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This is a work of fiction. I don't believe there is a pornstar named Mr. Bang, but, if there is, it is a complete coincidence. The characters in this story are fictional.
This story involves consensual Dom/sub activity and sex between two men. If you don't want to read about behavior of this type, look elsewhere. If you shouldn't read this for legal reasons or because you are deemed too young, go away.
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I knocked on the door between my classroom and Janet's as I opened it. It was Thursday morning, and I knew Janet had left for her sister's wedding the prior afternoon. I expected to see Karen, Jenny, or one of the other usual subs covering Janet's class for the next few days. Instead, I saw a trim man with black hair tighter on the sides. His ass looked plumb in tight gray slacks, with suspenders x-ing across an equally tight checked dress shirt. He was wearing driving shoes with his pants cuff to show his ankles. This was much better than any of the women who usually would have been covering the class. And then he turned.
My mouth dropped open. And his familiar face smirked. I knew who this was, although he was wearing much more clothing than I was used to seeing. This was Mr. Bang, a Dom who starred in many of the BDSM videos that I found myself watching late at night. I didn't exactly understand why I would watch them. I found the videos extremely erotic, but the idea of bondage or pain as a personal experience was not anything I was interested in trying. Mr. Bang's films were my favorites. His Asian face was handsome but normal. That sounds bad, but I don't mean it to be. He looked like the attractive guy down the street. The cutie in the gym. He could have passed for any doctor in any hospital, any professor at any university, any worker at any job. However, he was always in complete control. It was so hot to watch.
"Hi," he said, a deep voice rumbling from his slim body. He stuck out a hand to shake mine, "Steve Chung." I reached out and took his hand. He had a very firm handshake, almost painful, not as one showing off or overcompensating for insecurity, but a confident and dominant grip. "Close your mouth." His tone was joking but had an iron order beneath the levity. My jaw snapped shut.
"F... Fe... Felix," I stuttered out. Beyond the electricity of his touch and presence, it was a disconnect to see him fully clothed. I was mentally fitting his muscular chest with the harness he usually wore. The slacks were overlaid with leather chaps or tight leather shorts.
"Nice to meet you, F... Fe... Felix. You may want to let go of my hand before your class sees us holding hands." I quickly dropped his hand. "I'll talk to you after class." He winked and turned back into his classroom. I watched his ass jiggle away from me in his tight slacks. I knew from his films his body was taut, skin over hard muscles, but his ass was full and firm, where the only fat on his body was concentrated. With the outfit he was wearing, most of the girls, and many of the boys, were going to have trouble focusing in his class today.
I took a moment to gather myself before turning back to my room and closing the door. I saw my class filtering in, and I tried to concentrate my class on the factors that led to the outbreak of World War I. It was not my best class, especially since every time I heard the deep rumble of his voice through the wall, my focus stumbled. Soon, the bell rang, ending the first period. I collapsed into my desk chair as the kids filtered out of the classroom. How was I going to get through the day?
I was jarred out of my thoughts when gray slacks sat on my desk, blocking my exit. I must have missed hearing the door open. I looked over. He was sitting there, looking down at me. I squeaked out, "Hi."
"Hi."
"Umm... ahh..."
"You can call me Steve, or Mr. Chung, or," his voice dropped, "Mr. Bang." He leaned in and whispered to me, "Or simply Master."
I gulped, "Mr. Chung, I am Felix Bachmayer. Most students call me Mr. B or Bach. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh yes, Bach. There are many things you can help me with." He smirked again. I felt myself flush. I hoped none of the students coming into the classroom noticed. "I have a work period after this one. Can I come to observe your class?"
"Uh, I'm giving a quiz, and then the students are working on research papers."
"Perfect, I can really observe you." The way he emphasized `you' twisted in my stomach. I felt a bit exposed -- and turned on. He leaned in close and whispered, "Why don't you sit on the front of your desk during the quiz so I can really study your... technique?" Although he phrased it as a question, it was very clearly an expectation. My breath caught in my throat. He patted me on the shoulder and headed back to his classroom. I was very flustered and glad that this class was also taking the quiz and working on their papers.
