Darius 11
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11
The party at The Bankomat was still a couple of days away. In between, Lukas strengthened his efforts to please Master Darius. He got into an everyday routine of service. He also tried to gather information so as to please Felix, but there was not a lot he was able to find out. After all, his job was to crawl before Master Darius and Josh, run errands, shut up and obey. When he was on duty for Master Darius, Lukas usually had the gag in his mouth -- unless he had to lick the Master feet or suck a cock. He was mostly busy with the cocks of Josh, who had trained him to be a loyal servant, and Master Darius.
From time to time there were other boys around. One of them particularly impressed Lukas. He was called Leo. Leo had a slim build. He wore a stylish Ralph Lauren outfit with the club's logo discreetly emblazoned on it. His blond hair fell a little too long over his eyes. He was about 20. He and Darius watched some sports together, while casually talking and making out with one another. Lukas had to suck their toes and cocks. He could not say what intrigued him -- but for Leo's incredible looks and the XL cock. There was something special about this member of the club. When the two alphas were both hard, Lukas was sent away. That night he had pictures in his head of Leo having sex with Master Darius. What was the most troubling thing about his thoughts: In his dreams, Lukas imagined Darius to bend over for Leo.
Every night, upon returning to the apartment, he reported to Felix. Felix liked it that Lukas followed his request for more information and reporting. Lukas had to kneel when reporting. Felix had found out that it was much easier to get to Lukas' most inner thoughts when he was in submissive mode and so he also allowed him to kiss his feet. When Lukas had finished the report of the day, Felix often patted his head, or touched his cock or let him suck his toes as a reward. Lukas simply loved these moments and was eagerly looking forward each night to serve his roomie in this way. Lukas also confessed his thoughts about Leo.
After the first of these reports, Felix said: "Get the ball gag!" Lukas hurried to his room to get the new controlling device.
Felix put it on Lukas and shoved the red gleaming ball into Lukas' mouth. "You wear this till you go to bed. It reminds you of the secrecy of everything", Felix said. Lukas liked the idea and wore the gag with pride. He trusted Felix. Felix knew what was good for him. He was a friend.
When he was kneeling in Felix' room, Lukas noticed that the metal collar that Darius had sent as a gift to Felix was still placed in the velvet box on a shelf next to Felix' bed. He had not seen Felix wearing it, and Felix had not said a word whether he intended to follow the invitation. Lukas did not know whether there had been more interaction. After all, Felix now had an account to log into the website of the club, but Lukas had no clue whether he used it.
Lukas reported to the mansion of Master Darius everyday now. When he did things for Master Darius, he was often complimented by him or by Josh. Lukas was beaming every time. It was easy to manipulate someone so desperate for validation. Every day he wore his collar, the shiny red tracksuit with the embarrassing print on its back, a tank top, a jock strap, white socks and Nike TN. Sometimes, people on the streets gave him strange looks or some teenage boys whistled. Lukas wore his outfit with pride. When he was servicing the cocks of Josh or Darius -- some cum may dripple on the tracksuit. Cum stains were on the soft fabric as well as some rest of piss.
Wearing the tracksuit every day for all sorts of tasks meant that it was getting dirtier, stained with cum, sweat and piss. The sticky, damp fabric of the tracksuit clung to his skin, a constant reminder of the degradation he had suffered at Darius's hands. Lukas asked Josh what to do about it, whether he could change. Josh decided to bring up the question with Darius.
At their next meeting, Darius' eyes raked over Lukas's form with a predatory gaze. "So, you dirty bastard want to change an outfit that I have presented to you... You know the rules, don't you?"
Lukas swallowed hard, his fingers plucking nervously at the hem of the tracksuit. "Yes, Master," he murmured, his voice small and defeated. "But it's... it's filthy. Would you allow me to change it?"
Darius's smirk grew wider, a glint of cruel amusement in his eyes. He stepped closer, his clean, crisp scent overpowering the stale odor of sweat and sex that clung to Lukas. "Filthy, is it?" He reached out and grabbed a fistful of the fabric, pulling it up to Lukas's chin. "This is what happens when you're a good little slut for me. You get used, and you like it."
Darius's grip tightened, his knuckles whitening. "Your comfort isn't my concern," he snarled, yanking the tracksuit even higher. "But since you asked so nicely," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "I'll give you a choice."
Lukas's eyes widened, hope flickering briefly before Darius crushed it. "You can either keep it on," Darius began, "or I can make sure you really feel what it's like to be my slut." He took a step closer, his breath hot against Lukas's face. "Do you remember what happens when you don't follow the rules?"
With a sudden, brutal force, Darius's hand shot out, slapping Lukas across the cheek. The sound echoed through the room, as sharp and stinging as the blow itself. Lukas stumbled backward, his hand flying to his face. He tasted copper, his cheek already swelling from the impact. The room spun around him, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at Darius in shock.
"Strip," Darius growled, his voice low and menacing.
With trembling hands, Lukas reached down and peeled the soiled fabric away from his body. The cool air of the room kissed his sweat-drenched skin, bringing a small measure of relief to his overheated state.
Darius's eyes gleamed as he took in Lukas's nakedness. He snipped with his fingers and the beautiful black boy appeared. His new personal boy had white shorts on and nothing else. He looked just perfect. "Bring the transparent tracksuit in his size!" The boy nodded and returned a moment later with a box. "This," the master said to Lukas, holding it up, "is what you'll wear when the red one needs a break from your slutty body. No underwear, of course." He laughed.
The new "outfit" was a white, but largely transparent tracksuit. The words "SLAVE" were emblazoned across the back in dark blue letters, and the club logo was on the front. Everything was visible with no underwear. Lukas felt his heart sink as he realized that this was the new low to which Darius intended to bring him in public.
But all he managed to say was "Thank you, Master." Darius had a smirk in his face.
"It's time to bring you better under control", Darius said. "I want you to focus on the club better, slaveboy. We will now take control of your outside connections."
"What does that mean, Master?", Lukas asked shyly.
"No meetings anymore but with members of the club. If some of your unworthy former friends ask you for going out or similar, you give them some excuses. No unauthorised phone calls. No letter writing or similar. We take care of your social media profiles. Some will be deleted, some may be of good use later on, but we will handle that. Hand over the passwords to Josh. No messaging with others without our authorisation of the messages. If someone recognises you in the streets and talks to you, you make an easy excuse and hurry off. Will not happen often anyway with this pathetic slave look of yours...". Darius and Josh laughed. Even the beautiful black boy, who was now standing next to Darius chuckled.
"We will take your mobile phone and keep it here with us, I think that is the safer option. You will get another phone that suits the needs we have with you. No one gets that number but members of the club. When something happens on your old phone, we will react appropriately."
"I have to cut ties to all my friends?" Lukas had a very queasy feeling in his stomach. He hadn't seen his friends recently anyway, but a complete cut-off?
Darius looked into his eyes. "You will find out soon enough that your so-called friends are just a bunch of suckers." He smiled. "What you thought was friendship was just some fleeting acquaintance based on some shared fun and some shared beers. There is something much deeper than that. This is the Club."
Lukas let the words sink in. Indeed, he had been quite surprised how easily his friends had already let him slip into the club. He had bowed out of a couple of their activities, and now they were approaching him less often, and not a single one of them had inquired what was going on. Why he did no longer show up in Uni, for instance.
"What about my family?", Lukas asked. "They will be worried if I do not call or text once in a while."
"Same rules for family. If you have the feeling you need to see or text them, we will find a solution for this."
Lukas had one final question: "What about Felix?"
Master Darius had a broad smile on his face now. His grin was flashing. "I knew you would be asking. Keep going with Felix."