Unspoken Bonds, deel 1 Everyone is over 18 years of age Category: College, Authoritarian
Please feel free to contact me: nite_25@hotmail.com. Homework: Is this story worth exploring? How would you develop it further? Some things are left open, like what else is in the box Ruben found?
Jasper and Ruben, two classmates who barely knew each other, sat together in Jasper's studio. It was a small space, filled with furniture pushed against the walls to make room for a bed, a desk, and a cabinet that was nearly overflowing with belongings. It was clear that Jasper was doing his best to keep everything tidy, but small, messy details revealed that he didn't feel entirely at home here.
Jasper, with his messy brown hair and slender frame, sat on his office chair. He wore a simple T-shirt that was a bit too big, hanging loosely around his shoulders. His jeans were faded, as though he'd worn them for years, and his sneakers were worn-out. He nervously bounced his foot as he sifted through the papers on his desk. He looked visibly uncomfortable, as though afraid that his studio wouldn't be impressive enough for Ruben.
Ruben, on the other hand, exuded a kind of physical confidence that seemed almost effortless. He was taller and broader, with defined shoulders and arms that showed he regularly went to the gym. His skin was lightly tanned, and his spiky blond hair was perfectly styled. He wore a tight, dark buttoned shirt that fit snugly over his torso and light jeans that hung casually on his hips. His feet were clad in white sneakers that still looked remarkably new. Despite his appearance, Ruben didn't feel as confident as he looked. It was the first time he was really spending time with Jasper, and he didn't want to do anything that might make the situation uncomfortable.
The conversation had been smooth so far, though mostly superficial. They talked about their project, exchanging ideas without delving too deeply into their own thoughts or feelings. But as they continued working, the air between them seemed to grow a little heavier, as though both felt an unspoken tension.
"Do you happen to have a USB stick?" Ruben asked after a while, glancing at the papers on Jasper's desk.
"Oh, uh... hang on," Jasper replied, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Take a look down there, at the bottom of the cabinet at the end of my bed. There should be a box where you can find it."
Ruben walked over to the cabinet and crouched down to check the bottom compartment. The wooden cabinet creaked slightly as he pulled open a drawer, but he didn't see a box. He looked back at Jasper, who was now awkwardly stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"I don't see anything," Ruben said. His eyes wandered until they stopped at a box peeking out from under the bed. Maybe that's it, he thought.
Jasper glanced at Ruben, who was fumbling under the bed, and felt a sudden tightness in his chest. "Uh... Ruben," he said hesitantly. He knew exactly what was in that box and had hoped Ruben wouldn't notice it.
Ruben pulled the box out from under the bed. As he lifted the lid, he expected to find papers, USB sticks, or other typical study materials. What he found instead surprised him. His eyes landed on a collection of strange items: a leather belt, a buckle with a chain attached, and a few other objects he couldn't immediately identify.
For a moment, Ruben froze. His heart skipped a beat—not because he was startled, but because he didn't know how to react. His gaze quickly shifted to Jasper, who was now turning red and didn't seem to know where to put his hands.
"Uh... this isn't what I was looking for," Ruben said quickly, his voice a bit hoarse. He knew he had to say something to break the tension, but he didn't want to make Jasper feel even more uncomfortable.
Jasper lowered his eyes, his face burning with shame. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, as if trying to make himself smaller. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, barely audible. "You probably think I'm really weird now."
But Ruben, seeing Jasper's reaction, gave a weak smile and shook his head. "No, not at all. Everyone has... things, right?" He wanted to reassure Jasper, even though he wasn't entirely sure how.
Ruben looked at him, overcome by curiosity. His gaze returned to the box. It was hard not to look. What exactly were those things? He couldn't suppress the urge to take a closer look and started rummaging through the box.
His fingers automatically brushed against one of the items—a strap with buckles—and he felt the cool, smooth leather beneath his skin.
When he had a dildo in his hands the prickling tension of curiosity gave way to an uncomfortable realization. He had gone too far.
"I... I didn't mean to... sorry," Ruben stammered, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to snoop through your stuff."
Jasper glanced up briefly, his face still red. He seemed to want to say it didn't matter, but he couldn't find the words. The silence felt heavy, almost unbearable. Ruben felt awkward and tried to pull himself together.
"Really," Ruben began again, this time more softly. "Everyone has... things, right? I mean, it's maybe not something I know, but that doesn't make it weird." He gave a faint smile, unsure if it would work, but hoping to put Jasper at ease.
