The Boundaries Experiment Pt 02

Hello again! This is the second part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Part One to catch up. The following story 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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"Sebastian," Elijah calls out to the receptionist. "Could you come in here, please?"

Sebastian smirks smugly as he rises from his desk, assuming that they'll need him to draft the paperwork for the big, arrogant jock's departure, or maybe help him choose a community service program. Either way, he thinks, he'll take great joy in bringing the privileged prick down a peg.

What he couldn't have guessed in a million years is that he would enter the Dean's office to find Jayden O'Donnell standing stark naked, looking at him with utter shame in his eyes in spite of having absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

His body was everything Sebastian had imagined it being and more when he had watched him from the stands during the first football games of the year. Pale, pink in all the right places, and with well-trimmed curtains that match the one-in-million hair color, and he can practically smell the other man's musk on the air. Before his mind can move any further, his eyes come to settle on Jayden's cute pink dick, smaller than he'd guessed but maybe, by the way his egg-sized balls are pulled right up against it, the big man is just cold.

He's not sure if he is going to pass out or cum in his designer trousers, but he knows neither is an option. "How can I help you, Mr. Fisher, Dean Davis?" he asks, surprised he can even find his voice, his eyes still firmly glued to Jayden's nudity.

Part of Jayden wishes he could just disappear before the instructor or the Dean can even answer, that he could just pass away right here on the spot before it gets worse. But another part, a part whispering in the blood pounding in his ears, is turned on as fuck by the way the little twink is looking at him. And that has him drowning in thoughts twice as deeply confusing as those he was facing a moment ago.

"Yes, Sebastian, " the Dean says in her silky voice. She runs her fingers through Jayden's hair, mussing it, then runs her fingernails down along his back, gently, tickling him, and lighting Jayden's nerve endings on fire as lust starts to battle humiliation and despair in the horny young man's mind. "Jayden is taking part in a Human Sexuality experiment known as The Boundaries Experiment. I just sent the details to your email, but the important bit is that he is going to be naked and fully exposed at all times, with no privacy. He has also implicitly consented to all sexual acts that won't cause him lasting harm." She squeezes Jayden's ass, and he feels the blood start to rush from his face back to other, more familiar places. Places he doesn't want the blood to rush. Not now.

Sebastian stands slack-jawed for a moment, trying to compute everything he's hearing and seeing. Finally, he looks up from Jayden's slowly growing cock to meet the Dean's gaze. "I--understood, ma'am," he finally manages. "And how can I help?"

"We're going to need to perform Jayden's intake examination in order to properly begin to experiment," Elijah says, smiling knowingly at the openly gay student, knowing he must practically be jizzing himself right now and feeling deeply stimulated by the knowledge of that forbidden arousal. "And we'd like you to help, as it is quite extensive."

"Of course," Sebastian says, feeling like he must have fallen asleep at his desk and is having the strangest, most erotic dream. "Anything you need."

"Wonderful," Elijah says, and puts a hand on each of Jayden's shoulders, leading him over to a digital scale. "We'll start with weight, the basics," he says, handing Sebastian a tablet. "You will enter the results to each examination here, Sebastian. I am going to be collecting extensive data throughout this experiment, so please be thorough and accurate with your entries."

Jayden just keeps wishing to wake up as he steps onto the scale, Elijah reporting his weight to Sebastian who enters it into the tablet. Then he's moved to stand against a sliding measure on the wall. "Six foot five and a quarter inches. Such a tall boy," Elijah says, and gropes him again. His eyes go to Sebastian, who looks shocked, but intrigued, and again, he feels heat wash over his skin and travel right to the genitals in Elijah's hand. "Ah, finally, some reaction," he says to the Dean.

"I kicked him off for you, Mr. Fisher," she says, clearing files and knick knacks from her desk to create a large open space on the polished wood. "I'd venture to say your participation in the experiment will likely be minimal on the sexual front, given Jayden's proclivity for the opposite sex."

"We'll see," Elijah says, and gently takes Jayden's nipple between his teeth. It's a strange sensation for the fallen quarterback, but not a totally alien one. He's just used to a girl's lips on his nipple. "Now, Jayden, I want you to climb up onto the Dean's desk on your hands and knees."

