Darius 7
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7
While Lukas got his initial slave training from awesome Joshua, Master Darius arranged a meeting with Felix after getting the pictures and the phone number. They met for coffee. Darius wore a grey hoody, black pants and of course white socks and expensive sneakers. He had suggested to Felix to wear the jogging pants from Lukas. Darius had said they suited him well. Felix combined them with a T and a college jacket. The two young men looked awesome, real alpha jocks.
They had a nice, chilled talk. Just getting to know each other, talking sports, making some mild fun of Lukas, explaining what they did in life. Felix felt relaxed, Darius seemed to be a chilled guy. But after a easy going talk for half an hour, Darius suddenly changed topics. He complimented Felix for his great job in making Lukas submit at home. He asked Felix whether he liked to dominate others, and how he felt when Lukas submitted to him.
"It's fun", Felix said. "It's not a big deal, really, I mean I enjoy it, he enjoys it, why not. It's cool to have someone do your stuff for you, right?"
Darius smiled and agreed. He started to tell Felix more about the club. That he believed it was not just about fun and having someone run errands for someone else. But that it was about loyalty, obedience, a natural hierarchy, superiority and submission. Felix felt the talk getting more intense. His eyes followed Darius with a mix of curiosity and wariness. His broad shoulders were squared, his spine straight, and his muscles tense, as if bracing himself for whatever Darius might say next.
"I don't understand why you'd want that," Felix finally said, breaking the silence. "To be in control of someone else's life?"
Darius raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know. It's...exhilarating, in a way. To shape someone's destiny, to mold them into something they could never be on their own. It's a power beyond compare."
Felix stared at him for a moment, then chuckled humorlessly. "I could see how it might be. For some people."
"Have you ever gone to your personal limits and explored what is in you?", Darius asked him.
Felix laughed. "Don't even try, Darius! I'm certainly not going to suck your cock!"
Darius was not impressed. "You intrigue me, Felix. You have a strength about you, a defiance that I find...intoxicating. I want to see what you're truly capable of, what you could be when you let go of your inhibitions." He leaned forward, his eyes intent. "I assure you, you will see new things."
Felix felt a shiver run down his spine at Darius' words. He'd never been one to submit to anyone, but there was something about Darius that made him feel...different. He could sense the power emanating from the other man, the way he seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room without even trying. It was intoxicating, and frightening.
He took a sip of his drink, trying to calm the sudden racing of his heart. "I don't know, Darius. I'm not sure I'm the kind of person you are looking for. I'm not Lukas."
"Oh, you are certainly not like Lukas! But there are different ways to explore oneself. You will never be a slave like Lukas will become once his training is done. But you could possibly be a better version of yourself, one that you have in you."
"And you are the one to bring it out, right?"
"That is what I do."
"Your confidence even trumps mine", Felix said and laughed. He was still tense. "But I guess I decline the offer to enter your universe of hierarchy."
"You have already entered it, Felix."
"Have I?"
"You are already assisting me in making Lukas a full slave. And you do a fantastic job, particularly with the difficult day-to-day-training. It is one thing to have a submissive boy who is sexually aroused and have him suck you off. That's easy. But it is entirely different to get someone do your normal chores."
"You see, I'm dominant. Not a sub!"
"I never said you were a slave like Lukas. You are much more valuable than him. He is a lowly slave. You are prime material."
"I'm certainly not `material' for you, Darius, forget about it", Felix said in a teasing voice.
"You are material for yourself, not me. You are the one to explore the best in you! That's the same with Lukas. Look how happy he is now that someone showed him the right path. Here, take a look!"
Darius took his mobile phone and opened a video of Lukas' slave training with Joshua. It was a short clip. There was Lukas, fully naked, being whipped forcefully by Joshua. The lash hit his naked butt ten times with full force. At the end of the video, the camera zoomed on Lukas' face. He looked exhausted, but content and said: "Thank you, Sir!" In the next video, he was crawling on all fours to Joshua, licking Joshua's feet and then begging him with pleading eyes to make him his slave.
