Last night Thomas stayed over my house for the favour I promised him. And yes, that favour was sex. Thomas is a switch so he enjoys bottoming just as much as he enjoys topping, which is great for me because that means we can have sex without the awkward question of 'who will bottom'.

I invited him over last night and we went straight to the bedroom. He was so eager and quickly rid me of my clothes. I can't remember how many rounds we had but I know it was a lot and lead us late into the night.

That's why I'm so fucking tired right now. I'm still laying in bed and have Thomas' arm across my chest and his legs tangled in mine. I can feel his breath fan my neck as he snores softly. As much as I'd love to stay in bed for the day and possibly have a few more rounds, we both have work and have to get up.

"Thomas," I say gently, "wake up." He doesn't stir so I try and pull my body from his grasp which turns out to be more difficult than I would have liked.

"Thomas I mean it, get up," I say sternly and hope the sub in him listens to me. Instead, he just groans and holds me tighter.

"Five more minutes." Thomas grumbles and burrows his head into the crook of my neck.

"No, we both have work," I reply and wiggle out of his grip. Thomas owns his own hairdressing business and last time I checked, it is open on Mondays so he better gets his ass out of bed.

"Fine!" He sighs and sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes. I sigh and make my way to the on-suit bathroom so I can get a shower and brush my teeth. I glance at my contact lenses but I'm way too tied to be faffing on with those, so I just slip my glasses on my face and brush my teeth. While I trim the stubble on my face, Thomas comes behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his morning wood pressed against my ass. How is he even still horny? We had so much sex last night my libido needs to go into hibernation.

"Get that stick away from me," I growl and push away from the laughing ginger. Trying my best to ignore his flirting, I turn the shower on and wait for it to heat up so I can get under the warm spray and get clean. I take my glasses off again so they don't get wet as Thomas glances at my dick.

"Come on Nathan, if you're not horny then just a blowjob?" He tries with a pout.

"You've got a hand, use it."

I ignore Thomas' pleading as I quickly slather my body in apple scented body wash. He finally leaves the bathroom and I can finally relax without his horny begging. I swear that guy needs sex 24/7 to function properly.

When I've cleaned myself of the sweat and some semen from last night, I wrap a towel around my waist and go to find Thomas.

"What you making?" I ask when I find him in the kitchen working over the stove. I also stare at his ass as he hasn't put any clothes on yet.

"None of your business," he grunts without turning around.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you with your horniness, I just really need to get ready for work and you should too," I reply and stand behind him so I can wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn't reply and just flips the omelette in the pan as if I wasn't even there.

"Thomas, don't ignore me," I warn but he doesn't reply. Fine then, he wants a blowjob then he can have a fucking blowjob.

I spin him around and lift him onto the counter beside the stove, cautious not to get too close to the flame.

"What are you- oh." He gasps when I kneel down and wrap my lips around his now limp member and suck gently. His hands grip my hair as his cock hardens on my tongue and nearly chokes me as it grows to it's full length. Thomas' pants and breathless moans fill the room as my lips and tongue pleasure him until he gets too close to the edge.

"I'm close... please... Sir." With a wicked smirk, I pull off his pulsing member and stand up.

"Brats don't get to cum," I whisper in his ear and go back up to my room so I can get my suit on. I chuckle when I hear Thomas angrily grumbling and eating his omelette. The sound of him banging plates and cutlery about makes me wince and hope nothing's broken.

I check myself in the body length mirror and smile when I see how good I look today. I decided to wear my best navy suit with a light blue shirt and navy tie and honestly, I'm hot. No wonder Natalie and Cole insist on flirting with me every chance they get.

I grab some sweatpants and a shirt for Thomas to put on so I can drive him home looking half decent. Luckily, he's finished his eggs and obediently puts the clothes on. I notice he no longer has a hard on so he either waited it out or jerked off. That's not my problem anyways as he's not my sub.

"I'm driving you home," I announce when Thomas is fully dressed.

"I can walk," he replies with a sour face.

"Are you still mad?" I ask gently.

"Yes I'm still mad! You left me hanging!"

"You were being a brat, I had to do something."

"You're not my dom," he grumbles and shoves past me and to the front door. I sigh and hurry to follow him to my car. When we are both seated, I turn to face my sulking friend.

"I'm sorry," I apologise. "It's not my place to punish you or act like I'm your dom. You're my bestfriend and I should treat you like it, please forgive me."

He looks over at me and his eyes scan my face for a moment before he grins.

"I forgive you. But next time we have sex, I'm topping," he smirks.

"Not happening and you know it," I grunt and start the car. At least he's back to his teasing mood and not in a grump anymore.

We chat and joke until I reach Thomas' house and park outside for him to get out.

"Hey, just so you know, you're really hot in a suit," he winks before getting out and slamming the door. I smile to myself and drive in the direction of the school.

I'm sort of dreading my first lesson with Cole. We haven't spoken about the blowjob he gave me because it was the weekend and now I have to be mature about this and talk to him about it. Or not. I haven't told Marcus about what happened because I know for a fact he'd punish me. He'd have me bent over his lap and give me a rough spanking, Dom or not he'd still do it to me.

Now the bundle of energy I call Thomas is gone, I'm suddenly aware of how tired I feel. It can easily be fixed with a cup of coffee but right now, I'm going to focus on getting to work in one piece.

I park the car in the school car park and grab my bag from the backseat then sling it over my shoulder and make my way to the front doors. I yawn as I sign my name in at reception and the young receptionist notices.

