Saint Sebastian’s
Chapter 3 – The Dorm
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Jonathan nearly tripped over a loose cobblestone on his way to the dorms, not paying attention as he tried to make some of the words sink in. “Forced sex”, “urinal duty”, how could any of this be okay? Did daddy and papa know about the schools rules? Did they willingly send him here?
The young fox got a scornful look from the rino who had guided him since he had arrived at the school.

The sun was setting, and in the twilight the dormitory’s bricks seemed to glow with a red hue.
“Dormitory 6”. He would have to remember it, the building being an exact copy of the ones next to it, the only defining factor being the vines creeping up on its facade.
Built in the same red and limestone bricks as the headmaster’s home they had just left, the dorms had been put up in a very different style, no luxury, just spartan box-like buildings, not meant to look good, just functional.

The fact that Dorm 6’s lights were on seemed to puzzle the rino. He sighed visibly as he pushed past  the simple white door, Jonathan followed. The entrance immediately opened up into the leisure room, where 4 students were standing mournfully around a couch, trying to calm down a sobbing young dalmatian.
“Shouldn’t you all be at Randall’s graduation?”, the rino asked. The eldest of the students, a wolf of 18 or 19, took him aside, talking too quietly for Jonathan to overhear.
The rino patted the wolf on the back, now sharing the mournful look of the students. The first sign of any empathy he had seen from the teacher all day, it worried Jonathan.
Making his way over the group of boys, the fox asked what was going on.
“It was Jimmy’s brother’s graduation tonight, or at least… supposed to be”, one of them, a black cat, answered.
“They played a dirty trick on him, it’s all those bastards’ fault!”, another interrupted, this one a lion.
“Quiet, you’ll get us into trouble!”
The discussion only heightened the Dalmatian distress, as the boy left the couch, hastily making his way to the bedroom.
“See what you did?”, the cat went into pursuit. “Jimmy, wait up.”
The lion sat on the couch, as the last remaining student, an otter, went to join the wolf and the teacher.
“Damn fuckers”, the lion swore, “it’s all their fault”. He looked up at the fox, his contempt now focused on him, as if he was an intruder. “Guess I could’ve expected a new boy, now that Randall’s gone”.
“He graduated?”, Jonathan tried, curious about what was happening here. Graduating meant having to take another boy’s virginity, he had just read in the school’s rules.
“He should’ve, but they never told him that he would have to rape his own little brother”.
Jonathan’s heart sank. The cruelty of this place had started to slowly reveal itself, but each new revelation was like a punch to his guts.
“Did… did he do it?”
“No, he refused, he was revolted by the teachers’ cruel surprise. Good guy, Randall, he was head boy of our dorm for 2 years, never took advantage of his status, not once”.
The lion’s earlier anger started to make way for tears now. Jonathan sat down next to him, instinctively putting an arm around the crying boy.
“Don’t you touch me!” The lion was gone before Jonathan could apologize.
The teacher and the wolf went after him, leaving him alone with the otter, who now approached him. “I’m Bruce, or Brucey, if you like”.
The boy extended his hand, and the fox stood up to take it.
“Jonathan”, he answered, as they shook hands. “Did Randall get expelled?”
“No, Randall...”, the otter’s voice cracked, “Randall took another way out”.

The teacher and the wolf came back into the room, motioning Bruce to join his friends in the bedroom, before making his way over to Jonathan.
“I would’ve shown you around the dorm, but considering what has happened, I will leave that up to Charlie, the new head boy, as I take Jimmy with me for a while, to comfort him on the loss of his brother”.
The rino fetched the Dalmatian and left the dorm. 

The wolf did his best the explain the dorm’s workings, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere.
After the short tour, Jonathan sat down on his new bed. The mattress had seen better days, but the day’s events had left him too exhausted to give it any thought.
He could feel himself falling asleep and hoped for a dreamless sleep, away from this new life.

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Jonathan woke in the middle of the night. Faint moonlight shone over the beds. The other students where still sound asleep. The ones he had met before, and others who must have come in later. It was too dark to figure out their species and ages.
One of the 25 beds was empty and untouched, Jimmy’s, he figured, a he made his way to the bathroom to visit the toilets.

Closing the door of the small cubicle, Jonathan reveled in the only bit of privacy he had had since coming to the school last night, and he sat down to pee. His chastity cage made it impossible to pee standing up, one of the many new truths he would need to get used to.
The walls of the toilet were adorned with the same kind of vulgarities that had been present in his old school. Some things were universal it seemed.
For the first time since being told he would be sent to Saint Sebastian’s, it dawned on Jonathan he might not see his old friends for quite some time.
“You okay in there?” a voice asked, the otter, he thought.
“I suppose so, all things considered.”
“You’ll get used to it, just hold on, don’t let the teachers get to you, just do as you’re told, and you’ll get out of here in no time.” Bruce sounded a lot more cheerful as he had before.
Jonathan flushed and pulled up the trousers of his new school pajamas.
As he left the cubicle, he was startled to see the otter naked in front of him, slowly playing with his free sheath.
“You see? If you follow the rules, you’ll also be allowed to fap. I even think about boys now, when I do it, I’m almost cured!”
Jonathan quickly went back to his bed, avoiding eye contact with the otter.
Sleep didn’t come as quickly this time, hearing the increasingly loud moans, coming from the bathroom, as he wondered how the other boys didn’t wake up from the noise.

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The next day was Saturday. He had all day to learn how the school and his dorm worked, but most of the students where still understandingly mournful, too occupied to concern themselves with their new roommate. Randall would be buried tomorrow, after a service in the school’s church.
Jonathan took the free time to explore outside a bit, though without letting the dorms out of his sight, the school grounds were large enough to get lost for a new boy like him.
His piece of mind was quickly interrupted by Bruce, who was coming up behind him.
“Wait up, I’ve got to tell you something”.
No point in trying to hide from the otter, Jonathan waved back at him.
“What’s the news?” He asked.
“I’ve been talking to Sir Gregory, and he’s agreed to make me you buddy, while you settle in. I’ll show you how everything works. Any questions, you just come to me!”
Jonathan smiled, though in his mind he could still hear the otter climaxing.
“He told me you were still a virgin. If the other students or one of the teachers don’t get their hands on you first, maybe I’ll be allowed to take yours, when I graduate in a few months”.
The otter gave the fox a quick kiss on the mouth, before heading back to the dorm. Jonathan was too startled to pull back. He knew this was all just the beginning of his nightmare and silently wished it was just that, and that he’d wake up in his own bed.

A cool autumn shower started pouring from the sky, removing the need for Jonathan to wet his face himself, as he forcefully kept his tears inside.