The Boundaries Experiment Pt 10

Hello again! This is the tenth part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9 to catch up. The following story themes of m/m eroticism, cmnm, enm, cfnm nonconsensual/semiconsensual 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 features some cfnm, but focuses primarily on CMNM and first time m/m sexual experiences. The next chapters will feature more m/f interaction. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more fun across the sexual spectrum!

"Holy shit," Sebastian says, not quite sure how to sort through everything he's feeling, including the raging hardness in his jeans. He stares at Jayden, still kneeling, the piss of a half-dozen pledges dripping from him into puddles on the lawn, and wrestles with his second hand humiliation, pity, and the burning arousal that sends a charge of shame through him.

"What, you gotta piss too?" Jayden says, finally starting to snap out of his shock. He refuses to give in to the soul-crushing weight of it, managing to get back to his feet even if he does cringe at the way they slide in his pee-soaked flip-flops. "Or did you just come for a--" his wrist chimes, and he groans. Sure enough, when he reluctantly checks it, he has orders. "May I suck your dick, Sebastian?" he grinds out, unable to meet the smaller man's gaze. "Or would you like to finger my hole again?"

"Okay, I hope Elijah can hear me, because I will never take you up on any of his forced offers," Sebastian says, the words of the sadistic instructor enough to snap him out of his own thoughts. He shakes his head. "I was actually coming to make sure you had somewhere to sleep tonight. The way your roommate was one of the only people who wouldn't even look at you at dinner made me think you might need some assistance."

"You came to offer me your bed?" Jayden can't help but laugh. "You want to sleep next to me, naked, dirty, and covered in piss and jizz? Shane Saunders' jizz, no less," he says, and tries to wipe away the film of it from his chin and chest. "Either there's a huge catch or you must be in love with me or something."

Sebastian feels his cheeks flush against his will, butterflies taking a lap through his stomach and his balls giving a tug, all combining to momentarily take his breath away. He looks away from Jayden, and forces a laugh of his own. "Yeah right, I sort of hate you," he says unconvincingly. His eyes move to Jayden, and when he sees confusion and disbelief instead of disgust, he can't deny the relief that moves through him. Especially as it allows him to regain his composure. "I just think the practical applications of this punishment are extremely harsh. Not only that, but my roommate was very excited by the idea."

"Your roommate?" Jayden asks, cocking an eyebrow. Was he about to spend the night with a gay couple? One part of which has kissed him and had his fingers in his butthole, and is standing her blushing over him? Beggers can't be choosers, he guesses, but he wonders why Sebastian is talking to him like somebody's boomer uncle. "I know you're gay, dude, you don't need the metaphor or whatever."

"Euphemism, and it isn't one," Sebastian corrects, pausing as a couple of laughing students pause to take a quick photo of Jayden before moving on. "I live over in the Olive Tree Suites, and Sandy--a girl--is my roommate. Now," he says before Jayden can comment further, "would you like to come take a shower in my suite or would you rather let the urine soak into your skin a little better?"

"Shower," Jayden says immediately. "Fuck any other questions, you had me at shower."

"I kind of figured," Sebastian says, a smile returning to his lips. He turns and gestures for Jayden to follow, suddenly nervous as to what the evening may bring, but telling himself that no matter what happens, Jayden is unable to refuse and is at his core, a straight man. No matter how well he sucked that dick.

As they walk along the shadowed paths, Jayden tries to take his mind off the constant reminder that is the sickening wet slap of his flip flops and the stench of piss. He does so by watching Sebastian's shorter, slender figure move in front of him. Yeah, he has short hair and yeah, he's in a polo and some jeans, but damned if he couldn't fool himself in to thinking a pretty--if skinny--girl with a pixie cut is leading him back to her place for a shower. It's a thought that he thought would bring him relief, but instead makes him feel a little guilty. Sebastian might be gay, but he's still a dude, and one who is helping him out right now. Even if the guy takes some liberties, he can't be as bad as Nathan and definitely nowhere in the ballpark of Shane.

He's so caught up in his thoughts he barely realizes they've left the false safety of the shadowy trails and have stepped onto a well-lit stairway leading down past descending rows of connected one-story buildings, each painted another cheery sunrise color.