Too soon, the final bell rang. As the last students headed out, Steve came through the shared door. He headed to the back of my classroom and sat down without saying a single word. He sat and just started to stare at me. I tried to focus on shifting papers and welcoming the students, but every time my eyes crossed the back of the room, I got stuck momentarily. Soon, the bell starting class rang; one last student scurried in as I began to hand out quizzes. After handing out the last quiz, I started to sit behind my desk. Steve caught my eye and raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction. I remembered his instruction and shifted around to sit on the edge of my desk. He smiled, a look of approval and acknowledgment of the power he held over me. Cockily, he spread his legs and placed his hand on his inner thigh. He licked his lips and flicked his eyes down to his crotch. I swallowed and tried to rip my eyes away, but he had control. In my periphery, I could see that the students were all focused on their quizzes, not paying attention to the interplay going on across the classroom.
A few minutes into the quiz, the door between the two classrooms opened, and our principal stuck her head through. She waved at Steve and flashed a questioning ok at him. Steve gave her a smile and a thumbs-up. She turned to me and flashed me a thumbs-up as she mouthed, "Thank you." I just smiled and nodded to her.
When she left, Steve winked and ran a hand across his chest. His tongue slipped over his lips, and his eyes locked onto my crotch. My dick started to react to the show he was putting on. I went to move off my desk, but Steve caught my eye. He wagged a finger at me and arched an eyebrow disapprovingly. I settled back in. My cock continued to grow under his eyes. It was going to be a problem soon. My genes had blessed my jeans with a bulge that grew into eight and a half inches. If I couldn't stop this ever increasing erection, it was going to be on display for all my students.
One of my students asked for help before I became fully erect. I hopped off my desk and headed over to her. Luckily, as I returned to my desk, I was able to shift my cock up onto the waistband of my briefs. Steve smirked at me as I settled back on the edge of my desk. My cock swelled, thankfully contained by elastic. I knew he couldn't see my cock anymore, but he looked directly at it and smiled. This class was going to be very uncomfortable.
Soon students started telling me that they were done. I had them come up to turn in their test papers and then get started on their papers. I wrote a few questions and steps for them to focus on. I occasionally wandered through the rows of desks for the rest of the class, helping students as needed. One time, as I passed by Steve, a hand reached out and grabbed my balls from behind. I jumped in shock and discomfort. Steve was masterful, applying the exact right amount of pressure to stay below the threshold of pain. I bit my lip and tried not to yelp. Steve quickly released me, sure that no student had noticed. When I looked back at him, he was looking at the window, innocently.
Thankfully, the bell rang, ending class. As the students packed their bags, I yelled out some final instructions that they all ignored. I started to erase the board when I heard Steve come up behind me. I turned, and he was very close. He stepped closer, forcing my back against the board. He was so close I could feel the heat from his body, his breath as he exhaled. "Thank you, I enjoyed watching you... teach. Do you have lunch after this period?"
"Yes."
"Come to my classroom."
"I was going to..." He raised an eyebrow, questioning my choice to speak against his wishes. "I need to go to the teachers' lounge."
"I said my classroom."
"Ok." He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Mr. Chung."
"That will do, for now."
He stepped back just as my door opened, allowing in the first students of my next class. He left without looking at me again.
Once again, I had to discuss the lead up to WWI. Luckily, this group of sophomores was particularly engaged, and I had covered this topic many times, so I was able to fake a decent class. Decent was plenty good for now. Soon enough, the bell that ruled my life at school once again chimed, and the students filtered out. I took a few moments to gather myself. I was an adult man; I didn't need to act like a love-struck teenager hanging on each of Steve's words.
I opened the door to Steve's room. He was sitting at a desk in the front row. "Mr. B, can you show me to the teachers' lounge? I am famished, and I don't want to get lost." The command had dropped out of his voice; he was almost fawning in his tone. It threw me off. I had come in prepared to try to resist his authority.
"Sure, let's go." As I walked by the desk he was sitting in, he stood and followed me. We walked through the halls, Steve always a step or two behind me. I tried to talk to him, but it was too awkward with him behind me. As we approached the door to the teachers' lounge, Steve hoarsely whispered, "Don't eat too much."
