Darius 6
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6
After the introduction to the club and the principles of submission Lukas was overwhelmed. He felt new purpose. Yes, just as Master Darius had put it: Obedience! Patience! Loyalty! Sacrifice! Discretion! These were the principles a well-working hierarchy was built on. Whenever Lukas thought about it his cock was semi-hard in a second. He so much wanted to be obedient for Master Darius.
As Lukas trudged through the front door, his weary body longing for nothing more than a warm shower and a good night's sleep, he found himself face to face with his roommate, Felix. The younger man was lounging in their shared kitchen, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, you're home," Felix drawled. "I was hoping you'd get back soon. I've got a little errand for you."
Lukas groaned and slumped onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. "What is it, Felix?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
Felix gave him a stern look. "Forgot our arrangement, `aspiring serf'?"
Lukas, while being exhausted, knew what was to be done. He got to his knees in front of Felix. "What do you need me to do?" he asked, playing errand boy for his freeloading roommate. Felix smiled. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Lukas. "Just grab everything on the list and bring it back here. Shouldn't take too long. I expect you back in 15 minutes."
Lukas unfolded the list and scanned the items. It seemed relatively simple: some food, toiletries, and a few other small things. "Thank you, Felix", he said, and started to run. The 15 minutes would be difficult to meet, but he wanted to comply.
As he left the apartment, Lukas couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Felix's continued manipulation. At the same time, he thought it might be a good training for his duties in Darius' club. And his cock also told him that being used by Felix was something to like. Lukas felt the transformation he was undergoing. A couple of weeks ago he would have laughed at Felix had he ordered him around. Now, it was becoming his second nature to run errands.
When Lukas returned to the apartment, 14 minutes sharp, he found Felix lounging on the couch, watching TV. "Ah, you're back," Felix drawled. "And you brought everything I asked for. Good job, Lukas. Now, how about giving me a massage to show your appreciation?"
Lukas felt a mixture of anger and resentment well up inside him. He had been fucked by several men today, and he so much wanted to go to bed, but he knew better than to resist. "Sure, Felix", he said.
As Lukas set up for massaging the sporty young man, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of arousal down his spine. Felix was hot, and touching and massaging his body in such an intimate way was extremely arousing.
Felix was stretching out his long, lean body in front of him. Lukas hesitated for a moment, feeling the heat radiating off Felix's back, before beginning to gently knead the muscles along his spine. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Lukas started with long, slow strokes, using the weight of his hands to apply pressure, and as he worked his way down, he found himself becoming more and more aroused.
Felix casually reached back and placed a hand on Lukas's knee. The touch sent a jolt of desire through him, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Felix's shoulders. "That's it," Felix purred, his voice low and sultry. "You're doing a really good job, servant." Lukas realized that Felix was fully aware of his erection and was using it to manipulate him. He could feel Felix's ass pressed against his thigh, the fabric of his boxers doing nothing to hide the outline of his arousal.
Lukas forced himself to focus on the massage, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time Felix moved or made a noise, he felt a wave of desire wash over him. He wanted to have sex with Felix, but he also knew that Felix was straight.
"So," Felix drawled, his voice low and seductive, "how was your night? Another funny experience with your Master?"
Lukas's heart raced as he realized that Felix was curious about the club. He knew that he should not be discussing the club with Felix, but then he also felt that urge to speak about it, to share his thoughts -- and who if not Felix could he talk to? He recounted the events of his night at Master Darius' club. He told Felix about his meeting with Darius, the loads he had to take, Joshua, and the intense teaching by Darius. It was hard for Lukas to tell, but it seemed to him that Felix was becoming aroused by his tale. It was a flow for Lukas, and he felt relieved to be able to share all this with someone.
He also told him that Darius had ordered him to upload three pictures of Felix and his phone number.
Felix was hesitant. He loved to hear Lukas' stories of how he submitted to that strange Master of his. He also enjoyed bossing Lukas around. But getting directly involved with these crazy people? What would Darius be up to? Felix remained silent for a while. Then he made up his mind: Lukas would obey the request by Darius anyway. So, Felix thought, it is better to keep control of things and do it together.
When Lukas was done with massaging, Felix finally said: "OK, boy, Darius can have the pictures. But to make sure that you don't mess up things, I take some special pictures of you. Just a little guarantee for me." Lukas nodded. "Now, go to sleep. I want you clean and fresh tomorrow."
