"Hey, what's up?" Jasper greeted the boy who he was still calling 'Hot Guy' and sat next to him on the long white couch. "Oh, hey. Did that suck as much for you as it did for me?" 'Hot Guy' snickered, leaning back onto the couch, seemingly a little exhausted from that afternoon's events. "From the look on your face, probably not." Jasper replied, grinning at the other boy. "Oh, uh... I forgot to ask earlier, but what should I call you?" Jasper asked, suddenly realizing that it's probably getting a little weird to keep calling this kid 'Hot Guy' in his head. "Hah, I guess we'll find out tonight." The boy replied, with a seemingly bold smirk on his face. Jasper was confused, and made no effort to try and hide it from the other boy, who quickly realized this and changed the subject. "Sorry, that was a joke. My name is Ezra, how 'bout you?" Ezra half-jokingly stuck his hand out, to which Jasper reached out and shook it, feeling a rise of butterflies in his stomach from the touch. "I'm Jasper. Thanks for the smoke earlier, by the way."
Ezra grinned after remembering that morning's events and slowly let go of Jasper's hand. "No problem. You're a good liar. It was funny. You made this day suck just a little less." Jasper smirked and nodded. "Well you were pretty damn helpful, I don't know if they would have bought it with just my act alone." The two boys kept eye contact for a few seconds, before Ezra decided to ask Jasper a question. "So uh... what made you choose this program specifi-" But unfortunately, he was cut off by the soft whistle of one of the leaders who Jasper recognized to be his own, Ms. Lindsey.
"Okay kids! It seems that everyone has finished with their testing and baggage claim! Now I know that you have all had a really long day, but it is now around 6:00, which is when we like to eat dinner, so go ahead and leave your stuff where it is right now and we'll go and eat and then afterwards we will go over the results of your tests and get you moved into your dorms!" Ms. Lindsey clapped her hands and started to lead her way back towards the cafeteria, which Jasper was now realizing laid out in a rainbow, with each row of tables being a different color in a pastel theme stretching across the room. He also notices that the room now smelled heavily of home-cooked food, with one side of the room containing a buffet and the other side also containing a buffet with different food in it.
"Tomorrow we will have more rules set in place, but for tonight feel free to eat from either buffet and sit where you would like." Ms. Lindsey ended her announcement by stepping back against the wall to watch the new patients with the other leaders. Jasper suddenly wondered how strict this place was going to be, seeing as though they might restrict what he eats and where he sits at meal times. Ezra noticed him frowning, though, and casually bumped his shoulder with his own. "Wanna grab something to eat?" Ezra asked him, which made Jasper thankful for the distraction and he nodded and they decided to head over to the left side of the room and start at that buffet.
1st person pov
While we were standing in line at the buffet, however, I slowly realized that the food at this side of the room looked different: the food was all cut up, had a softer texture or was in childish shapes as well as the plates and silverware having plastic handles with characters and shapes and glitter on them and what really caught my eye was an arrangement of... sippy cups? upon further inspection, I slowly started to realize that there were also baby bottles... and even bibs! I realized that this was probably for other kinds of patients who might need this stuff, which made me feel a little better. But then I froze, because I didn't really know what to do with Ezra standing right behind me, but I really didn't want to go through this line with him for some reason. I felt my neck heat up as I turned around to take a glance at him. "Hey, why don't we go to the other line? The food looks better and the line is shorter." I really hoped he didn't notice the buffet or at least that I had noticed.
"Uh, oh, yeah, sure, why not?" Ezra seemed to be surprised about something but his face smoothed over so fast that I just assumed he wasn't paying attention at first. We left this line and went to the other one and got our food and sat down at a yellow table.
"So... why are you really here?" I turned my head as Ezra asked me this question in-between bites of his grilled cheese. "Eh, I guess was tired of trying to make it work out there." I gave him a vague answer, hoping he wouldn't keep pressing. For some reason, I didn't want to tell him about me yet, because I was a little worried of scaring him off, even though he was obviously a cool guy. A cool, hot guy. "Right. I mean, I guess it's kind of like that for everyone in here, right?" Ezra replied, thankfully letting it go and not asking any more about it. "Yeah... I guess so. What about you? What landed you here?" Jasper returned the question, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Oh, I was referred here by another psyche program. They thought this place would be a good fit for me." Ezra seemed to say this almost jokingly, while I didn't quite understand what was funny. "Oh, cool. I have just kind of been in and out over the years... Idk why I came here specifically this time." I kind of shrugged, because it's never that enjoyable to relay this again to anyone. But what surprised me was the fact that he looked very intrigued, and just gave me this weird understanding smile and nod, as if he was thinking something else than what I was talking about, but I didn't ask.