Once we made it to the teachers' lounge, we both grabbed our lunches. I sat at a table with a few of my social studies colleagues. Steve took the seat next to me. He was very personable, and I could practically see the drool dripping off the female teachers' chins. I oddly felt a bit jealous about the attention he was getting from them. Soon, I felt a soft leather shoe slipping along the inside of my calf.
Steve turned to me and said, "Could you help me get back to my classroom? I don't want to get lost in the halls."
"Of course." I finished off my sandwich in two bites and packed my lunch stuff back up.
"Lead the way," Steve said, opening the door and gesturing for me to proceed. There was lightness in his tone, but I also heard an undertone of order in his words.
"Yes, sir," I tried to keep my tone jovial while still showing Mr. Bang proper respect.
As I walked by him, he breathed, "Good boy," just loud enough for me to hear him. I found a warmth spreading in my chest at the praise. The feeling surprised me, but I wanted more of it. Once again, he followed behind me, this time directly to my rear. I could feel his eyes on my ass. When we reached the door of Janet's classroom, Steve ordered, "In." There was no fun in his voice now. He entered and waited for me to follow.
"Yes, sir."
As soon as I was through the door, he pushed me against the wall, pinning me with a hand against my chest. He shut the door and got right up in my face. "What did you say?"
"Yes, sir?"
"When I introduced myself, I gave you four options: Steve, Mr. Chung, Mr. Bang, or Master. Sir was not one of those options."
"Yes, Mr. Chung."
"You only have one option from now on..."
"Yes, Master."
"You will go to your desk and sit there for the rest of the day, only rising as needed for teaching. You will wait for me at the end of the day."
"Yes, Master."
"Good boy." Maintaining eye contact, he moved his palm over and started to massage my nipple through my shirt. His other hand reached down and groped my crotch, bringing me to full erection. "Now go."
"Yes, Master."
As I turned toward the door between our classrooms, Steve slapped my ass, hard. "Use the hall."
"But..." He grabbed my groin hard.
"I said, hallway, boy." There was no vitriol in his voice, just unyielding expectation.
"Yes, Master."
He laughed as he watched me scuttle towards my door, awkwardly trying to hide my hard on.
Luckily, I only had two classes that afternoon. Steve came to check on me between each class period. He nodded to see me sitting at my desk each time. I didn't understand why I felt so compelled to follow his instructions, but the warmth bloomed in my chest again each time he acknowledged that I was where he told me to be.
After the last class, I sat waiting. He took his time. I sat quietly, alone, for almost 30 minutes before Steve came through the door. I turned in my chair.
He approached and stood over me. "On your knees." I looked up at him. "Now." I complied. He smiled and started to unbutton his pants.
"Not here." He arched his eyebrow at me. "Master," I quickly added.
"Beg."
"Please, Master." I was shocked at the whine in my voice.
"How far do you live from here?"
"A ten minute drive."
"You will finish every sentence with Master."
"A ten minute drive, Master."
Steve looked at his watch. "My bus comes in 23 minutes. You have until I get on the bus to get home and get a change of clothes for tomorrow. If you aren't here, we will never speak again."
"I have a change of clothes in my car, Master."
Steve raised an eyebrow in pleased surprise, "What a good boy. Always prepared. I like that in my boys." His praise made my cock swell. "Take me to your car. Leave everything here."
"Yes, Master." I led Steve to my car.
"Give me your keys." I complied, handing them over to him. "Get in the back seat." I opened the rear passenger door and slid in. Steve took off his tie as he settled into the driver's seat. "Blindfold yourself." As I tied the fabric around my eyes, my car started, and we pulled out of the parking space. Once we had, I assumed, pulled out of the parking lot, Steve ordered, "Strip."
"But, Master..." I started.
He slammed the brakes, violently stopping the vehicle. "Don't question me. Your clothing comes off and is neatly folded next to you, or I will get out of this car and leave you here."
"Yes, Master," I replied, cowed, as I started to unbutton my shirt. Soon, I was sitting naked in the backseat of my own car, being driven to a stranger's house. What the fuck had gotten into me. I didn't know, but my cock knew I had made the right decisions today.