Jasper took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the floor. "I don't know," he whispered. "I just feel... a little strange. Like I'm not... normal." His voice nearly broke at the end of the sentence. He slowly stood up, walked to the bed, and sat down, burying his head in his hands.
Ruben watched him for a moment, and his curiosity began to take over again. He couldn't help it; he wanted to know what those things were. The shiny metal buckle, the chains, the strange straps. They were objects he had never seen up close before, and he felt an irresistible urge to understand them. But at the same time, he knew it was wrong. He didn't want to embarrass Jasper further.
"Sorry," he said again, this time with more conviction. "I shouldn't have looked in there. It's your privacy, and I should have respected that."
Jasper sniffled and muttered, "No... it's not your fault. I should've put that box somewhere else." His voice was small, almost inaudible. "But... it is... um... something I'm insecure about."
Ruben nodded slowly, feeling a wave of empathy. "I understand," he said softly. "Well, I think I understand. Or actually... no, I don't. But I want to." His gaze briefly flicked to the box again, and he gave a faint smile. "They're just... things I don't know."
Jasper's shoulders slumped slightly, and he buried his head even deeper between his knees. "They're just... things that make me feel comfortable," he said hesitantly. "Things that help me... be myself."
Ruben tried to cheer him up. "No, really, it's not a big deal at all. Look, I'll just put on this buckle with the chain." He grabbed the buckle and put it around his neck, even though he wasn't entirely sure how it was supposed to go. "Look at me now," he said with a smile.
Jasper looked up and saw Ruben with the buckle around his neck. He couldn't help but smile a little. "Thank you, Ruben," he said softly. "Actually, the chain is supposed to hang at the front," Jasper added hesitantly. Ruben smiled and turned the buckle around. "There, now it's hanging at the front. Is this better?" he asked as he looked at Jasper.
Jasper nodded and added, "Yes, but the chain should actually go into your pants And the ring, well it's supposed to go round your..." Ruben laughed and clumsily tucked the chain into his pants and the ring over his dick. "So, is this how it's supposed to be?" he asked with a playful smile. Jasper nodded again and said, "Yes, that's perfect." He felt relieved.
Ruben felt the chain growing increasingly tight as his dick grew thicker, as if he was trapped in a situation he couldn't escape. "Oh," he said, carefully fiddling with the chain, "this is starting to feel very uncomfortable. It's... almost painful."
Jasper looked at him with concern, his brown eyes filled with genuine worry. "Oh," he said softly, "if that's the case, maybe you should open your pants a bit so it can loosen up."
The simple suggestion hit Ruben like a bolt of lightning. His cheeks immediately flushed red, and he instinctively turned away from Jasper. The very idea of opening his pants in Jasper's presence felt embarrassing and intimate in a way he couldn't quite describe. Still, he knew he'd have to do it because the ring wouldn't move.
He tried to convince himself he could do it discreetly, without Jasper seeing anything. But as his hands reached for the buckle of his pants, another thought crept in.
If he kept hiding, if he avoided this moment, Jasper might see it as rejection. A confirmation that Ruben thought he wasn't okay, that he was some kind of weirdo.
He took a deep breath and straightened his back. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze initially fixed on the floor. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he looked at Jasper. Ruben hesitantly pulled at the button of his pants and slowly unzipped them. The chain loosened and slid down a little, becoming visible to Jasper. He now stood directly in front of him, fully exposed in more ways than one.
Ruben swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. "So... is this better?" he asked, trying to keep the situation light, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't know what to do with his hands, which he finally let fall to his sides. The moment felt endless, the silence between them almost tangible.
Jasper's gaze wasn't mocking or judgmental but rather soft and searching. "Yes," he said at last, his voice calm. "That seems better." He looked up at Ruben, a small smile on his face. "Thank you for daring to do this, really."
Ruben felt a strange warmth spreading through him—a mix of shame, relief, and something he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time, he didn't feel alone, as if he and Jasper were connected on a deeper level.
Jasper and Ruben sat in an awkward silence for a moment, both fully aware of the situation. Ruben glanced down at the buckle and chain, a small smile playing on his face. "You know," he began, "I think I could totally pull off this whole buckle-and-chain look. It's... different, but actually kind of cool."
Jasper looked up, surprised by Ruben's comment. "Do you think so?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean, it's not something everyone would understand."
Ruben tried to stand a little straighter and make light of the situation, but it wouldn't let him go. He stood there, his dick dangling out of his half-open pants, while Jasper watched him with a mix of confusion and fascination.
