meantime.

Now, you’re probably thinking I found this weird talent accidentally and never used it out of a sense of morality. I’d like to remind you exactly what site you’ve found this tale on and ask if you seriously think that my story is gonna be a needle rather than another bit of hay for the haystack.

I wanna say I’m good, and restrained, and only have a few compromised people in my orbit. What I’ve got is poor self control and excuses masquerading as reasons. I have all kinds of tales I’m willing to share.

Like my two ride or die besties who I grew up with. Playing “Doctor” together may be why we’re always down to fuck each other. It’s not serious, but it is reliable.

Taking control of my mom and sister after dad passed away was just common sense, if only to have them ignore anything weird. Of course the knowledge that they would be available for anything I wanted weighs on my mind often.

And of course I have a trio of medical professionals permanently entranced to ensure I have the best medical care and to make sure that my little gift stays far from the realm of curious science. I have no desire to end up on a laboratory table or worse a vivisection slab.

Then there’s my small tabletop gaming group. Mostly girls, including a milf host who was happy to play once I convinced everyone to join in. Of course the land is besieged by a perverted Archmage and the characters keep falling into perverted mind controlling traps, no matter how obvious.

Of course I was a good student as well, and I did some tutoring on the side. It’s funny how many clients “accidentally” walked in on me using the bathroom. It’s equally funny how many couldn't stop staring.

Or maybe you’re not interested in the past, but rather the here and now. College, a new beginning. And just behind the door in front of me, a new roommate and new opportunities. The possibilities are endless…