"Wha--" Jayden starts, then realizes it'll only be worse if he keeps questioning every little thing. After all, he signed the contract. "Okay," he says, and climbs up onto the cold, shining wood, uncomfortable but not painful against his forearms and shins. What is more unbearable, more strange, more surreal than anything in the world is the fact that the Dean, his teacher and a fellow student are all staring at his asshole right now.

Sebastian knows anyone who looks at his trousers right now would know he's horny beyond belief. Seeing the big, butch jock like this, completely naked and vulnerable, winking at them with his pink eye, surrounded by just the slightest bit of auburn hair, has him wishing he could get Jayden alone and see just how far he can take him into the experiment and how fast.

But, he reminds himself, right now he is a professional.

"We will be taking your temperature rectally, Jayden," Elijah says, and dips a mercury thermometer into a beaker of his own carefully crafted lube. "Please note the participant's answer to the next question, Sebastian," he says as he brings the tip of the slick thermometer to the pink pucker of Jayden's tight hole. "Have you ever placed anything or had anything, including a finger, inside of your anus? And if so, was it for the purpose of pleasure?"

Maybe if I don't answer, he won't put it in me, Jayden tries to convince himself. But as a rivulet of lube runs down his exposed and hanging balls, he realizes nothing, including this, is within his control at the moment. He shakes his head. "No. I had to have an enema once was I was a kid because I ate too much cheese, and that's it, and it sucked. Definitely not for pleasure."

"Well then, we'll make sure to explore that avenue thoroughly as we move forward." Before he can balk or even think about how to, Elijah slides the thermometer into him. It's a feeling that takes his breath way, causing him to buck back ever so slightly and suck in air.

"Oh shit," Jayden says, and bites his lip. "That feels so weird."

"Describe it to us," Dean Davis says, moving around the front side of the table. She takes Jayden's face in her hands, looking into his eyes even as Elijah holds the thermometer to keep it from sliding in completely or popping out.

"Slimy?" Jayden says, wincing and hoping he can say the magic word that will end this moment. "I don't know, Dean, please this is--"

"98.7," Elijah says, and Sebastian records this number. Jayden lets out a sigh of relief as the thermometer slides out of him, humiliated as he is to have Sebastian the homo staring at his slippery dark star.

"Can I--" he starts, but is then silenced by the feeling of Elijah's ungloved finger, pressing against his hole.

"Now, we're going to check your prostate, Jayden," he says, and starts to press the tip of his index finger into Jayden's pulsing pink pucker. Jayden lets out a groan, squirming. "Hm, I don't think this is going to work."

Good, oh thank God, Jayden thinks as Elijah pulls his finger away. But the next second the smaller man his grappling him by both his hips. "Flip over, Jayden, then lift your legs."

This couldn't be happening, and yet, here he was, the Hometown Hero, the Star Quarterback, turning over onto his back on the Dean's desk, then lifting his legs up toward his chest, exposing his asshole to them like a prize, limp dick lolling to the side, the same bright pink as his face. His eyes go immediately to Sebastian, who watches him with a mixture of lust and horror, documenting his humiliation with his tablet.

"Very good," Elijah says, smiling down at him with that smug, chubby face of his. He returns his fingertip to Jayden's hole. "You're a fast learner, Jayden, I think you're going to do well," he says as he pushes his finger in, eliciting something between a yelp and a hoot from Jayden. "Now, try to grin and bare it for us," he says as he pushes his finger deeper. "Just a little further. Tell us how it feels."

"It hurts," Jayden says, but the look Elijah gives him as he pushes in further says that isn't enough. "Ah, ah, oh fuck, it hurts and feels kind of like shitting in reverse but... oh, oh!" he lurches forward, nearly rocking off the desk. "That... what--oh! That feels... good?" he can scarcely believe his own words, but as Elijah's finger moves deeper, he hits a spot Jayden didn't even know he had. Waves of strange pleasure mix with pain and crash through him, and through the haze, to his horror, he watches as his dick flops from one side, then to the other, rapidly hardening.

