(You didn’t answered about the biographies, so I didn’t include it. If you’d like, I’ll put one with my next post. I hope it’s alright! ^u^ )

His papers. Keys. Cigarettes. What else? Ah, yes, his agenda book…Professor Lark lifted the heavy binder into his arms along with various other items. He shifted them awkwardly, moving out of his tiny bedroom. He managed to lock the door and make it to his car without dropping a single item. The little ford focus was backed out slowly.

It was to be his second year teaching biology at the nearby private collage. And Nicodemus was truly looking forward to it. Autumn had taken hold early, and unable to help himself, the young teacher lowered his windows, letting his dark brown raggedly cut hair dance around his face in the wind. Last year, he’d experimented with several different aspects of teaching. This year, he’d take his ‘teaching’ to a new level.

It was a short drive from the apartment complex to the school, and the tiny car was parked quickly in the teacher’s lot. Nicodemus climbed out, and gathered his items from the backseat, grinning as his mind thought ahead. Oh, yes, this year was to be splendid indeed. The items were shoved into a bag the male dug out from under his seat, though they were tossed in haphazardly.

Still grinning, Nic whistled softly, toting the bag through the hallways, moving around students and waving to a few teachers. His classroom was nice, his desk and podium on a raised platform the male loved. Once inside, while waiting for his first class, Nic wrote his name on the board: Professor Lark, loving how it looked. Finally, he moved to his desk, digging his bottle of Dr. Pepper from his bag and setting it out, along with the roster. First class of the day…Biology I. So, it would be mainly freshman, students who’d failed his class before, as well as those who decided to change their major.

As they filed in, Nic occasionally glanced up, evaluating each one with his piercing emerald eyes as if he was to buy a new pet. Of course, in his mind, that’s exactly what he was doing: finding a new pet. But they didn’t need to know that.

Yet.

Nathaniel grabbed his bag, from his bed and ran into the dorm's bathroom. He was shocked, and a little ditzy for a freshman on his first day. "Andy! Why didn't you wake me up man!? I'm going to be late?" His roommate groaned, flipped him off and turned around.

"You know you're not wearing pants?" Nathaniel looked down, shocked, knowing he'd pulled the jeans out of the drawer. He found them on the dresser and yanked them on, then threaded his piercing through his lip. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.

"Do I look okay?" Andy made the small effort to sit up, groggy and glanced at him.

"You look gay."

"Which means I have style and I'm being myself. Go back to bed. I'll see you at lunch!" Nathaniel said as he pulled on his left shoe, frowning at the fake converse. He couldn't afford thirty dollar shoes when there were 6 dollar rip offs that held up better just down the road. He pulled on his fedora and ran out the door. Everyone was milling about unless they were asleep. He ran up the steps into the building and checked his schedule to make sure he was going into the right room. The door was shut, the room looked packed and the teacher looked hot.

Oh yes, he was dressed in his own style that showed exactly who he was. He opened the door and slid in. "Sorry." He muttered and looked for a spot. Packed classroom. There was an opening in the front though and he walked forward hesitantly and slid into the seat and leaned back. His chair tipping and he gave out a short 'yip' and nearly fell if the person beside him hadn't caught him and set him straight. "Thanks." He mouthed to them and then pulled out the book and a notebook.

He bit his lip, blushing, having embarrassed himself twice now in front of these people. "You may continue?" He asked and tapped a pencil on his notebook, pulling his feet in beneath his chair.

Nic had paused in his beginning lecture, though it wasn’t for the reason he’d been pausing his pacing throughout his lecture. He was interrupted this time. The young professor frowned as a male burst through his door, looking rather flustered, though adorable.

Professor Lark was unable to help the smile that burst unto his face as the male muttered an apology, then almost fell over in his chair. He was clearly gay, simply from the way he was dressed, Nicodemus could tell that. His lip was pierced as well. And still, something around the boy seemed so…pure. Like he was a little ball of sunshine, blinding people where ever he went.

Nic forced the smile from his face and moved next to the seat the latecomer had selected, “Little late on our first day, hm? Let’s see, I assume you have morning classes, since you are here…And since it is the first day, I suppose I’ll need to make an example of you…My last morning class is at eleven. I expect you here no later than eleven o’ five to serve a detention, of sorts. My papers need to be organized somehow, don’t they, Mister…?” Nic paused and lifted an eyebrow, waiting for the boy’s name.

