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The Boundaries Experiment Pt 01

The Boundaries Experiment Pt 01

by naughtyduncan
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Hello everyone!

This is my first ever submission. It includes themes of m/m eroticism, f/m eroticism, cfnm, cmnm, enm, and reluctance. If you do not care for any of this, the story may not be for you. All characters, locations and scenarios are entirely fictional, and all characters are over 18. Thank you for reading!

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Jayden O'Donnel was usually able to get himself out of any kind of trouble.

From pranks pulled on teachers and classmates to erased and rewritten grades, to getting black out drunk after homecoming and mooning the opposing team's bus with the rest of the Valley High Football Team, to getting caught eating Margie Potter's pussy under the table at prom, he'd always been able to smile his charming lopsided grin, bat his big brown eyes and rub the back of his neck, and it was easy from there to either play dumb or play sorry, always promising to never do it again but always fully intending to.

By the time he finished high school, he'd managed to schmooze, cheat, lie and seduce-- Mrs. McClowsky was such an easy play--his way into a 3.75 GPA and a full ride football scholarship to Duncan University, a private college with its own private beach and fantastic Marine Biology and Oceanic Sciences programs. But since Jayden didn't give a single shit about his education, only being able to surf or chick-hunt every day on that beach, he was going in undeclared.

And when the six-foot-five, 19-year-old muscular quarterback walked onto campus at Duncan U, wind tousling his auburn-red hair and the sun shining on the pale skin that just refused to freckle, he fully expected to be able to slack off in his particular way and touchdown his way into six years of beer-soaked, cheerleader-laden coed bliss.

But Duncan University is not Valley High.

And now, he's on his way to the Dean's office, with his stomach twisted in knots, hoping against hope he can somehow charm his way out of this one.

It's a warm day at the coastal university, but as he reaches the top of the stairs to leading into the administrative building, a chill breeze blows in off the ocean, sending goosebumps over his muscular forearms and bulging biceps, exposed today in his favorite red tank top. He had been planning to hit the beach after his stupid math class, wearing flipflops and even going commando under his last pair of clean jeans, something that always made him a little horny if he's being honest.

But today, heading into the Spanish Style manor that is the university's administrative building, he really wishes he had just one more layer of anything between him and the shitstorm he is terrified is coming.

At first, Duncan University hadn't seemed so bad. Sure, the start was a little rough as he was roomed with Nathan Hawk, a guy who, at six-three with honey-hazel eyes and a lean, toned physique, acted like every social interaction was painful. He was on the football team, of course, with only athletes allowed to move into their dorms this early, and Jayden tried everything he could to relate to Nathan. But the other guy kept it light, barely ever in the room, never at any parties, and never taking part in extra curricular team activities unless coach made him. And this only got worse when Jayden won the Frosh Quarterback spot right out from under him.

He seemed to resent Jayden for it, and anytime Kyle, Brad and the rest of the team would come over to their room to hang, Nathan would always make himself scarce. They started calling him Ghost, and the name just stuck. Jayden found that much funnier than he should have. Especially one night when he brought a cheerleader back from practice, and was fucking her raw in the middle of the afternoon when Nathan came in. She had gasped and asked him who was there.

"Nobody baby," he'd said, glancing over his shoulder at Nathan with a smirk, the sheet slipping over the curve of his bare white ass as he continued to give her what she craved. "Just a ghost."

But the football program was demanding and punishing, more and more so as classes had approached. And when they arrived, they arrived with force.

Every professor assigned homework on day one. Reading, worksheets, assessments, you name it. Jayden found himself buried under more work than he'd ever had, and still having to keep pace with football practice and his social calendar. He'd wanted to rush a Frat, but even doing bare minimums, he just wouldn't have the time. And when the first assignments came due, Jayden found himself in a hell of uncaring professors. No one was buying his excuses, returning his winks or gave one single shit that he was the new Freshman Quarterback. He bounced back, not being the type to bitch out, managing with the help of more than a couple tutors to make his way to C in all but one of his courses. But one instructor in particular, the six-foot, two-hundred pound slightly pudgy but not ugly grad student who taught his human sexuality class openly hated his guts after he tried to use football to get out of an assignment. Ever since, the guy just seemed to have it out for him, rebuking him sharply for any inappropriate comments and slamming him with F after F.

