Darius 8
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8
Joshua's gaze roamed across Lukas' body, taking in the sight of him kneeling on the cold, concrete floor, hands cuffed behind his back. His smooth, pale skin glistened with sweat, a fine sheen of moisture dotting his brow. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to control his breathing. His eyes were wide and pleading, fixed on Joshua, willing him to continue. Joshua was thrilled how fast this went. Lukas was the latest addition to Master Darius' club of slaves.
"Are you ready for more, boy?" Joshua asked, his voice low and commanding. Lukas nodded eagerly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Joshua chuckled darkly and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, velvet bag. He tossed it to Lukas, who caught it expertly with his teeth. The bag spilled open, revealing a long, thick dildo. "Lick it!"
Darius and Joshua had grown up together as childhood friends. They were very close. From early days on, Joshua had accepted it as a natural given that Darius always took the lead. He never thought of himself as a submissive slave or so to Darius. It was just natural that Darius was in command. And Joshua was his closest ally. When Darius had asked him to train new young slaves for the club he had accepted that as an honour.
Lukas' heart raced as he looked up at his drill master. He wanted this so badly, wanted to feel Joshua's cock stretching him, filling him. He opened his mouth, baring his throat, offering it to Joshua. "Use me," he whispered. "I'm yours." Joshua shoved the huge dildo into Lukas' slave mouth.
He nodded, his expression dark and predatory. After a moment, he gripped the thick dildo, lubricated with Lukas' own saliva and positioned it at Lukas' entrance. He leaned forward, his chest almost touching Lukas' back as he guided the head of the dildo toward him. There was a moment of resistance, but then it slipped inside, filling Lukas in an instant. Lukas arched his back, a gasp escaping his lips as he was taken by surprise by the sheer size of the toy.
"You like that, boy?" Joshua growled, his voice low and commanding. "You like feeling so full?" He began to drive the dildo deeper inside Lukas, making him moan in pain and pleasure. He went back to the front and made Lukas open his mouth. "Service my cock!", he commanded. He gripped Lukas' hair roughly and used it to pull his head back, exposing his throat.
"Take it, serf," he whispered. "Take my cum." He paused, gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting it forcefully onto Lukas' tongue. The warmth of his spit sent shivers down Lukas' spine, making him even harder.
"Yes," Lukas moaned. "I'm yours, Master. Do what you will with me." Joshua hit him hard, slapping his face.
"You are not mine, you belong to Master Darius!"
"Yes, Sir! I belong to Master Darius. I will do whatever he wants."
Joshua knew it well, it was always a problem when new slaves mistook his training for love, affection or at least some kind of bond. He was here to make them obey to Darius. That was his mission and he had to drive that home into their little flunky brains.
Joshua felt the pressure building inside him. Joshua was an athlete, Darius liked him best that way, he was tall, awesome looking, well-defined muscles. He now started to fuck Lukas' mouth really hard. It did not take long. His body was tense as he came, spilling his seed deep inside Lukas' throat. Lukas tried to catch it all and eat it, still having the massive dildo in his ass.
After a moment, Joshua withdrew from Lukas, his softening cock sliding free. He ordered Lukas to lick the floor where he had spilled the holy cum of Joshua. Lukas eagerly did. "You're such a filthy little slut," Joshua whispered. "So eager to please Master Darius."
Lukas looked up at this glorious man, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "Thank you, Master," he breathed. "I love being Master Darius' slave." Joshua patted his head.
Joshua took a nipple of Lukas and screwed it. His breath was hot against Lukas' skin. "You belong to Darius, and we can do whatever we want with you." He kissed Lukas and Lukas moaned.
"You know," Joshua murmured, leaning down to whisper in Lukas' ear, "I think it's time we found a more obvious way to use that." He took the dildo from Lukas' ass, asked him to take a quick shower without touching his own cock and dress up in the slutty slave wear that had been placed for him.
When Lukas returned, dressed up like a sex slut, Joshua made him kneel on the cold, concrete floor before him. Lukas' body was still sore from their earlier activities. His hair was messy, his eyes were shut. Joshua ran a calloused hand through Lukas's hair.
"You did well this far, Lukas," he whispered, his voice gentle despite the harsh surroundings. "You're learning quickly." He paused, studying Lukas's face. "But there's more to it than just that. You're beginning to understand what it means to be a servant to Darius. You need to be patient. You need to endure the pain. You really need to learn your place, forget your former ideas."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Lukas's lips. He opened his eyes, looking up at Joshua with a mix of gratitude and longing. "I want to please you and Master Darius," he whispered. "I want to be a slave to the club, completely."
Joshua was content. He knew Lukas meant that with all his heart. Here he was, the awesome Joshua, towering over Darius' latest sex servant, who started to love him. "You already are ours," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "You belong to us, body and soul."
He gestured to a large wooden box in the corner of the room. It was about twice the size of Lukas, with a hinged lid held shut by a simple latch. Inside was a metal cage, the bars just wide enough to accommodate Lukas's slender frame. The cage was already attached to a thick leather strap, which was looped through a metal ring on the wall.
"From time to time, this will be your home," Joshua explained, his voice steady despite the weight of the words. "When we need you, we will unlock the cage and let you out. But when we don't, you will remain inside, always ready for use. You will be caged. A slave kept as property."
He gestured for Lukas to stand up, and the student-turned-slave did so slowly, wincing as the muscles in his legs protested. Joshua stepped behind him and reached around, fastening a thick leather collar around Lukas's neck, much bigger than the one he had worn so far. He buckled it tightly, feeling the weight of it as he did so. It had "Owned by Master DARIUS" written on it. Joshua looked at the slutty outfit and the collar and the good-looking young man before him. Yes, this was good prey for a predator like Darius.
"If you are in the cage, you are not allowed to touch your cock. The cage helps you to remind you of your place in life. Access to you is controlled by Darius as of now," he explained. "You belong to Darius, and he will decide when you are free."
Joshua unbuckled the strap holding the cage in place and slowly lowered it to the ground. With a gentle hand, he guided Lukas into the cage, his movements slow and deliberate. Lukas felt the cold metal bars against his body. He was not able to move a lot around in this cage. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, as if anticipating what was to come.
Joshua stepped back and admired his work. Lukas was now securely locked away in the cage, his body on display for anyone's pleasure. The leather collar around his neck served as a constant reminder of his place in this world. The new world, Lukas had entered now.
He reached down and caressed Lukas's cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. "You're the perfect slave material," he whispered. "You belong to us, and Master Darius will never let you forget it."
Lukas was in the cage. He felt the weight of Joshua's words. Was this what he wanted? Kept in a small cage, his body aching, his head full of fog? His cock had softened and he did not dare touch it. He had fantasized about situations like this when getting off, and he had watched photos and videos of slaveboys in his situation. But now -- was this the new him? All the thoughts, everything running through his head made him feel tired, and in spite of the uncomfortable position he was in, Lukas fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he did not know how much time had passed. But he felt a sensation. Someone caressing him, running a hand tenderly over his cheek, touching him in different places. When he opened his eyes he directly looked into the eyes of HIM, Master Darius. Darius smiled and said nothing. He touched Lukas' soft skin. Lukas did not dare say a word. After a moment, Darius closed the cage again, despite Lukas' pleading eyes, and turned to Joshua.
"Well done, Josh", Darius said and passionately kissed his long-time friend. "I'm so glad to have you." Joshua looked to the floor, he blushed, but he did not say a word. Lukas watched the scene and seeing these two masterboys kissing each other made him jealous, but also horny.
"Make him suck me off, I want to place a load into that greedy slave throat, so he knows what it tastes like to serve me."