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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