Ben, A College Sophomore

The notification tone on his phone buzzed loudly, jolting Ben awake. He blinked groggily at the screen, squinting through the early morning haze.

“You are now designated as the ‘Chosen One.’ Congratulations! You possess a unique gift.”

He smirked, pushing his messy brown hair back from his forehead as he groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Yeah, well, congratulations to me, getting spammed at bumfuck o'clock in the morning,” he muttered under his breath.

He moved to dismiss the obvious troll mesaage, not bothering to look for where it would ask him to send money to a Nigerian prince. Then he noticed he couldn't dismiss it, close it, minimize it, or even scroll down faster than he was reading it. His phone was entirely locked out! How could it even do that?

It was the longest notification he had ever seen, outlining the rules of this…gift. 'Designated Freeuse.' The long and short of it: Once a day, he could choose someone to take a shift as Designated until midnight, making them completely Freeuse until then. Anyone could use them sexually any way they wanted to; could touch them, kiss them, sleep with them, but only he could give them direct orders, even non-sexual ones, and his usage took priority. No arguing, no complaining, no unhappiness; they were Freeuse until midnight, and they were happy about it. And afterward, it would just be a nice day they had had.

'I guess I really am lucky,' he thought to himself as he got to the end of the notification. It closed itself. Ben hadn't even known what 'freeuse' was before now, but after reading that, he was looking forward to it. For an instant, he wondered why he suddenly absolutely believed what is said, but unlike the details, which were now burned into his brain, the thought slipped away like a dream upon waking.

As if it were any other day, he scrambled out of bed, pulling on some old jeans and a t-shirt that had seen better days. First things first, breakfast.

In the kitchen, he saw Sarah, his roommate, her bright blue eyes sparkling from under thick, dark lashes as she made eggs. He was pretty sure she’d been crushing hard on him for weeks, though neither of them would act on it, since it would make the roommate situation awkward if it didn't work out. She'd been quite clear about that when he had moved in with her. Fortunately they got along, and had gone from random craigslist renter and rentee to friends. Now, he decided she was going to be his first Designated.

Sarah had finished her eggs, and was scrolling through Instagram, a pair of fluffy pink bunny slippers adorning her feet as she sat at the table. He walked up beside her, tapping her on the shoulder. She looked side wise at him curiously. "Yah, Ben, what you need? Can it wait till after breakfast?"

“Sarah,” Ben said, as casually as he could, "kiss me."

Her eyes widened, taking in his confident smirk as he said that. Normally, that would have gotten him kicked out of his house in an instant. But instead, without any hesitation, she simply nodded and smiled back. “Sounds fun,” she said, her voice slightly breathy, and turned her face upwards, letting him lean in to kiss her. Her lips tasted sweet, the remains of yesterday's cherry flavored lip gloss mingling with the hint of vanilla and eggs. She kissed him back without reservation, pulling away only when he did.

"Got any more of those eggs?" Ben asked as he stood back up.

"Of course I made you some too," she replied, casually pointing over to the kitchen counter, where another plate waited. "It's my turn, after all," she added, turning back to her instagram feed as if nothing of note had happened. It was indeed her turn today, Ben noted as he glanced at the chore rota pinned to the fridge. he retrieved his eggs and sat across from her, digging in.