The Boundaries Experiment Pt 06

Hello again! This is the sixth part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, 3, 4 and 5 to catch up. The following story themes of m/m eroticism, f/m eroticism, cfnm, cmnm, enm, Mdom, Femdom, 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 fun across the sexual spectrum!

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For just a split second, Jayden is finally alone. He takes a breath, and decides to take the moment to take a piss in private. He looks over at the stalls, and sees the "special" one reserved for him. A direct shot from the door, he notices, it sits there, the stall door removed, the toilet shining white and completely in the open. He walks over to it, and his gut sinks when he sees the urine on the seat and the floor, with bits of toilet paper here and there. This is his to clean now, he remembers, and wonders when the janitorial staff are going to force the task on him for the first time.

For the moment, he decides to focus on the task at hand, and lets loose a warm stream of relief, suddenly being very careful about his aim.

But his moment of respite is short-lived, and the door swings open with a breeze that sets his skin tingling and makes his dick pull back. He sighs, and concentrates on finishing his business rather than turning around.

But he realizes as he gives his dick a little shake, that whoever came in would have had to get a direct look at his naked ass, but said nothing. The thought actually makes him nervous to turn around.

Don't be a pussy,

he tells himself, and finally forces himself to turn. When he does, it's all he can do not to jump out of his skin as he comes face to face with Forest McBride, the tall, lanky nerd down the hall who never seems to talk to anyone, and who always seems to wear the same grey t-shirt and cargo shorts. Right now, he's starring at Jayden as if hypnotized, his brown hair a greasy mess as usual, amber-hazel eyes starring, jaw slightly slack.

"The fuck are you staring at?" is what automatically pops out of Jayden's mouth, and he squares up. He can't help but smirk with the skinny geek flinches. "It's a punishment, okay? Now mo—"

"You have to do what I say," Forest says, his voice nearly cracking as he asserts himself. He meets Jayden's gaze, and Jayden feels as though he's been punched in the gut. "I read my email. And you have to do what I say, Jayden."

"Not just anything. You can't—

"Sexual things," Forest says, and nods. "I know. So," he looks around nervously, and Jayden notices his hands are shaking, "g-go back in the stall."

"What?" Jayden shakes his head. "That's not sexual, and if you're going to tell me to lick the toilet or something, I'm protesting that one. That could make me really sick."

"It's nothing like that," Forest says, almost looking apologetic, but he hardens his gaze. "Just go back in there and sit."

"You're a fucking little prick," Jayden says, his jaw set hard, but his phone dings and he knows he has no choice. He makes his way to the stall and checks, grateful to see the only command so far is to follow Forest's orders. He stops and takes a second to carefully wipe the seat of the toilet with a few squares of toilet paper before he turns and meets Forest's gaze defiantly again. "So what is it?" he asks as he lowers himself onto the toilet, keeping his cock and balls out of the bowl as best he can. "Are you into dudes? Is that why you never talk to anybody? Because it's cool to be gay—"

"I'm not gay!" Forest snaps. "And you're the prick!" he says, pointing a finger in Jayden's face. "Always picking on me, making jokes to your friends. To the girls. Well now, you have to do what I say, and I'm going to show you who the bigger man is."

"So, what, you're going to make me suck your dick to get your revenge?" Jayden says, then immediately wishes he hadn't. "Because that's pretty gay," he says, hoping to undo the potential damage done.

"I—I've never had my dick sucked and I want it to be special, and a girl, so no," Forest says. "But I want you to see," he says and starts undoing his fly, "that I'm the bigger man!" with trembling hands, he pulls out his dick. Soft, it's over six inches long, and thick enough that hard it must be nearly a beer-can around. His balls aren't as big as Jayden's, but hang lower, and the unwashed musk of them overpowers the stink of the bathroom to reach Jayden's nose. "Yeah, I'm way bigger than you. Always parading around, and all you have is that little button. Spread your legs!"

The command makes Jayden flinch back, fear gripping him for the first time in all this. "Look man, okay, your dick is big, you're a hero or a stud or whatever you—"

"Spread your legs!" Forest commands again, then reaches down to take one of Jayden's knees in each hand and force them apart. He's not strong enough to do it if Jayden resisted him, but Jayden knows if he tries, he'll only get worse from Elijah as punishment. He sighs and lets his legs be pushed apart, balls nearly brushing the surface of the water.

