Hello again! This is the fifth part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, 3 and 4 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 and stay tuned for more! So much erotic straight and gay content is on the horizon!
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Jayden, his hands, abs and thighs still sticky, his tongue still coated with the taste of himself and his ass stinging from the blows from Professor Vreeland's firm hand doesn't even have time to accept the reality of being thrust alone into the busy hallway before someone is grabbing his bicep.
"See guys?" Corbin Salinas says, pointing at Jayden with his free hand, a strange look of disbelief and cruelty filling his handsome features. Just last week, they'd been, if not friends then definitely friendly acquaintances. Now, the soccer captain's fingers dug into his arm as he made sure Jayden didn't run off. "Just like it says in your email. He had to jerk it for the whole class and came all over poor Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth Connor?" Brandon Snively, another soccer player says. It's then that he realizes most of the Frosh soccer team is standing around him in their street clothes, their gazes ranging from amusement to disgust. "Dude I heard she's a virgin. That little pink button was probably the first dick she ever even saw," the blond says, nearly a foot shorter than Jayden at 5'8'', which only makes the humiliation that much more complete. "That's sick."
"Vreeland punished him for it," Corbin says with growing glee at feeling total power over the cocky quarterback, his brown eyes sparkling with it. "Spanked him over her knee." He forces Jayden to turn around and show them his ass. "Look at the handprints!"
"Holy fuck," Sampson Rivers, his long dark hair tied up in a top not with the sides shaved, bring his hand down on Jayden's ass, causing Jayden to jump and the other guys to laugh.
"Hey!" Jayden says and spins around, causing the smaller men to jump back from him by instinct. His anger and indignation start to rise now that he's on his own. He might be naked and stink like jizz, but he's still Jayden O'Donnell and he could kick all their asses with one hand. "Knock that shit off, okay? I don't have any control over this. It's just some fucked up punishment Elijah Fisher's fat ass cooked up for me, alright? You don't need to make it harder for me. Now fuck off before I show you I don't need clothes to fuck you up."
The soccer players look nervous, and look like they might actually move off and let him at least get out of the Language Arts building with something like a shred of his dignity. But it's Corbin who breaks the spell of Jayden's physical intimidation and steps toward him instead, a sinister smile forming on his lips. "Show us your asshole, then stick your finger in it."
There's whispers of "dude?" and "gross!" and "let's just go!" from the others, but Corbin holds his ground. He's only a few inches shorter than Jayden, and those dark eyes burn into him. "I said, show us hole, then finger yourself, bitch."
Jayden's phone chimes, and he doesn't even need to look at it to know it's an order for him to do as he's told. His hands shake with indignation, anger turning to broken humiliation as he realizes he has no choice. If he refuses, or if he resorts to violence, he's out of the experiment, homeless, in debt, and left with nothing for everything he's already endured. Refusing to cry and humiliate himself further, he takes a deep breath and turns around.
"Holy shit he's doing it," Corbin says, laughing and playfully shoving his teammates. "Yo! Everybody get over here and watch O'Donnell finger his ass!" he calls out, voice carrying through the hall.
And just when he thought the day couldn't get worse, the sound of footsteps and gasps and laughter come from all sides. Hands paused on his asscheeks, he turns his head to see an ever-growing crowd of all genders pressing in, many with their phones raised high. "Hurry up!" Corbin says, and smacks Jayden's sore ass again, eliciting a wave of hoots and laughter. "Some of us have places to be, bitch."
"Fuck you," Jayden says, teeth grit, but he bites into his lower lip as he turns back around, not wanting to see their faces when it happens. This is a nightmare. It has to be. The crushing reality of not only having to do this, but being powerless against another man is just too alien for him to compute as real. He closes his eyes, and with all the courage and willpower in him, leans forward and spreads apart his asscheeks.
The crowd goes wild, shouts and groans roll through, but laughter rings out over it all. All of them, staring at his pink asshole, looking at each individual auburn hair in the ring around it, commenting on how pink it is. One girl even calls it cute. Jayden feels sick to his stomach, and wishes to everything fire would just shoot out of his ass and consume them all. But he knows it won't. This is real life. This is his life. And he's about to have to finger his own asshole for the first time while dozens of people watch, comment, stream and record.
Before he can, Corbin shoots forward and shoves the tip of his thumb into Jayden's unsuspecting hole. "Oil check!" he shouts, and everyone laughs as Jayden struggles to regain what composure he can. "I told you fucking hurry up, bitch," he says with a cruel laugh and wipes his thumb on Jayden's back.
"I can't believe I let him fuck me!" A girl calls out, the words slicing through Jayden like little else has. "Finger that big ass, Fuckboy!"
Time crawls as he forces his eyes shut. He takes one finger and puts it in his mouth, knowing if he doesn't, it's going to hurt when he tries to put it in. He tries to focus on the sound of his breathing, tries to focus on anything other than what's happening, but he can't block out the weird silence as the tip of his finger pushes past his pink ring, still swollen from Elijah and the Dean's manipulations. As soon as his starts to push the finger in deeper, however, the crowd bursts out in a roar. Disbelief, disgust, and guilty lust mingle heavy in the air as he pushes past the pain and humiliation to fulfill the request that stands between him and losing everything forever.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch?" Corbin says, watching him with satisfaction and pretending his own dick isn't getting hard on the feeling of total control. "Are you going to get hard again so you can show everybody how big that little button gets?"
Before Jayden can even think of a response, the crowd starts letting out the sounds of protest, someone—or many someones—pushing their way through the crowd. "What the fuck do you little soccer twerps think you're do—holy fuck, O'Donnell, knock that shit off!"
The voice was that of one of his linebackers, Owen Saunders, and brought with it a fresh wave of shame but also a deep sense of relief that finally, he might have an ally. He pulls his finger out and turns around, dick and balls practically trying to climb back into him with at the size of the crowd.
Owen Saunders is huge. At least a couple inches taller than Jayden and what looks like a hundred pounds of solid muscle and mama's home cooking heavier, the big blond hailed originally from the Midwest, and he and John Draper formed a defensive line that had made him untouchable, and an offensive line that had put at least one opposing quarterback in the hospital for a night already. And now, John—nearly as big as Owen but with raven-black hair and an olive complexion—is shoving people back into each other, causing the soccer boys to step up as the rest of the crowd skitters away. Owen, meanwhile, is standing face to face with Corbin, towering over him.
"So when did you come out?" he challenges. "Soccer captain flaming homo would have been big news in the Duncan Reporter."
Corbin, for his part, squares up, refusing to show fear after just having felt the drug that is total power over another man—a man who had often acted like his better. "Fuck you. I was just helping with the experiment. This is what he signed up for, right?"