Suddenly, the window beside me went down, and a breeze blew over me. Despite the warm spring day, I shivered. I had never been so exposed in my life. Anyone on any street could have looked in and seen me naked, blindfolded, in the backseat of a car. My erection throbbed. I had never been an exhibitionist, but Steve seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to turn me on, buttons I didn't even know existed.
After about 20 minutes, I guessed, we pulled into what I guessed was a driveway. The window closed, and Steve turned off the car. He pulled the blindfold from my eyes. We were parked beside a small bungalow. Steve got out of the car and headed for the backdoor. "Come on, boy."
I looked around; the landscaping mostly sheltered us, but there was still a clear view of the street through the leaves. Steve looked back at me with impatience. I opened the door and scampered until I was hidden behind the house. Steve took his time unlocking his door. I felt so vulnerable naked outside in the backyard of this house. And my cock couldn't have been more rigid.
Steve finally opened the door. "Wait," he said, shutting the door behind him. He opened the door back up, "And stop covering yourself."
I dropped my hands to my sides, "Yes, Master."
It took a while before Steve returned. The sun was warm against my bare butt. I had never been outside naked except for occasional skinny dipping as a teenager. I couldn't believe I was here. I didn't even have Grindr on my phone. I was single, but I did not want to take part in hookup culture. Yet, here I was, standing, naked, in the backyard of a BDSM pornstar who I had met this morning and barely spoken to. And my cock was so hard it was standing above horizontal, an occurrence that hadn't happened since my early twenties, over a decade ago.
Finally, the door opened again. "Come in."
I entered. Steve stopped me just inside the threshold with a hand in the middle of my chest. "Bach, Felix, before anything else, we need to talk for a minute."
"Yes, Master."
"No master right now."
"Ok, Steve."
"We need to establish an understanding." I nodded. "First, while I do BDSM in films, I don't do BDSM at home. I don't have a dungeon in the basement." I nodded again. While I didn't know I had been conflicted about this, his saying this lifted a weight off my chest. I was glad that this was off the table. "If that is what you are looking for, you should head out now."
"No, Steve, I don't think I am interested in that kinda stuff."
"Good. A lot of guys who hook up with me expect to be hooking up with Mr. Bang, not Steve Chung." I smiled at him. "But I do still like to be in charge. Are you willing to submit to me? You have been a good little sub all day."
"I trust you will take care of me, Mr. Chung."
"That isn't quite an answer, Bach. I need to hear you say it directly."
"Yes, I will submit to you."
"Thank you." He reached up and caressed my cheek. "Are there any sex practices that are off-limits for you?"
I shook my head. "I am usually a top." I smiled a bit wryly. "Although I assume that isn't in the cards tonight." He smiled and nodded. "It has been a while since I bottomed, but I am good for anything that isn't too kinky."
"I am on PrEP and get tested about once a month. I am clean and can show you my most recent results. I do have condoms if you feel more comfortable."
"I am on PrEP as well. I got tested about three weeks ago. I have only had sex once since then as a top. It's been a bit. If you are clean, I don't see the need for condoms."
"OK. Any preference for a specific safe word?" I looked at him quizzically. "I am going to push you tonight. Not too hard, but I assume you have no experience with power play."
"Uh. You are correct."
"I have plenty of experience with baby subs, but we have no relationship for me to know how to read you. It is important that you are always safe and comfortable with what is occurring."
"Sure."
"If you don't have a preference, I usually find red' and yellow' to be effective. Red' means all stop. Immediately. Yellow' is to tell me we are pushing into territory that is making you uncomfortable. I'll back off and give you time."
"Ok, red' and yellow' work for me."
"Great. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Master," I replied, sensing that this was a natural infection point. We had established an understanding outside of a structure of dominance, but this was the moment to drop back into my role.
"Good boy. You learn quickly." The warm feeling of making my master happy spread through me. "On your knees." I dropped to the floor. Steve undid his pants and pulled his cock and balls out through the fly. He had been free balling all day. He had a beautiful cock. Soft, it filled his crotch beautifully. And, from seeing it in his movies, I knew it grew to a respectable seven to seven and a half inches. "Suck me off."
