Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2024 14:30:05 +0200 (CEST)
From: 74775 (at) tutanota.com
Subject: Darius 3

Darius 3

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Lukas, the aspiring serf, hurried home. He hoped that no one saw his new
outfit, the flashy green tracksuit with the logos. He spent a while in
front of his flat's door to make sure that he could run in at a moment
where Felix would not spot him. Once in his room, and still in his new
servants dress, Lukas came again.

The next day, he got a message from the Club.

"You did well, slave. From now on no wanking without permission. Log in to
serve."

Lukas was eager to serve better. He promised himself not to disobey the
club and to keep his fingers away from his cock. He went to the website of
the club where he had once gained access. Online, he did not know how to
get to another level. He had to have a code to enter further, but where was
it? It was only by coincidence that he found a small piece of paper in his
new tracksuit with a six digit number. He entered it and there was the next
level.

It held a task for Lukas:

"You have to upload 1 picture of you per day. If you do not, you lose your
status as an Aspiring Serf. Please note that photos are shared in the
Club. Your pictures will be seen by all members of the Club superior to
you. Your photos earn you points with the superior members. As an Aspiring
Serf, you are allowed to hide your face. A sufficient number of points
earns you entry to the next level. You have one week."

Lukas had not expected this. There was no indication what kind of photos
were expected or what earned him points or how many points he needed. It
had an element of arbitrariness, he thought, but then also it was exciting
to show pictures to people he did not know. He tried to think what Master
Darius and his friends would love to see. Also, he noticed that he was
"allowed to hide his face"... meaning that at some point he would have to
disclose his identity as a servant -- possibly even to people he did not
know.

One week, seven photos, credits to earn. This was a challenge. From day to
day now, Lukas thought up ideas of what he could post. His mind was
occupied with thinking up possible venues, clothes, poses and
techniques. What would others love to see? Lukas was so consumed with this
that he started to neglect his studies. He went through his world, seeing
it with the eyes of a photographer, or to be more correct: with the eyes of
potential superior jurors who had to judge his photos.

He started with a picture, bare-chested in his room, showing off his
well-trained abs, wearing shorts, face not visible. It earned him 6
points. Lukas had no clue what he needed, but 6 sounded weak.

On day 2, he decided to go a step further. He took a photo of himself in
the shower, water running. It was really difficult to make it -- but whom
should he have asked to take it? So he used the camera self-timer,
positioned his mobile, ran into the shower, positioned himself. It took a
while before he had the perfect shot. It showed him in wet T-shirt and wet
shorts. They were translucent from the water. Lukas' ass was visible and so
was his semi-hard cock, both hardly disguised by the wet shorts. He had
turned his face away from the camera so that it was not visible. He was
sure though that everyone who knew him would recognise him instantly. Lukas
felt proud. This looked really sexy. It earned him 10. He was disappointed.

Next day, Lukas thought he had to go fully naked, and maybe with a more
exciting background. He celebrated taking the pictures as if it was a holy
act, and for him, it was. To get into the mood, he wore the shiny tracksuit
with "Aspiring Serf" on his back and stroke his cock. He made sure not to
come, this was prohibited.

When he was in the right submissive state of mind, he covered his face with
a covid mask and sunglasses, took off the tracksuit and he stepped on the
small balcony of the flat, fully naked. He took a picture of himself with
his cock pretty hard. He was sure no one in the neighbourhood could have
spotted him, but it was still thrilling for him to perform this act.

He checked his phone. The last one looked good. He stepped back into the
kitchen, took of his mask and the sunglasses. While he was still checking
the pics on his phone, he suddenly heard Felix returning. Lukas
panicked. He was bare-naked, hard, phone in his hand. He ran into his room
and closed the door. He quickly put on jeans and shirt. When he had calmed
down and when his erection had subsided, he went back to the kitchen. Felix
was standing there.

"You are back already?", Lukas asked casually.

"Yeah, skipped a class and decided to take the day off", Felix replied.

Lukas froze. He spotted the tracksuit that he had left on the kitchen
table. Felix noticed his reaction.

"Didn't you wear a blue tracksuit last time? Now green? You are into
tracksuits now, are you?" Felix teased him.

