Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 19:06:53 +0200 (CEST)
From: 74775@tutanota.com
Subject: Darius 5

Darius 5

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5

The meeting was set in the same room as the first time. Lukas stood in the
dimly lit room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so proud to be in
the presence of Darius again. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the
collar around his neck. As soon as he had entered he was sent to his knees
by another man in a tracksuit that looked like the club's uniform. The air
was thick with anticipation and desire. Lukas could make out several other
people, but he did not see much of them. They were all so powerful, so
confident, he thought...

He forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to calm his racing
thoughts. When Darius finally spoke, his voice was smooth and
commanding. "Lukas," he purred, "come here and show us what you can do."

Lukas crawled over to where Darius sat on a large leather couch, his eyes
never leaving the Master's face. He knelt before him, kissed his
feet. After Darius gave his permission, he reached up with his hands,
feeling the heat of Darius' skin, the hard length of his cock, taking it
into his slave mouth.

Darius let out a satisfied moan. "That's it, Lukas," he murmured, his voice
thick with desire. "Lick it... show me how much you want this." Lukas
sensed the others closing in on him, stroking their cocks.

"That's it, Lukas," Darius groaned after his cock was rock hard. "You're
talented. I look forward to making you a real slave." He glanced over at
the other guys, maybe six or seven, who were watching the scene unfold with
hungry eyes. "Don't you think he's talented, boys?" They all murmured their
approval. Lukas was filled with pride.

One of them, a tall man, early 20s, with piercing blue eyes, stepped
forward. Without a word, he let his pants fall to the floor. His erection
sprang free, already half-hard with anticipation. He gestured for Lukas to
turn to him, and Lukas obeyed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness
course through him.

The man guided Lukas to his knees in front of him, and Lukas found himself
staring at the thick length of his cock. He reached out and wrapped his
hand around it, feeling the warmth and the weight of it in his grasp. He
took a deep breath, than took the huge cock into his mouth. He felt another
man behind him. A pair of strong hands gripped his hips, lifting him up
slightly off the floor. He knew instinctively what was about to happen as
he felt the broad head of the other man's cock press against his
entrance. Without further hesitation, he adjusted his position, so he could
serve both, with mouth and ass.

The man behind him thrust forward, burying himself inside Lukas in one
smooth motion. Lukas sensed that he was fucking him bare, and he
shivered. But the man, whom he did not see, groaned, the sound vibrating
against Lukas' back as he began to move, setting a steady pace that had
Lukas' head spinning. The feeling of being filled by two of Darius' men at
once was overwhelming, both in sensation and in the raw power that emanated
from them. Darius watched, stroking his own cock. He had an extremely
good-looking, young blond guy in his arms who kissed him. Lukas felt the
heat, the sweat, the pain from being brutally taken. But this was only the
beginning.

With Darius in command, man after man was lining up, planting his seed in
Lukas' mouth or ass. They took no care, they just used him as a cum
dump. All of them used both holes. Once in a while, Darius fired them up,
before turning back to his blond toy boy, smiling and caressing him and
kissing the boy passionately. At the beginning, Lukas felt jealousy when
seeing Darius making out with that young blond, but now, he was just trying
to cope with the cocks in his ass and mouth. He had his eyes closed. His
brain was 100% concentrating on serving the cocks. Lukas, the perfect homo
sex slut.

One of his fuckers was different. Lukas sensed this, so he opened his eyes
to see who was now filling his gaping mouth. The man had black hair, brown
eyes, looking beautiful, but very confident. His tool was massive. Lukas
guessed he was 27, not older. He also wore one of those shiny tracksuits,
but his was black with an extravagant silver lining. He stood out. Lukas
was unable to tell what it was, but he felt a special attraction to
him. The young man made him suck the cock. "Yes," he groaned, his voice
thick with lust. "Take it all. Take what's mine." When he had shot his cum
into Lukas' throat, he whispered into his ear: "You will be mine." Darius
watched the scene with a predatory intensity, his eyes dark and dominant.

It turned out that the man in the shiny black tracksuit was his final
load. Lukas collapsed after having served so many cocks. He lay sprawled on
the cold, hard ground, his muscles screaming from overuse and abuse. His
flesh was torn and bruised, he sweated. He tried to catch his breath, but
the air was thick with the metallic tang of cum and sweat. The world around
him spun, and his vision blurred as his mind struggled to comprehend how he
had just been turned into a sex slave for a group of strangers.