"My other suitemates are out tonight, so you shouldn't have to worry about them right now," Sebastian says as he continues down past a yellow building, a sunflower painted on its side. He starts to say more, but a couple of whispering girls make their way up the stairs toward them.

"Oh my God, it's Duncan U's newest cocksucker on his way to suck another big fat cock," the homely, pig-nosed blonde says mockingly, much to the delight of her skin-and-bones companion whose laugh shows too much of her pink gums.

"Oh my God, it's the ugliest bitches on campus who can't even get dick that can't say no," Sebastian says, sending a wave of shock through the humiliated Jayden. The girls gasp, but Sebastian never misses a step. "Kindly remove yourself from my path, gutter trolls. He's mine tonight."

The two young woman shoot daggers with their eyes, but continue on their way, and Jayden grins, in spite of everything. "You know, for a guy who hates me, you spend a lot of time defending me," he blurts. "Thanks," he amends.

"Well, you can't exactly defend yourself right now," Sebastian says quietly, then makes a sharp right at the pink building with big, dreamy pink cotton candy clouds painted on the stair-facing wall. Jayden follows, and the smaller man leads him to the third door down, where potted plants sit on either side of the door.

"Leave your flip-flops out here, they're disgusting," Sebastian says as he unlocks the door, turning to look at Jayden. "You can hose them down in the morning."

"But--" Jayden says, deeply reluctant to part with the cheap plastic and foam, his last true possession-- " my feet are just as covered in piss." He winces, knowing from the lift of Sebastian's dark eyebrow that that excuse isn't going to do it. His feet, after all, aren't covered in pee mud. "Okay, what if I take them off and carry them in and we put them in a baggy or something?"

Sebastian shakes his head. "Look, it's not a big deal. We leave our shoes out here all the time. Who's going to want two filthy, pee-stained flip-flops anyway?" He crinkles his nose, the perfect, dainty sort of nose for his particular brand of priss, Jayden thinks, even through the haze of his torment. "Just leave them by the door, and they'll be fine, I promise."

Jayden's phone chimes, and he can't help but let out an audible groan.

"Comply immediately. You must comply with all safe, reasonable commands as a rule, but an accepted offer of a bed grants that individual or individuals complete control of you for the duration. Failure to comply with Sebastian's wishes will result in immediate expulsion from the program, the university and your family home. Another reminder will result in severe consequences."

He reads the words out loud to Sebastian, who lets out a sigh. "Elijah is such a drama queen." He shakes his head and pushes open the door. "Okay, come on, Red Hots, shoes off, ass in. I don't want to be scrubbing that smell off you all night because you let it soak in."

The mix of emotions that moves through Jayden is indescribable. He's a gay guy's toy for a night, his total possession, but... Sebastian is being almost weirdly cool about it in his own way. Red Hots is a name he'd thought would be long forgotten in the face of Jaybird, and hearing it reminds him of who he was, who is IS. The command that follows, however, sends a strange shiver down his spine, and makes him wonder if somehow, this night could get stranger and more humiliating than sucking a dick on livestream and getting pissed on by your friends.

But he doesn't have time to think about it as he reluctantly steps out of his flip-flops, finally truly, utterly, completely naked, and steps into Sebastian's suite.

The main room isn't huge, but has sufficient seating for about eight people, on outdated but clean couches clearly furnished by the university. The TV though is state-of-the-art, as are the minor appliances he can see scattered between the living room and the open kitchen. He can't see much more in the dim lighting of the star-shaped string lights and one of those pink-orange rock salt lamps that, in his past experience, often say someone in the house gets high or is into kinky shit.

And for the first time, he really hopes it's just the first one.

Sebastian leads him down the dark hallway, then flips on a painfully bright light, illuminating the bathroom at the end of the hall. "Come on. You can use my toiletries. They're the ones in the blue box. Even when you're gay they come, when you're the only guy, you're still the blue box."

Jayden can't help but laugh a little, wondering if he's actually going to get to wash his own body for the first time since all this started. He pads over to the shower and bends down to turn the knobs on the slightly old-fashioned shower-tub combo. He can feel Sebastian's eyes on him when he bends, but if he's honest, one pair of eyes feels like privacy compared to dozens. "I'll watch you do the first pass," Sebastian says, nearly startling him as he moves up behind him. Jayden turns around, looking down at him as the hot water bursts from the shower head, and begins to fill the room with steam. "Get in and get most of the piss off you. Lather up one good time. Can you handle that? Can you still speak without your shoes or...?"

