Unclassified

I would like to clarify that people that are classified as littles have a head space. They are still eighteen with an adult brain. They drop into a little headpace as a reault of trauma. it is a coping mechanism. In my story it is a classification but still considered a headspace. When i say their little age is 1-3 for example that is when they are in little headspace. There will be part of this story when they jusg act like adults because they are adult.

Classification roles

Master: The master has complete control and authority. Makes all the decisions and rules. It is a constant life style not something you can just turn off.

Slave: The slave gives complete obedience and surrender to their master. Their whole purpose is to serve and please. (not saying that they are any less. that is just their headspace.)

Owner: The owner is close to a caregiver. They are there to take care of their pet. Play with them. feed them. set rules and boundaries and keep them safe.

Pets: have a pet headspace where they will act as a pet of their choosing. They depend on their owner to take care of them. And keep them safe.

Dom: They take control and set rules and punishments for their sub. Doms are also there to take care of them and make them feel safe.

Subs: Subs submit to their doms and aim to please. The sub seeks a safe place with their dom to give up their control.

Nuetral: They are a person unclassified. they don’t fit into one box they just are. Most neutrals have romantic relationships with other neutrals in a soft dom and sub relationship. Doesn’t make them any less. They just do not have a headspace like others do.

Caregiver: Their job is to take care of their little completely. They have to feed and dress and bathe them. Take them everywhere. Keep them safe and healthy. Caregivers are more nurturing and soft since most littles have gone through trauma and when they drop into little space they are very vulnerable.

Littles: Littles regress into a headspace whenever they chose or sometimes it just happens. They are still adults with adult brains. They just have a head space that shows up sometimes and makes them act as a child. Littles are dependent on their caregiver completely when in headspace.

Olivers pov

Today was senior year. The year we’ve all been waiting for. The start of everyone’s senior year they go in and get classified.

The classifications are Master/Slave, Owner/Pet, Caregiver/ Little, Dom/Sub and just neutral. You have to get classified to know your classes and your roles in society.

Honestly ill probably get one of the dom classifications. Im 6’1 and do boxing so im pretty built. The only problem is i dont see myself as being dominant.

My dad is a owner and my moms a pet. We only have a couple caregivers and littles in our family and some neutrals and doms and subs.

I walk downstairs, my bag slung on my shoulder. I see my mom setting the table with a big breakfast. She did this for all my siblings' classifications.

She says its good to eat a big meal before. “Hey honey are you excited for today?” she looks at me with a big smile on her face.

I go and sit down at the table. “Yeah i am. What do you think ill get?” she starts serving my plate while we wait for my dad.

“Honestly probably just a dom. But whatever you get will be perfect. Oh and remember your dad needs help training some newbies at the gym today after school.” I nod and start digging in.

My dad walks downstairs sitting down while my mom serves his food. She sits down and starts eating. “Son you ready for today?” he doesnt look at me just asks the question. He never looks at me.

The only time ive ever felt love from him is when i win a match. “Yeah i am.” he grunts at my reply and goes back to eating.

“You better not come back with some sissy classification. I cant have my best fighter getting scared in the ring.” He pats my shoulder hard and gets up walking back to his room.

My mom gives me a sympathetic looks and starts clearing the table. “Ignore him sweetie. You know he loves you no matter what.”

I just nod and grab my stuff. I give her a kiss on the cheek before i leave the house driving to school. When i get there i see a line out of the building and through the courtyard.

Since i live in florida all the schools are open air. Which is nice just means more space.

The line starts to shorten as they lead us into the cafeteria giving us name cards with a number. Once everyones seated I notice me and all the tall athletes are in the back rows and the smaller, more shy or hyper kids are in the front.

Hours go by and they are only in the middle row. We all sat there quietly waiting. Finally my row gets called. We all go to the front and they lead us to a hallway that's filled with five doors.

The first five go in and come back out happily but they dont say what they got since it's against the rules. You can only tell your family today then tomorrow we will be able to tell our friends. After twenty minutes I'm the last in line so i go in ushered by a male doctor.

“Just sit on the bed there and roll up your sleeves. First we will give you a shot and then you'll answer a questionnaire and at the end we will take your blood. Test it then we will talk about your classification.”

yeah he definitely is done with today. I nod showing I understand. Rolling up my sleeve a nurse comes in and gives me a shot.

I turn my head not wanting to look at it since I have a fear of needles. She puts a bandaid on and leaves. After he hands me a questionnaire and I look through answering what I can. Which isn't a lot.

I'm pretty much a loner. I keep to myself don't talk alot. I don't feel the need to be in control or take care of others. I just care for myself. So most of the questions are answered with an ‘I don't know’. I hand it back and he looks at me confused.