His face began to glow, and he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Yeah, uh, it's really a look, you know," Ruben said, his voice a little higher than usual as he nervously fiddled with the buckle. "Pretty... cool, actually."
Jasper's lips curled into a small smile, but he tried not to laugh to avoid making Ruben even more uncomfortable. "Cool, for sure," he said softly, standing up from the bed. He walked toward Ruben and looked at the buckle, tilting his head slightly. "But maybe... this isn't exactly how it's supposed to be," he added, cautiously extending a hand. "May I?"
Ruben looked at him with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the situation. "Uh, yeah... I think so," he mumbled, his face reddening even more. He let his hands drop and stood completely still as Jasper carefully took hold of the buckle with his soft, trembling fingers and began to adjust it.
"You need to let the chain slide a bit more" Jasper explained as he adjusted it neatly. "That way, it feels less tight." He glanced up at Ruben's face, who seemed to be holding his breath. Ruben stood there, his face still flushed, looking down.
The chain continued to pull tightly. He let out a nervous sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I don't think this is working... it's still all too tight."
Jasper remained calm and stepped closer, his gaze focused on Ruben's uneasy stance. "Listen, Ruben," he began gently, "it's really not such a big deal. I mean, everyone has... well, those kinds of moments. Trust me, I've seen a few things before," he added with a small laugh, trying to ease the tension. "And to be honest... you look pretty impressive."
Ruben looked at Jasper, surprised, not knowing what to say. The compliment was unexpected and only made him more aware of how he was standing there, half-exposed and with the chain still dangling connecting the buckle round his neck to the ring round his dick. He didn't know whether to laugh or look away.
Jasper still felt the tension lingering. He took a deep breath, unsure of what to do. "Maybe..." he began hesitantly, as he unbuttoned his own pants, "maybe it'll help if I... well... show you that you're not the only one who feels this way."
He slid his pants down a little, giving Ruben a glimpse of his hard dick. "See? It's really nothing to be ashamed of," Jasper said softly, as his face slowly turned the same color as Ruben's.
"Oh god, this is so stupid. Sorry, I'm really such a loser," Jasper muttered.
Ruben stared at him for a moment, overwhelmed by what had just happened. Then, to his own surprise, he began to laugh softly. "If you're a loser, Jasper, then I'm one too," he said, gesturing to himself. "I mean, look at me, standing here with a collar and a chain."
The two looked at each other, silent for a moment. Ruben stood there, his breathing shallow, feeling the blood rushing to his face. His heart pounded in his chest. "What am I doing here?" he wondered, as shame washed over him.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I... I didn't mean for it to go this far. This is my fault."
Jasper finally looked at him, his eyes full of confusion. "Your fault? These are my things; I'm the one who brought you into this situation." He crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to shield himself from the judgment he thought he saw in Ruben's gaze.
Ruben felt a pang in his chest at Jasper's words. "No," he said quickly, his voice almost desperate. "That's not true. You're not ridiculous. You're... you're just being yourself." He took a deep breath and forced himself to continue. "You know, I often feel... small. Like I'm not good enough. Like I mess everything up."
Jasper let his arms fall and looked at Ruben with a frown. "You?" he asked incredulously. "You always seem so... confident."
Ruben laughed bitterly. "No, not at all. I'm a master at pretending. If you knew how often I call myself a loser..."
"I don't believe that," Jasper said.
"I'm always afraid people don't even notice me," Jasper admitted. "But you... you're different. I've noticed you since the start of the school year. You walk through the hallways like you can handle anything. Everything you do just seems to work out. I'm sure you'll graduate with flying colors, and everyone thinks you're amazing. Believe me, you wouldn't want to hang around a loser like me."
Ruben's laughter faded slowly, replaced by a serious expression. "That's not true, Jasper," he said. "I might act confident, but I'm really not. You know, when I saw that box of yours... I didn't know what to feel. They're things I don't understand, but you can see what they're doing to me."
He looked at the chain and his dick still throbbing, then back at Jasper. "A collar and a chain... it feels like I'm some kind of slave or something," Ruben admitted, his voice soft and almost fragile.
Jasper shook his head. "No, you're not," he said with conviction. "You're not a slave, Ruben. You're a winner."
Ruben swallowed, his eyes briefly closing. Then, with a sudden movement, he let his pants fall all the way down. "Then you are too," he said with a broken smile. The tension between them hung heavy, weighty, as they stared at each other, uncertain of what might happen next.