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Lukas had always enjoyed the quiet moments before the storm of his servitude began. Before going to the Club's estate, he'd sit quietly in the kitchen, sipping coffee that was always just a tad too bitter for his taste, and contemplate the hours ahead. It was a ritual that had grown familiar over the months, one that he found oddly comforting amidst the opulence and decadence that was his slavery reality just moments later.
Felix, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy and nerves, pacing back and forth in their apartment before he was to serve as an elite servant to the Club. His eyes were darting around as he checked and rechecked that he was well prepared, wearing the right clothes, clean and fresh just as Master Darius wanted him to be. He'd obsess over every detail, ensuring that he'd meet the exacting standards of their master.
The two room-mates had chosen this life, or perhaps it had chosen them. They served Darius, a man whose very presence could make the air thick with desire and fear, and his elite friends, who reveled in the cycle of dominance and submission. The arrangement had brought Felix and Lukas closer than they ever could have imagined, binding them with bonds stronger than friendship. They had a shared life purpose even thought they were on different levels of hierarchy in the Club. But overarching was Master Darius, and their endless love and admiration for him.
Lukas was expected on Monday afternoon at the estate. He was to do some slave tasks, getting filled his ass up with the cum of some higher ranking club members and work on stuff. He was also due to bring his monthly financial contribution which had grown over time. Felix was only expected later that night. Master Darius had ordered him to spend the night at the estate. Felix was high with anticipation. This promised to be another fulfilling night of servitude to the best.
When Lukas approached the estate, he felt a strange knot inside as if something big was happening. When he was let in, he sensed a tension that he couldn't quite place, a sense of unease that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes and gleaming marble floors. The door to the salon was ajar, and from within, he heard not the usual laughter and anticipation, but just - silence.
Josh, Darius' stern and ever-watchful right-hand man, stepped into the hallway, his face a mask of solemnity. He took Lukas into his arms, something he had never done before with such affection.
"Slave Lukas. A word." His tone was uncharacteristically gentle, his eyes avoiding his. Lukas followed him into a small antechamber, the plush carpets muffling their footsteps. Josh told Lukas to sit in a chair.
His voice was low, a tremor in his words. "Master Darius... he's gone." The words hung in the air, a sudden silence enveloping them like a shroud. "It is horror. Died yesterday, in a private... encounter." It took minutes before the words sank in. Lukas was dumbfounded. Then, reality hit him like a punch to the gut. The world around him seemed to spin.
"What?" he managed to croak out.
"Master Darius met a... a young man. It was perfect prey for him. I saw the lad, he was beautiful. They did some chems. Darius had... overindulged. It seems it was a heart attack. The lad called the ambulance, but they did not manage to save him. Police is investigating the matter", Josh said, his eyes downcast. He was in tears.
Lukas was in shock and disbelief. His master, the man who had controlled his every move, the one who had given his life a new, twisted purpose, was no more?
The silence was shattered by a wail from one of the other slaves, echoing through the hushed halls of the estate. The news was spreading like wildfire, igniting a firestorm of grief and fear. The walls that had once been a sanctuary of submission now felt cold and oppressive. Without Master Darius, what would become of them, of the Club?
Lukas started to scream. He did not cry, he was not in tears, he just jumped to his feet, screamed out loud and punched the walls with his bare fists. It went on for minutes and minutes. Josh tried to take him into his strong arms, but it was too much. Ashraf came, he gave Lukas a pill and some water, and Lukas calmed down. Josh and Ashraf placed Lukas on a sofa.
When Josh had the impression that Lukas was able to take in more, he opened his chastity belt and the collar around his neck.
"What are you doing, Josh?", asked Lukas.
"The Club is over", Josh said. His voice was firm but not unkind. "Everything is falling apart. The police is looking into things, not sure there is much to find, but it may be better to delete all traces. The website is offline. We have already started to delete all pictures and documents. And the Club without Darius will not exist." His words were like a knife, slicing through the last threads of certainty for Lukas.
When Lukas thought about this moment later in his life, he was stunned by the clarity of Josh in this moment. Josh had been a childhood friend, a lover, a partner and a servant of Darius for a long time. And yet, he was able to speak like this -- even though he was deeply saddened as Lukas was able to tell. Josh was impressive.
"How could he do this? I mean why did he...?" Lukas' voice trailed off.
"It is hard to understand, I know. I have known Darius for all my life, and I have never figured out who he was and what drove him. Remember, he was different from normal people like you and me. Otherwise all this would not have been. I think this also explains his sudden death. He came and he burned and now he is gone."
Lukas thought about this. It made sense on a certain level, but it made no sense at all on another level. For a moment he thought that he might want to kill that young lad, but then he knew: It was not the lad. It was Master Darius.
They were silent.
"Where do I go? Where do you go?", Lukas asked.
"Go to Felix. Start anew. Look back to this as a period in your life, a chapter that has ended. I hope you remember the days at the Club with pride and joy when you look back."
Josh gave him a kiss. "It is better if you leave now."
"Will I see you again, Josh?", Lukas asked. He was still in shock. He just reacted.
"Who knows", Josh said. "I will think highly of you, Lukas."
Lukas broke into tears. Then he left without saying another word.
Lukas wandered around town for hours. He felt the lack of his chastity belt, the lack of his collar. He still wore a shiny tracksuit stating that he was a slave of Darius' club.
When he finally went home, Felix was sitting in the kitchen. He did not speak a word. He just stared at Lukas. He had been informed. They both knew that a dream was over.
Somewhere in the back of their minds there was a thought creeping through their brains: Maybe this dream had been a nightmare? What did it mean that their revered god Darius had been struck down by his craze for sex and drugs? Lukas looked at the picture of Darius that they had put up in their kitchen, like an icon. It still hit him that this man was the greatest man he had ever had the honour to meet.
Felix approached him from behind, putting an arm around Lukas' shoulder. He kissed him on the neck. They undressed slowly, the sound of their clothes hitting the floor a stark contrast to the urgent undressing they had become accustomed to in the throes of their weekly rituals as sex slaves. They lay on the bed, their bodies entwined, but as they kissed and touched, something was missing. The usual spark of arousal was dulled, smothered by the thick blanket of grief and fear.
Felix's hands roamed over Lukas' chiseled abs, tracing the lines of his muscles as if trying to memorize them. Lukas' own hands were tentative on his friend's body, stroking the soft skin that was usually flushed with excitement. But tonight, it remained pale, unresponsive. They paused, their eyes meeting, both acknowledging the emptiness that filled the space where their passion used to burn for someone else who was gone. They took a deep breath together, trying to summon the desire that had been so effortless before.
Author's note: I'm sorry if this part of the story disappoints you to a certain degree. But this is what happened in real life. Thank you for reading. Drop me a note if you wish!