But he knew one thing for certain: Darius was the one who held the power,
and he was the one who had brought Lukas to this humiliated state. Darius
stood over him, demanding submission, obedience.

"You see, Lukas," Darius said, his voice low and commanding. "This is how
it works. This is what it means to be beneath me, to be my slave. You will
always be at my mercy, always at my command. There is no room for
hesitation or question. You are here to serve me, to obey me, to please
me. Do you understand?"

Lukas nodded weakly, feeling the last vestiges of his defiance crumble
under Darius' intense gaze. He forced himself to meet Darius' eyes, his own
filled with a mixture of shame, desire, and fear. "Yes, Master," he
whispered.

Darius smiled. "Good boy," he purred. And then, his expression turning
serious once more, he began to outline the five concrete rules that would
govern their relationship.

The first rule was simple: Lukas belonged to Darius, body and soul. He was
Darius' possession, to be used and abused however Darius saw fit. This
included total obedience. Lukas was to submit to Darius willingly and
eagerly, offering himself up as a vessel for Darius' desires. A slave must
obey the master's every command, no matter how insignificant or demeaning
it might seem.

Darius asked Lukas whether he had understood what Darius had said. Lukas
replied "Yes, Master!"

The second rule was patience. A slave must be patient with a master's
moods. Slaves must understand that their master's life was filled with much
more important things than taking care of a lowly slave. "It is you",
Darius said, "that is born to help ease my burdens. Then you may gain peace
and clarity."

The third rule was loyalty to the Master and to the Club and its members. A
slave must be loyal to the master above all else. This meant putting the
needs of Darius, his friends and the Club first. Darius told Lukas never to
betray the trust he would place on him. The consequences, he said, would be
extreme.

It was only now that Lukas noticed that not all men had left the room. The
blond boy who seemed to be Darius' personal toy was lying on another
couch. He looked gorgeous. Lukas thought that the boy was consuming some
kind of substance, but he was not able to make it out. Darius caught his
attention again by putting a foot on his neck. When Lukas' head flipped to
the side, he saw the young man with the black and silver tracksuit standing
nearby.

The fourth rule, Darius said, was sacrifice. A slave must be willing to
give up its own desires and dreams in service to the master and the
Club. This meant forsaking family, friends, property, and the life he once
knew. Darius let the message sink in. He wanted to make sure that Lukas
understood. Again, Lukas said "Yes Master".

The fifth rule was discretion. A slave must keep the secrets of the Club
and of Master Darius at all costs. This included maintaining a certain
appearance of normalcy in their daily lives. "We can only exploit your
personal life to the fullest when you are completely discrete about what
happens."

"Yes, Master!", Lukas said. He felt the urge to confess that he had told
his room mate Felix about the club. He had broken the rule of secrecy
already. He spoke, and while he feared the reaction of Darius, he also felt
that he had to tell him. So he did. Darius listened. When Lukas had told
him everything, he gave a sign to the young man in the shiny black and
silver tracksuit. "Present your ass", Darius commanded. Lukas obeyed. Then,
the other man hit him hard on his already sore ass. Lukas screamed. He hit
him five times with raw power. After the man had finished, he bowed to
Darius and Darius gave him a finger to lick briefly. It had been aggressive
and tough, but Lukas understood that this was necessary to make him learn
the lessons.

"Upload the phone number of Felix and three pictures of him to the
website", Darius said. Lukas nodded. He was still trying to digest all the
commands and information. He knew that his life would never be the same
again, that he had willingly surrendered control to Darius. But despite the
fear and uncertainty that gripped him, there was also a strange sense of
peace, of belonging. He looked up at Darius, feeling a deep yearning
welling up inside him, a desire to please and serve his master.

Darius must have seen something in Lukas' expression, for he smiled warmly
down at him. "Good boy," he murmured, reaching down to stroke Lukas' hair
gently. "I know this must all seem overwhelming, but you'll adjust. You'll
see. Joshua will train you well." He gestured to the other man. He paused
for a moment, then added, "And remember, these rules apply to everyone in
the hierarchy. You are not the only one who must submit. And," he said,
grinning wickedly, "you'll also have to remember to sacrifice for me. The
more you give, the less you have to lose."

Lukas nodded, still trying to process everything. "Yes, Master," he
whispered, feeling a new sense of purpose rising within him. Lukas found
himself growing more and more fascinated by the dynamics at play. It was a
world unlike anything he had ever known, but somehow, deep down, he felt
like he belonged there.



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