Jayden winces with a grin formed by a different sort of embarrassment. "Sorry, this is just so weird for me. Isn't it weird for you?"

"My last boyfriend liked to be tied to the bed and had me put clothespins on his scrotum and nipples, slide in a butt plug then ride him while calling him horrific names and slapping him. Then the next day he went right back to lead my high school to our first Basketball championship in years, fucked some stupid girl, got her pregnant, dumped me, and still called me up three times for the nastiest sex of my life before I left for Duncan." Sebastian flashes him a smile, as Jayden steps into the shower, then laughs. "So no, it's not that weird. But I bet it's incredibly strange for you, Captain Quarterback Straight America."

"You think?" Jayden says somewhat wryly, but it's all washed away by the deep moan of pleasure that moves through him as the water washes over him. For a second, he lets himself be silent, basking in it, then something is poking his arm and Sebastian is holding out a bottle of body wash. "Sorry--for being slow and for being a dick," he says as he starts to lather himself, Sebastian watching from the other side of the open curtain, seemingly unfazed by the occasional stray spray of water. "It's just, in one day, I lost my finger spokes, came on my crush's face in front of my English class, fingered myself, kissed a guy for the first time, jerked off in public a shit ton, got blown by the Varsity Cheer Captain, sucked my first dick and had my first golden shower, you know?" He sighs as he runs the suds through his hair, over his face, his chest, soaping his biceps. He opens his eyes and meets Sebastian's dark-eyed gaze. "It's a lot to take in. But you're the only one helping me right now so I'm really not trying to be a shit to you."

"You're not being a shit," Sebastian says, his countenance softens. "And honestly, Jayden," he looks down as if embarrassed with himself, and meets Jayden's gaze again, "if I weren't so incredibly attracted to your stupid ass, I'd be outraged by all of this. I'm one hundred percent ashamed to admit that probably the biggest reason I'm not banging on some lawyer's door or posting some online petition for you is that this is the only way I'd ever get to see or touch you."

Jayden stops washing, and stares into Sebastian's eyes. He isn't sure what to say. After all, he's completely under this guy's control. This guy admitting to wanting him can take or do whatever he wants, and Jayden is powerless to stop him. But at the same time, right now, he's not doing anything but being honest with him and letting him shower as privately as Jayden is currently legally allowed. He sighs. "If I was gay, I'd be all about you, dude," he says, but nearly shirks back when Sebastian lets out a laugh.

"If you were gay, you've be fucking gym bottoms, completely ignoring me unless you needed something from me, and would probably die single, but surrounded by vapid pool boys and kindred gym buddies. And when you try your charm on me, that's what makes me hate you. Because I know, even if you were a flaming homosexual, you'd still never want me for me," Sebastian says with a wry tone of his own. For a split second, anger and hurt fill his eyes, but before Jayden can say anything, he snaps to and lifts a hand. "But tonight isn't all about me. You might not even sleep in my bed."

"What do you mean?" Jayden says, scrubbing away at his armpits for a moment, subconsciously avoiding the moment when he has to wash his lower half.

"Sandy," Sebastian reminds him. "My roommate? She broke up with her online boyfriend of two years last night and she's been really down, and when I asked her about having you over, she was really excited by the idea. But, she, uh, she's also a virgin, so we'll see how the night goes. I don't want her doing anything she'll regret." He looks down at Jayden's dick, then back up at him. "You can turn around while you wash it. I'll give you that. Just stay turned around while you wash your ass."

Jayden wants to ask more about the strange virgin girl with the online boyfriend, namely how ugly she is, but he knows there's no steering the conversation when Sebastian is like this. He dutifully turns around and faces the tile, luxuriating in the feeling of being able to wash his junk with some measure of privacy, of dignity. It almost makes him misty, so he decides he needs to say

something

to keep from discovering whole new levels of humiliation. "So, um, do you wear pajamas?" is what comes out, and it's so bizarre sounding that he laughs at himself. "Sorry, I don't know what to ask the guy who, uh, you know, owns me for the night."

