Dane's Dorm - Chapter 1: A boy from a farm

Author note: This is a bit unexpected, but I've been maturing this idea for a couple weeks now and decided to give a try at it. This first chapter has by necessity a lot of introduction before we get to the action, and the action is a bit shorter than I would like, but this will get fixed from the next chapter on. I just needed some time to properly introduce the setting.

Hopefully, you will end this with a lot of questions. Don't worry, I know the answers, and you will get them on time.

This will have a strong focus on romance, but there will be also lots of submissive takes when Dane begins meeting his schoolmates a bit better. There is a lot happening in that dorm.

So without further ado, say hello to Dane, a boy from a farm.

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Dane saw the car park in front of the house. When he told his grandpa, he looked puzzled and began the long walk back, telling him to go on with the digging for their next crop. He did, but all he could do was think about who could have visited his house and why.

They had arrived in a CAR. 

Old John, who lived almost at the edge of the town, had an old rusty gas car that no one live had ever seen working, but he still liked to brag that he had the only car in the town. People walked, and if they were rich they rode on horses, and if they were really rich they had horse—pulled wagons. Once every two weeks, a man came from a larger town with a big load truck that the townspeople would rent to transport produce to the market.

Some of them would go to the market and sell it themselves, but Dane's grandparents didn't bother with that. They were too old, they said, and Dane was too young. Not even a month ago after he'd turned eighteen, they would let him go alone to the town, not even to mention the city. 

He wanted to see the city, but there was always something to do at the farm. He didn't recall if he had seen a car before, and certainly he had never seen one at his farm. He hoped the car would still be there when he was done. 

When it was time for supper the car was still there and there were two men sitting at the table with his grandparents.

His grandma looked like she had been crying. His grandpa was sitting next to the fire with a somber expression in his face.

— This is him? — asked one of the men.

— Yes. — said his grandma, and she started sobbing.

— Ma, Pa, what's going on? 

His grandpa stood up, looking like his clothes weighed a ton and his legs another. He walked to him and put a couple hands in his shoulders.

— Kiddo. — he said with his voice full of bitter undertones. — We need you to go with these men to the city. They will tell you what for on the way.

— What...? But... and... how long?

— I don't know. — he said. — It's not up to us, Kiddo. 

His grandma nodded and turned around to hide her tears and he didn't know what to do. Who were this men and why were they saying they'd taking away? Why had his grandparents told him to go? The men looked soft, he may be able to punch them down... but then he saw the expression in his grandpa's face and the fight died on him.

His grandparents loved him, but somehow, something had happened that had made them accept this. There was... something. 

What?

He didn't know.

But he felt he had no choice. That something that was looming over them was bigger than anything he knew... which was basically the farm and the fields around it. If his grandparents were not fighting, maybe he shouldn't either.

He got changed on his Sunday clothes and put all his other clothes on a sack, but when he got out of his room the men told him to leave it there. He would get any clothes he needed "there". Wherever that was.

His grandparents hugged him one last time, his grandma openly crying and his grandpa barely holding his tears, and then the men pointed at him to follow them to the car.

***

The car was fast. The town was there and then it wasn't there before he even had a chance to realize it, and they passed it so fast he didn't even had a chance to see it. 

And then the city. It was big, but the car didn't stop and he barely had a chance to see any of it. All he could see were big buildings, wide streets and lots of cars, many of them bigger and faster that the one he was in. But they weren't going to the city either, they just passed there.

— Where are we going? — he finally gathered the courage to ask when they were back on the road.

The men exchanged a look. Then the one who wasn't driving turned to speak to him.

— We're going to the Capital. That's all I can tell you right now. You will find out later. But don't worry, they will take good care of you where we're taking you.

— But...

— That's all I can tell you right now, boy.

He'd heard of the capital before, but in his imagination it was like something out of a tale. The place where the king lived, and all the rich and beautiful and powerful people. A place with trains and blips. He had dreamed about seeing the city, but the capital was too far away a dream. 

Each city they passed was bigger, until they got to one that had to be the capital. The buildings were impossibly tall and beautiful, there were cars and lights everywhere... and the people! He had never imagined there could be so many people. Every single street they passed had more people in it than.... than the Sunday market. 

It was already mid afternoon, but the men just bought him a plate of food that he ate in the car while it kept moving, taking him somewhere he didn't know.