"Okay, there, they're spread," he says, gut twisting. "Please though, dude, don't—"

"Shut up!" Forest says, and straightens. He takes his dick in his hand bizarrely, seems to be aiming it at the toilet bowl between Jayden's legs. "I'm going to pee between your legs while you watch. If you move too much, I'll be on you, so stay still."

"Dude..." Jayden starts, but the look in the other freshman's eyes tells him that there's no way out of this for him but compliance. "Fine."

"Yeah, fine," Forest says, and lets loose a stream of piss. But that first stream doesn't hit the bowl. Instead, it's a direct hit on Jayden's balls.

"Hey!" he cries, the warm liquid splashing on him a strange violation unlike any other. Especially fresh from his shower. He tries to move away from the stream, but Forest does it for him, re-aiming to hit directly into the water between Jayden's legs. But he can feel the splashes on his ass, his balls, his thighs, and as he looks up at the geek, he feels lower than he knew possible.

"Stay still or I'll piss all over you and you'll have to beg someone to shower with you," Forest says, feeling the flush of power and vengeance that washes over him like a wave as his piss continues to flow. "How does it feel, to feel powerless? To know I could make you do anything for how you treated me? How does it feel to know you're at my mercy and taking my piss?"

"Fuck you," Jayden says, then lets out a breath when his phone dings. He checks it, carefully not to shift too much. "It says I have to describe it to you," he says, looking up at Forest and wishing he could just pound that face. "It feels like I hate you. It feels like everything I am is being taken away, and like I'm barely even a person. It feels shitty. Happy?"

"Yeah," Forest says, his stream subsiding as Jayden speaks. He finishes, and shakes it, flecks of urine flying all over Jayden. "Because that's how you've made me feel every day this semester. So remember that, and remember that I didn't make you lick the urine from my urethra when I could have." And without another word, Forest turns and dashes out of the bathroom.

"What the fuck was that?" Jayden says to himself, wishing for everything he could just go take another shower. Instead, he goes to the sink, and gives himself a whorebath with paper towels, realizing that unless he puts on some deodorant, he's going to eventually end up keeping people away with just his B.O. But then again, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Finally, as clean as he can be, he takes in a breath and resolves himself to having to step out into the busy hallway beyond. After all, he thinks, what could happen on the short walk to his dorm room that could possibly be worse than this?

"Smile for me, baby," comes the answer from the universe as Jayden opens the door. There, waiting for him, are three of the hottest girls on his floor, their phones aimed right at him.

Astrid Carmichael is, as usual, front and center, her phone case the exact color of her professionally manicured nails, her dark hair styled to frame her perfectly made-up face. She grins, staring him down with those wicked green yes. "I said, smile," she says, and steps closer, running a hand over Jayden's pecs, trailing her fingers down over his abs. "Be a good boy or I'll ask you to do something worse."

Jayden's pulse quickens, his throat suddenly dry and all the blood in him rushing right to his dick. He takes a breath in through his nose, and manages a smile, willing himself not to get hard. "Hi Astrid," he says, trying to focus on the wall, the ceiling, anything but the three sexy girls.

"And Amy and Crystal," she admonishes, gesturing to the two similarly glammed out girls on either side of her, Amy with her massive tits and cascading blonde curls, and Crystal with pink streaks in her brunette locks and a reputation for knowing how to use her tongue. She lets her fingers trail down to his brush of auburn pubes, and Jayden can't hold back his gasp as she almost casually starts to play with them. "We read our emails and we watched the video of that guy making you finger yourself, so we know you're all ours."

Crystal reaches out and pinches Jayden's nipple. "And I was extra excited to hear it, considering how I gave you head at the Kappa Delta Phi party two weeks ago, and then let you fuck me in your car the next day on a lunch break, and you've been avoiding me since." Astrid doesn't seem surprised at all, but Amy gapes at her. "What? Like you haven't been under Owen every weekend for a month."

Amy blushes. "I—I thought I saw him in our hall," she says to Jayden. "Was that him?"

"Yeah," Jayden says, wishing the hopeful look in the busty blonde's eyes would somehow combat the erection that desperately seeks to grow. "He had to go though. He, uh, did me a favor really quick was all."

"Yeah, I bet," Astrid says, and leans in close, one finger brushing Jayden's cock. "Does your breath smell like his dick, Jayden?"

