Meeting his daddy professor (mxm)- 18+ advised

Pent-up energy

Devon's POV

Despite being the weekend, I was restless. I haven't slept a wink yesterday. New house, new bed, new everything. Yet, I am still being me. Coming here was supposed to be a fresh start. My new beginning. Away from everything that happened with her. Elena. Even thinking of her name, I feel a sting in my heart. So many painful memories that I am trying to bury. How am I supposed to move on? I thought I was doing fine, but one look at Cole has me reminded of her. It's not that they look the same. Far from it actually. Her complexion was a smooth sun-kissed bronze, which complemented her stormy grey eyes and her straight black raven hair. She was a petite goddess. My petite goddess. I shook my head to get rid of these harmful thoughts. 

It was the way she looked at me. The same way Cole does. A gaze full of innocence, yet fire is lurking underneath it. Provoking me to fulfill all their deepest desires. Their eagerness to please me had me attracted to both of them. It fueled my dominant side and begged me to unleash it upon them. Even though my relationship with Elena ended tragically, maybe with Cole it can be different. Who am I kidding? I am not ready for any of this. All my rage, my frustration, my desperation it's still there. Eating my soul, one piece at a time. I am sinking in despair by each passing day with no one to share my pain. It's better this way. I can not be weak. I won't be weak. Maybe I just need to get these feelings out of my system. Everything will be better then. I was determined to get past this.

I then remembered Eric, my friend from the university, and fellow dom. He put a word for me to get the job as an English professor and he helped me get back on my feet and settle down in this city. He told me the other day of a low-key invite-only s*x club, that he was a member of. The way he described it made an impression on me. It appeared like they made your every wish come true. Eric was certainly a frequent customer. He enjoyed their services, as he put it. He was more into master-sub play. Completely different from me. I am a Daddy dom. Although I enjoy being the dominant one, I crave taking care of my little one. I needed the comfort it would bring having one. I was again getting frustrated with my line of thoughts. Maybe paying a visit to this club isn't such a bad thing. It would give me a chance to release all that pent-up energy. I need to clear my head before Monday comes. 

I pick up my phone from the drawer and call Eric. The line ringed twice before he picked up the phone.

"Hey, buddy! Long time no see. Did you miss me already?", Eric snickered at his own words.

I huffed already being fed up with his cheery attitude. 

"Eric, tone it down, will you?", I asked, more like demanded of him. 

But Eric being the i***t that he is said: 

"Awww is my friend grumpier than usual? Maybe a little sweet thing can cheer you up.", he said.

I sighed, already feeling that this conversation is taking longer than expected. I love him, but I swear to God this attitude of his is getting on my nerves. He isn't wrong though. 

"That is actually why I called Eric.", I replied calmly. And before he could utter another word that could make me hung up on him, I continued:

"I remembered when you told me on Friday about a s*x club. I think it would benefit all of us if I could go and release some of my frustration.", I said in an even tone.

"Can you get me inside, Eric?", I asked, getting to the point of this call.

There was a long pause from the other line before Eric spoke up.

"Of course I can, Devon. You know I am your best friend right? You didn't even have to ask. Consider it done.", he said seriously, all his previous goofy side gone. 

I heard him sigh for a moment and he continued:

" You are going to get through this, Devon. Trust me. It is only a matter of time. I am sending you the details for the club in a bit. Have fun and call me if anything happens, okay?", Eric said.

I didn't even know what to reply to his statement, so I just said:

"Thank you for everything, Eric. I will talk to you on Monday.".

With that, I disconnected the call and got ready for the club. After getting a bath and dressing up, I heard my phone ping. I looked at it and there was a message from Eric.

"Devon, I am sending you the details for the club.

Name: "The Secret Place"

Address: 23 Riverside West

Password: Sting

I might pass by later this evening too, so maybe I will see you there.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. "

I went through all the information he provided me and got on the road heading for the club.

