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You know what's going to happen from the title. Also, I'm sorry for the grammar, I'm too tired to correct it now. And I'm sorry for the wait. 😅 Enjoy ^.^
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I was woken up by the calm deep voice. Opening my eyes, I tried to put a few pieces together not to feel all lost.

"Evan," he repeated for the millionth time.

"I'm awake," I mumbled, slowly rubbing my eyes.

"Breakfast is ready," he announced, then walked away.

This is exactly that day I don't want to do anything else, than just lay in bed and do nothing.

I got off the bed, changing into the new clothes. I still felt his scent, making me instinctively smile. He was so good to me, making me feel I was at the same level as he was, and not some submissive bottom bitch.

Taking my things, I walked to the kitchen, which I found thanks to my nostrils and the amazing smell of the bacon and eggs.

"Good morning," Ryan smiled at me, putting a plate on the table.

"Morning," I replied, still half asleep.

"You have an hour to eat your breakfast, so enjoy it. Also, where's your watch?"

Dammit.

"In your room, I forgot," I mumbled, finally eating the deliciousness.

"I need to be at school earlier today, headmaster's call, but that doesn't mean you won't show up. I already called a taxi for you," he announced, his expression softened.

"You didn't need to do that, but thank you," I replied.

"That's the smallest thing I've done for you," he whispered, touching my hand for a brief moment before he walked out of the room.

His touch left me confused, my heart running wildly in my chest. The moment I heard the door close, I started to eat with so many different thoughts attacking my mind.

After the delicious breakfast, I was already running late with the taxi honking in front of the building. Debating few seconds, whether take the watch or leave it, I decided to take it with me, hoping Ohm would be happy to see that.

So I let the taxi drive me to school, and even though I really wasn't in the mood for it, I was excited at the same time.

During the school, I didn't have any opportunities to meet Ohm, even though I wished to hear his calm voice as soon as possible.

Grabbing the tray with the food on it, I managed to reach my favorite part of the room, the corner with the calm peace compere to the loud noise around.

"Look at you, cocksucker."

I turned my head around to see Derek and his friends. My heart skipped a few beats, but I did what I could to look fearless.

Shit.

"What do you want?" I replied, hiding my fear behind the bored tone of my voice.

"How many times have you got buttfucked by our teachers, hm?" Derek mocked me, and I wished to be invisible.

I wasn't hurt by his words, they didn't offend me that much, but the fact that they knew about me, that they didn't ignore me, made everything even worse.

"Let me be," I mumbled, nervously looking down at the food.

"Listen to me, you fucker," Derek started, and right after his words he pushed my head down into the food.

"I'm not going to get expelled just because you became mister Ohmwrecker's new pet. Remember it!" He growled, letting me go.

I started to wipe away the dirt out of my face, watching the trio walk away, my hands shaking.

When I thought my problems with my shrink were finally solved, Derek had to come in.

"Are you ok?" I heard a familiar voice behind me.

What?

"Here, let me help," Bryce sat right next to me, wiping off the dirt of my face.

"I... I'm sorry," he mumbled, making me even more confused.

"What for?"

"For what I said earlier. You didn't do anything wrong and I was acting like a douche. Are we good?" He smiled at me.

"I think so?" I replied, when he stood up.

"I talked with Ryan, I-I mean with mister Ohmwrecker, and he mentioned mister Girberg. I would love to talk to you about that, but definitely not here. One quick beer tonight?"

Is this some sort of trap? Why is he so good all of the sudden? Although, I don't have any plans, maybe only avoid Delirious.

"Alright."

"Perfect! The pub across the bridge? 6 pm sounds good?" He asked me innocently.

"Ok, thanks by the way."

The rest of the school went smoothly, Derek was nowhere to be seen, and it gave me plenty of time to think about Bryce.

I spent the day strolling through the center, until it was time for me to meet up with Bryce. With each passing second my level of nervousness raised higher and higher. I didn't know what to expect from this, my mind imagined the worst.

"Hey!"

"Hi," I greeted him, after he appeared right next to me. Hey

"Let's go in."

We entered the building, being welcomed by the noises of loud people, something I wasn't used to. I followed Bryce, as he obviously knew this place better than me, and sat down to one table in the corner.