Oh yes, he’d found his newest pet. He wanted to dim that sunshine, and he’d figured out just how to do it with this boy, while keeping him quiet. A week or two should be enough time to figure that out… Nic informed himself, always the planner.

"Nathaniel Lee." He said and sighed. "But... That's my lunch period." He said and then glanced up at the male with a small frown. Who knew, maybe at college they just made it where you couldn't eat. Great, he was not prepared for this. And he was probably going to have this teacher more than once, he was a bio chem major. He was screwed. Especially since he was a scholarship student, who could barely afford the gas to move in to the dorm he was at now.

He sighed and licked his lips, bringing the piercing into his mouth and gnawing on the metal ball. He watched anything BUT the teacher at that moment because the last thing he needed was to be in one hell of a fantasy position of the school boy and teacher routine. Being yelled at, slapped with a ruler.... He shivered, not wanting that particular video to play in his mind, especially with this particularly good looking teacher.

"I swear I won't be late again, I'm not used to waking up so early. I have a sleeping problem. Nevermind, please continue with your lecture." He said, flushed. "I'll be here on time." He said and frowned. He was so missing lunch to be all alone with this male. He begged God for forgiveness but to please hold back other students so he wouldn't be the only one in detention. It was college, did they REALLY have detention? Really?!

(I have no idea whether they do or don’t! XD)

“Then I guess missing your lunch will make sure you don’t interupt my class again.” Nic had responded, before continuing the lecture. Still, before walking away, the teacher placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing hard before releasing.

The professor continued the lecture, ceasing to pace through the students, instead moving to the blackboard, and writing the supplies needed for the class. Despite attempting not to, Nic’s eyes continuously ran over the boy: Nathanial. He was Nic’s. “Tell me, Nathanial, since you seem to know enough to miss the beginning of my class.”

The professor smirked, and tilted his head. “If you answer my question correctly, I won’t even have this class take the first pop quiz I have planned…Describe to me the mitotic phase of the cell’s cycle…” Embarrass him, make him realize you can do whatever you wish to him. Make him realize he is yours… It was like a chant in the young professor‘s mind. And he intended to listen.

((I don't think they do, but I go to a REALLY small college.))

Nathaniel nearly whimpered at the pressure of the teacher's hand and kept his face down. What was with this guy, he was already being punished by missing lunch, now a pop quiz rested on his shoulders?! He quickly went through the cell cycles of Mitosis. That's what he meant right? Anaphase, telephase... etcetera? "Uhmm..." HE bit his lip. "Mitotic... It's not really a phase, it's the entire process of cell division including division of the nucleus and the cytoplasm... right?" He asked and then pulled his piercing in once more.

He glanced at the person to his left, who was staring intently back. Nathaniel looked back to his empty notebook page and groaned. He would drop the class if it wasn't a part of his major. This was too much. He took a deep breath and held it, while awaiting the professor's approval or disapproval of his answer.

”You are thinking of mitosis.” Nic answered, truipfh flashing in his eyes. “Mitosis and cytokinesis make up the mitotic phase of a cell’s cycle. The mitotic phase is when a mother cell divides into identical daughter cells. It makes up about ten percent of the cell’s cycle. Or mitosis. So no, Nathanial, it is not the entire process, the entire process is mitosis itself, though they are often mistakenly used interchangeably. Can’t wait to give that quiz.”

As the time ran out, and his students began to leave, the teacher leaned back in his seat, eying the boy, and waiting until most of the students had rushed out, and the other’s were busy gathering their items. Then, he gave the student a quick wink, his gaze lowering to his next roster.

(I have no idea whether or not I misinterpreted Wikipedia…0.0;;; I must be the stupidest professor eve rah!)

((I went to a dictionary. It's all good. I hate science. I'm a literature and math geek.))

Nathaniel groaned, and rested back in his chair and covered his mouth, tired. He got his bag and stood, heading out the door but not before he caught the wink. It sent shivers down his spine. He bit his lip and the boy who had been sitting beside him shoved him into a wall when he got out of the classroom. "What the hell, man?! This isn't high school!"