Amy gasps, but Jayden shakes his head, trying to think of anything, anything in the world to not get hard. "No," he says, his jaw set hard. "Does yours?"

Crystal laughs, but Astrid's eyes turn mean. She pushes Jayden back against the door. "I was going to wait until I made you hard and you had to do it," Astrid says with venom on her glossy lips. "But forget it." She grabs Jayden's dick and gives it a squeeze, then flicks his balls with her fingernail. "Jerk it for us," she says, holding her phone out as she live-streams. "But if you cum before we tell you to, I'll make you do something you'll regret. Clear?"

"Ooh, I like that," Crystal says, and runs her hand over Jayden's ass, giving it a squeeze. "I might even have to go get my vibrator. Don't worry, you won't be the first boy I fuck with it."

"Please no," Jayden says, and lets out a sigh as he takes his dick in his hand. He feels helpless, trapped by these specimens of young womanhood, these 19-year-old nymphs as their phones document his torment. But also his arousal, the deep craving for their touch that has him wanting to perform for them, to please him, some strange urge that has him rock hard and throbbing in his hand in seconds.

"It's bigger than I thought when I saw that little button," Astrid says, admiring him as he slowly begins to stroke himself.

"I told you," Crystal says, and licks her lips, watching Jayden run his hand along that perfect pink rod, and craving it, her friends' judgement be damned. But for now, she controls herself. Right now comes the revenge. The pleasure she'll save for later. "He better be careful though. He only lasted five minutes with me."

"We were kind of in a hurry, and it took you fifteen when you were sucking me," Jayden says, hissing with pleasure as a bead of precum forms at his tip. "You haven't gotten the full experience."

"Well, why would she want it now, Science Slut?" Astrid quips, taking Jayden's balls in her hand. "Everyone owns these now. They're public property. Claiming you would be like claiming a public bench."

"Jealous this is what it took for you to be able to touch me?" Jayden says without thinking, still stroking himself as he meets her gaze defiantly. But the anger in his eyes makes him regret it immediately.

"Everybody come look!" she calls out as she steps back. "Hurry! Jaybird is going to jizz for us!"

Jayden's gut twists and the world goes a little hazy all over again as his neighbors start to come out of their rooms. Guys and girls—mostly freshman but with a few sophomores and juniors—start to file out into the hall, some laughing, some gasping, and most pulling out their phones.

"Dude, Jayden, this is some twisted shit, bro," one guy says, looking at him with a combination of horror and sympathy.

"It's what he gets for cheating," Astrid says, and drags her nails lightly over Jayden's chest before stepping back again. "But you know what, this isn't working for me. Sit."

"What?" Jayden says, trying to even make sense of what's being said as he watches more and more familiar faces drink in his naked body and his pulsing eight inch dick with its slight upward bend as he strokes it.

"Sit, boy," she says, and points to the floor next to the door. "Sit with your knees up and your legs open. Let's see that little pink butthole you showed us all earlier."

"Do you have to be so mean, Astrid?" Amy asks, her phone down now as she reads a text. "Owen says this is super hard for Jayden."

"I don't give a shit what that hunk of meat you wish was your boyfriend says," Astrid spits, feeling the power in her hands. "Now—" she smiles as the phone on Jayden's wrist dings—"I think you're being told to do what I say."

Jayden nearly calls her a bitch, but manages to hold it back as he moves to stand against the wall, then slides down to the floor. The cold tile feels strange on his bare ass cheeks and balls, but the worst is having to look up at everyone while he jerks himself and tries to find the right position.

"Slide down further, and move your big stupid balls out of the way," Astrid says, trying to get a closeup on Jayden's taint and pretty pink asshole. "Good boy," she purrs as he lifts his balls up, holding them while he slides his hand along his shaft, quickly becoming slick with precum. "Now," she says and brings her sandaled foot up to his face, "kiss my foot. And don't you dare cum until I say, or you'll regret it."

He hates her, despises Astrid in this moment, but he also feels like even without the commands from his phone, he might just to anything to please this commanding goddess. Never looking away from her eyes, he takes her foot in his hand and kisses the top of it between the leather straps of her sandal. "There," he says, having to slow his hand to keep control, and wondering how that's even possible.

"There, Mistress," she says, and taps the tip of his dick with the sole of her shoe. Onlookers gasp and laugh in disbelief.