"Tired?" She asks quietly and I nod before leaving to go to my classroom.

When I've logged into my computer I go to the English staff room to make a large cup of strong coffee and sigh loudly when Natalie is stood there. She's a maths teacher so has no need to be stood here.

"Good morning handsome," she purrs when I stand next to her so I can use the coffee machine.

"Please leave me alone, I'm not in the mood," I groan as she stands closer to me. I glance over at her body and see she's wearing a short black skirt and a cream coloured blouse that shows off her breasts. Unfortunately for her, none of that appeals to me.

"Why not! I'm hot, you're hot, we're basically the perfect couple!" She stands behind my body and leans against my back while her hands snake around my waist. Nope.

"Get off. I'm not interested." I say as calmly as I can as I gently push her away from me.

Come on coffee, brew faster!

"Why not!"

"Because I'm gay, that's why I'm not interested in you," I snap and instantly regret saying that. It's not that I'm ashamed of my sexuality, I'd just prefer it if the whole school didn't know.

"You're What?"

"I'm gay and not interested in having sex with you. I like men, and last time I checked, you're not a man," I reply with my back to her as I grab my mug of coffee.

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying," I say as I leave her in the staff room by herself.

I drop down into my comfy seat at my desk and groan loudly. Why is today so difficult? I still have to pull myself together and have a conversation with Cole. I drop my head down into my folded arms and let my eyes close for a moment so I can compose myself.

The bell rings to signal the beginning of the lesson and I hear my students walking in so I lift up my head and rest it on my propped up hand. I watch as Cole walks over to my desk with a mischievous smile.

"Hey Cole," I say and I'm surprised at how exhausted I sound. I reach for my coffee and drink most of the bitter liquid.

"Why do you look so... shitty?" Cole asks with his head tilted to the side.

"Oh thanks," I laugh and rolls my eyes. He raises his eyebrows and stares at me until I answer him. "I stayed up way too late last night and now I'm suffering the consequences."

"What were you doing last night?" He asks suggestively and leans on his desk. My eyes widen as I realise the mistake I just made.

"I wasn't doing anything- I mean I..." I stutter and Cole laughs, making me stop and sigh. "Just go sit down, I need to check my emails."

I log into my school email account and hear Lacey giggling at the desk her and Cole share. I also notice an email from Lacey herself. Is that what's she's laughing about? As I click on the box to open the message, Cole suddenly dives across my desk and covers the screen with his hands.

What. The. Fuck.

I stare at him with wide eyes as my brain processes why he would ever sit across my desk.

"What are you doing?" I eventually ask.

"Don't watch that, please," he begs and I squint at him.

"Why not?" I asks slowly but he just stares at me with a pleading face. "Alright I won't, just go sit down!"

When Cole has disappeared from my desk I close the email and check the other important ones from other teachers. I'll look at the one from Lacey at lunch as I'll be alone.

"Okay class open the book to page 54 and pay attention," I order as I start teaching.

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After my third class of the day has left, I open up the suspicious email and see a video is attached with the words 'enjoy ;)'. Curiously, I click in the video and sit back as I watch.

Surprisingly, it starts with Cole laying over the covers on a bed only in his underwear which makes my cock twitch in my pants. He starts humping at the pillow in front of him and moaning incoherently. That is until the camera gets closer to him.

"Hmmm... Nathan! Harder!" He moans and I can't help but get hard at the sight of him moaning my name. Oh shit that's hot.

Quickly, I delete the video and try to compose myself. I'm now hard as a rock and blushing like mad.

I need this boy to be mine. Without thinking it through, I write my number down on some paper and leave the classroom and go to the lunch hall where Cole will be. I spot him at a table with Lacey and walk purposefully towards them. I lean down to Cole's ear and slip the paper into his back pocket.

"I'm honoured that you moan my name in your sleep," I say lowly then walk away from the blushing boy.

I make my way back to my classroom and call Marcus. If I want him to be my submissive I'm going to have to get permission first.

"Hey Nathan, thanks for waking me up this early," says Marcus sarcastically. It's true that he'll still be in bed because he doesn't go to sleep until 4 in the morning when the club shuts.

"Sorry Marcus, I need to ask you something."

"Go ahead." I hear shuffling around so I assume he's getting out of bed now.

"I want Cole to be my sub."

"No. He's still in school and not even in the lifestyle. And how do you even know he'd say yes." Marcus says sternly.

"Well... about that."

"What did you do?"

"I kissed him, and he gave me a blowjob," I whisper the last part and await Marcus' angry voice.

"For fucks sake Nathan," he groans and sighs. "Fine, if he's that into it, then talk to him about being your sub but I will be watching you both very closely."

"Thank you! I promise not to disappoint!" I say and hang up after he grumbles a goodbye.

One step closer to having him as my sub. Now I just have to introduce Cole to BDSM. Easier said than done. What if he has misconceptions about the lifestyle and thinks I'm expecting him to be my sex slave? It's true that BDSM has a lot of stigma around it as people outside of the lifestyle see it as an excuse to abuse your partner but that is far from the truth. BDSM is all about consent from both parties and that means having safewords and limits and a contract that will clearly show these limits. A real Dom never goes over a sub's limit unless it is a soft limit and the sub has agreed to it beforehand. Even then, the Dom should take it slowly and not push too much.

I just hope Cole understands this and doesn't shut me down as soon as I bring it up.