The next morning, I woke up at six-thirty as usual and went through my morning ritual. In the kitchen, I heated two slices of bread before taking out a pan to cook my eggs. In a few minutes, I finished eating my breakfast, and before I could grab my backpack, dad called my name.

“Morning, dad.”

“Good morning, son. Before you leave, don’t forget to take the suitcase next to the front door with you. I’ll give you a ride,” he reminded me as he finished his cup of coffee.

“Why do I need a suitcase?” I frowned in confusion.

“How can you forget? You kept talking about living in the dormitories for a while now,” mum answered my question before giving a kiss on her husband’s cheek.

“What are you talking about? My school doesn’t have a dorm?” I asked questions after questions as I was getting more and more confused.

“Let’s get going, or you’re going to be late. See you later, darling,” dad kissed mum before groping her ass.

I looked at them in disgust before shaking my head. This was too much. Was I invisible or what? They would usually not do anything inappropriate in front of me. Plus, seeing your parents make out in front of their children was too much.

I walked out of the house, ignoring the suitcase, but dad took it for me and put it in the trunk. The trip to school was short and silent. I was still confused about the student residence thing. I never heard of it and didn’t even know we had one!

Dad dropped me off at the entrance and told me to go to my classes as he will drop off my suitcase at the dorm for me. Then, he left after saying that mum was expecting me to come back home each weekend.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside my school was the fact that there were no girls. Something has been off since this morning. This wasn’t an all-boys high school, and dad surely did not drop me off to the wrong school. Entering my classroom, I was relieved to see that there were no unknown faces. It was like every morning minus for the girls.

“Hey, Aiden!” Marco greeted with a smile.

“Hey, I know it’s a strange question, but where are the girls?”

He looked at me as if I said something weird. “Are you still asleep? The girls have always been in another building.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Haha, were you so excited to live in the dormitories now? I heard a few rumours, but I can’t wait to see it and maybe try it,” he licked his lips as I sat there shocked.

Did I hear, right? I really hoped this was a dream because this started to freak me out.

At eight-thirty sharp, the bell rang as the teacher got ready for class. I took out my books for the subject and nearly chocked. What the hell? Why did a book about bondage replace my literature manual? I quickly looked around and noticed that everyone had the same one. As if it was normal, the teacher started to talk about all the different styles of knots and what we could do with a single rope. She even had a mannequin next to her to show us a few techniques before leaving it to us to try on the person next to us.

This wasn’t an all-boys high school, and dad surely did not drop me off to the wrong school. He had to tie me on a chair with my legs up while my arms and body were restrained to it. This was so weird. From time to time, the teacher came to check on us and gave a few pointers to my friend. In the end, I was fully restrained and unable to move.

This was so embarrassing. I never thought I would have to spread my legs in one of my classes. Then, the teacher came to examine my friend's handy work. He did okay for his first time and told him to untie me so that I could do it too.

"Take good care of me," Marco winked as I uncomfortably smiled at him. If only I were doing it with a girl.

As I try to tie him as fast as I can while making sure to do it right, I ignore all my friend's jokes. His personality seems to have changed too. Everything seemed too real to be a dream. But it was still unbelievable that I had been transported to another world that looked like my old one.

"As expected of you, Aiden. It’s a well-done job as usual," the teacher smiled after checking my work. Then, she wrote something in her notebook.

When everyone was evaluated on the technique, she gave us our homework for next week before leaving the classroom. Our next class was as weird as the one before. I couldn't be happier when it was lunchtime.

After buying my lunch at the cafeteria, I went to sit down with my usual group of friends. As expected, they changed too. They were all more vulgar in their language, but I couldn't believe my eyes when some of them started to flirt with each other. I was confident that none of them were gay, but what I was seeing was contradicting that fact.

“Aiden, are you alright?” Stefan asked me with a frown while pushing a kissy Ray away from his face.

“Yeah, why?” I answered without hesitation, hoping that I was convincing enough. I couldn’t let them know that they weirded me out.

“Nothing,” he shrugged before going back to his sandwich. I supposed he was satisfied with my answer and shrugged it off.

After we all finish our lunch, we enjoyed the remaining free time before returning to class. I cringed when I saw what class we had next. Mr. Richard Wolf was our math teacher, but in this “dream,” he seemed to be a BDSM instructor? What the hell is that?

Just before we walk away from the table, Ray jerked up in his seat as if he had been awakened with a bucket of cold water. “That’s right!” Everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to continue. “I’m so jealous! How did you make Mr. Wolf decide to tutor you?” he groaned in frustration.

“I’m failing his class on purpose?”

“Come on, do you think we believe you? How can you even fail his class? I bet you just want to get into his pants. He’s steaming hot, and those eyes can even melt dry ice,” he moaned before glaring at me with jealousy.

“Well, unless you want to take it in the ass, I doubt you want to get into his pants,” Stefan stated as a matter of fact as I was slightly confused. Take what in?

“God, I can’t believe you guys. Most of the male students in this school would throw themselves at his feet for some attention. And you,” Ray punched my chest with his finger hard. “Get to be tutored by him in a one on one session!”

“I’ll gladly give you my place then,” I smiled as he looked at me in disbelief before sharply turning away without another word.

As soon as I walked past the door leading to our classroom, I could feel eyes on the back of my head. I didn’t dare to turn around already knowing who it was. First, it was embarrassing as hell. How can your math teacher transform into a kinky sex teacher? Second, I still don’t like him, and those eyes that Ray loved so much, intimidate me.

When the bell rang, the classroom immediately got silent as every student’s eyes were on the professor. The man was standing tall, facing us with his arms crossed on his chest. Instead of his usual clean, plain and formal clothes, he was wearing black. His shirt, pants and leather boots were all black. It made his eyes pop.

When he started talking, I could hear some students sighing as if they were in love. And when he asked for a volunteer, all the hands present in this room were pointing to the ceiling. This is weird. Everyone was way too eager to please that man. After randomly naming someone from the list in front of him, he started to explain the basics of BDSM.