"Yeah, in High School, when you were late, you got sent to detention. Oh wait..." The guy said and flipped Nathaniel off. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and checked his schedule. All the way off campus. He pulled out his phone, texted Andy to go to lunch without him, then texted his brother about what happened.

Is he hot?

IDK... I guess...

You so think he's hot.

Yeah... And I have to spend lunch time alone with him.

Awhhh don't be late for class next time. Or depending on how well detention goes, do.

Nathaniel shut his phone, cursed and entered his next class early. He sat in the back and picked at his nails silently. Quickly enough 11 came around and as soon as it hit 11:05 he entered the door. "I'm here! Sorry, but you have the most crazily located classroom on my schedule." He said, panting slightly.

”I happen to love my classroom…” The teacher responded, looking up from his watch and smiling. “Good boy.” He spoke as if Nathanial was his dog, “So obedient now. Have you had a good day?”

Without waiting for an answer, Nic stood, moving to a desk, and dropping a stack of papers unto it. He gave a fake exaggerated sigh. “Turns out everything is already organized, so I suppose I’ll have you copy these papers. All of them. Sit.” The tall frame was stepping away from the desk now.

Nicodemus stood on Nathanial’s right, and slipped his arm around the student’s waist, the other crossing his body to hold the boy’s wrist, tugging him to the desk. He pushed him gently, to make the male fall into the chair. Not too much…Don’t push too hard, don’t touch too much… The teacher sighed, leaning over and placing his hands on the front of the desk, clearly invading the male’s space while he watched.

Nathaniel shook his head, being honest. He'd had a pretty crappy day so far and this wasn't helping. He personally loved the way he was treated, but back at his home he only ever responded if there was a collar on his neck. He instead held in a moan when his wrist was gripped and the male's body was pressed close to his. He was walked to the desk then pushed into the chair. He looked at the stack of papers and opened his mouth. "I only have 55 minutes, I can't do all of this." He said and then sighed. College sucked.

He pulled out his pen and pulled out a notebook. Copy them all? Seriously? He took a deep breath then jumped when he looked up and saw him. Right. There. "S-Sir?" He almost let the word 'master' slip out just from his old teacher's activities with him. He'd been his personal play toy. He'd loved it. Loved him. Then high school ended and he wasn't good enough. Young enough. Nathaniel wouldn't let himself fall into that trap again.

"You're blocking my light."

”Then get to work.” Nic smirked, then nodded to the papers. “And I suppose you’ll just need to come between all your classes until you get it done, won’t you?”

He frowned at the last words spoken, and shifted until he was behind the male. Still frowned, he reached forward, and gripped the boy’s hair, wrenching him until his neck was bending back. From the way Nic was forcing his back into the chair, it must have been extremely painful…it sent a shudder of happiness down the teacher’s spine, to know this boy was so vulnerable under his hands.

“What was that? I think that was disrespect…” The hand not jerking Nathanial’s hair back trailed over the boy’s neck, almost caressing the boy’s neck, then his collarbone. Nic lowered his head, letting his lips stop just before touching the younger boy’s. “I think you should rephrase that…Don’t you?”

Oh this was NOT how college worked. This was... Soo much better. And soo much worse at the same time. His head was pulled back quickly and he let out a moan, but it would easily be mistaken for a groan. It hurt yes, but he was aroused. It reminded him of past times and he bit his lip as he thought about it. COming in here between classes and writing word after word. Sounded fun if this was how he was to be treated-- No! No, he wasn't falling into this. He would do what he was told and get the hell out of there. "I'm sorry Professor. Could you please move a little so I could attend the work at hand that I so duly deserve?" He knew how to play the game. He needed an out. But he wanted to keep going, see how long it would take for the lips to touch his. The hand caressing his neck made him shiver and he bit his lower lip and gave a small smile as he looked into the males eyes, pleasure flooding into his own. He needed to be let go or he would seriously take this idea for something worthwhile.

"Professor? Please?" He asked and heard his phone buzz in his pocket. He almost reached for it but realized he was still caught by the male. "Can I please answer my phone. It's just a text." He said quietly. It was vibrating in his pocket, way too close to not be erotic. He bit his lip harder and closed his eyes tightly.