By midterms, Jayden knew if he didn't do something, he was going to lose everything.

His footsteps echo in the hallways, the only sound but for a few scampers here and there, lunch for most students still an hour or so away, that being the time when the building with its counseling center and Student Resource Lounge would be the busiest. At least, he thinks, if he gets expelled, almost nobody will be around to see his walk of shame. That is, if everything goes quickly.

Jayden enters the office, slightly old-fashioned, with kitchy but classy driftwood and seashell decorations and furniture that, while well maintained, appears to be upholstered in the 80's. He walks up to the wood-paneled counter, where he's greeted by the fake smile of a slender, well-dressed guy who can't be far from his own age. Sebastian, his name tag reads. "Hey, Sebastian buddy," he says, hoping to gain at least one ally in this office as he leans on the counter, biceps bulging. He's not gay, but from the way Sebastian does his hair and dresses, he assumes the receptionist is, and that can only work in his favor. "I've got an appointment with Dean Davis." He looks around and leans in closer, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper. "I hear she's a real hard ass when she's in a bad mood." He bites his bottom lip, glancing over at the door then back to Sebastian. "It'd be real sweet of you to give me a head's up on her mood."

Sebastian's smile never wavers, but any friendliness in his own dark eyes fades. "Dean Davis, one of the hardest working women in Higher Education and the youngest dean of this university, is never anything but fair. Please, have a seat, as she is in another appointment. She will see you shortly."

"Great," Jayden says, turning to walk away. "Thanks for nothing, homo," he says under his breath, not intending for Sebastian to hear him but not really caring if he did.

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Shortly, as it turns out, was around 45 minutes. For 45 minutes he'd sat and stared at the clock, at the window, at the receptionist. And after all that time, he's now sitting here looking at Sebastian's face in profile, and thinking that the pretty guy kind of looks like a chick, in the right light. The weird things being bored and scared shitless at the same time can do to a guy, he thinks.

Finally, a door opens, but it's the door to the main office, letting in the bustling sounds of the beginning of the period between 11 and 1 when most students take their lunch and run their on-campus errands. Walking through in his usual polo shirt and slacks is Elijah Fisher, the grad student instructor for his Human Sexuality class. Jayden's guts tie into a knot, and he swears that the thick-middled twenty-something smirks at him on his way to the desk.

"I'll let Dean Davis know you're here, Mr. Fisher," Sebastian says sweetly, tapping his earpiece. "Dean Davis, Mr. Fisher has arrived. Yes, Jayden is here as well." He nods. "Of course. I'll let them know." He looks over at them. "Please take a seat and the Dean will be with you in just a moment."

"Thank you," Elijah says, and turns to find a seat, sitting just on the other end of the sofa from the giant red-head with the massive shoulders. It takes everything in him not to smirk at the cheating, lying jock. But he wants the severity of what's coming to be a huge surprise.

By the time the Dean's office door opens, Jayden practically wishes he could just be expelled already and get it over with. A young woman comes out, sobbing into her hands as she dashes from the office. Jayden swallows, his fear suddenly cranked to the next level.

"Dean Davis will see you now," Sebastian says, and Jayden swears the receptionist is wearing an evil smirk under that customer service smile.

The Dean's office is decorated in more contemporary style than the waiting room, with her sleek leather furniture in neutral tones and the only color on the walls pops of art, ranging from classic to modern. It's impressive, but it's the sight of the Dean that makes Jayden that much more nervous.

At 45, Susan Davis is the youngest Dean to ever hold office at Duncan University. With a beautiful head of raven dark hair and a figure that would still cater to any young man's wet dream, she has had to work hard to earn not only her role, but the respect of those who were her peers and who are now her subordinates. And she has always done that by driving a hard line.

Jayden's mouth feels dry as he approaches the desk, feeling like a pussy for fearing this woman in her dark lipstick and power suit, in his opinion looking more like someone he'd try to pick up at a bar he snuck into than someone who should be telling him what to do and inspiring the wetness in his pits. But, it is what it is, and so he stands in front of her, ready to take his medicine and hoping beyond hope that he can somehow talk his way out of this.

