Hello again! This is the third part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Part One and Part Two 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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"English class?" Jayden says, still holding his legs in the air with Sebastian's arms wrapped around him, Elijah and the Dean staring down at his deflating cock and the evidence of his orgasm still leaking from it, pooling on his abs and dewing on his trim auburn pubes. "But—but can't I shower first?"
"I hardly think there would be time," the Dean says. She walks over and scoops up some of Jayden from his abs, and carries in on one graceful, manicured finger under her nose.
"Fascinating," Elijah whispers.
"I enjoy the smell, but not the taste." She brings her finger to Jayden's lips, then pushes it inside, forcing him to clean himself from her flesh. It's deeply erotic, but he wills himself not to get hard again. There's no telling what they might have him do if he gets hard again. "You do learn quickly," she says approving, then tosses a packet of tissues onto his chest. "Now, get cleaned up. I will get the emails sent out to everyone notifying them of the experiment immediately, but, in the meantime, we don't want the novelty of your nudity to result in the use of one of your very limited Excused Tardies or even more limited Excused absences."
"I thought they were prohibited," Jayden says as Elijah lets him finally lower his feet, Sebastian releasing his arms just as soon as he's stable. He starts cleaning the thick, white strings and pools from his pale skin with the flimsy tissues, which tear and stick, making it clear he's going to English not only naked, but sticky and smelling like jizz.
"Ah, well, we do have to be realistic," Elijah says. "You are still subject to illness, though I or Psychology Department Head Dr. Benton will need to confirm any such illness personally for the absence to be excused. The same goes for accident or injury." He dabs and errant strand of Jayden's post-orgasm leakage, and brings it to his own lips. "I do enjoy the taste, but not as much as pussy," he says with a smirk. "But I digress. The other valid reason for missing a class is a request from a petitioner. We can't exactly ask a cheerleading squad to stop taking turns riding you, or the lacrosse team from to just pause in the middle of ejaculating on your face, now can we? But you will need to take a picture of the activity on your phone and submit it to us immediately." He takes Jayden's dick between his two fingers, just to remind him once more the position he's in. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Elijah, sir," Jayden says, humiliated to his core, but unable to keep from looking over at the Dean and the way she can't stop staring at him. "How am I going to—" he sighs—" to get to class without being late today, sir? It's crowded out. If I walk out balls hanging, people are going to swarm me."
"You might be surprised, Jayden," Elijah says. "People don't change their entire social construct of themselves over one naked man. It's going to take time for them to become comfortable touching you, commanding you, using you for their pleasure." The words make Jayden's skin crawl, but also make his dick jump in a way that has him all the more ashamed of himself. "But," he says, trailing a casually exploring finger over the quarterback's balls, "just to be sure, Sebastian is going to escort you to class and make sure your instructor has received her email. We wouldn't want to panic her and have her mace you or kick you in these gorgeous balls, not knowing what's going on, now would we?"
"Fuck no," Jayden says, then cries out when the Dean smacks him hard on the ass with a ruler.
"What, because your big pink Johnson is out you think you can just use whatever language you like in my presence?" She says, and shakes her head. "Get to class, Mr. O'Donnell, before your first excused absence is a punishment you won't forget."
"Yes, Ma'am," Jayden says, his hands trembling, heart racing, and it taking every ounce of will not to get hard again as he hangs on the sheer power dripping from her every word.
"Sebastian, if you would," Elijah says, taking the used tissues from Jayden's hand and bringing him to stand next to the student receptionist. "Now, Sebastian, I'd like to set a petition for Jayden, but I'll need your consent. Will you consent to holding Jayden's hand until the two of you reach his English class, and checking in with him after? Your History class during that time is just next door, correct?"
"Correct," Sebastian says, disappointed because he had fully planned to leave here and go and jerk himself silly in the third floor bathroom, where nobody ever goes, but also deeply and wildly aroused at the idea of the naked jock having to hold the hand of the Secretary of the LGBTQIA+ Alliance and walk across campus. His own manhood is aching in his designer boxer briefs, his skin hot to the touch. "I consent to Jayden holding my hand, and to guiding him to class, and to checking on him," he says, a thrill moving through him at the sense of power over this young man his own age who towers over him physically. He reaches down and takes Jayden's hand, but when he finds it trembling, sympathy blooms within him. "Hey," he says softly, getting Jayden to turn those dark brown eyes on him, "you'll be okay. Anything in the name of science, right?"
Jayden laughs. Actually laughs, and shakes his head. His entire world is crashing down, and he could get really pissed at this little homo for teasing him right now, but instead, he lets himself have what feels like is going to be the last laugh he'll ever have. "For science," he says, and blows out a breath. He looks at the clock. "Dean Davis, Mr. Fisher, I'm not in a huge hurry to go live my nightmare, but if we don't leave soon, we're going to be late."
"How conscientious of you, Jayden, even now. Mark that note, Mr. Fisher," the Dean says, then shocks him by leaning in and kissing his lips, grabbing a hefty handful of his ass. The scent of perfume and woman overtakes him and he leans in to reciprocate the kiss, his manhood starting to rise in response, the world forgotten at the taste of her lips. But it comes crashing back as she brings her ruler down on his tender dick just once. Just enough to make him groan and grab himself, his hands getting batted away. "You don't have time for tumescence release now, young man. Now, off to class."
Jayden's mouth is completely dry as Sebastian leads him out of the office and into the reception area. Right off the bat, two coeds on their way to request an appointment gasp upon seeing him, unsure of exactly what they're witnessing.
"Oh my god, what's happening right now?" the brunette asks, her face somewhere between amused and disgusted. "Some gay protest?"