"Hm, kind of", Lukas said. He wanted to grab the tracksuit, but before he
could, Felix had the jacket in his hand.

"Oh, let me try it on! What is it about this?" Felix took it, but once he
had it in his hands, he noticed the print on the back.

"Aspiring Serf?"

Lukas didn't know what to say. Felix simply waited, he had a smirk on his
face. Finally, he threw the jacket at Lukas.

"Put it on!" Lukas did. "Pants, too." He threw the pants at Lukas. Lukas
put it over the jeans, but Felix said: "Why don't you take off your jeans
first?" Lukas frowned. He did not wear underwear.

"I have nothing on underneath", he said very quietly. He blushed.

"So what", Felix said. "Do it!" The tone in Felix' voice was more dominant
now. Lukas felt his cock throbbing. Without thinking too much, he
obeyed. He took off the jeans and quickly put on the flashy green
pants. "Nice cock, hehe", Felix commented, "seems he likes this".

Lukas blushed even more. Now, here he stood in his uniform of an Aspiring
Serf in front of his room-mate Felix, his bulge visible in the pants.

"I guess as a serf you need to get on your knees, right?" Felix said.

Lukas was in awe. He did not dare say a word. He was out of his
mind. Slowly, he went down on his knees. Felix laughed. He took out his
phone and took a picture. "This is really good, Lukas!" He laughed and
barked like a dog. With that he went into his room. Lukas was in tears.

Back in his room, he wondered what he had done, what he had become. He had
nagging doubts. But then, he had his hand wander to his cock, and after a
while, he remembered that he still had to upload a photo. He wanted to obey
the Master and the Club, and so he chose the best balcony photo and
uploaded it. The balcony photo hit off with 19 points. Lukas felt much
better.

The next day, and after the experience with Felix, he decided to take a
picture outdoor with his tracksuit on so that members of the Club could see
that he was wearing it in public. Actually, he chose a pretty empty spot,
an abandoned industrial plant. Going there he wore an overcoat. When he was
there, he took a couple of photos where he posed with the tracksuit. Some
people were around with dogs, but they did not get close enough. He thought
he looked like a normal Instagram guy but for his face being shielded by
his hand. The final picture only got him 11. What a disaster!

This had been Day 4, three more to go. On the website he got a warning.

"You need 100 points for the next level. So far you have collected 46
points."

Lukas was alarmed. Three days to go, and he did not even have half of what
it took!

On day 5, he decided to present his ass. He took a picture where he
presented his hole like a whore. He made his face unrecognisable with a bar
in front of his eyes. This looked so humiliating! 17 points. He had 63 in
total now.

On day 6, Lukas went into public again. He wore the tracksuit. This time,
he went to a spot that was a bit more public. He made sure that people were
far enough away, but visible in the background of the picture. The members
of the club should have the impression that he was wearing the tracksuit in
public with pride. This time, he had planned a real stunt. He turned his
head away so that he was not recognisable. It was possible to read the
"Aspiring Serf" print at least in parts. He pulled down his pants, so that
his cock was in view. Then, he handcuffed himself and tied himself to a
metal fence, like a prisoner. It required a lot of effort to do all this in
the 20 seconds that his phone allowed him for the self-timer. But the
result was good. Lukas really looked like a cock slave in public. He was so
proud. 21 points. Best so far.

The counter on the website told him he stood at 84. This was demanding. He
needed a definite 16 for the final shot, and he had landed lower than that
three times out of six. He was thinking all night of a good idea for the
final day.

When he woke up in the morning of day 7, somewhat panicking that he could
possibly miss it, he got a message from Felix. Felix sent him the photo
where he was on his knees in their kitchen. Felix' message read:

"Wanna see you in your tracksuit for breakfast at 11. No underwear."

He had added an emoticon of a dog.

Lukas looked at the photo. It showed him full front, on his knees, in the
Club's tracksuit, with a bulge, a submissive look on his face. You could
see that this was not taken with self-timer but by someone else. Lukas
decided to go all in and show his face in the final shot. He uploaded the
photo on the website.

He looked at his watch. It was five to ten. He jumped into the tracksuit to
meet Felix over breakfast.



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