Nicodemus watched the boy carefully, frowning. The male was turned on…he could tell from his glazed eyes, from the way Nathanial bit his lip, from the way he shuddered as Nic touched him.

And suddenly, the teacher was smiling. Perhaps he didn’t need to wait a few weeks after all. The boy asked permission, just as he should, but with the new information, Nic had no intention of letting him start. Oh, he’d do it. But not now.

Professor Lark removed his hand from Nathanial’s throat, and ran it over the male’s shirt, before pushing his hand into the boy’s pocket to locate the phone. “This? You want to answer it?” He chuckled, and reached down once more, pushing the item past the student’s waistband and into his pants. Once again, his hand returned to Nathanial’s neck and left the phone where he’d placed it. The hand in his new toy’s hair shifted, tugging him out of his seat and letting him fall unto the floor. “Get on your knees and beg me, then…”

Why in the world had he set his phone to 'vibrate until I answer'?! Dumbest decision in the world and turning out to be the best also. "Professor Lark... We shouldn't... Nnngh." The hand in his pants just placing his phone there to torment him. It was all a game. He felt it and knew it and he didn't want to stop it anymore. "Someone can... Mmm come in. Fuck! Please, Professor please let me answer this phone. Please?!" He was on his knees, his hands placed on the ground at the mans feet as his phone vibrated against him. What wonderful torment.

"Please, Sir? I'll do anything just gahhh!" He jerked forwards a little, hoping to shift it away from his body. But no, it was like he'd placed it at that one perfect spot so it wouldn't move until the teacher let him. Why was he playing this game? Why didn't he just reach in and take it out. The teacher had power. he could kick him out of his class, and who would believe who? The schoolboard believe a student who was so broke he couldn't pay for a community college and just wanted to win more money out of a law suit? Or the teacher who didn't have a mark on his name in the multiple years he'd been working there? They were both adults, Nathaniel would just put up with it. It's not like he disliked it anyways.

The teacher stood back, watching the male’s body squirm at his feet, the little jerks the boy made. “You’ll do what I want anyway…No, you won’t answer it yet…” Nicodemus chuckled, and knelt down, lifting the boy’s face to stare at it.

“How many classes do you have today, Nathanial?” He purred, pressing his forehead against the boy’s, his hands on the male’s shoulders, once again squeezing painfully. “I doubt you’d have much time to change if you…had an accident?” He laughed mockingly at the boy, before pushing his face away and standing to watch for a few more moments.

“Stand up, keep your hands at your sides.” Nicodemus commanded after watching a bit more, “Come here. Show me how badly you want to answer your phone. Kiss me.” He seemed to know what the boy was thinking, and continued softly, “You like this, don‘t you? You want more, don‘t you? Besides, who would believe you, if you did tell?”

(I didn't plan on any of this happening so quickly...0.o...Am I doing alright so far?)

[[You're doing fine! No worries! And the romance for me is when they actually fall for each other. I don't mind the sexual relations.]]

Nathaniel had a lot to answer. Starting with commands. He had problems getting to his feet as his phone vibrated on and off. He finally pushed himself into a standing position but it was hard moving his hands to his sides and letting them lay there. He moaned and bit his lip again, barely keeping his eyes open.

"I have four... ahhn... classes. Two are already done. I have one at noon. No time to change, pleeease Professor?!" He begged and then knew he had to kiss him. Even if it wasn't a command it was his only movement he could make without moaning anymore than necessary. Someone was bound to here sometime if he kept on like he was supposed to. When he was 16 he was trained to control his orgasms. He could go up to an hour, but that was over 3 months ago that he'd done it. He hadn't trained so he didn't know how long he'd last.

