Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 09:27:10 +0100 (CET)
From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com
Subject: Darius 2

Darius

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Lukas did not hear from Darius or the club for days. He was barely able to
concentrate on anything. His mind always raced back to that strange
experience. And he had pictures in his head of Master Darius -- that alpha
man who was so superior by nature, so extremely good-looking. And his cock
had tasted so well... Lukas was in awe of this man.

When he had looked into the mirror, he had seen that the man from the club
had scribbled a phone number on his ass. Lukas forced himself not to call
it. "Only once" that soldier of Darius had said, and he did not want to
waste his chances. He wanted to prove his loyalty by patience. Lukas was
not able to get rid of the collar around his neck without breaking it. It
was a decent one, quite narrow, but he had never worn anything like that
before; and it was embarrassing to wear a collar like a dog for someone as
seemingly confident as Lukas. When going out in public Lukas put on a scarf
or a turtleneck. But it was more difficult to hide in his shared flat. He
shared it with another student, Felix, a sporty dude. When Felix spotted
the collar on Lukas, he let out a whistle.

"Wow, what's that? New?"

"Uh, yeah, I thought I'd try it out..."

"Oh, even with a lock, haha, cool. And the dog owner has the key, or what?"
Felix laughed. Lukas grinned wryly. "That's okay, Luke," Felix said, when
he noticed, looking at him very intensely for a moment. "Actually, I think
it suits you well."

Luke couldn't stand Felix' look. Felix laughed, then walked on, but as he
walked away, he barked once like a dog and laughed again. Lukas felt
ashamed, but he also felt a boner in his pants. Now, Felix, who was a
friend, had seen the first sign of Lukas' submission to the secret
club... Did he get the implications? Lukas went back to his room and
creamed himself. He took some of his juice and smeared it over the collar.



A week passed. No sign from Darius or the Club. Lukas became frantic. Had
he made a mistake? Had he not followed the rules? He wanted to learn more
about the club, about the power games Darius had mentioned, about the
values of a clear hierarchy. He really wanted it so hard.

Throughout the week, Felix had not said anything else on the collar. But
sometimes, when they were together in the kitchen or so, he would bark like
a dog and laugh at Lukas. While Lukas was honestly embarrassed, he also
felt that it became more normal to wear the collar. After one week he was
no longer trying to hide it to Felix. This was freeing him up,
somehow. Felix seemed okay, he simply accepted that Lukas was now wearing a
collar like an owned dog. Lukas wondered what this experience meant.

On day 8 of waiting he could not hold back any longer. In the evening, when
Felix was out, Lukas knelt down in his room. He was bare naked. He was rock
hard. He dialled the number that the man had written on his ass. He was so
excited. He feared that Darius or his colleague would say that it was
over. He did not want to hear that. But he needed to know his fate. Lukas
called the number. He waited.

The call went through. It rang. Lukas' heart was racing. He heard the
tone. His anticipation was at its maximum. But there was no answer. After a
minute or more, there was a busy signal. The call was over. No one had
picked up. Lukas was beside himself. Although it was so obvious, he hadn't
seen this coming. At least there should have been a voicemail!

He asked himself whether he should try again. Maybe the phone had not been
in the reach of Darius. He imagined Darius picking up the phone just in the
very minute that the call went busy. Maybe it was polite to try again, so
Darius has a better chance to answer? But then Lukas remembered that he
wanted to stay loyal, and the order had been clear: Call only once. That,
he had done. He was frustrated. He furiously wanked and shot a load.

The next morning Lukas got a message on his phone:

"Patience is the highest virtue. Selfish lust is a vice."

Lukas felt bad. Yes, he had been selfish. He had wanted to force the
Master, but it was the Master's to force. He understood. He was so
ashamed. But an hour later, there was a second message:

"You have endured for eight days. Not too bad. Meet the master tonight at
7.00 pm. You will receive the coordinates shortly before. Tracksuit, white
socks, trainers. Bring a present. Master's feet are size 46. No wanking."

Lukas' heart was pounding. Finally! He was so relieved! He read the message
over and over again. He decided to go to Footlocker. First thing, he bought
the latest Nike TN Sneakers in size 46 for Darius. Then, he tried on
tracksuits for himself since he wanted to look real fresh. He went for a
shiny dark-blue Adidas tracksuit. It looked great on him, if unfamiliar --
Lukas was not usually wearing tracksuits in public. Next thing was that he
had to tell Felix that he could not make it to the movies tonight. They
wanted to go out together, but it was clear for Lukas that he had to see
the master. It was hard for him not to wank, he was so excited. At 6.15 pm,
finally, the message with the location arrived. Lukas was to come to a
public park. When he left his flat in his shiny new Adidas tracksuit and
with sox and sneakers and nothing else Felix saw him.

"Oh, I didn't know you were doing sports instead of going to the movies
with me." Felix smirked. Lukas blushed.

"Eh, I'm sorry, I am about to join a club, and it's an important admission
meeting tonight...", Lukas mumbled.

