Darius 13
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13
When Lucas returned home, the apartment was exactly as they had left it. He was exhausted from the Club's party at the Bankomat. He had not been home for two days. After slightly recovering from the orgy sex at the party, he had been busy. Master Darius had kept him in a back room for a short sleep, then he had to clean up with other servants and took care of the accounts. He was gagged all the time so the low slaves were not able to speak with each other. Lucas had noticed that Master Darius had made a nice profit with the party, not least due to the fact that there were no salaries to be paid to the Club members like Lucas who had been eager to serve.
It seemed that Felix had not returned either. Lucas made sure that the place was spotless. Now that Felix had become a member of the club, and an elite member, as it seemed to him, he wanted to make sure that everything was right in order when he returned. After being whipped by Felix at the party, Lucas had not seen him any longer, but he had heard rumours that Felix was admitted an elite member. He made their place spotless for the new Club member. He supposed that Felix had been invited to spend the days after the party at Darius' estate.
Felix returned that night, finally.
"Hey Felix, I mean, Sir, great to see you back," Lucas said, his voice excited.
Felix cleared his throat, trying to shake off the weight of his thoughts. "Hey," he responded, his voice forced to sound casual.
"How are you? What have you done since Saturday? What a party!!! You are a full member of the Club now?" Lucas was exhilarated, he wanted to hear everything, not least since this promised to bring more news about his adored Master Darius.
Felix shrugged, his voice low. "I'm not sure. They didn't really explain things to me. I'm really exhausted and slept a lot. Wow."
"Well, it seems you survived the initiation, that's something." Lucas tried to laugh, but it came out strained. He leaned against the kitchen counter. "Sir, I'm dying to hear everything about you and Master Darius, to be frank!"
Felix's eyes snapped up to meet Lucas's when he heard the name of Darius. He felt a tweak in his pants, and he fingered his collar with the name of Darius on it. It was bigger than he had remembered.
Felix's mind spun, trying to piece together the events of the last days. Faces and whispers flitted through his memory like shadows, hinting at something darker than he cared to acknowledge. "I remember the party," he said slowly, "but not too much after that."
Lucas's eyes searched his, as if looking for something hidden. "You were pretty out of it, man. But you went through with it. They said you're in, and Master Darius was proud to call you a member of the elitist stage of the Club."
Felix's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Lucas began, "that you're in with the big guys now. Wow, Sir, it is really a privilege for me to share a flat with someone who is so close to Master Darius. What's your impression of him now? I mean, you had met him before, but now this was different, I assume?"
Felix's head spun. Darius. The name invoked fear, awe, lust and desire in equal measure. "I guess it was much more... intense this time than in the café. He has an impressive personality...".
"He does, he does! He is the greatest mind I have ever met!" Lucas was excited to hear that Felix shared his feelings, even though Felix spoke in a very exhausted way, trailing off with his thoughts.`
"Lucas, at the party, I did something that... I did not mean to hurt you, it just came over me. Darius had my hand, and the whip, and..."
Lucas took his index, put it on Felix's lips and silenced him. "No need to apologise, not at all. It was the right thing to do. You are a member of the elite, it is your right to punish and whip me as you deem fit. It is perfectly normal for a master-slave-relationship to remind the slave from time to time of his place. And that Master Darius supported you in this, makes it all the more valuable for me."
Felix looked him in the eyes: "You are really fully into this, right? Like a brainwashed follower of a cult!"
"No, Sir Felix, it is not like that. I know that it may look like that to the outside world, but inside me, I know this is what I had always longed for. Master Darius just brought it to light. I was never seduced, manipulated or talked into anything, I was lucky to find someone who hit the right buttons with me! And, honestly, if I may say so, I think Master Darius hit some buttons with you. No one forced you to do anything that night. And I noticed a bulge in your pants when you hit me."
Felix let that thought sink in.
"Do you know what happened after the party? I barely remember anything."