We sat like that, eating our grilled cheeses and broccoli, making small talk about stuff we like to do back home for the remainder of dinner, which only lasted about 20 minutes before we heard the familiar whistle shriek through the room. "Okay, I hope you all enjoyed your meals tonight, our chefs work pretty hard to make different menus to satisfy all of our guests here." She paused for a couple of seconds, looking around the room with a weird smile before continuing, "But, now it is time to take your plates and go over to the trash cans and dispose of everything and then you can all go ahead and sit back down where you were and wait for your name to be called." I sighed as I got up with Ezra to go and throw away our food and put our plates away, suddenly feeling very tired after everything that's happened today. After going by the trashcans where I noticed some people did use items from the other buffet, I sat back down at our table feeling even more confused about what kind of place this is...
"Okay, so just like earlier you will listen for your name and make a line in front of the leader who calls you and wait for them to take you to retrieve your things and then to your new dorm rooms, where you guys will have an important assembly regarding your stay here." I sighed again, not really feeling like an assembly right now with how tired I am. I glanced over and to look at Ezra and noticed he looked to be very anxious, like he was waiting for something. "Hey, are you good?" I whispered over to him, trying not to let anyone else hear. "Huh? Uh, yeah... we'll see I guess..." He kind of mumbled his answer, just confusing me even further as I sat, waiting to hear my name. After a couple of minutes, Ezra is called and he gave me an encouraging smile as he walked over and lined up behind a taller, gruff looking man with brown hair. I couldn't help but notice that everyone in Ezra's line was a guy, all looking weirdly calm. I shrugged it off because I realized we would probably all be separated like that for our dorm assignments.
"Jasper Andrews!" I looked up to see that I had been called by a taller, sweet-looking woman with honey-colored hair who wore a lot of blush. I sluggishly stood, casually shuffling over to the line with my hands in my pockets. I took a look around the kids in my line and realized that they were all boys looking somewhat anxious or tired. I sighed and we stood there for another few minutes because the woman announced that she had everyone on her list and asked us to follow her. I took one last glance over at Ezra, where he was chatting in a friendly conversation with another boy in his group, before following the woman back down the white hallways and towards the main lobby area and then back through the doors and past the cafeteria, only this time we kept walking until we reached another set of glass double doors, which led out to a large deck full of furniture and string lights, before being led off of a staircase at the end of the the deck which I realized was the connecting point to all of the paths branching out from behind the main building and to the smaller buildings, which I was guessing was the dorms.
As we all followed the woman, I looked around and realized that we were mostly surrounded by tall trees, which blocked out most of the remaining sunlight, allowing the path to be lit up by small lanterns lining the path. After following the path for another minute, we reached a rather larger building than I was expecting, which had a light blue door and a small deck wrapped around what seemed to be the whole building. "Okay, guys, go ahead and just find a seat on one of the beds while we do the assembly and then we can worry about assigning beds later." We all awkwardly shuffled around the large bedroom, which was full of wooden single beds along with a staircase that led up to what I assumed was more beds, before all finding seats in rows facing the back of the room where she was standing.
"Okay, hi everyone! My name is Ms. Sammy, and all of us here at Sun Summers Health-camp are so excited to welcome you all here to our home! It may seem a little empty right now, but that's just because all of the current guests are on a camping trip for tonight! It's a small tradition, mostly to provide a good first day here for all of you newcomers and to let you get a feel of how things work before being expected to adjust too quickly." I took a second to glance around the room to see that only half of the boys looked as confused as me. "So, do you know why you have been selected into this special group?" She gave us a patient smile, and I watched as a handful of kids nodded their heads, looking shy while the rest of us either slowly shook their heads no or just sat and stared blankly at Ms. Sammy. "Hm. That's okay, that's what this little meeting is for, just to get you caught up with what to expect with how our treatment works here! So, as you may have noticed, the front door to your dorm building is light blue. This is important because we have a lot of colors here that are really important to remember along with what they mean." I watched as she moved backwards a little bit to the back of the room, where I realized there was a large poster paper on the wall with an array of colors on it along with their meanings, which I couldn't quite see from where I was sitting.