"Mr. O'Donnell," the Dean begins, her voice silky, but with a firm edge that has his libido battling his sense of survival. "I won't beat around the bush, as I have a lot on my docket and Mr. Fisher here has a class to each shortly. Your class, as a matter of fact." She lets out a disappointed sigh. "You were caught cheating on your Midterm, Mr. O'Donnell. And by the bylaws of our university, that makes your punishment at the discretion of Mr. Fisher, up to and including expulsion."

"I'm so sorry, Dean Davis, I--"

"Enough," she says, cutting him off. "Mr. Davis has the camera footage of you rolling up your sleeves to read answers from your forearms, lifting your pantleg to read your ankle, and looking down your shirt to read what you must haver very creatively written on your pectoral muscles," she says, tapping her phone and setting it on the desk between them as Jayden continues to stand, forced to watch as security cameras catch him cheating at every turn. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Fucked. He's fucked, Jayden thinks, trying to swallow, sweat beading now on his brow. "I- I'm sorry, Dean Davis--"

"Explain yourself to Mr. Fisher. After all, I'll be deferring to him for your punishment," the dean says cooly.

"Uh," he turns to the slightly older man, to the soft, scholarly perv who's been trying to teach something he assumes the guy barely understands from experience, "I'm sorry, Elijah. Mr. Fisher," he amends. "I've been trying really hard, but with football and everything, I knew I was going to fail. And I really need to keep my scholarship."

"Well, that ship's most definitely sailed, Jayden," Elijah says, watching him with joy in his blue eyes. "Unfortunately, your scholarship was revoked as of this morning. In arears, so you'll need to be paying the organization back for this semester's tuition as well."

"What?" Jayden can't believe what he's hearing, his stomach twisting into sick knots. "I--I don't have that kind of money. My dad's a tractor mechanic and my mom sells women's clothes. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?"

"Listen more, talk less," the Dean snaps. "Continue, Mr. Fisher."

"Now, normally, I wouldn't hesitate to suggest expulsion for a guy like you. Cocky, entitled, thinking he can skate by on his good looks, athletic talents and perceived sexual prowess," Elijah says knowingly, smugly as he looks up into Jayden's eyes. "But I think you actually have great potential to learn, Jayden. Potential that I would feel sick with myself for not allowing a chance to be realized."

"Okay?" Jayden says, cautiously optimistic all of a sudden. "So, you're going to let me stay somehow? But, even if you don't expel me, I can't pay for anything."

"Also part of my consideration. A boy from a working class family, first to go to a four year university, I read. I would feel remiss if I didn't do everything I could to help you realize your highest potential. So," Elijah says, unable to deny to himself the frission of arousal that passes through him, knowing what is coming, "I spoke with Dean Davis this morning about an alternative that will allow you to stay here at Duncan University, and have your tuition paid." He lifts a hand, wedding ring glinting in the overhead lights. "Now, before we go into the details, I need to know: are you really serious about your education? Are you willing to do whatever it takes to reach your potential, Jayden?"

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Jayden pauses for a second, more than a little freaked out over how serious whatever it is Elijah is suggesting sounds, but then he thinks about what will be waiting for him back in Gold Valley. His parents wouldn't be able to support him on their own anymore, so he'd have to take some shitty job at the Frosty Lick or maybe cleaning up oil spills at the garage where his dad works. Every holiday and summer would be torture, as his old friends and rivals came home to visit their families, seeing the Homecoming Prince, the Prom King, the Star Quarterback flipping burgers or covered in grease and living with his parents in their shitty little three bedroom shack just off the noisy highway. Not to mention the shit his older brother would give him for being a failure after all the shit Jayden talked to him before leaving.

No, he can't just go back to that.

"Whatever it takes," Jayden swears solemnly, even lifting his right hand. "Work detail, detentions, extra essays, whatever. I can't lose my only shot at the NFL."

"Well, you will miss out on the rest of this year, as far as sports go," Elijah says, doing his best to look sympathetic. "But Coach Mahoney has agreed that if you can complete this experiment he'll consider letting you try out for Junior Varsity next year."

"But only," Dean Davis interjects, "if you complete this experiment to my satisfaction. Mr. Fisher devised the experiment, but I'll be setting my own goalposts for your development, in addition to Mr. Fisher's, since my background is in psychology."

"Okay," Jayden says, nodding, feeling like his world might not end after all. "Whatever it is. I'll sign whatever you want right now, I don't care. Anything to stay."

