Hello again! This is the ninth part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 to catch up. The following story themes of m/m eroticism, cmnm, enm, nonconsensual public sex 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. This chapter focuses primarily on CMNM and first time m/m experiences. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more fun across the sexual spectrum!
A solid slap to the ass shakes Jayden from his moment of dread. But the phrase out of the frying pan and into the fire immediately comes to mind.
"Jaybird, Jaybird, Jaybird. The luckiest fucking cheater." An arm slings around his shoulders, the unmistakable feeling and smell of a letterman's jacket coming with it. But in the dark and the chaos of the moment, with other bodies and laughing faces moving in around them, he can't quite make out who has him in his grasp. "Fuck up your life, the frosh football season, and get blown by an upper classmen goddess?"
His captor draws back to point at one of the other young men, and Jayden's gut twists all the more when he spots that head of effortlessly perfectly styled blond hair and that joker's grin, paired with the coldest blue eyes he's ever seen. "Brother Dalton," the blond says, pointing to a young guy with a shaved head and a wicked grin of his own, "does that sound like justice to you? Do you think what Sister Stacy of Tau Eta Chi did was in the spirit of this student's punishment?"
"No I don't, Brother Saunders," he says, and reaches out to pinch one of Jayden's already raw pink nipples. "I think he's getting off too easy."
"I couldn't agree more." Shane Saunders is Owen's big brother, both by blood and within the Alpha Beta Alpha fraternity--if Owen can survive their notoriously demanding rush. But where Owen has a gentleness to his movements and a kindness in his eyes, his brother--a ranking officer of his fraternity and the star varsity swimmer--is all mischief and sex. Unapologetically and openly bisexual, he doesn't shy away from 'testing' new pledges for 'homophobia'. And he also makes it known loud and clear that his sexuality in no way diminishes the power of his toxic masculinity.
He turns his cheshire smile on Jayden again and wags his golden eyebrows. "So, Jaybird, I think we need to rebalance the scales and remind everyone that this is a punishment." He grabs Jayden's face, so fast Jayden nearly throws a punch. But he doesn't hurt him, just holds him by his cheeks as he stares into his eyes. "You're going to suck my cock. Partly to teach you some humility and partly because it's really fucked up that that sweet piece of ass and my brother embarrassed themselves sticking up for you today when you're not even on their precious football team anymore."
There's a collective gasp, and for a second Jayden can barely think about the fact that Shane just told him he was going to have to suck his dick when he spots Owen's face in the small crowd of guys, hurt and confusion flashing in his blue eyes.
"I'm not off the team," Jayden corrects, pulling back slightly from Shane. "I just can't play until next season. But it's just one season!"
"Yeah, well, this was the season you were supposed to take the Frosh team all the way. And now you've fucked that up. You'll never get it back, my brother will probably be stuck on a losing team all season, and for all that, you get a public beej from the Varsity Cheer Captain? No, fuck you, kid." He plants a firm hand on Jayden's shoulder and pushes him over toward the grass. "Now, down on your knees over here. The rules say I can't hurt you, so we don't want you down there on that hard concrete."
Jayden's stomach feels like he just fell off the top of the roller coaster to his certain death. His mouth is suddenly dry, and he shakes his head in disbelief as he steps onto the grass, Shane, leaner than his brother but still at least 6'6'', and with muscles carved of marble by thousands of laps swum, easily directing him as reality spins around him in sickening spirals. "I--I don't know how..." he says lamely as Shane finally pushes him down on his knees. He's aware of the other frat bros circling around him, creating a ring around them both as Shane grins down at him, the grass cold on his knees, precious flip flops bending at the toe.
"Just do what Stacy did," Shane says, and shamelessly unzips the fly of his jeans. He pulls up his t-shirt, folding it under like a man who clearly has had his share of quicky standing blowjobs, and holds Jayden's gaze as he pulls himself out.
Huge is the first word that comes to Jayden's mind. The guy's mostly soft cock is a massive piece of pink meat, every inch of him gleaming smooth as if freshly waxed, balls nearly as big as Jayden's. It makes him feel that much more self-conscious about the drained, wind-frozen button in his own lap, although he's amazed he can even fathom that thought when the scent of the other man hits him and Shane drags his slowly hardening dick across Jayden's face, sliding it right under his nose.
"It's okay, you can take your time, get to know him first," Shane says, and some of those gathered around laugh. "Wrap your hand around it and give it a lick, boy. Get me hard before I do something to speed this along."
Not wanting to discover what that might mean, Jayden starts stroking. He's never handled another guy's dick before, and Shane's feels alien in his hand as he moves it along his considerable limp length.
"Camera," Shane says, snapping his fingers at one of the other frat bros, who nods and starts recording. Waves of shame and disgust roll over Jayden, but he knows, as he looks from Shane's reddening pink tip up into his ice-blue eyes, that things are only going to get worse from here.