"Okay, so each color has a corresponding match that goes with it, which is important to remember from now on. First: white means Sub, with the corresponding color being gray, which means Dom." I froze, because I quickly realized that she was referring to a dom/sub relationship, which I thought was quite weird for a program like this. "Next, we have the color pink, which means Slave and red, which means Master." I was looking around the room wildly, trying to see how any of the other boys were reacting and I realized with a weird sinking feeling that there were only a few other boys that seemed as freaked out as I was. "And then light green, which means Pet, and dark green which means Master as well." I realized that she hadn't said our color yet, and I unfortunately began to recognize these titles, having already had some past knowledge on BDSM relationships... which meant I think I knew exactly where she was going with this and I was praying I was wrong.
"Okay, and then we have your color! Light blue! Which means Little, and then dark blue, which means Daddy/Mommy dom." I felt my stomach do a flip and suddenly I didn't want to be here anymore, and as I was contemplating calling my dad to come and get me, she finished going through the colors on the poster and stood to face us, as if waiting for a reaction, which of course didn't take long. "What if we didn't even want to be here in the first place? You can't just make us play along if we don't want to." Everyone in the room turned to see a scrawny kid with curly maroon hair standing up, looking annoyed. "Darien. I understand this may be a little overwhelming, but please wait for me to finish speaking and give this all a chance, alright? This is a safe space, so I am asking you to take a few deep breaths and please be patient while I explain how things are going to work." The room was silent as we all looked from Ms. Sammy, who continued to look calm and collected, to the kid called Darien, who huffed and stared at her for another minute before sitting back down while muttering under his breath.
"Thank you. Now, trust me, I understand this may be a little bit scary for a lot of you, but remember to keep an open mind while I explain things a little more to all of you." I felt almost nauseous, both from embarrassment of being sorted into here and also rage with having been sent here without knowing what kind of place this was, which also lead me to wonder if my parents had known what this place was when they dropped me off here. But I was sucked out of my swarm of anxiety when Ms. Sammy clicked a remote, turning on the large tv behind her, which opened to a slideshow. I pinched my arms and thighs sharply, calming myself down a little bit, waiting for her to explain that it wasn't what I was thinking and that I was freaking out over nothing.
"Okay, first we are going to go more in-depth into what your classification means before discussing more about the other classifications as well as our rules and guidelines." I took a deep breath as I saw her skip to a light blue slide. "Okay, now as I'm sure you have pieced together, everyone here at the Center has been sorted into one of these categories, and all of the groups with a darker color are known as some type of Dom's, or Dominants whose jobs are to sort of look after the Subs, or Submissives, depending on their color. And as you may have guessed, the two shades of each color are meant to correspond to help each other in some form of partnership." At this point, it felt as though all of the blood in my body had been drained and I am starting to feel even worse. "Now, I do not want you to panic, because while they are permitted, we are not going to ask any of you to engage in any romantic or sexual relations with anyone that you have been partnered with! If you do make the decision to engage in these types of relations with your dom, please make sure to tell me or your Dom's leader so that it can be properly documented." My face suddenly became very hot as I realized that she meant I would be forced into... submission in front of some other teen here, probably whether I liked it or not.
"Okay, more importantly, all of you in this room have been classified as light blue, which means you are officially titled as littles for your stay here." And there it was. I knew what littles were, and I had met some before and I would be lying if I said I hadn't been intrigued, but I had never thought of actually being one. Suddenly I felt very embarrassed and hoped to god that there had been some kind of mistake. "From the looks on some of your faces, I understand that a lot of you might not know what it is I'm talking about!" She kind of chuckled and turned back to the tv, clicking the remote again to show a sort of bullet list. "Okay, a little is someone who uses age regression to help them manage and regulate their emotions and state of mind as a form of coping or therapy. In fact, every classification that is available here at our Center can be used as a sort of therapeutic outlet based on each of your needs. And, it just so happens that this is the classification that has been calculated to best match each of you and your needs. Being an age regressor is all about letting go of any anxiety or harsh emotions and letting yourself feel more free and taken care of. It's more commonly used to sort of 'give back' childhoods to those who may have had to grow up too fast. You will be expected to do your best in giving up as many of your responsibilities and allowing them to be taken up by the leaders with the light blue patches on their uniform, who are more than happy to step in and take care of all of you, as well as any doms who show interest in being your caretaker." The room was dead-silent, everybody too stunned to say anything, but when I looked around the room I did notice a fair amount of boys who actually looked quite comfortable as if they had heard this every day of their lives.
