The Boundaries Experiment Pt 04

Hello again! This is the fourth part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, and 3 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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The entire classroom of nineteen other university undergrads suddenly goes dead silent, the only sound the bong bong bong of the clocktower marking the time. Every eye turns to look at the six-foot-five, auburn-haired, strawberries-and-cream-skinned Frosh Quarterback, standing bare-ass naked just inside the door, wearing nothing but flip flops, a weird phone leashed onto his wrist, and a look of total and utter humiliation. And to top it off, his wagging pink dick is rock hard, curving slightly upward at its full 8 inches.

For Jayden, the moment seems to stretch on forever. He can't cover himself, can't do anything to stop these people--some of whom he considers friends--from scouring every inch of him with their eyes, whispering, staring to chortle, or in the case of the incredibly beautiful, kind and elegant Elizabeth Connors, holds a hand to her mouth with abject horror in her eyes.

Jayden starts to speak, but before he can, the phone on his wrist buzzes. His stomach sinks, but he turns it to him to check the message. "

Masturbate to ejaculation immediately!"

it reads, and he can practically hear Elijah's evil little voice in in his head, relying on that little bit of anger to tamp down just how awful this is going to be.

"I--I'm in an experiment," manages to get out, but just as his classmates look like they may listen, he has to wrap his hand around his own throbbing hot dick, or risk losing everything after coming this far into his nightmare. The other students burst out as he gives himself a stroke, cries of disbelief, laughs and a scream from Elizabeth wash over him in a wave of shame. "I'm sorry, I have to do this!"

"Alright, alright, enough." Megan Vreeland is a no-nonsense professor, a rarity in the language arts these days it would seem. A handsome, athletic woman in her mid-sixties, she had thought up until she received the email from the Dean that in her many years here at Duncan she had seen just about everything. But even for her--a lesbian since the first pride marches-- the sight of the gorgeous, gigantic football player jerking his meat in her class takes a second to get used to. "Jayden is a part of a Human Sexuality experiment known as the Boundaries Experiment. You can all read about it in your emails after class, but for the moment, what you need to know is that Jayden has to remain naked at all times, and when he gets--" she looks at Jayden's dick with disgust, then his sweaty little face then back at the class--"hard, he has to ejaculate. No matter where he is." She lets out a sigh. "And it would seem today is our lucky day. No, no questions, we just need to get this over with," she says when the students start to speak.

Professor Vreeland motions to Jayden, watching him awkwardly make his way to the front of the class, that nice thick dick still in his hand. His face is beet red with embarrassment, but it sure hasn't made him any less hard, she notices. "The floor's yours until you finish, Jayden," she says, cocking her head for a second at the way the young man moves his wrist as he pleasures himself. "Then you'll clean up your mess and we can get class started." She motions for him to face the class. "I will tell one one thing," she says, and points to the humiliated, masturbating student, "this is what cheating on exams gets you."

Jayden isn't sure if this is a dream, a nightmare, or if he might actually be in Hell. Twenty pairs of eyes watch him as he jerks himself off, slowly and awkwardly running his hand up and down his shaft, glancing from Professor Vreeland to the other students. Watching him with something between horror and fascination is Corbin Salinas, captain of the men's soccer team, while Vivianne Devecchio who he fucked in the little bathroom of her dorm room while her roommate was sleeping smirks, reveling in his humiliation. Then there's Elizabeth.

Freshman Class President, straight A student coming out of high school with a 4.75 GPA and a full academic ride, Homecoming Queen, Prom Queen, and even Miss Teen Shiveland County, she's poised, always put together, always front and center of every class with her perfect tumbling blonde locks and flawless skin. So many times, he'd looked into those innocent blue eyes and longed to know what they looked like looking up at him with a mouth full of his cock.

Instead, she's looking at him like she might be sick, only a few feet from where he's stroking his rock hard dick, close enough that he knows she must be able to smell the scent of his sweat and jizz.

"Let's move it along, Jayden," Professor Vreeland says. "This is an English class, not an anatomy lesson."

"He's screwing around, Professor." Finn MacDougan, the freckle-faced, skinny little shit who had refused to let Jayden read his notes. He looks at Jayden with a sense of satisfaction, that makes the hairs on his arms stand on end in spite of his current predicament. "We'll be here all day with him doing it dry. He needs to spit on it or something."

"Yeah, spit on it!" Tiffany Powell, a white girl with dreads who never seems to shower or wear a bra cheers from her seat. "Or let me do it!"

"You are all going to remain in your seats," the professor says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Jayden, lube yourself up with spit and get on with it. Otherwise, I have permission to institute incentive, but neither of us wants to deal with that right now. So just, I don't know, imagine yourself at home. Alone. But we have Shakespeare to discuss."