The car went on and they got to a place were the streets were narrow again and the houses looked different, still tall but with small windows and yellow lights, a lot dimmer. They looked older.

They finally stopped in front of a massive building, one that extended from one street to the other and had at least five levels of windows. A door opened and the car went in, and then the men got out and told him to do the same.

— Well, here we are.

— What is this? 

— A school. Ever been in one of these?

— N-o.

— Well, never too late to get started.

They took him up a flight of stairs and then another flight of stairs and then.... another one. And one corridor, and another, and another. And a series of doors. He was already lost. And then they took him to a door. A man was waiting outside and just pointed with his head, signalling them to get in.

The room behind the door was big and had no windows. There was a desk and a man sitting behind a desk.

— Hello, gentlemen. Any trouble with the trip?

— No, Mr. Galen. Not at all.

— And this is the boy, right? — the man was looking at him like he was in the market and Dane was a cucumber about to go bad. — Dane, is that correct?

— Yes sir. Hello. — 

— God, he sounds like he's been sleeping with horses. 

He was suddenly conscious how off he sounded. All these people sounded refined and he sounded like he had been chewing on pebbles. And apparently, the man they had called Mr. Galen agreed.

— You should have brought him earlier.

— Well...

— I know, I know. Not your decision. I'm just saying we have a lot of work to do with him. Well, so be it. Thank you, gentlemen, we will take over from here. 

— Sir.

And with that the men left.

The man, Mr. Galen, looked at him in silence for a minute before he began speaking again.

— So... Dane, is it? 

— Yes, Sir. Last name is...

— No need for that. No student of this school use their last names. Most of them don't even know their last names. For as long as you're here, you will just be Dane. Is that clear?

— Yes.

— Yes what?

— Yes, sir.

— Good. We usually receive our students a lot younger than you are and have a lot more time with them, but as I said, so be it. We were made aware of your arrival a couple days ago, and we were able to make some arrangements. — He touched a small thing in his desk and talked to it. — Send Henry in, please and thank you.

Then he continued. 

— Henry is a student around your own age. He will show you around and explain to you how we do things here. Remember, this is a school and we expect you to attend to your lessons and learn. Do you have any questions?

— Why am I here? — the question just jumped out of his lips even before he realized he was making it.

Mr. Galen sighed.

— We don't know why our students are sent to us. We just take care of them. If you find out why, it will be if... when you leave this school. 

Dane realized this would be like trying to ask questions to a wall. He shook his head when Galen asked if there were other questions, and a couple minutes later a door opened and a young guy walked in and Galen introduced him as Henry.

Henry was a bit taller than him, the kind of redhead that spends most of the time indoors, and was wearing the fanciest clothes Dane had ever seen, with a dark blue jacked and a black tie, both decorated with gold.

Dan felt like a brick, passed from one hand to another like that time they had seen people building the barn of Ma'am Yelena. His grandparents had passed him to the men in the car, who had passed him to Galen, who now was passing him to Henry. "If you need me, you can find me here at my office most of the day", he said. 

Then Henry smiled and grabbed his hand and they both walked out.

It was the first time in all that day that someone smiled at him.

***

— So they tell me you're the new guy. — said Henry leading him down a corridor. 

— Yeah. 

— How's the outside? Where are you from? How it's like? Why are you here?

There was some sort of disarming charm in the way he was just bombarding him with questions. It took him only a few minutes of conversation to find out that Henry had spent in the school his entire life and had literally never stepped out of it. 

And he thought he would be backwards and inexperienced coming from a farm. Still, there was something warm about Henry that felt good, like he was the first person in this new twisted world that he could actually talk to. 

— First things first. — said Henry. — We need to get you into a uniform.

— A uniform? Like I'm wearing right now. It's the only clothes we can wear here.

— Even on Sundays?

— What's special about Sundays?

— Nevermind.

He was going to have to learn a lot how things happened here. Henry took him two floors up and showed him a large hall full of beds. This was where he and all of the guys his age slept, he said. Almost half the beds were empty, he said, but he would still have to pick one and stick to them.

— Although we swap a lot and no one says anything. — he whispered to him with a smile. 

Under the bed there was a large wooden box and inside it there were two sets of clothes like the ones Henry was wearing and to sets of pajamas. 

