Darius 9
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9
Lukas' life started to change after the training with Joshua. Every morning, he had to log into Darius' website and see his duties for the day. He had to report to Joshua with a morning picture showing him completely naked. Sometimes, Joshua would comment -- on the development of his muscles, his hair or the look on his face. Joshua also told Lukas what Master Darius thought of him. That was a particular highlight for Lukas. He was in love and awe for Master Darius.
Often, Lukas would find orders in his file or get them as a message on his phone. He started to work for the Darius Club, sometimes boring stuff on the computer, like paperwork, sometimes he had to run errands, taking stuff from here to there. Lukas mostly did not know what exactly he was doing there, but he did it. It was his duty. It was what he had to do. Joshua said so. It was for Darius. The best tasks for him were those bringing him in closer contact with Darius.
At least once a week he had to go shopping for the Master and was allowed to deliver the goods to Darius' place. When he delivered something it was expected, as had been made clear, that Joshua could bring a gift for Darius -- even be it a small thing. Also, Lukas paid for everything he bought for Darius, but he considered this right and fair. It would have been presumptuous, so he thought, to ask Master Darius for money.
Darius lived in a splendid house, unaffordable in this part of the town for normal people, but then Darius was a not a normal person, of course. Whenever Lukas had something to deliver he had to identify over the intercom as a slave of Darius. Someone told him to get on his knees. The door to the place was secluded, so no one from the outside could see him kneeling in front of the door, but it still felt humiliating.
The door would then be opened by a young man, 16 or so, hyper attractive. Lukas understood that Master Darius only had the most beautiful boys in his direct company for household services (and whatever else Lukas may imagine). On bad days, the boy would laugh at Lukas and spit him in his face, slap him or even kick him into the balls out of nothing. Then he would take the bags from him and tell Lukas to leave. On very bad days, he would just take the bags from Lukas and close the door again without even noticing him. But there were also good days once in a while. At such days, Lukas was asked to crawl into the house. The boy would then order Lukas to strip completely and crawl into a room, and there he was: Master Darius. Often, he was sitting on a sofa, having a boy massaging him or so. He would mostly be friendly with Lukas, saying some nice words. Lukas was in heaven when he was invited to smell the Master's cock and to lick the Master feet for ten minutes or so.
In these moments, Darius exuded an air of complete confidence and complete calm. Sometimes, he took a phone call and, when he had his mobile in his hand, decided to make a video of Lukas. Lukas had to present himself on his knees, telling into the camera what a low slave he was and how he was owned by Darius and was willing to do whatever was required. Lukas was rock hard throughout these moments. Darius laughed at what he saw -- the formely self-confident student Lukas reduced to a puppy or a toad, only waiting to serve eagerly. He loved his life -- and so did Lukas, even though his life was so different.
At one of these visits to the Darius Palace, Lukas noticed something was different. He was let into the house by Joshua who wore a leather harness and shiny black shorts. This looked incredibly sexy, like a party outfit. "Come in, boy", he said to Lukas. Lukas said that he looked so sexy in the dress. Joshua shrugged. "Darius wanted me to wear it on the occasion. But shut up and hurry up now, slave!"
Lukas had to strip real quick and was safely bound into the cage. The cage was positioned so that Lukas could see the sofa where Master Darius usually sat. He had not yet appeared. Lukas also noticed that there were two more cages, but he was not able to see whether someone was locked inside as he was. After a while -- Lukas had again lost all sense of time while accepting his fate as a caged servant -- Darius appeared and he walked from cage to cage. He looked gorgeous as ever, his dark eyes having a sparkle, his white teeth showing his shark-style smile. He simply wore a white T-shirt, showing his well-defined body, and a loose grey jogger with Nike TN sneakers. He did not need to dress up to make an impression. When he came to Lukas, he placed his finger through the cage and Lukas started licking.
"Watch closely what happens today, slave!", he said. "Oh, I like your roommate by the way. Nice guy. Let's see what we can make out of him." Darius laughed and went on. He sat down on his throne-style sofa and clapped his hands. Joshua was by his side, and Darius fingers were at Josh's neck. This aroused Lukas a lot.
Now, a tough looking man in a stylish combat outfit came into the room. Lukas had seen him before, he knew. He opened a cage and let the boy out. It was one of Darius' household boys! A young blond boy that Lukas had often seen by Master Darius' side as his personal pet! The beautiful young boy crawled to Master Darius, keeping his head down. Lukas saw bruises on his back and ass; this most beautiful body had been treated harshly.
