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"You're late," the gruff voice of Josh echoed through the grand hallway.
"I-I'm sorry, I had some trouble finding the place," a nervous Felix stuttered, his eyes darting around the opulent surroundings. Josh noticed his curiosity.
"You'd better get used to this," he said, tall and lean, with a knowing smirk. "This is where the elite meets." Josh was Master Darius's right-hand man. He wore a tailored black and silver outfit, very stylish, with a bomber jacket that had the Club's logo. With each step he took closer to Felix, the scent of power emanating from him grew stronger.
"Let me show you around. You're going to be a busy bee around here," Josh said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
The two of them moved through the house, passing by luxurious rooms. "Master Darius has high expectations for you," Josh began, his voice low and serious. "But he's also a fair man. You do your job well, and you'll be treated well. And you did an amazing job at your initiation at the Bankomat!"
Felix blushed. He thought of the videos he had seen and the humiliation he had received and the bulge he nevertheless had whenever he thought of it. Three days later he had contacted the Club again to tell Master Darius that he wanted to see him again. Darius had replied whether he was willing to serve. Felix, his hard cock in his hand, had confirmed yes. Master Darius made him send a video, fully naked, where Felix begged on his knees to be allowed to see him again. And now he was here, "Elite Servant" as his status was, higher up in the ranks than Lucas, but still a catcher, not a pitcher.
Of course, Felix wore his collar. He also had put on a white tracksuit with light blue colour blocks. Lucas had given it to him. It had the Club logo on the back, circled by "Elite Circle Service" around it. Felix thought that people would probably not think anything of this and so he wore it on the way. No underwear. White socks. Fancy sneakers. Lucas had advised him not to fumble with the rules, for example the dress code. Felix had pulled up the zip of his tracksuit jacket so that the collar couldn't be seen.
"And what exactly is my job?" he finally managed to ask.
Josh turned, his smile fading. "Your job is to serve, to keep the wheels of our little machine turning," he replied. "But first, you have the privilege to see Master Darius again."
Without another word, he opened a heavy door to a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with the scent of masculinity. The walls were adorned with images that made Felix's cheeks flush.
"In here, you'll learn your true role," Josh said. "Hop, on the bed!" He pushed Felix to the bed, and in no time at all, he had tied him to the posts. Josh smiled. "It's great slave Lucas delivered you to the Club", he said and turned away.
Ten minutes or so later, Master Darius entered the room and looked at his latest acquisition. His piercing eyes and his broad smile with the great jawline set Felix into euphoria. The master's bare chest was covered by some dark hair, and he was dressed in a shiny black robe with golden linings. It revealed his muscular thighs and his perfect body.
Felix felt a mix of excitement and dread, his heart racing as Master Darius approached the bed. He untied the shackles and kissed Felix on the mouth.
"Strip," Master Darius ordered, his eyes never leaving the student.
Felix fumbled with the zip, his hands shaking as he exposed his pale, trembling body. He took of the shoes, socks and trackpants and presented himself to Master Darius.
"Good boy," Josh murmured from behind, his hand sliding down to the bulge in his own pants. Felix had not noticed that Josh was watching, and he even had a young boy by his side who was licking his feet.
"Now, kneel beside the bed", Master Darius said.
Felix obeyed, his knees pressing into the plush carpet. Master Darius leaned back in a sofa, stroking his cock to full erection. It was a commanding sight, one that made Felix's own cock grow.
"You know what to do," Master Darius said, his eyes never leaving Felix.
Felix swallowed hard, then reached out to take the Master cock into his hands. His hands trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear, but Josh barked sharply from the side: "No hands, no teeth!"
Felix suddenly felt Josh's grip on his neck, guiding him down. "Remember," he whispered, "you're here to serve."
With a deep breath, Felix leaned in and took the head of Master Darius's cock into his mouth. The saltiness filled his senses, and the weight of it was surprisingly comforting. He began to suck, tentatively at first, but gradually increasing in confidence as he felt the cock harden and swell between his lips. Josh was not letting loose, his grip was firm.
Master Darius's eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned in pleasure. "Yes," he hissed. "Just like that."
Felix took it as a cue to go deeper, his throat stretching around the thickness of the Master's shaft. He could feel the throb of the man's pulse with every beat of his own heart.
Josh's hand tightened on his neck, the pressure just shy of painful. "Don't disappoint us," he said. Josh now had his own young servant pleasuring him from behind by rimming his asshole.
Josh's warning spurred Felix on, his mouth moving faster, his tongue swirling. The taste of pre-cum hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed it down, eager to please.
Master Darius's hips began to buck, his breathing growing ragged. "He's a natural," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the back of Felix's head. "So eager to serve."