Felix was shocked. Darius smiled: "He likes it, you see? That's what I mean. There is a lot in many people!"
Felix remained silent. He was intrigued by the young master. He sensed the manipulation, and he knew that Darius was trying it with him as well. He felt a boner in his trackpants. Even though he knew what was going on, he could not resist the power of it. Darius didn't say anything now. He just fixed his piercing eyes on Felix. Felix felt uncomfortable, but he was also curious and hooked. After a minute of silence or so, he said:
"I don't know. Does not seem right to me."
"What?"
"Things."
"Let's forget about it!", Darius said cheerfully. He ordered a round of new drinks for him and Felix. He started speaking about something else. After a while, he pointed to a guy at the bar.
"You see that guy at the bar? He's a natural sub, I know it. Watch him!"
They watched the young man intently.
"Look how he moves and behaves... he's unsecure, he's waiting for someone to give meaning to his petty life", Darius said quietly. "At night, he's wanking at the thought of having someone bossing him around, but he does not dare live his dreams yet, because no one showed him how...". Felix stared at the man trying to read his behaviour.
"Let's test him", Darius said. "Go to him and ask him for his cap. Tell him you want to buy it, but don't give him more than a tenner for it. If you get it you are an alpha!"
Felix laughed. "Why should he give me that cap for a tenner? It's a cool one, it's probably worth 30 or so!"
Darius laughed, too. "As an alpha, you should manage to get it from the whimp. Treat him as if it was Lukas. Just try! It's a game!"
Felix laughed OK. He was in a good mood again after the shockwaves of the two short videos. He went to the bar, talked to the guy. They chatted for a couple of minutes. The guy at the bar handed him the cap. Felix came back, a triumphant grin on his face.
"I got it, and I didn't even pay anything! He just gave it to me!" Darius and Felix high-fived. "Oh my god, wow!" Felix was euphoric. He recounted the encounter with every detail.He placed the cap on the table.
Darius smiled: "See how easy it is to make people have their dreams come true? This guy will shoot the biggest loads of cum ever tonight, just thinking of you and hoping to see you again!"
They finished their drinks and Felix, high-spirited as he was, paid the bill. When they left Darius took the cap and put it on. "Well done, Felix, and thanks for the new cap!"
Felix looked a bit irritated but let things proceed.
When they left the café they passed the guy at the bar. Felix grinned when passing him. The guy turned to Felix and said: "Is he your boss?" Felix gasped and didn't say anything.
When they had left, he told Darius that the guy had just asked whether Darius was his boss.
"And, am I?", Darius said. Felix chuckled.
Darius placed one arm around Felix' shoulders, and Felix felt the muscular presence of the other young man. "You organised me a new cap. You paid for our drinks. And..."
"And what?"
"You sent me pictures, even a shirtless one. And you put on those slave trackpants today. Seems you like to please me."
Felix was stunned. It made sense. Why on earth had he sent the pictures in the first place? Why had he put on those trackpants, knowing they were part of Lukas' slave uniform? Why had he allowed Darius to grab the cap? Why had he paid for the drinks? Darius did not ease his grip. He spoke softly into Felix' ear:
"It's okay, don't worry. You are special, Felix, I sense that there are things and desires in you that need to be explored. And you will like it a lot, I promise. Trust me."
Felix felt a shiver, but he also remembered the euphoria that had run through his body a moment ago when he had talked the stranger into giving away his cap for free to the dominant boys.
"You want to see me again, Felix?" Darius spoke very quietly now.
Felix swallowed. Then he whispered: "Yes."
"Good." Darius patted his head. "I'm gonna contact you, boy." He let loose and looked Felix into his eyes.
Felix looked at him, and without thinking, he said: "Thank you, boss."
Darius smiled and was off.