Master Darius took a deep breath. "You know the rules," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "You know what happens when someone breaks the rules." While Darius said this, Joshua looked piercingly into Lukas' eyes. Lukas swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the contours of the young servant's body. The boy's skin was pale and smooth, marred by the faint outline of bruises from past punishments. His body was hairless. His cock was already half-hard, a natural response to the fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"Go!", Darius said to his soldier-style servant. But then he added: "Oh wait! I want to have some fun watching this. Get the two new slaves to entertain us!" With that, the man in the army wear came to the cage of Lukas and opened it, loosened the strings and Lukas was told to crawl to Joshua. From the next cage another boy appeared, younger than Lukas. He was a young black, incredibly beautiful as Lukas thought. He was told to crawl to Darius. Lukas was a bit jealous that he only got Joshua to entertain, even though he admired Joshua, but he knew that Master Darius was the real boss of the club and had total control.
"Now, slaveboys," Darius said, his eyes flicking to Lukas, "you're going to entertain us while we deal with this unworthy object." He nodded towards his own crotch, where his erection was clearly visible beneath his jogger pants. Joshua took Lukas and let him sniff and lick through the fabric of the shorts.
Lukas was now pretty close to the blond household boy who was to be punished. He was trembling. He had his eyes fixed on the ground, but Lukas felt as if he was pleading with him. Darius's eyes while being serviced by the young black raked over the boy's body, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of the boy's fear and arousal. The atmosphere was thick with fear, tension and lust. He watched as Darius gave a sign to his executor.
"You're going to learn a lesson today," Joshua said, his voice low, whispering into Lukas' ear. "Don't ever forget that Darius is the one and only. You were born to serve him." Lukas felt his cock twitch. He nodded eagerly.
The executor came with a thick leather strap, the kind used for training horses. "10, and count!", said Darius. And the man in the combat wear did not hesitate. He kicked the slave, he barked at him that he has to stick up his ass in the air. The leather strap swished through the air, the sound sharp and ominous. The servant flinched. The man knew no mercy. He let it crack down on the boy's ass with intense force. The boy cried out. Then he said "One."
The punisher stepped closer, the leather strap now coiled in his hand like a snake ready to strike. He traced it along the servant's bare back, the rough material leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The boy's breathing grew ragged. Lukas's own breath caught in his throat, it was hard to concentrate on Joshua's cock.
With a swift, vicious motion, the man brought the strap down across the servant's backside. The crack of leather on skin was like a gunshot, echoing through the room. The boy yelped, his body jerking with the impact. A red welt began to rise on his pale flesh, standing out starkly against the white of his skin. Lukas bit his lip, his eyes glued to the scene before him until Joshua made him turn his head towards him. The slave whispered "Two."
The punisher raised the strap again, his arm muscles flexing, and brought it down once more. The servant's cry grew louder this time, his body trembling with the pain. "Three," he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with fear and agony.
Lukas's was now feverishly sucking Joshua's cock. He tried to avoid looking, but he had to again and again. The mix of pain, loyalty, fear and arousal was a heady cocktail, one he had never experienced before. The smack of leather on flesh continued to fill the room, punctuating the silence like a macabre metronome. Each time the strap connected, the boy's body jerked. The welts grew darker, and Lukas heard the beautiful blond crying.
At six, Lukas felt a bead of precum form at the tip of his own cock, without even touching. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with the primal nature of his desires. The power dynamics in the room were electric, and he could feel the energy coursing through his veins.
Joshua leaned in, his gaze intense, watching the boy's reactions with a twisted fascination. "He's a tough one," he murmured to Darius, who nodded, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. The strap continued to fall, each strike bringing a fresh wave of pain and a louder cry from the boy.
Lukas's eyes were glazed with lust now. The sight of the boy's suffering was more than he had ever imagined, and he found himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he felt the same for Joshua whose great cock was pulsing. Lukas knew that Joshua was going to come soon, and the thought of sending him over the edge while watching the punishment was almost too much to bear.
The boy's skin was now a mottled mess of red and white, the marks standing out starkly against his pale flesh. Each stroke was met with a gut-wrenching cry. Lukas felt a strange kinship with the boy, both of them caught in the web of Darius's dominance. He knew that his own fate could be the same if he ever stepped out of line.