The next morning Felix greeted Lukas in the kitchen. "Let's get to business", he said, "I guess Darius wants speedy delivery!" Lukas looked fresh. "Strip!" Felix ordered. Lukas took off his clothes. He looked at Felix when taking of his T-shirt. He presented himself.
"I said strip", Felix said in a more commanding voice. "Everything?", Lukas asked. "You can leave your socks on." Lukas blushed. It was 9 in the morning, he had a clear mind, it was not the shady atmosphere of a night with alcohol -- and here he was, exposing himself to his long-term room-mate Felix who was fully dressed. He slowly stepped out of his boxers. His cock sprang to attention.
"Nice", Felix said and smiled broadly. He started to play some music and turned up the volume. "Now, pose!" He took his mobile and took pictures and videos of Lukas. Lukas was unsure what to do, but after a short while, he got into the flow. He acted like the slut he had become: presenting his now hard cock, his ass, going on all fours, sticking out his tongue. Felix loved every bit of it, it seemed, and took pics and vids, and laughed and also said what a fucking whore Lukas had become. He was satisfied after a while. Lukas did not believe what he had just done, but it started to feel natural, and the longer this took, the more he lost all his restraints.
Lukas was exhausted. After a while, he turned to Felix. "I need the three pictures of you for Master Darius", Lukas said.
"I know", Felix said, "I will send them to you." He messaged three pics to Lukas. One was his profile pic from messengers, nice and normal, one was from holidays in Asia, showing him in front of some monument. The third one was Felix in sports gear at some at football, showing off an athletic move. They all looked really nice, Lukas thought. Well chosen. But he said:
"I really like the photos, you look great, Felix! But, I guess Master Darius would also appreciate at least one photo that is more... bold... you know what I mean?"
"You mean I should pose for him like you? Like a slut?"
Lukas squirmed at the comment. "Sort of...", he mumbled.
"Don't you ever forget: I am not a fag and I am not a submissive worm", Felix said.
"I know, Felix. Sorry. I just thought it would be a nice gesture towards Master Darius, to show some respect or appreciation that he takes an interest in you." Lukas bowed his head. "And also, I think that Master Darius would appreciate my efforts in this regard."
Felix laughed. "You mean: You hope he lets you suck his cock when you lure me into sending a nude or so?! That is what you think of? Oh, Lukas, you are such a fag!"
Lukas blushed. Probably, Felix had summarised it very well, but he also thought it was more -- he simply wanted to serve Darius well, he would not never expect a direct return from Darius.
"Haha, maybe you are right, Felix", Lukas said. "But, honestly, if I look at your photos, they look as if you were applying for drinking tea with a nice lady and her mum. We both know that the whole thing with Darius is a bit more edgy. If you get in touch with him, it's adventure! That's the fun of it! He will not turn you into a queer, but I guess it's good to show that you are up for some fun!"
Felix gave it a thought and it dawned on him that Lukas was right. This whole Darius thing was an adventure, and his pics were nothing of that.
"So what do you suggest, serf Lukas?"
"Why don't you strip to your underwear and pose a bit like I did!"
Felix hit him hard in his face. "I'm not a submissive fag like you, get it?"
Lukas said: "Yes, Sir!" There was a moment of awkward silence.
After a while, Felix said: "I have an idea. Bring me that servant tracksuit of yours!" Lukas complied. Felix put on the tracksuit pants from the serf uniform. It fitted him well. "I'm gonna show Darius that I like tracksuits, too!", he said and laughed. He took off his T-shirt revealing his well-defined abs. Here he was, the shiny trackpants, his fit upper body, his awesome face and hair. Felix looked gorgeous.
Then he said: "You go on all fours, you piece of shit!" He positioned the mobile phone camera in self-timer mode. "Look into the camera, boy!" Then, Felix placed one foot on Lukas' back, flexed one arm and looked smugly into the camera.
When he checked the pics, Felix was happy. "Look, how great! This should show Darius that I'm an Alpha who's up for the game!" They both marvelled at the photos.
An alpha in a servant's trackpants?, Lukas asked himself, but did not dare to say out loud. He got a boner when he saw the photos. Here he was, on his knees for his room-mate who towered over him like the awesome looking boss he was. And Felix was determined to send this photo to Master Darius.
When Lukas logged into the website to upload the pictures of Felix and his phone number, just as Darius had asked, Felix was by his side.
A message popped up: "Your training starts now, slave. We will have a great time. Meet me at 7 at B-Bar. Bring 200. Tracksuit and collar, no underwear. Joshua."
"Seems you have another date tonight. Looking forward to hear your story afterwards, slave!", Felix said and smiled.