I crawled forward and took his soft cock into my mouth. The skin of his shaft was silky. The mauve head of his penis was spongy and slightly rough, like a soft sandpaper. As I licked the head, he slowly began to grow. One of his hands ran through my hair, gripping it tightly in his fist without restricting my movement. The other hand slowly caressed the back of my head. Soon, I had worked him to his full erection. As I began to take the hard cock deeper into my mouth, I used my hand at the base to give the last few inches attention. Steve took his hand from the back of my head and wrapped it around mine. He gently slipped his fingers in mine before roughly pulling my hand off his dick and pinning it behind my head.
"I never said you could use your hands, boy." Using his hands, and my hand, on my head, Steve forced his cock deeper into my throat. When I started to gag, he held my head firmly in place. There were tears in my eyes, and I tried to force my nose closer to the hem of his shirt. While this was uncomfortable, I just wanted to make Steve feel good. Finally, I made it; my lips pressed against the smooth shaven base of his cock. Soon, I was running out of air. I tried to pull back, but Steve held me in place. It was only a moment, but I looked up in panic. Our eyes met. I could see horniness and a flash of desire to demonstrate control. He released me and turned, pulling his cock from my lips. I dropped my hands to the floor, panting for breath.
I watched from that position as Steve slowly stripped from his teaching attire. He slipped the suspenders off his shoulders and let them fall to his sides. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It was not a strip tease in a conventional way but a deliberate undressing. Soon, he peeled the plaid fabric from his torso. He was fucking ripped. His muscles were sculpted by time in the gym, not to bulge like a bodybuilder but to hone each muscle to perfection. He looked like a med school musculature prop wrapped in golden skin. He kicked off his driving shoes and stood in just his gray slacks, erection pointing through the fly. He slid the pants over his luscious ass and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and offered me his hand.
"Hey, boy, let's have a drink." The abrupt change of tone confused me.
"Um, ok, Master."
"I want to get to know you better, boy. You have my permission to talk freely until we finish dinner."
"Thank you, Master."
Steve poured us both a few fingers of scotch. We sat naked in his living room and chatted. It was an odd conversation. It mixed the awkwardness of a first date getting to know you with the companionable comfort of two old friends. Things felt natural. But there was a play of power dynamics throughout everything. While we were getting to know each other, Steve definitely took charge of the conversation.
We cooked dinner together. It was easy to be with him. It was strange. Besides the fact that we were naked, it felt like we were a couple cooking together on an average Thursday night. I don't know--I was single--maybe naked cooking is a typical Thursday night activity for most couples. We sat and ate the simple dinner we had prepared together.
After dinner, Steve turned to me, "Wash the dishes, boy."
I stood up and cleared the table, taking the dishes to the sink. As I was washing the plates, I felt a hand caress my butt cheek. I shivered at his touch.
"Cold?"
"No, Master."
"Good. I am heading to the bedroom. Join me once you have finished up."
"Yes, Master."
I finished washing and drying the dishes. I wasn't sure exactly where to put everything, so I put away what I could, stacked the other items neatly, and quickly wiped down the rest of the kitchen. I headed across the house to Steve's bedroom.
Steve had displayed himself across his bed, a tableau of masculine perfection reclined on a navy duvet, beautiful golden muscles against a dark background. He lay propped up on pillows, legs spread wide. His semi-erect cock lay arching over his hip. I stepped to the foot of the bed to drink in the magnificent scene before me and waited for his command.
He smiled and took me in. My cock, while still erect, had drooped to point to the floor in front of me. As he looked at me, I felt both exposed and turned on. My cock responded to the attention. Pulsing with the beat of my drumming heart, it grew until again it was pointing up towards the ceiling. I was older than Steve, but he made me feel like a teen again, experiencing my first time.
Steve pointed to an ottoman with a small table beside it. On the table were several dildos of different sizes and a bottle of lube. "Get yourself prepared."
I went over to the stool and lay on my back, pulling my thighs apart and bringing my knees toward my chest. I wasn't particularly flexible, but I worked myself into a position showing my hole off to Steve. First, I took the smallest glass dildo and sucked it down my throat. While I simulated a blow job on the glass shaft, I slowly spread a glob of lube over my hole. I lubed up the dildo and started to tease my hole with it. At the same time, I grabbed one of the larger dildos that looked a bit familiar. I noticed a signature on it: "Mr. Bang." It was a cast of his cock. I had actually, late one night, looked at purchasing this item, but had chicken out. Looking him directly in the eyes as I rotated the glass shaft, I jammed the replica cock down my throat. As I worked myself at both ends, I was able to see Steve's cock grow to full arching glory, pointing up to his belly button.