"There, Mistress," Jayden grinds out, knowing he should be utterly crushed under the weight of the humiliation, but every pair of eyes on him suddenly like a pair of sweet, exploring lips, the total loss of control to this sexy, evil girl a powerful aphrodisiac that leaves him aching for more and deeply confused.

"Kiss it again. Kiss all my toes," she says, standing on one foot as he starts to do as he's told, but never looks away from her so she can see every drop of arousal and every ion of humiliation that runs through him. It makes her so wet she's worried she'll soak through her panties. "But don't you come yet, Naughty Doggy. You just lick mama's toes."

"Lick them? Nasty!" someone says, eliciting a wave of laughter.

But Jayden does as he's told. The taste is awful leather and sweat, but he's too horny to even properly register it. His whole world is Astrid's eyes. Pleasing her so he can come. Doing whatever she wants so that he can have release.

"Tell me you love my toes," she says. "Then suck them. Suck each toe."

"I love your toes, Mistress," Jayden says, and takes her big toe in his mouth. The little audience filling the hallway groans, but it's all he can do not to come, his breath coming in gasps. He starts to suck each toe, breath coming faster. "I—I need to come, mistress," he groans.

"Aw, do you need to come?" She pulls back her foot, brings it down to Jayden's balls, and presses against the big pink eggs. "You'll come when I say you can."

"Stop it!" squeaks Amy. "You'll hurt him! That's against the rules!"

"I'm not hurting him, am I baby?" Astrid says, and presses a little harder. But the pain only increases Jayden's need, and a long stick rope of precum drips from his tip onto his abs. "See? He likes it. But he won't like what happens if he comes before I say he can."

"Are you free this weekend, Astrid?" a male student asks, and everyone laughs again. But for Jayden, there is only one person in the world.

"Please, please let me come, mistress, please," he begs, his breath coming in pants, already coated in a fresh sheen of sweat. "Please, uuuugh, please."

Astrid just grins, watching him. "Pathetic," she says, and lets out a sigh. "Fine. You may come."

And just like that, Jayden starts to shoot thick white ropes over his abs, his chest, another rope splashing his chin. But just as he's nearing his peak, Astrid pulls on his wrist. "Hands off!" she commands forcing him to release his grip, forcing him to stop pumping, stopping the pleasure right in the middle of a spurt of sticky in a way that has his balls feeling like they're exploding and him feeling like he might loose his mind.

"Ahhh, why?" he says, desperately wanting to grab himself, to finish right, to even start all over just to get that full release.

"Because men like you deserve to be punished," Astrid hisses. "What you did to Crystal was fucked, but I know you've done worse. I've heard the stories." She runs her fingers across his abs, covering them with thick jizz, then smears it across his face, sticking her fingers into his mouth. "Taste that? That's you reaping what you sow, you stupid prick."

The taste of himself is better from the fingers of this girl than from the floor, he bizarrely decides, sitting on the cold tile, covered in himself for everyone to see. The sheer horror of that comes crashing back to him as the ruined orgasm sets heavily into his balls. "Please," he all but whispers. "Let me go again and finish right. I'll—"

"Shut up," Astrid says, and stands. "I'm done with you for today. But watch that sweet little ass. I have plans for it," she says, and with a wicked smirk, turns and struts away.

"And I'll see you soon," Crystal says, and scoops up some of the cum from his chest with her finger. She pops it into her mouth and sucks it clean. "Stud."

"I'm so sorry about Astrid, Jayden," Amy says, pulling tissues from her purse as she kneels next to him, the crowd around them starting to disperse some. "She's just an angry person. But Owen and me have your back, okay?" She gives him a little smile. "This too shall pass, right?"

"Right," Jayden says, and gives her a smile. But her kindness is far worse for him than Astrid's cruelty or Crystal's sexualization. It reminds him that he's powerless, humiliated, vulnerable. But at least it's a quick remedy for his lingering boner. "Uh, can I... go?"

"Get up." The voice is one Jayden knows well, and it cuts him to the core. He looks up to see his roommate, Nathan, glaring at him with his dark eyes. Amy and Crystal fall back, looking at the two men and wondering what might be about to happen. "Now."

"I'm not exactly down here because I want to be, man," Jayden says as he pushes himself back up the wall, rising to a standing position on unsteady legs, feeling the still warm jizz slide over his torso. He wipes at it with the tissues. "Look—"