Darius 10
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10
When Lukas went home after witnessing the hefty punishment of the boy and his expulsion from the club, he was still puzzled. He was in awe regarding the power of the master. He feared him. He loved him. He had seen that Joshua was so close with Darius, but still his subordinate.
Lukas also noticed how much he was aroused by seeing the boy punished. He had been jealous when the boy had served as a pet boy for Master Darius, and now he saw him degraded. But his first thoughts had not been empathy with the boy, but the hope to be able to take his place. His disappointment that he beautiful black teenager was first choice for Master Darius only increased his eagerness to serve better. Inside, he craved for the love of the Master.
Lukas was intrigued by what Master Darius had made out of him in such a short time. He decided not to analyse further his thoughts but to focus on servicing him better. He had put on the new slave tracksuit right away. He had lost all restraint in showing that he was owned.
At home, Lukas ambled into the room. His eyes fell on the cluttered table, a mishmash of gaming consoles, half-empty soda cans, and a pizza box. He sighed, recognizing the chaotic signature of his roommate, Felix. Felix looked up from the couch, his gaze zeroing in on the shiny red tracksuit that Lukas had just bought. The bold, silver letters across the back read, "SLAVE of MASTER DARIUS." A smirk played on his lips as he took in the ensemble. "Where's the neon sign that says 'Kick Me'?"
Lukas's cheeks were flushing a bit under the teasing. "It's for Master Darius' club," he mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant as he pulled the zipper up.
"I figured that", Felix said. He was in a chilled mode, not playing out his superiority over his roommate that he had established earlier. "While you start cleaning up the room here... why don't you tell me more about Darius and the club?"
"Sure, will clean up at once", Lukas said, having become the obedient worm. He started to clean the table.
"So, have you crawled in front of Darius today and pledged everything to him?"
Lukas winced. "I have done things... But you have met him, so you know him."
"I have met him, but I wouldn't say I know him. And I see what he has made out of you. Frankly, this is fascinating!"
Lukas felt his chest tighten with a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. He did not want to go too much into this, and if he was honest with himself, he did not know too much about Darius or the club either.
"What is it that makes you so 150% submissive towards that guy?", Felix insisted.
"He's just... you wouldn't understand, Felix. It's not like that."
Felix leaned forward, placing his grand feet right in front of Lukas crotch who had just gone down to pick up some leftovers.
"Oh, really? It is not... what? Do tell, then: What is it?" His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, watching Lukas's every reaction.
Lukas hesitated, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Look, it's a kind of role-playing thing, okay? Master Darius runs a club with a special... culture."
Felix raised an eyebrow. "Role-playing, huh? So, you're telling me you're actually into wearing that...getup? Making a humiliated fool out of yourself in public as a kind of role-play?" He gestured at the tracksuit with a flick of his wrist.
Lukas's jaw clenched. "It's not a 'getup'. It's a symbol of submission and loyalty."
Felix chuckled, unable to resist the urge to poke fun. "Don't get me wrong, slaveboy, I love it when you are on your knees and massaging my feet or when I can boss you around to make up our apartment. But Darius does not seem to boss you around. He owns you!"
Lukas felt his ears burning, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding contact with Felix's gaze. "I don't know, it's just something we do, and it feels right."
"Darius is your Mister Feelgood, hey, good vibes for the monkey!" Felix made some monkey-like noises.
Lukas's eyes narrowed, his tolerance for the banter wearing thin. He felt tears coming up. "It's not a joke, okay? It's important to me." He paused, taking in the room's tension.
"Come over, boy!" Felix made Lukas sit on the edge of the couch and put an arm around his shoulder. There was a silence, thick with unspoken words and the hum of the refrigerator.
After a while, Felix started to speak.
"Lukas, we are not close like best friends or so, but I like you. You have been my roommate for some time now, and I like the way you laugh, I like it when you cook, you are fun to go out with. Now, I have seen a transformation of a bright energetic student into a submissive slave boy in record speed. You no longer study. Instead you do "jobs" for the "club". You run around in the uniform of a slave. You are collared. You no longer spend time with friends. I guess you understand that this is fascinating for me. And a bit worrying. This is much more than playing around. So, I decided to get to know Darius, and you know we've met over coffee. It was nice, he seems genuinely nice. But ever since I find it even harder to understand your complete submission to him."
Now, Lukas wept. But Felix continued.
"What do you know about him? What's his first and last name? Where is he from? What is his background? How old is he? How does he make a living? Does he have a family, or a partner? What is it about his "Club"? How many members does this club have? Which other persons are members of this club? What do you know about them? Does the club make money? What are the mechanisms of the club? What is your role? Which buttons does Darius press to get you on your knees? Where do you think this is going? Can you answer any of these questions?"
Lukas cried. He shook his head.
"I thought so", Felix continued. "And still you are giving up important parts of your life for him? Completely expose yourself to him? Send degrading photos, videos? Probably he has made more material when you were serving in person, right? And you gave him presents and money? And when he snaps his fingers, you're instantly ready to do anything for him?"