"Sebastian, please come hold Jayden's arms to keep him steady," Elijah says, keeping his finger lodged inside Jayden. "Jayden, it appears you are becoming tumescent due to anal stimulation. Not rare, but slightly more unexpected given your situation." He waits as Sebastian moves to stand behind Jayden, putting his hands on his beefy muscles and sliding him up ever so slightly, causing him to gasp as Elijah's finger pushes in to the knuckle. "However, this means you must ejaculate. Due to the circumstances, I am going to take this opportunity to bring you to orgasm through prostate stimulation. Neither you nor any of us will touch your genitals until you ejaculate. Is that clear?"

"I--I can't come like this," Jayden says, sweat running down his brow, the feeling of Sebastian's soft hands on his skin, the scent of his almost-girly body lotion and cologne, and the hot breath on the side of his neck wondering if he might be lying. "I'll jerk it for you, whatever just--ah!"

"Shhhhhhh," Elijah says, and begins pumping his finger in and out, slowly, starting with an easy rhythm. "Look how hard you're getting, Jayden," he says, and he's not wrong. Beyond his control, Jayden's cock has begun to swell in earnest, climbing up his abs past his navel. "Don't fight it. All men have prostates. Ejaculating this way won't make you gay," he assures him as he pumps his finger in and out faster. "Just give yourself over to the pleasure."

Jayden tries, honestly tries, if only to make this stop, and within five minutes his dick is at its full, rigid 8 inches, a rivulet of precum pooling on his abs. But it's torture, the pain mingling with the pleasure mingling with just how much he hates Elijah. As time ticks on, his legs become tired. "Please," he pants, begging, "please Elijah, please, just let me jerk off. Or jerk me off, my legs hurt and my ass hurts," he pleads, his needs to urgent for him to process the strangeness of the moment.

"Oh for fuck's sake." It's the Dean's voice and suddenly, Elijah's finger vacates his asshole. He lets out a sound that is part relief, part torment at the sudden disappearance of the pleasure, but he hardly has time to think before a more slender finger is pushing into his hole. He opens his eyes to see the Dean, looking down at him. 'Sebastian, leg to of his arms and help support him around his middle instead," she instructs. "Jayden, grab your knees to give those thighs a break. Let an experienced woman take care of you."

And just like that, looking into those green eyes, the other brain kicks in. "Finger fuck me, mama," he begs, feeling like someone else is speaking in his voice. "Please make me cum."

The Dean smirks and starts to set a rhythm, but when she adds another finger, staring into his eyes, he lets out a whimper. "I don't think we'll be able to finish all the measurements and tests today, Mr. Fisher," she says, pumping her fingers into him rapidly, as Jayden pants and gasps, an occasional moan escaping him with another gush of precum. "Jayden's tumescence has caused us to be behind schedule." She smacks Jayden's ass with her free hand while her delicate fingers are buried in him to the knuckle, and that's the last straw.

With a buck that has Sebastian hugging him from behind to keep him in and the desk in place, Jayden lets out a moan that becomes a groan that becomes a roar as he explodes. Jet after jet after jet of hot white splashes onto his abs, his chest, his neck, one glob hitting him on the chin and another landing on the sleeves of Sebastian's fancy shirt. It feels like he's coming forever in the most powerful orgasm of his life, like Dean Davis's fingers had unlocked a magic button inside him.

"Good boy, Jayden," the Dean says, walking over to her desk to pull out sanitizing wipes to clean her and Elijah's fingers. "Now, be a good boy and lick yourself from Sebastian's sleeve. Make sure to get it clean. It's the least you can do for him for being such a big help."

Jayden, still in a daze, looks slightly confused as he turns his head to look at Sebastian. It's such a weird, gay moment, but he knows there's nothing he can do but comply. So, he spots the rope of white and tries to lick it from the fabric. His own spunk is salty-sweet, foreign yet familiar as he licks again and again. "Suck it," Sebastian says softly. "Suck it off. It's the only way. I speak from experience."

Jayden isn't sure he wants to know what Sebastian means, but he's grateful for the tip and takes the fabric between his lips, sucking himself from it until the flavor dissipates.

"Good," Elijah says, and Jayden gasps again as he runs a wipe over his asshole, cleaning away the remaining lube. "Now, we'll conduct the rest of the intake in our class tomorrow. For now, let's get you cleaned up and on your way. You don't want to be late to English Class. Tardiness and absenteeism are not permitted for the duration of the experiment."