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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