This morning was eventful, to say the least. I started my new job as an English teacher at the local school after I got tired of my old job teaching English to delinquents at a school for bad kids. I was expecting an easy day but during the first lesson, Cole McCall walked in.

His dark hair and brown eyes mesmerised me. His sharp jawline and mischievous glint on his face made me question all my morals. Thankfully I managed to keep a blank face as I saw him openly staring at me from the doorway. I raised an eyebrow when him and his friend didn't move for a while and were just watching me log into my computer. I was a bit self conscious as I was wearing my glasses because I woke up late and was in a rush so I didn't get a chance to put in my contacts this morning.

I shamelessly watched his ass in the tight jeans he was wearing as he walked to one of the seats at the back of the room. That wouldn't do, I need him closer to the front of the room where I can admire him.

The class started well as I introduced myself and set the students off working. Of course I searched through the class pictures on my computer, to match the handsome face I was obsessing over, to a name I'd hopefully never forget. I had glanced up to look at Cole again and frowned when I saw he wasn't working and was chatting with his friend instead. I'd walked over to tell him to keep working and stop talking but I was not expecting him to backchat me. Thankfully though, that gave me an excuse to give him a detention where it'll just be me and him.

The rest of my day was pretty boring and normal. No other students stood out as much as Cole had. Of course there was whispers from girls fawning over me but unfortunately for them, I'm gay.

One teacher in particular has been hitting on me relentlessly since I turned up this morning. On my way out she even followed me to my car and offered to come home with me and "satisfy my needs". I've told her I'm single so she must have assumed I'm lonely and sexually frustrated but she couldn't be father from the truth.

You see, I'm into BDSM and go to a club called Club Sin. It's a night club dedicated to BDSM and is even fitted with a stage for live shows. I've been a member for years now and have become close friends to three people in particular:

Marcus Carlisle. He is the owner of Club Sin and pretty scary when you don't know him. He's one of my closest friends and trained me to become a dominant when I first joined. We've had our fair share of sexual experiences together which included him topping me as a part of the training.

Thomas Bell. He is my best friend and the one who actually introduced me to BDSM in the first place. His fiery ginger hair matches his exciting personality. We've also had sex a few times because he's a switch and likes to be a sub sometimes.

Lucas Wise. He's like a brother to me and is always the levelheaded one. He's the only one of us in a relationship. His boyfriend/sub Joey Jung is the shyest person I've ever met and probably ever will meet. Lucas has brought out some more confidence in Joey since he became his dom though so Joey is slowly making more friends at the club.

I'm currently on my way to Club Sin now, I need it after my run in with Cole. A good sub to fuck for the night is exactly what I need to get out my frustration with this boy, I wonder if Will is here or not? Will is a sub I play with quite a lot because he is the definition of a perfect sub, he follows all the rules and almost never needs to be punished. I'd never have him as my permanent sub though because he's too perfect. I like a boy with some fire who I can train myself.

I pull the car up into a parking space behind the club and climb out of my grey car. I'm expecting Thomas to be waiting outside for me but when I check the time I notice that I'm late for the time we agreed to meet.

I rush inside and go to my private playroom to get changed into my leather pants and boots. Checking myself in the mirror to make sure I look okay first, I leave the room and make my way to the main club.

The music is still quite loud and many people are still on the dance floor instead of sitting on couches so at least I haven't missed the beginning of tonight's show. Thomas sees me from across the room and waves me over. I don't know why he still does that, I know where we always sit.

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you but you were late so it's your own fault," says Thomas as I sit next to Marcus on the end of the large couch.

"It's not my fault I have a new job, which you haven't asked about yet," I reply sarcastically. Thomas rolls his eyes but asks how my first day went anyways. I tell him about the boring bits and the teacher who kept hitting on me.

"I also have this student who's mesmerising. I don't know what to do about him because he has a detention with me tomorrow after school so we will be alone for an hour. What if he tries something? I won't be able to stop myself!" I rant about Cole and that catches Marcus' attention.

"No. He's too young and you're his teacher," he says sternly.

"He's still legal, he's 18 I think," I respond stubbornly.

"I said no."

I turn my head away from him because his word is final. Of course Thomas doesn't care though.

"I think you should go for it, make him your submissive," Thomas says cheerfully.

"No you shouldn't or you could lose your job," Marcus practically growls.

Thomas rolls his eyes and nods his head at me. Maybe I should try with Cole? I understand what Marcus is saying but Cole is really hot.

"The shows starting now, no more talk of this boy," orders Marcus. We all nod and turn to look at the stage as the lights dim and the music lowers.

Tonight's show is a threesome with Darren and two subs, Gabe and Daniel.

I watch intently as Darren ties the two subs to a wooden X, one on each side so they are facing each other through the gap. He alternates both sides of the cross, teasing the subs with strokes and kisses.

"Master Nathan?"

My attention is pulled from the stage when I hear a small voice say my name. I turn to see Oliver stood with his head bowed beside me. He's another sub I get on with very well and regularly get with.

"Yes Oliver?" I ask and turn my body towards him.

"I was wondering if you were interested in playing with me tonight?" Asks Oliver in his respectful voice I've come to know very well.

"Of course I would, let's go to my playroom." I lead him to my playroom even though he knows where it is anyways.

When we get inside I lock the door and watch as Oliver gracefully drops to his knees in the centre of the room and adopts the attention position.