Jayden still can't believe what he's hearing, what he's experiencing, but with no way out, all he can do is try not to look anyone in the eye as he works up some spit, and dribbles it down onto his cock. Most of the class lets out a sound of disgust, and he is wondering why he didn't just spit in his free hand when the pleasure upgrade from the natural lubricant sends his brain sideways.

His breath catches as he strokes himself, apparently still sensitive from the weird, powerful orgasm from the Dean's finger fucking. But after being so out of control for that, this small measure of control feels good, of letting himself have pleasure even in the most humiliating circumstances. He spits again, letting out a groan as he slides his hand over his iron-hard meat.

"Don't neglect the balls," Corbin says, painfully handsome, caramel complected and watching with an amused curiosity. "That's your problem man. Play with those big old balls."

It's good advice, he thinks bizarrely, but realizes it's not advice at all, but a command. He reaches down and starts to play with his balls, strangely glad that at least now his classmates are getting to see him in all his glory. Now nobody in this room will make fun of his dick if it shrinks in the breeze. They'll know, he thinks, pumping his hand faster, slouched over slightly to play with his pendulous balls. His eyes meet with Elizabeth's, and she lets out the sweetest, most innocent, most mind-blowingly feminine little moan of surprise.

And that's all it takes.

The entire class exclaims as Jayden explodes, nearly losing his balance as his balls unleash a torrent, raining rope after rope of white from the tip of his swollen cock as he pumps, unable to stop, unable to think--

Unable to realize that he's spraying his entire load onto his screaming crush. Elizabeth tries to shield herself as Jayden's hot white jizz splashes onto her face, into her hair, onto her hands and blouse, all over her desk and notebook, just thick, viscous white strands landing on every surface.

Only when he stops, sweating, trembling, panting for air and trying not to drool on himself, does he realize what he's just done.

"You disgusting freak!" Elizabeth screams at him, and slaps him hard across the face as she jumps up from her seat. "I hate you! " She turns and dashes out the door as tears fill her eyes, and Jayden's world crashes yet again, rock bottom opening to show a new level of self-loathing.

"How goddamned careless," the professor says, shaking her head. This was already a stretch of her patience, but watching that was the last straw. She snatches Jayden by the ear, the pain such a powerful contrast to the mind-blowing pleasure he'd just experienced. "Stupid straight boy. New lesson plan everyone," she says sitting in a chair she'd pulled to the front of the room. "Today we learn about manners and consent, which Jayden clearly doesn't understand." She forces him down pulling him until he's laying across her lap, withering dick leaving snail trails across her trouser leg. With an angry hiss, she brings a swift hand down on that big white ass. "Little prick" escapes her lips as she brings another hand down, completely oblivious in the moment to the shocked and intrigued stares of the others. "You're the object, you're the idiot who cheated and consented to this, you're the one who deserves to be humiliated, not her!" she says, smacking that ass again, making it pinker with each hand-fall. "She did not consent to that, you little pretty boy asshole," she says through grit teeth, bringing her hand down yet again. "You just count yourself lucky I'm disciplining you and not Mr. Fisher or the Dean. Isn't that right?" She smacks him again, loving the way that big ass jiggles just the right amount. "Thank me for taking mercy on you."

"Thank you," Jayden says as her hand comes down again. He can feel everyone's impression of him, of the big strong jock who gets whatever lady he wants, of the cool, charming guy, shattering into a million pieces as he lets out a yelp, the swats to his ass becoming more and more painful. "Thank you I'm sorry," he rasps.

Finally, Professor Vreeland subsides, letting out a sigh and pushing Jayden to the floor, confident his young body can handle it. She stands and brushes herself off. "Let this be a warning to any of you who think you're going to cheat on an exam or step out of line. The Administration is as sick of your shit as the rest of us." She straightens her blouse, and looks down at the ridiculous, snivelling naked boy at her feet. "Now, while you're down there, find where you drained your stupid little twingus on my floor and lick it up. I'm going to get you the equipment to clean Liz's desk, and you're going to do that thoroughly while your classmates and I get to work. But in the meantime," She roughly pulls him into a crouching on his knees, then grabs the back of his neck and pushes it toward the floor. "See all the little spots? Lick 'em. Every single one." She pushes down and literally rubs his nose in a trail of his now cold white jizz, causing the rest of the class to laugh.

The smell of his own jizz fills his nostrils, more familiar to him now than it had been this morning. But licking it off the floor in front of his classmates is entirely different. His arms shake as he supports himself, and sticks out his tongue, lowering it to the floor until he's licking the cold tile. He gags at the taste, and he's not the only one.

"Dude, that's so fucking gross," Corbin says, looking away and covering his mouth, but almost forced to glance back and renew his revulsion every few seconds. "Oh that's fucked."