At 8, Joshua couldn't take it anymore. With a gasp, he erupted, spurts of hot cum arcing into Lukas's slave mouth. The sensation was intense, and Lukas tried to catch every drop of Joshua's cum. He looked up at Darius, he saw a glint of amusement in his master's eyes.
Master Darius made the punishment pause for the final two. "Looks like someone enjoyed the show," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. The black boy had Darius' cock deep in his mouth between his full lips. Darius kissed Joshua. "I like it how you still enjoy it".
Then he gave a sign to continue and with unrelented force the two final strokes were given to the slave. Lukas had no idea what the boy had done wrong. He had seemed like Master Darius' most precious acquisition. Now here he was, on the floor, reduced to nothing.
"Well done", Darius commented, when the punisher went to his knees and put the leather strap into Darius' hands. Darius took his feet and played with it in the crotch of the army-style servant. "Thank you Master", the man said with an accent.
Darius turned to Lukas and the black slave. "Look at the worthless piece of shit there. Get off on it. I want your cum in his open wounds. Whoever shoots first may suck me off!"
Lukas and the black slave stumbled towards the boy who was lying on the floor. He looked unconscious, but at least he was breathing as Lukas noticed. "Go!" said Darius, and he and Joshua started to enjoy the show. Joshua leaned forward in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"I see Lukas has learned to appreciate the finer points of obedience," he said.
Lukas was rock hard, he started to stroke his cock right above the backside of the boy. He and the black formed a duet of wankers, it must have looked incredibly hot, he thought, and he wanted to win this contest very hard. The black had a massive tool in his hand. Lukas really got off on the situation and his cheeks burned with embarrassment that here he was, wanking over the bruised and battered body of a blond boy. The two competing slaves were racing for the shoot, and it did not take long before they shot. It was the black boy's juice hitting the body first. They both emptied a huge load on the boy.
Lukas was exhausted and a bit disappointed for not coming first. When their sperm hit the wounds the boy cried out again and convulsed on the floor. One of his wonderful blue eyes was opened and he looked at Lukas. Lukas felt really bad in this moment, but then he looked over at Darius and knew what he was doing. Joshua who had already come earlier now joined the two towering over the boy. He took his cock in his hand and started pissing on the boy just like that. He emptied his bladder and it washed into the wounds and caused more pain. At this point, Master Darius had already shoved his cock in the black boy's hungry mouth and was close to shooting any minute. Joshua took Lukas with him, caressing him slightly. Lukas was overwhelmed with thankfulness and happiness.
It only took a minute before Darius climaxed. After that he made the black boy clean his cock Then he barked: "On your knees," to the boy. The servant on the floor complied, despite his state, his cock bobbing slightly.
"This is your judgment: We shave your hair now and send you away. You may not return to the club or this house before the hair has the same length again. When you try to re-enter the club you better bring proper compensation. Understood?"
"Yes, Master", the boy whispered.
Lukas gasped. The boy had beautiful curly blond hair. It would take weeks to regrow it. But the judgment had been given. The army man came and shaved the head to zero. The boy looked very different now. With that and without another word, he was sent off -- he crawled towards the exit, naked as he was, and he was gone. Lukas had no idea whether he at least got some clothes or where he would turn now. Lukas was shaking and trembling now, but Joshua took him in his arms.
"Do you remember the five rules of slavery?", Joshua asked the black boy and Lukas. They both nodded.
"Obedience! Patience! Loyalty! Sacrifice! Discretion!", they barked in return.
Darius looked content.
"Master Darius has a present for you, actually", Joshua said, and he took Lukas by the hand and led him into the next room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black boy lay his head in Master Darius' lap while the man with the accent cleaned up the floor. It looked like a bit like a loving and caring family scene.
In the other room, there were two presents. "This is for you", Joshua said.
"May I unpack it now?", Lukas said.
"Sure." Lukas opened the parcel.
"Wow!", he exclaimed when seeing its content: It was a brand new, shiny red tracksuit with the letters "Slave of Master Darius" printed on it. It also had a gag with a strap that could be fixed to the head. The gag ball was gleaming red.
"Sometimes it's better not to speak or cry", Joshua explained, "and this helps you with it. Wear both things with pride!"
"I certainly will, Sir!", said Lukas. "What is the second parcel?"
"Oh, can you take this one to your room-mate Felix, please?"
"What is in there?"
"It's for him, not you", said Joshua and smiled.