It was quite awkward in the beginning, to sit right across of somebody I barely knew, about who I didn't have great opinions, but I hide all of that behind the polite smile.

"I want you to know, that I'm really sorry about that," he began, right after they brought us a beer.

"You already apologized, that's fine," I replied, trying to get used to the taste of the beer.

"No, that's not fine. You see... ugh... Ryan really helped me out. In every way he turned my life to brighter side, and that's something I'll forever be in his debt for. And what I did in his house, said in front, was just... pure jealousy, I'm sorry."

What's he playing at?

"Bryce, you don't need to say those words. You're the popular one, nobody judges you for being who you're. So I really don't get why are you apologizing to me," I said aloud, being already stronger with the alcohol in me.

"No, you don't understand anything, do you? I'm not like this! The person you know from school, that's not who I'm. Did you know I have a cats? My lovely babies," he started, playing with his glass.

"I'm confused," I whispered, not realizing I said that aloud.

"Forget it, you'll hardly understand why I'm acting like a douche in front of the others, but that's fine. My point is, that I was just jealous. Firstly when I was sold to that fucking crazy weird man, and when he-"

"I don't need to hear about that," I cut him off, feeling jealous myself.

"You know him?" He asked me in all seriousness.

"He's just a... an acquaintance. I don't want to talk about him, nor do I want to hear what he did to you," I answered, taking another chug.

"He didn't do shit to me, but you don't wa-"

"What?!" I jumped into his speech for the second time.

"What?" He repeated confused.

"What did you say? He didn't do shit to you?" I asked, my head spinning a little, while my heart wanted to jump out of my chest.

"You left us, he walked in. I was blabbering about some things I want to try with him, but he didn't say a single word. And after few more minutes, he said to me to dress up and he left. That's all. But I got paid s..."

The rest of his words went into a big blur. My whole world shrunk into the small piece, while I tried to understand what was Bryce telling me.

How's that even possible? He said to me he wished that Bryce would be better than me! He said it. Why didn't he do anything to him? I thought he slept with him. I thought-

"Evan!"

I looked up to see Bryce, and I realized I zoned out for the rest of his speech.

"I'm sorry, continue."

"Alright, so as I was saying, Ryan really helped me out, and we had been meeting up since that day, but then he had less time on me and I find out he was seeing you..." he paused himself for a few seconds, before continuing.

"And I got jealous, because let's be honest, he's fucking hot. And the fact that he refuses to sleep with his students, it just adds a wood into the fire. You don't even know how much I crave for him, how many times I've dreamed about him. But we talked yesterday, and he told me about mister Girberg and you. I had no idea you were in the same shit as me."

So it's true! Mister Girberg blackmailed even Bryce, that son of a bitch.

"I'm well aware how this question is going to sound, but I have to ask. Did mister Girberg do anything to you... I mean like... you know?" He looked up at me, and I felt my beating heart.

He was telling me the truth this whole time. I shouldn't be like an ass.

"He forced me to give him a blow job first time, but after that there was always one thing that saved me every time he tried something," I replied, receiving a sigh.

"You were the lucky one, let me assure you. I was thinking pressing a charge against him? You and me are both victims, and now that I know I wasn't alone. He needs to pay for what he did."

"He surely do, but-" I tried to finish my sentence, when he cut me off.

"I already talked with mister Ohmwrecker. He's going to help us. I just need to know you're on my side, and I'll do the rest. Can I count on you?" He asked me, and I took a deep breath.

We need to make sure he's not going to hurt anybody else.

"You can count on me," I said firmly, feeling so good about this whole situation.

"Thank you, Evan! I really have to go now, my friends are waiting, but I'll talk to you soon, ok?" He smiled at me, putting down a money for his beer.

"Ok."

I watched, as he left, feeling suddenly so alone. He had a friends to lean on, and I had nobody. Grabbing his money, I walked to the bar to pay for the beers. After I was done, I turned around and did one step, only to bump into somebody.

"Hey, watch you step, assho- oh my god, I know you!" I looked at source of the familiar voice, only to see the man from the room Luke and I visited.

