It’s not usual for an English teacher to be intimidating to his students.

It’s not normal for a gay English teacher to be feared by the kids he teaches, until he shows them all that he’s not a monster or a ticking time bomb, but a nice guy. None of them need to know the strange things that go on in his spare time, because to them he is Mr Sanders, occupant of Room 106, English Lit. No teenager that walked into his classroom talking of Friday night blowouts under the pier, or someone’s party at the weekend where yet another douchebag had to get his stomach pumped because he’d downed a couple of beers needed to know of the secret past he’d kept contained all these years, the people he knew and the things that he was known for around town. All these kids were lightweights and uninteresting.

At least, that was his opinion until cocky student Brian Haner had waltzed into his classroom one September morning and made jokes all the way through his first lesson. The teacher’s lounge had gossiped about that kid long enough for Matt to know that he was a clown who didn’t take things very seriously and needed to be disciplined. Ever since he’d heard the words leave the gym teachers mouth, Matt had retreated into his thoughts and spent many a night thinking about what he could do to little Brian Haner. Brian was dark haired and dark eyed, and every so often would make suggestive comments in Matt’s direction that not only made the older man blush, but grow a little in his slacks, which meant there had been many times when he’d had to fill his thoughts with his grandmother in an attempt to stave off an erection in front of a class, and more importantly in front of Brian.

What he didn’t tell his students, and what no one but his close friends who were involved in the business with him, was that he was a Dom. He would find girls who wanted to submit to Masters and break them in before selling them on. More recently however, he preferred to have a man underneath him and begging to be punished and used than a woman. They were whiny and bitched when they didn’t get their way, men just got on with what they were meant to be doing and didn’t question their Master. That side of him never left his bedroom, and it was almost as though he was wearing a mask when he walked into Room 106 every day.

Alone for the night, Matt had walked around in just a pair of grey sweats, watched horror movies on the couch with his fluffy Labrador Bella and eaten Chinese food, thankful that he was away from school for two whole days. Tomorrow he would round up Zacky and Jimmy and the three of them would go to the Dom/Sub house downtown and see what slim pickings were around waiting for them. He would be bragging if he said he was famous in that place, but he saw the way the men’s eyes seemed to light up when he walked through the plush red curtains and that was the only the beginning. Now, he was laid in bed, waiting for sleep to wash over him and for the next day to make its appearance.

These were the times, when he slept alone, that he wished he had a proper Submissive that he could hold through the night. Someone to spoil and not have to share with anyone else. It was the downside to being a casual Dom. There were moments when he had everything he could ever desire, but he could never shake the knowledge that someone else had been in his exact same position before. He liked the virgins, it meant he was always the first and no one else had touched them.
He wonders quietly if Brian Haner was a virgin still. Probably not, the boy was a slut already.

Suddenly, there is a crash from downstairs and Bella begins to bark like an idiot from the foot of his bed, poised and looking around for the danger. Sitting up and grabbing the bat he keeps beside his bed just in case someone breaks in, he whistles softly for Bella and as he opens the door, the dog leads him down the long winding stairs to the living room. He edges slowly towards the arch, the bat clutched in his hand as he stands to gaze upon what’s happening. The large window to his living room is wide open, and stood in the middle of the floor, eyes gaping around the decorative room, is none other than Brian Haner. Back turned to Matt, who silently puts down the bat and points at Bella to disappear into the kitchen, Matt takes a few quiet steps towards the boy and grabs the scruff of his collar, dragging him into his chest and catching him red handed.

Whatever it is that he’s holding is dropped with a clatter and a terrified Brian looks up at him, breathing heavily.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Haner? Breaking into my house?” Matt hisses at him as the younger man’s breathing gets even heavier, swallowing a large lump in that long throat that Matt wants to mark as his own so badly, it hurts to just restrain himself. He was only ever this rough with his Subs, and Brian was proving to be quite perfect for that role.
“Fuck. Fuck! I-I-I didn’t know it was your house, sir, I swear to God, please don’t call the cops and don’t call my dad, he’ll kill me! Please, I’ll do anything, anything!” Brian pleads and Matt pauses, thinking about the words that are spilling out of Brian’s mouth. He’s scared, obviously, but there’s some way that Matt can turn this to his advantage.

“Alright Brian. I won’t call anyone just yet. Come with me” he hisses into the boy’s ear and let’s go of his collar, beckoning him over to the staircase. Brian follows without a word until they reach the middle step when he finally questions,
“Um…Mr Sanders? Where are we going?”
He had changed now; the mask is on and he is no longer the Mr Sanders who taught this boy English. He is the Master who dominates and controls this small boy, and grabbing his jaw Matt roughly smashes him up against the wall, their faces barely inches apart from each other.
“Did I tell you to speak, Brian?”

“N-n-no, sir”
“Then you do as I say or you won’t like the consequences, understand?” he promises angrily and Brian nods, following the other man up the rest of the stairs with a strange swirling sensation in his gut. His jaw hurts from how roughly Mr Sanders handled it, but it’s a good kind of hurt. He wants more of it somehow.
Matt leads him into the bedroom he’d just vacated and locks the door behind the two of them, leaving Brian standing a little awkwardly on the plush carpet in the middle of the room. Matt stands in front of him, his hands pressing against Brian’s face, which has paled considerably.

“Take off your clothes” Matt orders, but Brian just stands stock still, ready to protest at the strange request, but Matt just takes another step closer and quirks one eyebrow up as a warning and Brian nods, stepping backwards to pull of his sweater. His jeans, socks and shoes follow, but when he goes to remove his boxers, Matt shakes his head and points towards the bed.
“Hands and knees, bitch. Don’t disobey me, you’re already being punished tonight” he warns and without complaint Brian stumbles over to the large bed and gets on his hands and knees, taking a deep breath. Matt quickly removes his sweats and his own boxers, revealing his cock to the boy who tries to hide looking impressed, but fails miserably.

