Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2024 15:42:30 +0100 (CET)
From: 74775@tutanota.com
Subject: New Story - Darius 1

Darius

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Lukas, a good-looking student, had heard about a secret club, there had
been rumours, and he found a website drawing him deeper into it. He had to
solve some riddles to get to the next level of the website. It was a bit
like a game, but the questions he had to answer and the riddles he had to
solve were seductive. They had to do with power, with sex, with society,
with good-looking men.

It took him a while, and the more he tried to come closer to the final
level, the more intrigued he became. He wanted to see more of this secret
society. For this, he had to disclose a lot about himself. His stats,
financial situation, secret wishes, photos. In the final step, Lukas had to
strip naked and show his full body with face in a video chat. He had to
give his mobile number. He did. He was asked to paypal an "entry fee" of
250 Euros. That was a lot for Lukas. But he paid. He wanted this even
though he did not see who was at the other end of this. Or whether there
was anything at all.

Three days later, Lukas got a call. It was a short and clear order:

"The Master wants to see you."

Lukas was given an address. Next day at 5 pm. No underwear permitted. He
was excited. He wanted to see the master, and he wanted to prove that he
was worthy to become a member of the secret club. He dressed up, arrived
far too early and waited in front of the place. When he entered at 5 sharp
he found out that the door was open. He could step inside. It seemed like a
large room, but he was alone inside and it was dark. He heard the door
being locked automatically. He could not see anything. Then, out of a
sudden, a spot was on him.

"Nice to see you, Lukas", a voice said. "Now, strip!" Lukas looked around,
but the bright light blinded him. He did as he was told. He trembled with
excitement. "Show your ass! -- Start wanking! -- Stop it! -- Go on your
knees!" The commands came sharp and short. Lukas complied like the eager
student he was.

Suddenly, the light on him was switched off. It was dark again, and Lukas
felt two hands gripping his head. His mouth was directed towards a big
cock. He opened his mouth and started to give a good blowjob. He put
everything he had into this. This cock tasted awesome to him. When he tried
to wank himself while blowing the unknown person, he was slapped hard in
the face.

"No touching", the person said. It only took a couple of minutes before the
stranger started shooting his load into Lukas' mouth. Lukas swallowed
everything. He wanted this cum inside him.

The person left him, lights went on.

"Well done", said someone. Lukas, still a bit blinded, looked around. There
was a man sitting on a large sofa, very relaxed. He was 27, Lukas
guessed. Tall, athletic, black hair, striking features. He was wearing a
college jacket, an expensive watch, grey joggers, white socks and Nike
TN. Lukas was flashed. This guy looked awesome.

"I'm Darius", he said, "but you call me Master". He now had a friendly,
relaxed attitude, and Lukas, who still felt embarrassed for being naked and
for having sucked a stranger's cock just like that, warmed to this. "Crawl
over and kiss my sneakers", Darius said. Lukas did. "You are an easy
learner", Darius said and laughed. "I like that". Lukas blushed.

"So, you want to join a secret club, right?" Lukas nodded, still at Darius'
feet, licking.

"I wondered why you want that so hard that you send your nudes. That you
spend 250 Euros to a stranger. That you come here without any
safeguards. Give head on your knees to a person in the dark. But I know the
answer, Lukas, I read it from your traces on our website. You are intrigued
by it. The reason for this is that you love power plays. You admire
hierarchies. You want to be guided in your life. You are self-confident
yourself, but deep inside you are very unsecure. No one has known so far
just how much you question yourself. Well, I know now."

"Sure, you know you are living up to expectations. You look good. You are
smart and successful. But deep inside you know that a lot of this is on
very unstable ground. There are others better than you. There are others
more deserving. There is a deeper level of success that you have not
reached. And this is what you are here for. What you want to learn more
about. Am I right?"

Lukas had his tongue on the soles of Darius' Nike TN. He had listened
intensely. His cock was semi-hard. This man had an aura and he spoke the
truth. Sure, Lukas knew deep inside that on a rational level this was just
psychology basics, exploiting that everyone feels unsecure somehow. But
even though he knew that he could not resist. Yes, this man was stating in
plain words what had been covered inside of him for a long time.

Darius continued.

"Your social status, your family, your friends do not allow you to
experience the deeper levels of your inner self. You are expected to lead,
but you would love to follow. You are good at leading, you did that in the
past, when you were a captain of your team. But you want to learn to
serve. Isn't it a much higher ambition to serve a superior master than to
pursue your own path? What if life has more in stock than just live up to
the expectations of society?"

"I went on this path myself", said Darius, "trying to explore what is out
there. And I found out that society is there for the ordinary blokes. That
is why I build my own society. To go where no one else has been. To achieve
far more than the average. To work with disciples like you who are
exceptionally good, but who know to submit to me."

"You did well in the tests. Many fail on this way, and many take much
longer than you do. I think you have the potential to be an A-slave. But of
course you need to prove this."

When Lukas heard the word "slave" he flinched. He had sensed that this club
was about power, about hierarchies. But did he want to become a "slave",
whatever that meant in Darius' world? What did he get himself into, here?

"Keep licking my shoes." Lukas devoted his attention to the shoes. "I know
you have questions, but you will not ask them now. You will experience the
answers", Darius said. "If your cock is hard now, that is a good sign that
these questions are irrelevant. Your cock communicates your deepest desire
much better than words could ever do. Are you hard?"

"Yes", Lukas said quietly.

"Speak up!"

"Yes!", Lukas now said with a firm voice.

"It is `Yes, Master!' from now on".

"Yes, Master!"

"Welcome, slave, you will hear from us."

With that, Darius got up and left Lukas on all fours. The lights went
off. Lukas heard footsteps. Someone approached him, took him from behind
with some force. The person placed a narrow collar around his neck and
fastened it with a tiny padlock. The person wrote something with a pen on
Lukas' ass.

"If you take off the collar, you are out. You may call the number before
the master calls you again. But only once. Understood?" The voice had a
Russian accent, it seemed.

"Yes, Sir!", Lukas replied out of an instinct. The door was opened, the
person left, the lights went on. Lukas was rock hard. He put on his clothes
and ran off.

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