"Hi?" I scratched the back of my head, already feeling awkward as I recalled like he begged for my cock that day.

"My name's Vincent, but you most likely know me under my stage name Kenny. Don't get me wrong, but you don't look like typical man from the room. What were you doing there? Was it some sort of a birthday gift?" He asked me, and I felt my burning cheeks.

"No. My friend took me there... I'm not... I'm not like that, and I'm definitely not into that," I lied, wishing to be somewhere else.

"Really now? Alright," he started, scribbling something on the napkin, which he gave me afterwards.

"Here's my number, call me if you change your mind," he smiled, walking away.

What just happened?

I quickly left the building, enjoying the sweet silence. I didn't know what to do, refusing to go home to meet Delirious or Luke, but also feeling like a leech if I slept at Ohm's place for another day.

I guess I'm a homeless for this night.

I walked across the bridge, making my way to the city center, when a car slowed to my speed.

"I had been looking everywhere for you! Get in!" I heard Ohm's voice, and I gulped.

"What? It's almost midnight, you shouldn't be here," I objected, feeling so bad for him to be still awake when I knew he had to wake up to school.

"You shouldn't be here either, definitely not in this area and in this time. Hop in, or I'll drag you in myself."

I opened the door, getting in as he wished. My eyes found the way to him, and I felt worse than before. He looked so tired, exhausted.

"I was at your home address, but there were new residents. So I called your mother, her number were in your files. She didn't knew where you were, she was sick worried! So I calmed her, telling her I was just looking for you because of some things in school," he started, his eyes met mine.

"And I panicked, I didn't know where you could be. So I started to search the city, when Bryce texted me he was with you in the pub a few minutes ago," he continued, and I frowned.

"Why were you looking for me?" I asked, still confused about this.

"I was worried about you!" He claimed, and I took a deep breath.

"But why? I'm just your student, you shouldn't-" I wanted to continue, when he cut me off.

"You're more than just my student, Evan."

I felt his fingers enlacing mines, as he took my hands. I looked down at our hands, than returned back to his eyes.

"You said you don't sleep with your students," I started, when he leaned closer to my face.

I felt his fingers softly caressing my cheek, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. I was death frozen, the situation felt so real. Like a fulfilled dream, having something I shouldn't have.

"You're so hard to resist."

Only these words escaped his lips, before he kissed me. I was in such shock it took me a while before I kissed him back.

"I'll take you home," he whispered, when he pulled away from me.

"No! I-I don't want to go home, not yet... my mum and her boyfriend..." I started, desperately wishing to avoid Delirious for another day.

"Even though I feel there's more behind your reasons, I won't push you. Sleep over my place for another night then, but I need to stop at the school for a few things first."

He moved back, leaving me with a racing heart and pulsing lips. I looked down, nervously playing with my thumbs.

I'm so hard to resist. Does that mean he's going to sleep with me tonight? Do I want to though?

"I'll be right back!" He announced, before he opened the door and walked into the already closed building.

So I waited a few more minutes, anxiety building up. I didn't know what to do with Delirious, and I hated myself for running away from my problems.

I didn't do anything wrong that night. I just kissed my teacher, I just enjoyed the only moment I had. And I definitely want to repeat that.

Grabbing the keys in the starter, I left the car. I made my way to the school, walking straight to Ohm's room. I considered knocking, but my mind was already clouded.

I saw it like the way how to get revenge, how to calm my confused mind, show my rebellious heart I didn't need Delirious in my life.

"Evan? I told you to wait in the car," Ohm mumbled, looking for something in his desk.

"I can't wait anymore," I whispered, surprised I had a courage to say that.

He looked up at me, while I walked towards him. My hands quickly found their way to his, enlacing our fingers together.

"We can't do that, you can't fall in love with me," he whispered, and I smiled.

"I'm not, you're my cure right now. You're something I need, to get me free out of the chains of emotions. Just one time," I replied, my hands shaking a little.

"Just one time then," he whispered, and right after I felt his lips on mines.

It was in the first seconds the kiss switched to more passionate and hungry one, my hands in his hair. He turned us over, putting me on the desk without breaking the kiss.

"I want you to call me Daddy, you understand?" He asked me, his voice deep and husky, while we both tried to catch our breath.