"You don't have to ask me questions, Red Hots. We're not on a date," Sebastian says, and takes the soap from Jayden's hands. "I'm going to wash your ass though. It's rinsed enough, and this might be my only opportunity. Who knows where you'll end up next?"

The reminder makes Jayden's stomach sink, and he nods. "Yeah," he all he can manage in that deeply humbling moment. He washes the last of the soap from his dick--limp, but at its maximum flaccid length in the hot water, the button created by the cold coastal air long gone and replaced by a respectable four soft inches. A beautiful dick, he'd been told once, a thought that's all too weird as suddenly, there are two pairs of soapy hands massaging his ass. "Is it weird to say that I hope you like it?" tumbles out of his mouth.

"What?" Sebastian asks, pausing for a moment, one hand on each cheek. "What are you saying, Jayden?"

"Just that I hope you, you know, get something out of all this. The kiss and washing my ass and whatever you do or happens later." He starts to look at Sebastian over his shoulder, but a soapy hand quickly comes up and turns his head back. He's confused, but continues. "You deserve to have fun, and to get to do the things you want. If all your boyfriends are as about their needs as the last one was, then you have some good times your way owed to you. Because you're not a dominatrix or whatever, Bas. If you were, I'd already have whip marks on my back."

Sebastian is completely quiet. He resumes washing Jayden's ass, his back, and then down to his thighs, never saying a word. The silence starts to weigh on Jayden, even as Sebastian's hands explore his body in ways that still manage to be strange and new. Sebastian's fingers slide up along the ridge where his thighs meet his ass, and he gasps as soapy fingers graze against his hole, trying not to think too hard on why that made his dick jump a little. He swallows, and tries to think of something to say to lighten the mood, or fix his fuck up or whatever is going on, when the other man speaks, his voice low and his mouth close. "Turn around."

A strange sense of anticipation comes over Jayden, a mix of fear and curiosity, wondering what the near-silent Sebastian could be doing or planning, if even anything at all. What he doesn't expect in any corner of his mind, is to find Sebastian standing, staring at him, naked, well, as a jaybird.

His body is lean and trim, looking as though it owes its definition primarily to swimming, yoga and cardio of all kinds. A smattering of dark hair sits on his chest, but his pubes and armpits are shaved smooth. His balls, Jayden can't help but notice, are big, tanner than the rest of him instead of his own pink. And his dick, which the redhead tries but fails not to look at, is rock hard, pointing all at least six inches directly at him.

Sebastian waits, more nervous than he's ever been for a reason he can't fathom. After all, Jayden is the one person who literally cannot judge or reject him. And it's not as though he's any stranger to sex with guys who claim to be straight, but somehow, this is different.

"I--" Jayden says, but Sebastian shushes him. And in truth, he's grateful. It's the first time anyone else has been naked with him since his sentence was passed down, and the cascade of feelings is unreal.

"I'm going to lather you up and explore you," he says, and takes more soap on his hands, starting by rubbing them over Jayden's bulging pecs. "I might kiss your neck and body, stroke you, play with you... I'm just going to enjoy myself. Like you said." He runs his hands down over Jayden's abs, his own body aching and his cock throbbing at the feeling of them under his hands, and the feeling of Jayden being totally and completely in his hands. He runs his fingers over the chiseled V as he stares into Jayden's eyes, then brings both his hands down to take Jayden in his hands, not yet stroking, just holding his warm, dripping package as he holds his gaze. "But I'm not going to kiss your lips again."

"Really?" Jayden asks reflexively. He winces. "I mean, I'm not complaining, but why? I mean, we already did that."

"And I didn't get from it what I wanted." Sebastian lifts a shoulder and starts to stroke with one hand now, the other sliding his fingers around Jayden's pendulous balls, tickling them with the soap suds. "So if our lips ever touch again, it'll be because you kiss me. Because you want to."

"But I'm--"

"Hard," Sebastian says, and he's right, Jayden's full eight inches is rock hard in his hands. And the redhead can't deny just how good it the way his palm twists and slides as he works his balls feels, even after all the attention earlier. His hands a smooth, and the soap and hot water somehow feels as good as any pussy. "And maybe after I show you what I can do, you might rethink some things."