“Are you a virgin, Brian?” Matt asks as he runs his hands over the boy’s naked body, tangling his fingers in the dark hair and tugging, earning a slightly strangled sound from the other man. It takes a moment before Brian replies, and surprisingly nods his head.
“M-M-M-Master only lets me please him. I am not to be pleased until I have learned to behave” he recites softly, and Matt realises that he’s already someone’s submissive. For a moment, his hands pause on the younger man’s hips. He has a Master, and somewhere in the back of that little head of his, there is the same dark being that resides in Matt.

“Who is your Master Brian?”
“M-M-M-Master Zacky, sir”
Matt smirks as he hooks his thumbs into Brian’s underwear and yanks them down his legs, throwing them somewhere in the room. So Zacky has already let this boy suck him off and touch him, but hasn’t pleased the boy yet. He wonders whether Zacky knew Brian was his student, but he doesn’t
want to wait to find out.

“If you are a good boy for me tonight, Brian, I will please you. However, if you disobey, you will please only me and you will be punished, understand?”
“Yes”
“Yes, what?” Matt snarls in his ear and Brian gulps again, his arms shaking slightly with a lack of strength.
“Yes Master”

One hand stroking the already red skin of Brian’s ass, Matt rifles through the drawer for some lube and something to punish him with. At the very bottom of the drawer is a long wooden ruler, and as it dawns on him it’s his student who he’s going to punish, a sick thrill runs down his spine as he pulls out the ruler and lays it on the bed.
“Breaking into my house is very naughty of you, Brian. I would tie you up and whip you, but seeing as this is your first time being fucked, I shall spank you instead. Ten spanks for breaking in, and ten for disobeying me on the stairs. You will count out each one and thank me after every five. If you hesitate, we begin again” he snarls into Brian’s ear as he picks up the ruler and spanks his bare ass five times with it, smirking when Brian whines out in pleasure.

“T-thank you Master” he manages to choke out as another five spanks are delivered and he thanks Matt again, hands balling up the sheets beneath him. It feels so fucking good, and every time he pauses, Matt’s hands caress the raw skin, which just makes him moan even more. As soon as he reaches twenty and Brian thanks him again, Matt smiles and puts the ruler down, uncapping the lube beside him, coating his fingers. If Brian’s never been fucked before, he’s going to be tight, and that thought alone sends a shiver down his spine and a delicious moan falling from his throat. Leaning over Brian, he carefully pushes one finger into the tight heat, and a whimper of pain falls from the younger man.

“Sssh, baby, I know it hurts, just relax. It won’t hurt if you relax” Matt promises as he lets the other man adjust, pressing sweet kisses down his neck and jaw, finding the sweet spot right beside Brian’s ear. Soon he’s moaning for more, and Matt slips a second finger aside as he starts to curl his fingers and stretch the other man, whispering dirty words into the other man’s ear. As a third finger’s entered and Brian moans like a bitch, Matt flips him over onto his back and grabs his long legs, spreading them wide for him and hooking the feet on his shoulders. Brian’s staring up at him a little scared, having noticed the hard on that’s currently poking at his entrance.

“Promise baby. I’ll make you feel so good” Matt whispers, and for the first time, he leans down and kisses Brian as he pushes all the way into Brian’s tight heat, letting out a satisfied groan that’s swallowed by the tongue of the other man.
“Oh God…hurts…” Brian moans in pain, his eyes scrunched up together and Matt continues to gently press kisses to Brian’s sweet spot, running his hands over the tanned skin and whispering sweet nothings while he waits for Brian to adjust. After a while, Brian’s bucking his hips up and letting out hisses and moans, begging for Matt to move, and when he does, he almost comes.

“Uh, you feel so damn good baby. So fucking tight for me, aren’t you?” Matt hisses as his thrusts start to speed up and go deeper inside of Brian. At this angle he can hit every spot that’s ever been imaginable and Brian nods, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in ecstasy as he grabs his neglected cock, only stroking himself when Matt doesn’t push his hand away and lets him touch himself. He strokes quickly, moaning loudly as he does so.
“Such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you Brian. Who’s your Master, bitch, tell me!” Matt orders darkly as he pushes deeper into Brian, his balls tightening at the knowledge that soon he can claim Brian as his own.

“You Master! I’m such a slut for you, a filthy little bitch” Brian shouts, breathy moans falling out of his mouth. Matt bats away Brian’s hand from his cock and starts to stroke the other man in time with his thrusts, leaning down and biting at his nipples with such force that Brian starts to scream underneath him.
“Oh, oh, oh- MR SANDERS! I’m c-c-cumming!” he screams before he shoots his load over Matt’s stomach, tightening around Matt’s cock and the other man comes with a shout, thrusting deeper into Brian as he rides out his orgasm in the tight ass of the other man.

Carefully, he pulls out of Brian and cleans them both up, laying the delicate body of a worn out Brian underneath the blankets in his bed. He curls up like a cat against Matt’s naked body, his long fingers stroking down the toned and tattooed torso of his new lover.
“Sleep, baby. Tomorrow we can play again” Matt promises, pressing a kiss to Brian’s forehead when he feels his phone buzz on the table beside him. Leaning over and glancing at the screen, he smirks when Zacky’s name appears on the screen.

‘Happy Birthday Matt. Try not to break him too soon- he’s yours now ;) ZV’

Matt glances down at Brian, who’s brown eyes have flickered closed and is now gently breathing as he falls asleep. Happy to me indeed, he thinks as he switches off the light and wraps his arms around his student.

Happy birthday to me.