"What kind of club is that? For dogs and dog owners?" Felix laughed and
made his bark. Lukas blushed again, gave him a dirty look and rushed out of
the door. It was getting darker. With his GPS he found the designated
spot. It was at an artificial lake, and it was a bit secluded, but still
public. There was a bench, and on it, Lukas found a piece of paper.

"Put down the present, strip, on your knees, hands behind head, facing the
water." That is what it said. Lukas placed the box on the bench. He
shivered. Not from the cold, but what if someone saw him, kneeling naked at
a lake? Still he decided to do as he was told. He looked around and was not
able to see anyone. He stripped and knelt down, his face turned to the
water. After a while he heard footsteps from behind. It sounded as if
someone took the box. Then he felt someone touching him from behind.

"Good slave." It was Darius. He ruffled Lukas' hair and stroke his lips
with his fingers. Lukas opened his mouth and instinctively started to lick
the fingers. Lukas instantly felt so safe. Just a moment later, Darius put
a blindfold on him. Lukas didn't even have a chance to spot him at least
once. He heard someone approaching. The person laughed. It was a man, but
Lukas could not tell more than that. He heard Darius say from behind:

"Open your mouth!" Lukas obeyed and he felt a cock being shoved in. "Now
lick!" This was not Darius' cock, he was sure of that. Taste and size were
different. While he was servicing the cock of the stranger in his mouth as
good as he could, he sensed how Darius was there, too. The two men were
probably touching each other, while he was licking the cock of one. He
heard sounds of kissing. Then, Darius said:

"Lick it!" But this command was not for Lukas, but for the other man. The
other man let go of Lukas and Lukas heard how he turned to Darius and
seemed to start lick the Master Cock. Darius moaned softly and the other
man seemed to do an incredible job on him. Lukas was crazy with desire and
jealousy. He wanted to be in that so badly! But he dared not move. It went
on for minutes, but it felt like an eternity for Lukas. Darius had fun with
that other guy, and Lukas was forced to listen. After a while he heard how
Master Darius shot his load into the other man's mouth. "Swallow it!",
Darius commanded. Then he allowed the man to shoot his load himself, but
when he came close, Darius said: "Shoot into his face!" And a moment later,
Lukas felt a splash of cum in his face. His face was a cum dump for a
stranger who had just served Darius. He felt so humiliated! The other man
was sent away by Darius.

"You need to clean your face, slave. Go to the lake!"

Lukas wanted to say something, but Darius just: "Shh, shh, slave, you are
not speak until being asked."

Lukas rose to his feet and stumbled towards the lake. "On all fours!",
Darius said, and Lukas started crawling. When he reached the water, it was
pretty cold. He reached out, washed his face, but when he was leaning over,
he felt two hands at his ass, pushing him into the water. When he was
coming up for air again, he heard Darius laughing.

"Dirty bitch, it's better to clean your full body", Darius said. Lukas was
ashamed and shivered, and he did not like this too much. But he did not
want to make mistakes, so he neither complained, nor did he take off the
blindfold or get out of the water before Darius said so.

"Crawl back to me", Darius said after a while, and Lukas did. He tried to
find Darius, and he just hoped that no one saw him, naked, in the park, on
all fours, with a collar and a blindfold, coming from the cold water,
listening to the commands of an Alpha man. When he finally reached Darius
who was sitting on the bench, he was given a towel to dry up. Then, Lukas
had to lie down and lick the shoes of his master.

While he did, Master Darius told him how important it is to be patient, not
to be jealous, to obey silently and to forget about the outside world. If
he wanted to be a good slave he was not question the decisions of the
master. He was not to claim the master for himself. How should a hierarchy
function if the inferiors were trying to define their rights themselves?
Lukas understood. He was hard. Darius also said that as an inferior Lukas
has to show his devotion in any possible way. The shoes that he had given
as a present, he said, were a good start. They contributed to the
club. Lukas felt proud that he had done the right thing.

Darius took off Lukas' blindfold. The first thing Lukas noticed was that
Darius was wearing the new shoes. He had been licking them for a while!
Next, he took in the sight of his master, towering over him on the
bench. He looked incredible. Yes, Lukas thought, this was a man who
deserved servitude. Darius was magnificent in every respect. He exuded
complete calm and superiority.

"You have 25 seconds to come."

Lukas started wanking, his gaze fixed on Darius who held one hand playfully
on his crotch. Lukas was rock hard in 10 seconds, and when Darius was
closing in on 10, he was ready to explode with his load. At "8" he did. He
shot several spurts of his slave cum and collapsed on the ground. When he
looked up again Darius was gone.

On the bench, there was a tracksuit, white socks and sneakers. Sneakers and
socks were his, but the tracksuit was not. It was shiny green, very
flashy. When he put it on, he noticed a sign on the jacket and the pants --
he had seen that sign before, on the website that had led him to Darius. On
the back of the jacket it read "Aspiring Serf".


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