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.