"Bigger."
I complied, grabbing a larger toy off the table. Leaving "his" cock down my throat, I used my hands to lube up the piece in my hand. Once it was slick, I jabbed it in my hole. I gasped around the silicone in my throat. It had been a long time since I had anything in my ass. I was tight, and the invasion was uncomfortable. It wasn't quite painful, but it was definitely close. But I wanted this, and, more importantly, I wanted to be ready for him so I could make him happy.
My desire helped, along with an extra squirt lube, to loosen my hole. Soon, I was ready for more. I pulled the dildo out of my mouth and started to position it at my other end.
"Stop." I froze. "Come use the real thing."
I got up and moved to the bed. I crawled up to straddle his hips. He put his hands behind his head and smirked at my actions. I grabbed his cock and positioned it so his helmet was touching my hole. I settled my hips back and felt his head pop through my ring. It burned. It stung. I took my breath away at first. But soon, I was able to push out and start to slide down, impaling myself on his erection.
It was a deliberate but continuous process. Soon, my ass cheeks were resting on his hips. He nodded and gave me a look as if to say get on with it. I rested for another moment, becoming more accustomed to the pole in my hole. I was very full, something I had not experienced in years -- and that time, it wasn't a very nice cock. It was uncomfortable to start, but I was determined.
Fully speared on him, I started to roll my pelvis. I was never much of a dancer, but I tried to work my hips as best I could. As I gyrated, I was able to start bobbing up and down. Soon, I was fully bouncing on his cock. I shifted my angle, leaning back to start him pressing against my prostate. My cock had deflated a bit as I first started fuck myself, but now as I loosened up, I grew back to my full eight and a half inches. My hard cock bounced and flopped around as I pistoned up and down on his hard on.
It didn't take too long before I was panting from my exertions. Sweat dripped down my torso as Steve just lay there, letting me please him. Suddenly, Steve grabbed my hips and held me against him. He grunted, and I felt his cock swell within me. I felt spurt after spurt of warmth flooding into my guts. The sensation was intensely erotic and set me off. My cock lept, and cum gushed out. I lost control of my muscles, only anchored in place by Steve's firm grip. As I came down from my orgasm, I settled down. Steve's grip loosened. I rested as his cock softened in my ass. Finally, I rolled off him. His soft cock plopped out along with a jet of his cum.
"There are wash clothes in the bathroom." His eyes flicked down to look at the puddles of my cum on his golden torso. I tried to jump up, but my legs were weak from the pounding I had just given myself. I stumbled before getting my legs under me. I went to the bathroom and sat briefly on the toilet to try to push most of Steve's load out. I made a warm washcloth and headed into the bedroom to clean Steve off. I gently wiped him. I watched his skin glide across his muscles. I started to get hard again just touching him. I was too old to have a quick turnaround, but this man was having an effect on me.
Once I finished bathing him, I put the washcloth back in the bathroom. When I returned to the bedroom, Steve was standing waiting for me. He approached and placed a hand on the side of my face. "You were amazing, boy. Thank you." He pulled me forward and softly kissed me on the lips. He spun me and placed my hands on the bed. He stroked a finger up my crack, lightly teasing my hole. Suddenly, there was a lot of pressure, and something popped into me. I felt full, and my hole was held open.
"A butt plug. I want you stretched for the morning, boy."
"Of course, master."
Steve climbed into bed and handed me a blanket. "You may curl up at the foot of the bed. You have been a good boy tonight. You made me very happy." I followed his instructions and wrapped myself in the blanket he had handed me. It was strange to be sleeping at the bottom of a bed with something up my ass, but I was drained from the sex and felt very contented knowing that I had made Steve happy. It didn't take long for me to drift off.
It was barely light when the alarm blared the next morning.