— We got this on a rush, they may not be entirely on your size. You're supposed to have more, but the rest we will get it in a few days, I think.

— So I should just get changed?

Henry thought for a second.

— We need to get you cleaned up first. No offense, dude, but you smell.

— Sorry.

— No sorry, just... seems like you sweated a lot today.

— I spent all morning working on a field, and all afternoon locked inside a car. 

— Sorry.

He took him to a room outside the hall with the beds, full of strange things of iron and no water.

— What is it? — asked Henry looking at his face.

— Where's the water?

— What do you mean? Faucets, here, showerhead, there... have you ever used a shower?

— No. In the farm, we heat water with a bucket and wash with it.

— So you've never used a shower. Wow. — Henry was looking at him like he was about to sprout a second head, all that while not knowing what was special about Sundays. Dane just felt like the world was upside down.

— Does water come from here? How?

— I think it's better if I show you. Take off your clothes. 

Something felt odd inside Dane when he heard that. He'd never taken off his clothes in front of another person. He'd never seen someone take their clothes off in front of him, but Henry was just undressing without a care, like it was nothing new for him. And just being told to undress... something felt odd inside Dane. Odd, but good.

Henry twisted one of the irons in the wall and from one of the irons above water began sprouting like an indoor rain. It was cold at first, but got warm first and then too hot to stand under it. Henry explained to him about how one of the irons (faucets, the name was faucets) was to make the water hot and the other to make the water cold, and he would move both to get hot water, but not too hot.

Then he passed him a bar of soap and a cloth to wash himself.

Once he got used to it, the shower was really nice, like a hot rain that filled the room with steam. For the first time in this day, Dane felt at ease, and then he really saw Henry.

Henry was pale and red and his chest had no hair at all, and he had two pink nipples that looked... good. Dane didn't even know why but he couldn't take his eyes off Henry. And then he saw that Henry was looking at him and there was a smile on his face.

— So that's the body you get from working at a farm. I like it. 

He tried to swallow and it was the hardest thing he'd ever done. He couldn't even talk. Henry got closer and his body was warm, a different kind of warmth from the one he was getting from the shower. 

— You like this? 

All Dane could do was nod. This felt strange, like he was looking on top of a tall creek and was about to fall, but he wanted to fall. He didn't even know what he wanted, but he wanted it. 

His cock was hard. In the farm, he would just get done with that kind of thing when he was alone in the field, out of view from the house, but here...

...here Henry took care of it.

His hand just went up and grabbed Dane's cock and touched it, while he licked his lips and looked straight at him. 

— I think you like this.

— Ugh... yeah. I... 

Henry grabbed his hand and took it to his own cock. It was not forceful, but Dane felt like Henry was telling him without words what to do. Yes. This was what Henry wanted right now, and he wanted it too.

Maybe it was by how Henry had been the first warm person he'd found after all this, but he had no defense at all against it. And it just felt good, to have a hand on his cock and a cock in his hand. It felt better than doing it all by himself. 

Henry smelled like sweat and soap, a masculine scent that just turned him on. He'd never smelled another man before and he loved it, and the feeling of someone else jerking him off was just amazing. And that cock in his hand... there was just something deeply exciting about knowing that he was making him feel good, that this was because of him.

He raised his hand and put it on Henry's nape, and then he was getting closer, closer, and then their bodies were touching and his other hand has embracing him, and his cock was getting harder and harder and he knew what was about to happen, and...

He couldn't stop himself: He began shaking and twitching and he came on Henry's hand, and it felt better than anything he had done in his own, and then Henry was moaning and cumming on his hand, panting on his ear until his pants resolved in a low laughter.

— Wow, I needed this. It's been a while. — He looked at his hand, that was basically covered in cum, thick and white. — Had you ever done it with a guy before?

— No. I'd never done it before.

— Never? Wow. 

— But I liked it. 

He'd only heard about this kind of stuff vaguely, but something that felt so good just couldn't be bad, he was sure. 

— Well, this is the showers, and this is what we do in them when no one is watching. 

He then handed him a towel. Big, fluffy, and much softer than anything he'd ever used to dry himself in his life. They put their pants and shirts on.

— I think I can show you the rest of the school before it's time for dinner. I guess you don't know how to make a tie knot, right?

— No. Sorry.

— Don't be. I will teach you. So, you take this and put it around your neck, like this....