He scans the paper and puts it in the system. While he does that another nurse comes in to draw my blood. I look away again, my muscles tense.

I can take a fist to the face but im fucking scared of needles. Yeah I know it's weird.

Once she's done I get another bandaid. She gives me a quick shot which fucking burns. And then she mixes my blood with a chemical.

It turns clear. Her and the doctor gasp and look at me with narrowed eyes. “It's fine relax. Maybe you used too much stacey. Try again.”

she nods and comes over drawing my blood from the other arm. She puts the chemical in the tube and it goes clear again. This happens three more times and then they call my parents.

I sit there anxiously fidgeting with my hands. I don't know what's happening. Why is it bad that my blood turned clear? Is that not supposed to happen? Fuck no ones saying anything to me and its starting to piss me off.

Thirty minutes later security rushes my parents in. They talk to the doctor in hush tones. My parents' faces show shock and worry. They all glance at me like I'm some sort of creature.

The doctor turns to me “Oliver we don't know what your classification is. Your blood turned clear. Which isn't normal, that only happens to people that are under the age of eighteen which you aren't."

Now it's my turn to look shocked. What the fuck does that mean? “Well what happens now then?” He grabs a paper and starts taking notes.

“We wait a month. Next month we will come back, take your blood again and see what happens. By then lets hope your classification is at least dormant at that point so we can read it. The shot we gave you is supposed to bring your classification to the surface so if you start to feel weird or dizzy go to the hospital right away to see if your classification is there. The shot will only last a week.”

After that he leaves a card with my parents and we all walk out. The security leads us through an empty hallway and out the front doors.

Once we were in the car my dad looked at me “You tell no one about this if anyone asks tell them you're neutral am i clear. That means not even noah can know. Am i clear?” i nod and reply “yes sir” he grunts and turns around starting the car.

My mom stays silent the whole drive home. When we get home i go to my room and change into gym shorts and a black tshirt. I pack my gym bag with my wrap and protein shake.

My gym shoes and extra clothes. I go back downstairs and follow my dad to the car. I get in and he drives to the gym. He said since im not at school i can start working early. Once we get ther we walk into the gym. Its more like a fixed up studio.

It has a boxing ring in the middle. Mats all over the floors. Four different punching bags hung up. We have gloves hung up on the right wall outside of the office.

Two locker rooms and a kid area in the back. At the front is an office with two receptionist ladies for new members. And then we have a gym room to the right theres glass walls surrounding it and an entrance door.

While my dad walks off to go train some of his regular guys i start cleaning up mats and equipments for the next class. Once im done with that i restock the locker room with bandages and disinfectant. I add extra towels and more soap.

Once im done cleaning i go to the gym and start running on the treadmil. I really need to think over today cause what the fuck honestly happened.

Cant they jsut classify me as neutral or a normal dom. They see my build its obvious i am not any kind of sub. Why is it my blood decides my classification. And i cant even tell noah which is fucked up.

He's my best friend. Our moms are best friends which makes us bestfriends. But my dad doesn't trust him. Says he's too soft on me. But really he's just like an older brother. I wonder what he got classified as today. I’ll find out tomorrow anyway.

After an hour of running i get off the treadmill and wipe my sweat from my forehead. I walk back into the main area and I quickly lead the newbie group in and give them the tour of the place.

It's mostly just younger teenagers, probably freshman and sophomores. Once I'm done they sit down watching my dad train while I explain the rules of the gym and things they'll need for their lesson next week. After that they go home and I help my dad clean up and close the gym.

We drive home in silence. He still hasn't looked at me. “Are you mad?” he sighs and rubs his hand down his face in frustration.

“Yes im fucking mad boy. How could you be unclassified? That's like an embarrassment to our family.” I don't know why but his words hurt so much more today.

We stay silent for the rest of the drive. Once we get home i go to my room skipping dinner and i get in the shower.

Tears prick my eyes. What is wrong with me? Why am I so emotional today? He always talks to me like that. So why did it hurt so much?

I just wanted his support. But of course he couldn't do that. I know ill never be worthy of his love. He has my older brother and sister who are perfect doms.

Have won so many medals and now own their own businesses. They are successful, something to be proud of. I'm not.

I'm nothing. I just do as he asks. I follow his dreams for me. I don't even like boxing half the time. But I do it because I know it gets his approval.

Today it just doesn't feel like enough. He could've said something much worse.

He's right, I am an embarrassment. Im literally in fucking tears right now. I wipe my face and get out of the shower slipping on sweats.

I get in bed curling up letting sleep take me away from this awful day.