Lukas fought under his tears, trying to catch his breath and say something, but Felix stopped him.
"You don't have to answer. I'm not a shrink, but I guess that Darius has touched something very deeply within you. And he has probably touched your cock well enough to make your brain go offline."
After several minutes, Lukas meekly whispered: "What should I do, Felix?"
Felix laughed out loud. "You are awesome, Lukas! Yes, let Sir Felix tell you what to do!"
Despite his tears, Lukas had to laugh a little himself, and he wiped his eyes with his hand. "Thank you," he said. "I didn't realise I had a real friend in you, Felix." He snuggled into Felix' arms. Felix had not seen this coming, the really good-looking 20-year old boy was not gay, after all. But he took his roomie into his arms for a moment, and so they rested on the couch.
"Let me propose something", Felix said. "I know how important this is for you. I am not here to judge you, but to understand you. And I don't want to ruin things, just because it does not go well with what some people see as normal."
"So, what do you propose, Felix?", Lukas asked.
Felix unintentionally touched Lukas' cock when taking his arms away. He noticed the great feel of the shiny fabric of the tracksuit, and he felt it again, now getting at Lukas' cock on purpose. "Feels good, right?"
The cock sprang to attention within a second, and hardened. "Yes, Sir!", Lukas replied.
"I want you to get answers to my questions, Lukas. Find out more about Darius and the club! I want you to report to me. If it turns out that Darius is a good guy, and that he has just found a way to make submissive people like you happy, I need not worry. If it is different, I will be there to step in. Be a good slave for him, but take a conscious decision."
Felix' words made sense to Lukas. Yes, if he was to become even deeper immersed into the universe of Master Darius, he needed to take that decision consciously. Sure! He admired Felix for making this brilliant proposal. Felix who was a hot guy anyway would be his guardian -- just in case. Lukas agreed enthusiastically. His cock was now fully erect.
He just had one reservation to make: "I am sure that Master Darius does not want me spying on him. Secrecy is one of the pillars of the club."
Felix looked him into his eyes. "He will never know. And this is not even breaking the seal of secrecy. Darius likes me, remember? He is in touch with me. I'm sure he would approve." Felix looked at Lukas with an inscrutable gaze.
"Also", Felix said, "it would be a much higher form of service if you serve your master based on a conscious decision. If you only serve on the basis of your horniness you are nothing but a greedy cocksucker. I am sure it would make Darius proud if you are fully committed -- not just with your cock."
Lukas nodded. Felix was so right! Yes, he wanted his brain to follow the lead of his horny gay cock. That would make him an even better slave, if it worked out well. Lukas agreed that he would need to learn much more about the club and tell Felix everything.
"Actually, Master Darius has given me something for you, that I am instructed to give to you as a token of his friendship", Lukas said. He gave the present to Felix.
Felix's curiosity grew as he carefully peeled back the paper, revealing a sleek black box. He flipped it open to find a gleaming metal collar nestled in velvet, with a tag that read 'Associate of Master Darius'. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, the kitchen noises suddenly too loud. "What's this?" he asked.
Lukas looked into the box. His cock hardened when seeing the collar. "Look, there is a code in the box!", he said, pointing to a little card with a couple of numbers on it.
"What is it", Felix asked.
"I think this is a key for you to log into the Club's website", Lukas suggested.
"Start up the machine!", Felix said, and he said it like an order. Lukas got his notebook and went to the club's website entering the code Felix had found. It worked. Felix took the notebook, so that Lukas was not able to see anything.
"What does it say?", Lukas asked with unbearable curiosity.
"It's an invitation," Felix said. "To join Darius at The Bankomat on Saturday night. I get entry to the private section if I wear the collar."
Lukas gasped. The Bankomat was an infamous club in the city, known for catering to a very specific audience -- one where alpha males like Darius ruled supreme. Neither Lukas nor Felix had ever been there before, but the invite was for a private party there, anyway.
"It also says that I might get a key to your new device... what is that?"
Lukas took out the gag with the gleaming red gagball and showed it to Felix.
"Oh my god", Felix said and laughed. He made Lukas kneel and put it on. At the end of the straps behind the head, a keypad was placed so as to secure the gagball safely. Felix looked at the gagged Lukas with a smirk. "You like it, slaveboy?", he asked. "Oh, sorry, you cannot answer properly...".
Felix took it the gag off again. Lukas was hard.
Felix looked at the invitation at the computer, the gag, the new collar "Associate of Master Darius". "Pheew", he said, more to himself than to Lukas.
But Lukas spoke up. "It seems that Master Darius wants to get to know you better," he said softly. "You can be proud. He's intrigued by you, and he thinks you might be interested in exploring a new side of yourself." With this, he touched Felix' cock that was dangling in his wide grey jogging pants.
"Keep your fag fingers to yourself", Felix said, but he was still a bit aroused. He sighed. "Lukas, you are a pathetic whore. And now, do your chores here. I see you in 20 minutes in my room to report exactly what happened tonight." Felix had a broad grin on his face. With that, he left into his room.