"Rise and shine, boy." I leapt up at Steve's command. "Turn." After I had complied, he gently pulled the butt plug out. "Go do what you need to do in the bathroom and then make me eggs, over easy with bacon and toast. There are three yogurts in the fridge. You may have one. After breakfast, we will shower. Let me know when breakfast is ready."
I complied with all of his instructions. Soon, I had his breakfast on the table. I finished washing up, and then I sat and watched him eat. When he finished, he pushed his plate forward. "Not bad. I am going to shower. Once you are done cleaning up, come join me."
The glass shower door was steamed up when I got into the bathroom. I gently knocked, and he opened the door and pulled me in. "Wash me." I nodded and grabbed his loofah and body wash. I carefully washed his whole body. Just having my hands gliding across his skin brought my cock back to attention. "I make you horny, don't I?"
I knew it wasn't really a question, but I answered anyway, "Yes, Master."
"Good. Wash yourself quickly." I don't think I had ever soaped myself and rinsed so quickly. Steve turned off the water. He handed me a towel and spread his arms. I gently dried him, as much a caress as a practical activity. By the time I was done, he was also erect. "You may use that towel to dry yourself as well." As the cloth damp with water from his body rubbed against me, my cock got extremely hard, once again pointing above horizontal. This man knew how to play me like an instrument. He stepped out of the shower and gestured for me to hang the towel. Once I had done that, he made me stand before the vanity. He tipped me forward, my hands on the counter, and spread my feet. He grabbed a little lube and slid two fingers up my ass. They sank in easily, as I was still reasonably loose from being stretched all night.
"Are you ready to get fucked?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you want me to fucked you?"
"Yes, Master."
"I don't know if I believe you..."
"Please, Master." Once again, he had me whining and begging for his attention.
Both of his hands grabbed my hips, and his cock head tapped my hungry hole. Then, in one gentle but insistent push, he sank his full seven and a half inches into me. He stopped to give me a moment to reacclimate to his monster inside of me. I breathed into the moment and soon was, almost subconsciously, pushing back and arching into him. Steve read my readiness and started to pull out slowly. He began a measured pace, helping me to be fully prepared. Once I had matched his rhythm with a combination of hip movement and contracting and releasing my hole, he started to take the fuck to the next level. Soon, he was pummeling into me, full force and speed. It didn't take long before he filled me once again with his cum. He leaned against my back, his chest slick with sweat. We were both breathing heavily, and soon our breathing patterns aligned. I once again got to feel his cock deflate in my ass.
As he pulled out, I felt something else at my hole. He jammed another butt plug up in me.
"I want you to have something to remember me by all day."
"I could never forget you, Master."
"Of course not, boy. But with this, you'll feel my cum up your ass at all times. I think we both need to rinse off again." We stepped back in the shower for a quick rinse. Our tone now was more business-like; we needed to get ready for the day, and the morning delight, while quick, had made our schedule tight.
We entered his bedroom, and I watched him dress. He pulled on an old jock strap, the two straps framing his ass perfectly. If this man weren't my master, I would have a great deal of fun with that juicy butt. I looked down in shame at having thoughts about topping him. He pulled on another tight pair of pants and a skin-tight blue dress shirt. He looked more like he was going to a modeling shoot than to teach high English. He finished with a belt, socks, and boots. Through this whole process, I just stood watching him. All of my clothing was in the car. Finally, he opened a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a pair of leather briefs. "Put these on." I took them and slipped them on. While I was quite fit, my waist was a bit larger than Steve's, and the leather had very little give. After struggling with them for a bit, I finally managed to get them situated around my hips. Steve nodded his approval as he pulled a tie out of his closet.
We headed out to get in the car. While it was still early, Steve's neighborhood was busier than it had been last night. I was both glad of the leather around my waist and a bit shy about following a fully clothed man to my car. I returned to my seat in the back while Steve got in the driver's seat. He turned and handed me his tie again as a blindfold. Without even needing to be instructed, I bound the strip of silk around my eyes.
"I had an enjoyable evening, boy."
"Thank you, Master."
"And you?"
I wasn't sure how to respond. It had been one of the best evenings I had had in a very long time. But it didn't feel right to tell him about my feelings. Our time was running short, and I wanted to be the best boy possible. "I am glad I provided enjoyment for you, Master." He chuckled and started the car.