Daddy?

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, embarrassed again. 

"Tell me what do you want? What does your heart desire, baby boy, hm?" He asked, licking his lips.

"I want you. I need you," I replied, seeing him softly smile.

"Really now?" He whispered, his hands quickly unzipped my pants, which he get rid off soon afterwards.

"Mister Ohmwrecker," I silently breathed out, feeling my whole body shake.

"What it is, baby boy?"

I locked my arms around his neck the moment he stood between my legs and leaned closer to my face. His eyes sparkled, making my heart race a marathon.

"There's still time to say 'no', there's still a chance to back away," he whispered, his lips brushed against mines.

"I don't want to. Fuck me, Daddy," I moaned, biting my lip.

"Evan, you're so seductive, have you ever realize that?" He replied with a smile, smashing his lips against mines once again.

My legs instinctively locked around his waist, my hips bucking forward, while he pressed my body against his so there wasn't even a small gap between us. My hands moved from is hair to his shirt, pulling it up with all strength I had at that time.

He pulled away, while I tried to get myself together, being so close to loose my reason self.  I licked my lips, as he took off his shirt, revealing quite a view. He didn't let me feast on that, attacking my lips once again.

I enjoyed the way my fingers drifted upon his skin, feeling the muscles I had no idea he had. I didn't even realized my underwear was already down, until I felt his fingers firmly wrapping around my cock.

"Ryan," I moaned, throwing my head back.

"You like it? You want more?" He teased, and I knew he was smiling without even looking at him.

"Yes," I moaned, already letting the great feeling take control over my body.

"How do you beg for it?" He whispered, and I wasn't able to think straight for a few good minutes.

"Please, Daddy!"

"That's right. Now, don't move," he ordered, while I laid down on the desk full of papers.

I heard him searching for something in his desk, before he he took my head into his hands, forcing me to look at him. It was just a staring contest for a few seconds, without us speaking, before he kissed me again. My shirt ended up on the floor not so long afterward.

"This is your way to pay me for my treatment. And let me tell you, you're such a sweet reward, baby boy."

I couldn't control my moans, his voice so deep and so seductive.

"Tell me if anything is uncomfortable, I'll stop immediately," he smiled at me softly, waiting for my words of understanding.

I pulled him into the kiss instead, enjoying the fire burning in my body, the fire he so skillfully started. I threw my head back, feeling him getting into me. I breathed through the pain, feeling his lips on my neck, slowly getting lower.

"Are you ok?" He asked deeply, and I nodded my head, moaning immediately as he moved.

The uncomfortable pain was shifted with pleasure, his hands and his lips taking care of my skin. It was so different than with Luke or with Delirious. He took me as an equal one, respecting my needs.

"You're so tight, so damn tight," he mumbled into my skin, sending a shivers down my spine.

"Daddy," I moaned, my voice already shaking.

"Is Daddy making you happy? Do you like it this way, baby boy?" He whispered, kissing me on the lips, while fastening the speed.

I moaned into his mouth, unable to properly get rid of all emotions that took over my body. The sound of the moving desk was getting me even harder, as I hadn't had done it in the school before.

"Evan," he growled, and I moaned louder when he hit my prostate.

"Fuck!"

"You're so good, my good baby boy," he whispered in a deep voice, while dug my nails into his back.

All I was focusing on was the amazing feeling slowly blasting through my body, as I was so close to the top.

"I'm so close, Daddy!" I warned him, right before he smashed his lips against mines.

I gave up, moaning into his mouth without any regrets, as he followed me no longer after me. He pulled away from the kiss, looking into my eyes.

"Don't think you're getting through my subjects by doing this," he whispered, making me laugh.

I ran my fingers through his hair a few times, waiting for my heart to calm down and my body get back some energy.

"I don't know what about you, but I'm hungry. Let's stop by the grocery store, I'm cooking tonight," he smiled, getting dressed up.

"Mister Ohmwrecker?" I whispered, after he handed me a shirt.

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"Oh, you don't have to thank me. We're both getting something out of this relationship. And as long as this stays our secret, I'm not your enemy."

Nobody knows about us, and I hope it's going to stay that way.