"Aright," the Dean says, looking at Elijah with a shrug of one delicate shoulder. "Well, here is a pre-written confession, saying that you cheated on that exam, how you cheated, and that you agree to the rehabilitation in the form of participation in a one of a kind experiment Mr. Fisher has devised with my supervision." She slides him a thin packet of paper. Jayden scans it over, not even bothering with the fine print, and signs. "And then just two initials on the next page, which will legally bind you to the experiment, and which states if you should fail to perform your end of the contract or choose to leave, you will be responsible for cost of this semester's full tuition, as well as the room and board which was paid for by your scholarship, immediately and in full." She smiles, and for a second, Jayden feels like he could be looking at a beautiful spider luring him into some kind of trap. But he fights against the screaming alarms, knowing this is his only option, his only hope, of ever escaping minimum wage loser hell back at home.

"Done," he says, and marks the two initials.

"Welcome to the Radical Zero Boundary Experiment, Jayden," Elijah says, and pats him on the shoulder. "You are about to participate in a one-of-a-kind study in sexuality, boundaries, consent and gender. Honestly, I couldn't have hoped for a better participant, so really, I have to thank you for being so willing."

"Uh, sure," Jayden says, more and more worried he might have just done something truly stupid. "Thank you for letting me. I can't go back to my home town a total loser, and it sounds like a study worth doing I guess, so," he rubs his hands together, "what do I have to do?"

"Well Jayden, to start, you're going to need to take off your clothes."

He couldn't have heard that right.

There is no way that Elijah Fisher, with his unruly brown curls and that shit-eating grin, had just told him to take his clothes off.

"What?" Jayden asks, a chuckle escaping him. "You're kidding right? Like for what, an examination or something? Taking my stats?"

"We will be doing that, Mr. O'Donnell," Dean Davis says, up from her seat now and walking toward him on her designer stilettos. "Briefly, before we're finished here. But by the terms of your enrollment in the experiment, we won't be returning them."

"I'm sorry, I know I can't be hearing this," Jayden says. "You expect me to get naked, in here, in front of you two, then walk back to my dorm balls swinging?" He winces. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but if this is a joke, it's pretty mean."

"This is no joke, Jayden," Elijah says, tapping his watch when Jayden turns to look at him. "And by the bylaws I have set, you have one minute to surrender your clothes--all your clothes--or you'll be in violation and risk being terminated as a participant, which would be really disappointing." He looks at his watch again. "Thirty seconds."

Jayden stands in utter shock. He has to be dreaming, this has to be some kind of weird, kinky nightmare. But Elijah just keeps tapping that stupid plastic watch, and the Dean just stares at him, pinning him with her darkly lined green eyes.

Then reality snaps back into place, and he's racing to get out of his clothes. He pulls off his tank top, exposing the few tattoos that decorate his chest, kept hairless for the ladies. He suddenly finds himself thankful he skipped the underwear today, as it leaves one less thing to rush out of. But as he unbuttons and unzips, the world seems to slow. His skin is fire hot, but a chill still moves through him as he watches their eyes, feeling the flush fill his cheeks as he pushes the denim down, over the round bubble of his ass, down past the muscular thighs that try to hold onto it, and finally letting them pool at his feet. He's never been shy, and has never had a problem getting girls, but right now, his average limp length on display, beneath his manscaped auburn happy trail and pubes, his balls trying to crawl back up into himself, he feels beyond humiliated.

"Hand them to me please," Elijah says, and nearly causes him to stumble back and trip over his own jeans as he steps closer to him. "Your jeans please," he repeats.

Jayden can feel just how smug the little son of a bitch must be as he slides off his flip flops and steps out of his jeans. He hands them over, feeling deeply surreal, but hoping he'll at least be able to put something on when he gets back to his room.

"You may keep your flip flops, but only to protect your feet from hazards and parasites, but may be asked to remove them at any time" Elijah says, folding the jeans and letting his eyes roam over Jayden's flawless young body. He's thick, built for football, and his skin is like pale milk all over, except his chest, face and ass which are all at the moment blushing furiously pink. His balls are large despite their shrunken state, and he imagines they probably hang very low beneath that pretty, pink, circumcised dick when the younger man is more comfortable. "Now, let's go over the basics, since this will be your life for the next six to ten months, depending on the success of the experiment."

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