After about thirty minutes, I arrived in front of this so-called "The Secret Place". The building itself and the exterior were not much. Rather looking bare and simple. Maybe it was intentional, not to attract the wrong crowd. I looked around, noticing the tight security. It was definitely guarded heavily. I made my way to the entrance of the club and got inside after a rigorous check-up. Eric was not kidding when he said that it was guarded better than a prison. There were cameras everywhere and every a few feet a bodyguard was stationed. Now the inside of the s*x club was surprising. Everything was either black or red. It was not tacky though. Burgundy velvet couches combined with black oak were placed all over the place. The low dimmed lighting with a red hue gave the club a sensual, yet warm feeling. I was simply amazed, so I stood from above and took it all in. There were even poles with strippers. That was expected of a s*x club of course, but the dancers wore costumes and big feathered masks. At a first glance, everything seemed too classy for a s*x club. This first room was kind of a lounge, to get a drink and acclimate, before visiting the other rooms. I thought it was just a lounge, but then I noticed a waiter on their knees sucking a customer's c**k like their life depended on it. I was so focused on the design that I overlooked this scene. Sure enough, looking at the other tables, there was a mixture of dancers and/or waiters at each table pleasing sexually every wanting customer. I approached someone to help me find what I was looking for and she differed me to a scrawny-looking guy inside a room. 

"This is Adam, Mr. Steele. I am sure he will be happy to assist your needs this evening.", she said and walked out the door, closing it behind her and leaving us alone.

The room was equipped with everything a dom would ever need and my mind was racing with what I was going to do. I cleared my thoughts and focused on the guy, Adam. He hasn't said a word ever since that woman left and he was looking down at the floor. Someone would have thought he was afraid of me or was timid, but his posture and facade were collected and calm. He was truly a sub at heart and it was showing. I didn't know of course if this was an act, but my instincts never failed me. I guess we will find out, I thought.

"Remove your clothes and bend over the bed. Now.", I said in a calm but authoritative voice.

He obeyed without even glancing at me and positioned himself on the bed.

I turned around and got the stuff I was going to use for now. I went behind him and picked his hands and placed them behind his back. Adam lost his balance and fell flat on the bed, but he didn't complain. I grabbed the handcuffs and secured his wrists in them, and stepped back to take a look at him. He was pleasant on the eye with feminine characteristics, enhancing his fragile and innocent look. I grabbed his ass cheek and examined his backside. He wasn't tight, but not overused. I didn't plan to f**k his asshole, but I needed to know how extreme I can be. I may be a dom, but I am not heartless. 

I kneaded his cheeks for a minute and in a beat, I landed the first slap on his ass.

Adam shouted in surprise but after that, he composed himself and endured me spanking his ass.

After thirty slaps, I examined my work. It felt great being in control of someone again and I was feeling somewhat lighter. Adam's ass was already red, but I took it up a notch and grabbed the paddle. 

Even if Adam stayed quiet during the spanking with my hands, the paddle seemed to unleash his moans to the room, since with every strike he became increasingly hot and bothered. 

"Please sir, I need to cum.Grant me my release, master.", he shouted and moaned at the same time.

I didn't reply to his plea and carried on with my sweet torture. 

When I had my fill and felt content, I stopped. Adam started mewling and muttered incoherent words, but I understood him completely. I took a big dildo from the shelf and rubbed the tip on his ass. His senses were haywire and begged me for his release once again. I wanted to do just that since he helped me calm down, so I bent down on his ear, nibbled it, and whispered:

"Please your master, sub. f**k my c**k hard and come for me.".

In a flash, Adam took the entire length of the dildo inside him and moved rhythmically, whilst moaning like a slut on heat. He grunted and released his c*m on the bed. He breathed heavily and I freed him from the handcuffs. He turned my way with a small smile, but that quickly turned to confusion, seeing the dildo on my hand and my pants still on. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came. He looked like a gaping fish. Adam reconsidered, seeing me getting slightly agitated and kept quiet.

I thanked him for his services and together we walked out the door, only for me to come face to face with Cole. What the f**k was he doing here? I looked at his skanky outfit and I saw red. Did he work here? Was he used as a f**k-toy for every man and woman like all the others here? Why would he work in this godforsaken place? My mind was swarmed with ideas and different possibilities. In all of them, Cole was getting used and discarded as I did with Adam.

I barely missed the words coming out of Cole's mind and I took a minute to compose myself.

His overconfident front seemed fake to my eyes, but I did not comment on it. With his audacity though, I couldn't hold back. It was exactly what landed him in this situation with me. He really should learn when it is appropriate to talk back and to whom. I was really curious about his decision to become my slave, so I asked him about it, but he dismissed me in a beat when he was called by his boss.

I did not know what to make out of this interaction. I completely forgot about Adam in the back, but I was not going to offer any explanations to him or anyone. I nodded at him and left the club. My first time here left me a sweet and sour taste. Although now that I know that Cole works here, I will definitely come back.

Upon entering my penthouse, I went to my office and poured some scotch in a glass. Contemplating my next move with Cole, I laughed, shaking my head.

"You won't know what's coming your way, little boy.".