"Alright, I am starting to see some pretty sleepy faces in here and I promise this won't take much longer." I was definitely exhausted, and out of curiosity and a pointless attempt to distract myself, I turned around to look behind me and was startled to see a large group of leaders, all of them with a white polo shirt and khaki pants and upon further notice, a light blue patch with the Center's logo prominently stitched into the left side of their shirt on full display. They all looked to be around late twenties-early thirties, definitely with some kind of caretaker aura around them. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering what exactly I mean by 'letting go of your responsibilities', and by that I mean to simply: let us take care of you. This can include a variety of things, depending on your agespace or personal preferences, such as, maybe: eating, getting dressed, sleeping, being safe, having an emotional safe space, taking control when you can't, and for some of you maybe going to the restroom, keeping up your hygiene, etc. This will be a good thing if you put in a little bit of effort and believe in yourself and the process!" Ms. Sammy clapped her hands together, and looked around the room, taking a moment before moving on in her presentation.
"From now on, we will set up each of your private therapy sessions along with your assigned psychiatrist, and we will work on getting you all used to being on a reliable routine. There will be activities and enrichment, as well as group sessions. Don't worry about being assigned a dom, because that will only happen when you have been decided to be ready and suitable to obtain a partnership. But! Starting tonight, everyone will begin the transition into getting into your headspaces and feeling more comfortable with letting others do things for you! Okay, It's getting late but please remember to always ask for anything you need or any questions you may have about anything. And it is the first night so we won't be enforcing punishments too much for right now, but more of the rules will be explained at breakfast. Any questions?" She finally placed down the remote and turned fully to us, staring calmly at each of us.
Suddenly, a few hands rose up, making her smile. "Oh, yes?" She started by pointing at a familiar mop of maroon hair, who I remember as Darien. "Yeah. So. Do we actually have to do this? I mean I know that a lot of the people here have actually done this before, but I think I speak for most of us when I say I'm not gonna do any of that." His face was slightly angry, but he made his voice very straightforward and blunt, clearly ready to get out of here like me.
"Hm. Right. I completely understand if any of you have your reservations, but we very strongly encourage for your treatment that you give this your best shot!" She was very cheerful, seemingly choosing to ignore his tone of voice. "Okay, yes?" She turned away from Darien and pointed to another boy with short blonde hair, who honestly looked terrified to be here. "Uh... we are allowed to have privacy, though... right?" The boy looked at her, picking at his nails in his lap, making me feel honestly a little bad for the guy. "Oh. Well, we do give you as much space as we can, but of course there is still concern for some patients regarding their safety, so there does have to be a caretaker present at all times when using the restrooms and showers. Good question, though." Fucking great. There goes the last of my existing freedom, if I even had any with this new 'treatment plan', which is probably never going to happen, considering I don't plan on playing into any of that humiliation.
The other kids' hands all slowly went down, leaving the room sitting in defeated silence. "Okay, well with all questions answered, let's go ahead and get you guys settled. Go ahead and choose your bed, but please do not touch any that already have bedding on them, because they belong to the current guests who are out camping tonight." She ended her presentation by turning around and messing with the tv, while everyone stood up and started to look for their beds. I glanced around, and wondered which one would give me the most privacy, and after a few minutes I settled on a bed over in the corner, which felt just a little bit more obstructed than the others.
I went over and set all of my stuff down, and was actually impressed with the added amount of furniture to each space, which included a white nightstand with a small white lamp with a white cloth shade that was covered with yellow stars. At the foot of the bed, there was a very small dresser with two drawers for my clothes and a surface for decoration. I glanced around the room at the empty beds of existing guests and actually noticed toys sitting on their dressers, along with the usual picture frames and books, which upon further inspection I realized were kids books. I let out a deep sigh, reminding myself that I'm not going to give in to anything they try and make me do.