After riding in silence for a few minutes, Steve said, "Unfortunately, I have to travel this weekend for a shoot." My heart sank. I had met this man about twenty four hours ago, and already the knowledge I wouldn't see him stabbed me in the heart. I didn't know what we had, if anything, or what this new side of my sexual identity was, but I knew I needed more. "I will be leaving right after the school day ends to make my flight."
"I could drive you to the airport, Master."
"If I needed that, I already would have told you that that is what you were doing." I dropped my head, chastised for presuming to try to give Steve a suggestion. "But thank you for trying to please me, boy." My chest swelled with pride, the heat of embarrassment shifting to a blush of warmth from his acknowledgment. "After school, you will be on your own."
"OK, Master," I sighed, trying to hide my disappointment.
We came to a stop, I assumed at a red light. Even though I was blindfolded, I could tell that Steve was looking at me in the rearview mirror. "Bach, while there will be nothing sexual or too inappropriate for school, I would like it if you would continue to submit to me today. I pushed some boundaries that I shouldn't have yesterday, and I promise there will not be a repeat. Are you willing?"
"Of course, Master."
"Take off your blindfold for a minute." I complied and met his eyes in the mirror. "Bach, I need you to consent," he emphasized the `you,' "not my boy. As much as we have fallen into these roles, I still need you to know I first see you as an adult and a very sexy man."
"Thank you?"
"So when I use your name and ask for consent, I need it to come from you as an adult who is consciously and willingly giving consent. Not from a sub trying to please me. I know that these two roles can feel hard to separate, but it is important to work to make the distinction."
"OK, Steve, I will submit."
"Thank you." The light turned green. He broke eye contact as he started to drive. "I really enjoyed our time together, Mr. Felix Bachmayer."
"I have as well, Mr. Steven Chung."
"I would be interested in seeing you again in the future if that is something that interests you."
I could barely contain my excitement. I squealed, "Yes!" I felt like a tween girl who had just been offered a hang out with a boy band pop idol. Steve chuckled at my enthusiasm.
"As comfortably as we have fallen into these roles together, there are two fundamental things I need you to understand. First, I truly mean it when I say you always have the right to call off our power play at any moment. I don't just like you because you are willing to submit to me. Two, I understand that you are turned on by making me feel good. But that is a two-way street. I don't see you as a sex toy, no matter how I may act in the scenario. Taking care of you and seeing you aroused are important parts of my pleasure as well." Steve was giving me a lot to think about. "I'll ask you one more time: Felix, do you consent to submit to me during the school day today."
I took a deep breath. "Yes, Steve, I do."
"Thank you." He glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled. "Now, put your blindfold back on." As my world went black again, I realized I still had no clue where we were. I hadn't looked at anything beyond Steve's face in the rearview mirror.
During the rest of the car ride, Steve told me his expectations for me during classes today. "I want you to sit on the edge of your desk as much as possible today, pressing on that buttplug every chance you get."
"Yes, Master."
"You will be in your classroom at all times except lunch. At lunch, we will go to the teachers' lounge together. I want to watch you interacting with your friends with that big plug holding my load up your ass."
"Yes, Master."
Finally, the car stopped. "You can take off the blindfold now."
I took off the tie around my eyes and handed it up to him. We were stopped in the back of the parking lot across from the school. It was early enough that there were very few cars in the lot, and the few that were there were all parked on the other side of the lot.
"You may dress now."
As I started to awkwardly squirm around to slide clothes on, he watched me through the rearview mirror. It was hot to be watched. I began to get erect. It was uncomfortable in the tight leather underwear.
Once I was fully clothed, Steve handed me his phone. It was open to a new contact: SUB TEACHER. "Enter your number. I'll text you when I get back. I want my items back. And maybe more."
"Yes, Master." I quickly entered my cell number and saved the contact.
"I expect you to be a good boy today. I'll be checking in on you, boy."
"Yes, Master."
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I had originally thought of this as a single story, but rereading it, I do see potential for future chapters. I don't have anything specific in mind yet, but if there is interest and some ideas come to me, I may add to this and make it more of a series.
Thanks for reading.