"Mr. Salinas, one more word out of you and you'll help him." The professor says, and he starts to mouth back but she silences him with a point of her finger and a stern gaze. "Try me," she says, and lucky for him, Corbin decides not to.

Meanwhile, Jayden has made his way to the desk, his stomach twisting, his mouth filled with salty, slimy jizz and his hands and dick still covered in it. He looks up at his classmates, wishing he'd kept his eyes on the floor as he meets looks of derision, disgust, lust and sympathy, the last being the hardest, making him the most humiliated. Professor Vreeland breaks the sick spell of the moment by grabbing him by the ear and pulling him to his feet. She shoves disinfectant and a rag into his hand. "Clean her desk. Then, you will sit on the floor for the remainder of class." She flicks the tip of his dick, causing Jayden to gasp in pain. "And keep that under control. If you have to jerk that idiot rod in this class again, you're going to regret my stipulations. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Professor Vreeland," Jayden says, squirming in her grasp. "Please, can I clean Elizabeth's desk so we can start learning?" He looks at her with his big brown eyes, never having thought he'd be begging to hear about Hamlet. "Please?"

She rolls her eyes and releases him, gesturing for him to get to work. "Alright, ignore the reeking, sweaty, semen-drenched lummox at the front of the class, and let's get into this week's assigned reading," she starts as Jayden wipes his spunk from the wooden desk and holds back tears, every eye in the class on him.

Finally, when the desk is clean, he sets the rag and disinfectant down and awkwardly tries to squat down by the Dean's desk. But his legs still burn and for just a second he is afraid his open asshole might pass gas right here in front of the class. Because of course, no one is interested in the professor. Of course, no one wants to hear about the works and words of Shakespeare. They all stare as he lowers himself onto the tile, beneath humiliation, hair damp with his own sweat and skin sticky with his own jizz, while all those eyes scan every inch of his skin.

About halfway through the class, Corbin raises his hand. "Yeah," he says when Professor Vreeland calls on him, "can you make Jayden sit different," he says, gesturing to the way Jayden has one leg up, half-reclined in an effort to find some comfort. "I can't focus with his little pink starfish smiling at me like that."

Everyone laughs, and even the professor cracks a smile as Jayden scrambles to sit differently. But the professor give him a stern look and snaps her fingers. "I'm sorry, Corbin, but our resident cheater doesn't get to cover himself. You'll just have to look away." She smirks. "Unless, that is, you enjoy looking."

"What? Fuck no. This is some sick shit," Corbin says, and clears his throat. "Ma'am. Just saying."

"Well, focus on your studies or you might find out just it's like being on the other side of the sick shit." Corbin pales and Professor Vreeland is feeling very satisfied with herself when the sound of the clock tower announces the end of class. "Alright, don't forget your reading for next week. Pop oral exams on the rest of Hamlet!" The class sighs and begins to head out, but when Jayden starts to climb up from the ground, she pushes him back down with the toe of her heeled boot. "Not so fast, you," she says, more disgusted by him the longer she has to look at how pathetic he is. "You have to wait to check in with your handler or whatever they've turned poor Sebastian into. And now everyone around you has to deal with your nakedness and stink. All to accommodate another spoiled, privileged little straight boy who should have been expelled."

"Actually, professor, Jayden is from an underprivileged family," Sebastian says as he enters the room. For a moment, relief washes through Jayden, the sight of the familiar classmate who had guided him here a balm to his spirit. That is, until he reminds himself that Sebastian had purposefully gotten him hard so he would have to jerk first thing after coming into class. But, at the moment, the guy is the closest thing he has to an ally. "He's the first in his family to go to University, and he is choosing to help the Psychology Department rather than abandon his education." He offers his hand to Jayden, who doesn't need the help up, but takes the symbolic offering anyway.

"Sure, kid," Professor Vreeland says, aching for a smoke. "Just take him and get out of here. I don't want my next class derailed by him too."

"Oh, I'm not taking him," Sebastian says, turning to look Jayden in the eye. "The Dean and Mr. Fisher said to check on you, but then you're on your own because your classes are done for the day. So, you're on your own." He stands on his tiptoes and kisses Jayden's lips, giving his ass a greedy squeeze. "But I'll see you around." He looks down at Jayden's cock, smirking to himself as it reacts to him. "Try not to get hard again too soon. Save some for later." With a grin, he turns and makes his way out the door, leaving Jayden feeling completely alone.

"Alright, get out," Professor Vreeland says, and smacks Jayden's asscheek as she grasps his wrist, guiding him to the open door. "Go get that attention you were always disrupting my class to get before any of this." She shoves him out into the bustling hallway with a dark smile on her lips. "Be careful what you wish for, Jayden."