I love having a sub that will listen to everything I say and do so when I say but there's something about a submissive who defies me that makes it fun. Obviously without being too disrespectful like Cole was today.

I need to stop thinking about him and focus on Oliver right now. He is trusting me to give him a good night, I can't break that trust.

"Remind me of your safewords before we start," I order as I go to the drawers and pull out some rope.

"Yellow to slow down and red to stop, Master."

I know his safewords, it's just good practice to remind us both of them. It also lets the sub know he can use them whenever he needs to.

"Good boy," I praise and rest my hand on Oliver's head. I gesture for him to stand up and walk towards the bed.

"Strip."

I can't help but get hard as I watch Oliver take off his tiny shorts and untie his boots. He has a perfect body, a little bit of muscle but a mostly slim frame. His blond hair has fallen into his eyes so I gently push it aside and run my hands down the shorter boy's back, letting them stop on his asscheeks.

"I want you flat on your back with your knees to your chest," I order him and he complies straight away.

I wrap the rope around his calves and thighs so they are stuck bent then flip Oliver around. He yelps when I flip him and I can't help but let out a little chuckle. Now he's on his hands and knees but awkwardly because his legs are stuck.

I use another length of black rope to tie his hands behind his back so he has nothing to support his body with and has to put his face in the bed. I admire his toned ass and can't help but bring my hand down on one of his asscheeks, leaving a nice pink mark. He lets out a small gasp and I smile, knowing he loves spanking.

"Does my little slut want me to spank him again?" I tease as I kneel behind him on the bed, having pulled off my boots. He whimpers and pushes his ass towards me. I don't do anything but rest my hands on his lower back until he tells me what he wants.

"Please Master," he whines and I can't help but tease him further.

"Please what? Tell me what you want me to do," I order him.

"Please spank me Sir!" He cries out. I lift my hand and spank him hard, twice. His moans and gasps make me incredibly hard and I have to unzip my trousers so mini me can breathe. Oliver hears it and pushes his ass back to rub against me.

"Have you prepped?" I ask him before I go near his asshole.

"Yes sir," he replies breathlessly.

I shuffle backwards a bit on the bed and part his red asscheeks. I slowly lick up and down over his hole, making him moan and squirm. My tongue pushes into his hole and pulls back out leaving Oliver a panting mess. I can't wait to see him when I bury my cock into him.

I grab some lube from the cabinet next to the bed and put some on his hole. Carefully, I push a finger inside and feel around for his prostate. I know I've found it when Oliver lets out a breathy moan.

My cock twitches and lets out a drop of precum as I watch my finger disappear in and out of Oliver's hole. I add another finger and gently stretch him properly so I can roughly fuck him without any damage.

I put one hand around Oliver's cock and realise he's not going to last long. I pull my fingers away and get off the bed to grab a cock ring. It's made of silicone and easily goes down his cock and behind his balls to prevent him from cumming before I let him.

After a few more minutes of fingering and licking his hole, I ask if he's ready for my cock.

"Please fuck me Sir," he begs in a desperate voice. I roll on a condom as Oliver isn't under contract with me and that's the rule at Club Sin.

I rub the head of my member against his hole, one of my hands at the base of my cock and the other holding tightly onto Oliver's hip.

Without warning, I push past the ring of muscles and bottom out inside Oliver's tight ass. He squeaks and his body tenses up. I run my hand down his back to sooth him as I wait for him to adjust a bit.

"You okay?" I ask him and lean over to kiss the back of his neck.

"I'm fine, you can move Master," he says shakily. His body loosens up slightly as I gently rock my hips back and forth so I move a centimetre at a time in and out of him. When I'm sure he's loose enough, I pull back so only the head is left inside him, then push back in. Oliver moans loudly encouraging me to grip his hips tightly and pull his body back to meet with my harsh thrusts. Out slowly and in fast is what leaves Oliver a moaning and sweating mess.

It feels amazing to slide in and out of his ass, the prep and waiting was so worth it. I quicken my pace and hammer into his hole then slow down again. Repeating this pattern soon makes Oliver beg to cum.

"Please Master! I need to cum!" He whines.

"Not yet." I grunt.

My balls tighten and I know I'm going to cum soon so I remove the cock ring from Oliver but keep my hand tight around the base of him. I thrust in and out a few more times before I feel myself cumming.

"Cum baby," I groan as I release into the condom. Waves of pleasure take over my body as my thrusts become sloppy. Oliver's eyes roll back and his mouth opens as he moans loudly. A few thrusts later and I pull out slowly and remove the used condom.

I untie Oliver and make him lay down on his back for aftercare. Aftercare is very important after a scene with a sub, whether it be cuddling, a bath, or a massage like I'm about to do to Oliver now. It helps the sub and also the dominant to come down from their highs properly.

I go get a wet washcloth from the bathroom and clean Oliver's stomach and chest. Then I use a soothing cream on his asscheeks, which he wasn't happy about because he has to roll over so I could reach. He sighs happily as I use some oils to massage his thighs and calves where he would have been tense. He slowly drifts off to sleep but I don't wake him yet.

I get dressed and clean the oil from Oliver. Gently, I shake him awake and hand him his clothes. He changes into his shorts then we leave my playroom. He kisses my cheek before leaving to the subs room to get the rest of his clothes on.

"Do you need a lift home?" I shout down the corridor to him.

"No I'll be fine!" He replies then disappears into the subs room.

I turn and leave the club to go home and get some sleep. I'm spent after that scene. I wonder what it would be like with Cole?