He leaned forwards and captured his lips, needy and yearning. He nipped and kissed and bruisingly used his teeth to try and open the male's mouth. He wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him move and press against him. Press the phone closer. "Please." He moaned against the male's lips and whimpered in a pleasured pain. "I love this. I want more, so much more! No one would... ohhh... no.... mmm believe me." He moaned and kissed his lower lip.
j

Once again, triumph flared in Nic’s eyes. Yes, the boy was his. Only one thing left. “Tell me who owns you,…“ He’d refused to open his mouth, had remained still as Nathanial kissed him, though it wanted to shove the boy over those papers and take him. He wouldn’t give him any kind of satisfaction just yet…

“You will leave your phone there, Nathanial, and you will go to your next classes. When they are finished you will come back here until I am finished teaching. Do you understand me?” Nic’s hands lifted, grabbing the male’s hips and jerking his body forward, grinding gently, pressing that delightfully little phone with the perfect timing into him. “Now, repeat your orders and tell me who you belong to.”

Nathaniel froze. He belonged to no one. He wasn't doing that anymore. No no no! Fuck. It vibrated again and he bit the inside of his cheek. "You, I belong to Professor Lark." He whined against his lips, unhappy they didn't move a bit against his. Nothing was worse than unanswered kisses. "I will leave my phone where it is... Mmmm!" He was grinding against him, the phone just dying to be ground into him even more. Or maybe that was Nathaniel's hormones. "After classes, I come here and wait until..." He gasped and closed his eyes, nipping the males lip again. "You're done teaching. I am yours. I'm yours. Nnnngh!" He moaned, his hands clenched at his sides. He wasn't given specific instructions as to what not to do, but out of good training he knew not to touch that phone.

"How... How am I... NEvermind." He was going to ask how was he going to walk to class with a vibrating phone in his pants but decided not to ask. Because the teacher didn't care. He wanted control, not sentimental feelings. And as long as Nathaniel obeyed he would be completely happy in the end of it all. "I belong to you."

[[Goin to bed. Night.]]

(Goodnight. Sleep well.)

Nicodemus frowned as his new pet hesitated before answering. The phone apparently vibrated once again, because Nathanial was suddenly compliant once again, bring a smile to the teacher’s face.

His smile melted away as the boy began to question him. When Nathanial stopped, he nodded. “Good boy…you don’t question the teacher, now do you?” His hands moved once more, digging into his pet’s hair. He tugged Nathanial’s head forward once again, and kissing him roughly, pushing his tongue into the male’s mouth. After a moment, he released the boy completely.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Nic demanded, the suspicious growing. He phrased things too well, he knew the games Nic was playing, knew not to question him. And he enjoyed it, and welcomed it almost immediately. He’d already been trained. It was a bit disappointing, but perhaps it would prove beneficial.

Nathaniel shook his head about questioning the teacher. No, you never questioned them. He immediately moaned as the hands pulled at his hair, his hips bucking although there was nothing to buck against except the vibrations, tingling against him. He accepted the kiss, he had no reason not to other than the fact his teacher was a psycho sex dream. Then he was released. Completely and his steps faltered and he almost fell back onto his knees. "Yes." He whispered. He had done this before. He had been in almost this exact same situation.

"My science teacher in High School taught me two types of Chemistry." He said quietly and then went back to his knee's in a sub's position, hands behind his back, head down. Who would believe him? Nobody, but this happened in High School and he had to work his back end off to get his 4.0 and he was only salutatorian. He wasn't the valedictorian, no. He wasn't and he wanted it but his sex life prevented that. He had a choice though in that relationship but no one else knew he was gay and the teacher.... well he wasn't hard on the eyes. Nathaniel jumped at the opportunity.

"I'm sorry, professor that you can't train me the basics. But I still haven't learned your style. I don't know what you want from me." He said quietly. The teacher hadn't said what his main goal was. Sex. Rape. Someone to be with and control. He'd given away nothing.

”Want from you?” Nic chuckled, running his hand through the boy’s hair. “I want nothing from you…I just want to take you, play with you, make you mine…” His hands trailed over the boy’s face, and tugged gently at the lip ring. “This is what caught my attention…It looks so nice on you…I wonder how it would feel to rip it out…”

Nicodemus stepped away, moving behind his desk and watching the boy thoughtfully. “Oh yeah…I believe I have it with me, though I hadn’t thought I’d use it so soon…” The teacher dug into his desk, emerging with a slim band. The band buckled in the back, and through the leather in the front was a ring. He held the collar up and moved back to the boy, who was already in the basic submissive position. He knelt behind him, his legs on either side. Gently, so he barely brushed against skin, Nic nuzzled the male’s ear, then wrenched his head back suddenly. His other hand snaked around, placing the collar on his new pet. The teacher’s hand released Nathanial’s hair and did the buckle tightly, as the tall male spoke.