Felix felt a strange sense of pride mixed with his fear and arousal. Was this his role now? His purpose in the world of the Club? Being turned into a cocksucker on his knees within days by a dominant Master? Finding satisfaction in the pleasure he brought to others?
Felix had not believed in how his room-mate Lucas had been turned into a willing slave, and now, here he was: Not as low as Lucas, sure, but then he was not a gay cunt, but a self-confident straight man. And still, he longed for obeying Darius.
As he knelt there, a willing participant in this depraved ritual, he knew that he'd pay the price to maintain his status in the Club. Even if it meant swallowing his dignity -- and cum loads.
Josh watched with a hungry gaze. His own cock was now fully erect, he was stroking it idly as he watched the young servant devour their master's length. "Good," he said to Darius, his voice a dark caress in the quiet room. "He's a skilful whore." Josh moaned as the boy in his back had his tongue deep in his hole.
"They will love him", Darius replied. They were talking over his head as if he was not there. Felix sucked even more eagerly.
Master Darius's hand began to move in time with Felix's mouth, guiding the pace, pushing him deeper, showing him exactly how he liked it. The head of his cock hit the back of the young man's throat, and he groaned louder. "Keep going," he urged, his grip on Felix's hair tightening.
Felix's eyes watered, and his throat burned, but he didn't dare pull away. This was his test, his chance to prove his worth. He took another deep breath and pushed down, taking the whole cock deep into his mouth, feeling it pulse against his tongue.
Master Darius's hand on his head grew more demanding, and his moans grew louder. It was a symphony of dominance and submission. And as the tension built, as the Master's grip on his hair grew painful, Felix felt something within him. A strange, exhilarating rush of pure pride, knowing that he was the one bringing this powerful figure to the brink.
And when, at last, the Master's body stiffened and he came with a roar, spilling his hot seed into the young man's mouth, it was as if a switch had been flipped inside of Felix. He swallowed eagerly, feeling the warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that washed away all concerns. At the same time, Josh erupted with his cock, spilling his seed over Felix's back so that it drippled into his ass.
As Master Darius leaned back, panting with satisfaction, Josh released his grip on Felix's neck. "You've done well," he said, his voice a low growl. "Very well, indeed."
Felix pulled away, trying to catch his breath. He looked up, meeting the approving gaze of his new master, and felt a thrill run down his spine. Felix himself would have loved to come, but he did not dare touch his cock. The boy who had rimmed Josh now licked Josh's cum from Felix's back. Josh sent him out of the room, not without kicking him into his back. The boy made his way on all fours.
"Now," said Master Darius, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Let's discuss your monthly contribution." Felix was still on his knees.
Josh explained to Felix that he was to serve the elite circle of the Club. This was a group comprised of Darius and Josh, so Felix learned, but also a handful of other men who were the elite of the Club. They paid well for this, so Felix learned, and they formed the powerful circle of friends of Darius. He may also be given to other masters if Darius agreed, but other than that he was not to have sex or engage in service for others. Felix learned that there was a special code how to treat elite servants like him. The patrons were not free to do whatever they liked. For the rougher and more kinky stuff, slaves were to be used. Felix beamed with pride.
Whatever Josh said, Felix nodded, his eyes wide with understanding. Master Darius did not say much, he let Josh do the business. Felix learned that the business included a monthly payment of 500 to maintain his status. Felix gasped. 500 was a lot. He would probably be able to raise it every month but it would mean very tough restrictions on his spending. But that was probably the whole idea of it.
"See it as an investment into your education. Look, training you to be an elite servant is costly for the Club!", Josh said. He had a plan with all financial details. Felix could only guess that Lucas must have copied his bank statements to them.
"You will get all clothes you need from the Club. When you serve, food is included for you. You can use our gym for free. You can save on leisure activities. No eating out. Partying will be here anyway."
It made sense to Felix. Five hundred a month to serve, to be a part of this world. It was a small price to pay for what he'd just experienced.
"Good," said Master Darius, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You'll find it's quite manageable, I'm sure. And if not," his eyes flicked to Josh, "we can always find other ways for you to pay."
The threat hung in the air, but there was something in the way Josh and Darius looked at him, something in the curve of his lip that made Felix's cock twitch with anticipation. Master Darius pressed a button and another servant entered the room. "Take him out", he said. The other servant collected Felix and his clothes and showed him out of the estate without saying a word. When Felix had turned around a final time before leaving the chamber he saw how Josh was massaging Darius, leaning down to a kiss. Oh, what he would give to be this close to Master Darius.
When he returned home, his legs still wobbly from the intensity of the moment, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement for what lay ahead. For the elitist servant life was about to begin in earnest, and he was ready to embrace it with open arms, no matter the cost.