After about fifteen minutes, I had all of my clothes put away in my drawers and all of my other belongings in the drawer and shelf in the nightstand. I had my photos set up on the dresser, one of me and my parents, the other of a group of some of my friends from my town, and one of them a picture of my house. I also set one more of my parents on my nightstand, because I figured I needed the motivation. Thankfully, I don't think that anybody noticed when I took out my stuffed animals and put them in my dresser. I know it's weird to have them, but I didn't want to go somewhere without them, especially my duck, Candy. It's a dumb name but I was four and I named it after the bag of candy that came around its neck when my dad won it at a carnival.
After everything was emptied from my bags, I tried to put them under my bed before realizing that they were blocked by some kind of white wooden bars, which to my horror raised up to become railing on the side of the bed that came up around 1ft around the side of the bed. I very quickly put my bags under the bed and put the railings back down, and gathered my toiletries to go and get ready for bed. I walked to the far back wall and walked through an open white door, which to my surprise led to a very large bathroom, with the left wall having three sets of curtains that when opened revealed a changing table behind each one. I was so startled to see them there that I sort of froze and stared for a moment before I was snapped out of my daze by one of the leaders. "Hey, buddy, do you need any help putting on your protection for tonight?" I jumped and turned to look behind me where a kind looking man with two tattoo sleeves down his arms was towering over me, which was surprising considering I'm 6' ft and am not used to being shorter than other people. I accidentally stared for a couple of seconds, finding him actually quite attractive before I realized what he had just asked me. "What? Oh! Uh, no, definitely not. I don't... uh... I don't need that." I felt my ears heat up from the embarrassment. "Oh, are you not on the list?" He questioned me, and my heart suddenly sank. I hoped to god that I wasn't on the list, because I may have mentioned that I had problems with bedwetting several years ago, but I obviously hadn't had any problems since then, but I also had no idea if they had taken that into account when looking at my history.
"I shouldn't be." I stared at this guy, not letting him find a reason not to believe me but he held up his clipboard anyway and to my utter humiliation, paused and looked back up at me with a patient smile and asked if my name was Jasper Andrews. I froze and stared at him apprehensively, before slowly nodding my head. "Uh, yeah, why?" I pretended to be surprised that he said my name, leading him to further explain. "Hm, I'm sorry but it seems that you are on here, marked 'possible issues'. Now, that does make protection optional, but if you do have an accident at some point you will have to wear it." He gave me another patient look and I nodded, hoping he would go away. "Oh. Well, I swear I don't need them or anything. I haven't had any, uh... problems... since I was a little kid..." I was looking away now, desperately hoping he would take my answer and realize I didn't need any help. "Right. Well, in that case, I don't see why you would need any for now. But please make sure to ask if you need any help with anything." He gave me a small squeeze on my shoulder and walked away, leaving me to breath a sigh of relief.
After enduring that awkward encounter, I continued to scan the bathroom and saw that all of the sinks were lined up on a large island in the middle of the room, filled with teen boys in a large range of styles. I surprisingly saw boys in light pastels, with... pullups sticking out of their waistbands, as well as boys with makeup and piercings or dyed hair like me, including most of the kids wearing baggy t shirts and plain colored baggy shorts and pants, all of which were walking around the bathroom, either washing their face or brushing their teeth, and after watching one kid who was wearing a large hoodie and a pair of boxers try to open one of the toilet doors, I sighed when I saw one of the leaders run up and unlock the door for them and step inside with them, which obviously wasn't very appreciated by him either.
I only spent around 15 minutes in there, trying to get in and out as fast as possible, not enjoying the accompanied piss and change of clothes, which thankfully was a pair of dark green flannel pants with a black hoodie. After I was done, I left the room and made my bed with my sheets from home with the help of one of the random leaders, which consisted of gray sheets and a green cammo bedspread and a black pillowcase. I also had the added layer of my softer blanket which was white with black stars all over it. When my bed was fully made up, one of the leaders offered to tuck me in but I politely declined, still feeling weirded out by this day. I closed my eyes and was thankful when I found I really was exhausted enough to fall asleep quickly.