Lucas said: "I don't know. You went off with Master Darius, and some of the elite, while I kept serving in the Bankomat, and also had some chores to do. But my instructor told me that you may want to log in and check your account upon your return here."
"Get my laptop!"
Lucas fetched the laptop in a second.
With trembling hands, Felix opened it and logged into the secure, members-only section of the club's website. The screen flickered to life, revealing a private message from Darius. His heart sank as he clicked on the link. The video that loaded was clear, the lighting dim, but there was no mistaking the scene unfolding before him. It was the night of his initiation, and there he was, on his knees before Darius, a look of submission etched into his features.
He watched in awe as the moments played out, his stomach churning. The camera had captured every detail, from the way his hands had trembled as he unbuckled Darius's belt to the sickening sound of his own voice, begging for more. He couldn't believe he had done this. Willingly. The thought of his friends, his family, anyone else seeing this was unbearable.
He told Lucas not to watch and made him kneel in front of him so he could not see the screen. Lucas was rock hard.
The video showed how he sucked off Darius. In a next scene he begged Darius to fuck him, and Darius did, raw and hard. It was doggy-style. The video zoomed in on Felix's face and captured his pain and his pleasure. There was another cut. It was a different scene, and Felix was now shown how someone, not identified, put a new collar on him while Felix was kneeling in front of Darius promising something.
The video ended abruptly, leaving him sitting in the dark, the laptop screen casting a cold glow on his face. He fingered his collar, and he asked Lucas to read what it said.
"Elite servant to Master Darius", Lucas read.
Felix knew he had been manipulated, that he had been used. Had he been drugged? Was that even him? Did they use some AI to produce these videos? No, no, he remembered parts of this. Memories came back. How could he explain it to anyone? But still, probably, there were some drugs involved.
Felix felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he thought about the video. It wasn't just the acts themselves, but the way he had eagerly participated. The way he had been reduced to nothing more than a plaything for Darius. He had been promised power, but this looked like massive humiliation. He wore a collar, making him a servant. He had been fucked in his ass. He had sucked off a man. He had kneeled in front of him and pledged his loyalty. And even now, thinking about it, it was not only disgust in him, but also desire. He felt an erection building up in his pants.
Lucas leaned forward. He shut the laptop and took it from Felix. Felix let it happen.
"Let me give you a blowjob, that eases your mind", he said to Felix, very calmly.
Felix did not resist. The first touch of Lucas's mouth was electric. Felix's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm wetness of his roomie's lips wrap around him. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan.
Lucas's tongue danced around his shaft, exploring every ridge and vein as if he had done this a thousand times before -- and maybe he had, Felix thought. His head bobbed up and down in a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and exquisitely torturous.
Felix's hands found Lucas's hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands. He gripped tightly, unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips as Lucas took him deeper. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability.
Lucas's technique was indeed fantastic. He had been expertly trained in the club. He knew just how much pressure to apply, when to speed up and when to slow down.
It was a dizzying, exhilarating feeling that had Felix's entire body tensing. He could feel his climax building, a pressure that started at the base of his spine and spread like wildfire through his body.
"Oh, fuck," Felix murmured, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Lucas looked up, his eyes locked onto Felix's. There was a silent challenge there, a promise that he would not stop until he had claimed every drop of his pleasure. And with that, he took him deep, deep down his throat, the back of his mouth hitting the sensitive head of Felix's cock.
It was all too much. With a guttural shout, Felix released, his body convulsing as ropes of cum shot out. Some of it went down Lucas's throat, but the force was too much, and soon it was painting Lucas's face, a hot, sticky mess that covered his cheeks and dripped down his chin.
Lucas didn't flinch. He pulled back, letting the last few spurts hit his face before taking the head back into his mouth and sucking greedily, eager to taste every last drop. The sight was obscene, and yet, Felix felt much better.
He took his finger, wiped some of the cum off Lucas' face and made him suck his finger.
Then he abruptly got up, pushed Lucas away and said: "Sick cunt." He spat into Lucas' face, went to his room and shut the door.