“Tell me, Nathanial, do you like this? You like being on your knees before me, like me touching you?” Nic nipped Nathanial’s ear, “Do you want more? Even if someone could walk in and catch us like this?”

Nathaniel outright moaned at the feeling of him tugging on his lip ring. It was there so he had something to chew on when he was nervous. He had a bad case of nervous anxiety and it showed up at random points in the day for him. "Please dont. Please." He whispered. The piercing was his crutch and it it was ripped out, his lip would be scarred forever. He licked his lips, they had that soft edge of a pout and were always full and a deep rose color.

Nathaniel saw the collar and brought the piercing into his mouth. Times like these. He wore a similar collar in high school, a lot of people thought it was just a fashion faux-pas but the teachers knew. They knew someone was topping him. And topping him well. He'd come in positively glowing some days, and the teachers knew, but couldn't ask him because he seemed perfectly healthy and his grades didn't falter.

"I love this, Professor. I love your touches, I want more. I want so much more. Even if we're caught." Oh wouldn't that be perfect? Getting caught. Then SOMEone had to believe him, although the board would probably just say he was doing it for good grades and both people in this little soiree would be kicked out from school. He didn't want that but he did want the phone removed. It was still vibrating. "Fuck, master. Please touch me, please don't make me go through with this anymore! Please!" He could swear up and down he'd come after three or four strokes. It was right. there. He just needed to be touched. Needed it so badly he was on the brink of crying Class was going to be interesting.

Nic grinned as his little pet begged him. He made such interesting noises, his body and words begged Nic to touch him. And still…Nic waited. He wasn’t stupid, and he wouldn’t risk his job. He blinked as a word caught his attention. “Master…hmm…I like that…”

“Later…” He murmured into the boy’s ear. “Remember, no answering your phone, and no touching yourself. Go.” He commanded, stepping back. As he did so, his hand swiped over the desk, knocking off Nathanial’s papers and his notebook. Nicodemus smirked, knowing to pick them up would move the phone. God, how he loved torturing this boy… “See you tonight…”

Nathaniel nodded and gave a small 'yip' of surprise when his papers and notebook was thrown to the floor. He took a deep breath and moved to get them, the phone just dying- no, his length just dying to be touched. He was already losing his mind. Nathaniel knew pleading wouldn't help, it would just make matters worse but he had done it anyway. He loved the game far too much. He then put everything in his bag and stood, moaning just a little and fighting off the urge to touch himself. He started naming states in alphabetical order just to make it not be so... large. He was hard, tenting his pants and it wouldn't be hard to notice. He hurried from the room and made it to his class without gaining much notice, it was a big school and he wasn't the only male who'd ever gotten a hard on between classes.

It did make walking funny though. He slid into his seat just before class began and smiled at the boy next to him, who was checking him out. "Not for you." He mouthed and the male pouted and Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "Here!" He said and held up his hand when his name was called off the roster. His stomach growled and he bit his lip, the boy next to him holding out a granola bar. He took it with a small smile and opened it. He bit in and savored what little bit of food he was sure he'd get in the next few hours.

After both classes and his phone vibrating away, by the time he made it back to the classroom, he was on the brink of tears. The want to be touched was worse than ever. He couldn't remember having ever waited so long with a hard on. He'd memorized the states by this point. Professor Lark's class got out and he waited until the room was empty and he slipped inside and waited by the door for instructions. He just needed off. So badly.

The teacher had been distracted all through his lessons, though he managed to get through them.

Eventually, the last student filtered out, and a moment later, his precious little pet moved into the door. Nic felt a grin grow on his face, and he stepped to his door, pulling down the window covering and locking the door with a tiny ‘click’.

Nathanial was right next to the door, and without waiting any longer, the professor shoved him against the wall roughly, kissing the boy, his hands roaming over his chest and tugging his hair roughly. “How do you feel, Nathanial?”

(Umm, since things will probably get bad here soon, are you wanting to go off Mene or something?)