The Boundaries Experiment Pt 7

Hello again! This is the seventh part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, 3, 4 , 5 and 6 to catch up. The following story themes of m/m eroticism, cmnm, enm, Mdom, 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 short chapter only features m/m interactions, but the next one will be longer, and will feature CFNM and Femdom, both in public! Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more fun across the sexual spectrum!

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The sounds of whispers and giggles and the last few clicks of phone cameras fade as Jayden steps into his dorm room behind his roommate. He starts to say something, but for a moment he is too struck by the sight in front of him.

As promised, his bed is gone. Where his bed, pillow and blankets had been, there is now nothing. His dresser has also been removed, its non-textile contents now set haphazardly on the surface of his desk. The desk, he notices, which no longer holds his own computer, but a slim clear laptop he doesn't recognize. "Holy shi—"

But he doesn't get a chance to finish, because Nathan's one-handed shove pushes him back against the door, bare ass colliding with the cold painted wood. "What the fuck did you do?!" Nathan says, pointing at Jayden, then looking at his hand in disgust. "Aw, you're sticky with—that's so fucking gross," he says, unable to actually say the words. He squirts his hand with sanitizer. "I would beat your ass right now but your Human Sexuality teacher was nice enough to tell me that our room will be regularly monitored now. My room. My room is now being monitored because of you stupid ass and the punishment you agreed to!"

"They won't watch when I'm not here," Jayden says lamely, standing with his back to the door, fighting the urge to cover himself and feeling very, very small at the moment in more ways than one. "I'm sorry—"

"Sorry," Nathan scoffs, running a hand through his short chestnut brown hair. "Sorry is bullshit, O'Donnell!" he shouts, driving toward Jayden and poking at his chest without touching him. "I know you're off the team for the season. Saunders tried to say some shit about you wearing pads with your dick out, but I think he's just trying to keep everyone from beating your ass, because anybody knows that cheating automatically means you're done for the season, no matter what sick shit that weirdo Fisher and that creep-ass dean got you to sign up for." He shakes his head, looking at Jayden and trying to feel sympathy, but just feeling anger and disgust. "Look at you. You know, if it weren't for the fact that you let the team down, I'd take some joy in this shit."

"Nath—"

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll make you shove things up your ass for the floor's amusement," Nathan snaps, and Jayden shuts his mouth, fury mingling with his humiliation once again. "Like I was saying, on a personal level, you deserve this."

"What?" Jayden says, his eyes wide. "Come on man, I know I'm not perfect but—"

"Not perfect? Okay, sure, not perfect." Nathan nods, and starts to pace in front of him, making Jayden's guts twist with nerves and his balls try to retreat into his body. "Getting drunk and rubbing it in my face that you got quarterback, which since you also pissed in my hamper that night and never apologized for either I'm guessing you blacked out and don't remember."

"Oh man I—"

"That definitely wasn't perfect. Neither was having sex with the one girl I really liked, in our room, and making a joke with your whole big white ass out at me as you continued to fuck her. With the door open. You weren't so bashful then. Actually, you know what? Turn around."

"What?" Jayden says, eyes widening, and he winces when the phone dangling from his wrist chimes.

"What is that?" Nathan asks, smirking, and looks at the phone. "Do as Nathan tells you, it says," he reads, looking at Jayden with a smirk. "He is master of this room, and may set whatever rules he likes so long as they don't break ours oh holy shit." He looks at Jayden, not quite able to believe any of this. I starts to gloat, then stops. "Are you really going to just go along with this? Is money that important to you?"

Jayden stares back, trying to be defiant and to hide the pain and humiliation he feels. "At least I have a place to live, food to eat and a future. I'll come back from this." He obediently turns around, presenting his ass to Nathan and placing his hands on the door. "But just so you know, what you do to me and how you treat me?" he turns to look into Nathan's dark eyes, brown like his own, but more piercing, with gold flecks that burn through you. "That says who

you

are, dude. Saunders is a good guy. Are you?"

"Oh fuck you," Nathan says, and lands a powerful open-handed slap on Jayden's ass. "I've been wanting to do that since that night. Character. You're going to talk to me about character?" He spanks him again, and Jayden lets out a yelp and a hiss. "Keep you hands on the door!" he commands. "From now on, you're going to call me 'sir'. Is that clear, Jaydbird?" he mocks. He brings his hand down in center of the bright red asterisk blossoming on the fallen quaterback's big white ass cheek. "I said is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" Jayden grinds out. "Whatever you say sir just stop because that fucking hurts!"

Nathan takes in a breath through his nose, then brings his hand down again, but this time on the opposite cheek, much to Jayden's relief. "You fucked up your life, you dipshit," he says, moving closer, until his breath his hot on Jayden's neck and ear and his jeans brush against the raw, soreness of his ass. "So now, if you want a place to go where you won't end up some fraternity's nightly fuck toy, you're going to do exactly as I say. Is that clear Jaybird?"

"Yes sir," Jayden manages, and Nathan spanks him again, more softly but enough to make him flinch.

"What was that, Jaybird?"

"Yes sir you're in charge sir!" he cries out, all the more crushed by the sounds of people on the other side of the door, hearing him, talking about him, putting their ears to the door he's pressed against. "Please, anything!"

"This is like spanking big stupid fish in a barrel," Nathan says and lets out a breath, stepping away from Jayden and running his hand through his hair again. "This is just so pathetic. I'd make you suck my cock, but honestly, I'm disgusted by you right now."

"Suck your cock?" Jayden says, turning around to look at him. "Are you—"

"Are you seriously questioning me? Impugning my sexuality when the whole world saw you stick your finger in your own ass before it all got censored and taken down?"

"Censored? Taken down?" Jayden says excitedly. "Really?"

"Don't get too excited. We can post you on the intranet all we want. The whole university." As if to make a point, he pulls out his phone and takes a picture of Jayden's ass, posting it to the school social page. "See? Hundreds of them already, but I'll have the best ones. But as far as Elon and Zuck? They pulled the plug. I don't know if it was the school or the government or whatever, but all anyone has of you out there now are millions of screenshots and recordings. Perfect, right?"

"Yeah, just perfect," Jayden says, and sighs. "Can I get off the door now? Sir? Please?" he says, utterly exhausted, ass stinging, and just craving a moment of respite.

"I guess," Nathan says with a shrug. "But let's make something clear, you're not sleeping with me. I can't even stand to look at you right now, or touch you, let alone let you into my bed. When I got to sleep, you get the fuck out. Clear?"

Jayden's heart sinks, but he nods. "Clear, sir," he says and moves away from the door, going over to his suddenly big, empty side of the room and slinking to the floor next to his box of old joke books and softcore vintage porn mags he inherited from an older cousin. At least, he thinks bizarrely, they hadn't taken that.

"Oh, and let's also make it clear that you're going to be doing your homework from here on out. Every night, either until it's done or until I send you to the library to finish it. Because I'm going to review it every morning and if it's shit, I'm going to give you a forfeit. And I don't think I need to explain what kind of shit that might entail. Right?"

"Uh, right," Jayden says, looking up at him with a touch of confusion. "But why do you care if I do my homework? Sir," he quickly amends when he sees Nathan's brows shoot up. "Why do you care, sir?"

"Because if you're doing this for your future, I'm going to make sure you get there. And because I want to beat you fair and square for JV Quarterback next year, not because you got cut. I'm pissed at you, and I'm not going to make this easier for you, but I'm also not going to let you fail. Not after all this bullshit."

Jayden stares at him for a moment, and fights back the tears that sting his eyes. But this time, they're not tears of rage. "Thank you," he says, his voice raspy. He clears his throat. "Sir. That, um, that really means a lot, all things given."

"Don't get mushy on me. I'm just making sure you know I do have character. I'm just going to make sure your spoiled, entitled ass has some too by the time this is over."

Jayden nods, and looks down at the floor, wishing he could disappear, wishing something, anything, could take him from this very weird moment of humility on the deepest level. Then his phone dings, and he realizes that things can always go from bad to worse. He lets out a deep sigh and looks at the text. His hand flies to his mouth and his stomach flops as he reads it.

"Read it out loud, Jaybird," Nathan commands, such a natural in the roll that it makes Jayden wonder if his roommate has secrets of his own. "Now."

"Yes, sir," Jayden groans. "'Ask Nathan if you may clean his feet with your lips and tongue, in thanks for his mercy,'" he says, and looks at Nathan miserably. "So disgusting, man. Feel free to say no, they—"

"Do it," Nathan says, and drops into his chair, pulling off one black sock, then the other, and wriggling his toes. "Clean my feet with your kisses, Jaybird. Worship me for being good to you. You probably suck a lousy cock, so there's nothing in that for me, but I think this will help cement your new place around here." He extends his foot to Jayden expectantly. "And remember, use tongue."

"Yes sir." Jayen wants to throw up, wants to scream, wants to run, but finds himself instead dropping down onto his knees and taking Nathan's foot by the ankle. He stares at it for long moment, then lowers it so he can kiss the top of the foot, reasoning it will be cleaner. As soon as his lips make contact, it's like his spirit leaves his body.

Nathan watches with a sense of fascination as Jayden kisses, then licks the top of his foot, once, and again, then up toward his ankle and down toward his heal. The sensation is surreal and the whole moment is bizarre, but what's most strange is how Jayden seems to need little enough direction now, even though the look of disgust remains on his face, but he looks away from Nathan, avoiding eye contact.

"Look at me, Jaybird," Nathan commands. "Look me in the eye and suck my big toe. It's about the size of your limp dick, maybe bigger." He sneers and pushes his big toe into Jayden's mouth, his eyes locked on the slightly larger man who had once towered over everyone on the team, larger than life. "Suck it like you mean it or I'll find a dick for you to practice on instead."

"Yes sir," Jayden says as he comes up for air, then takes Nathan's big toe in his mouth again. The taste is disgusting, the act beyond anything he ever thought he could do, but he finds himself taking the foot in both hands, and drawing the big toe as deep into his mouth as he can, sucking on it like a lollipop.

"Woah, there we go," Nathan says, looking at him in surprise. He pulls his foot back, then presents the other. "The right now," he says, and rests the sole of his foot against Jayden's face. "But if you get hard, take that shit out into the hallway. Don't you ever jerk it in here without my permission, are we clear?"

"Yes sir," Jayden says, kissing and licking all over his teammate turned dominator's big, stinky foot, the hairs on the top tickling his face, lips and tongue as he makes his way back down to the big toe. "This isn't sexy for me so no worries there."

"It's not supposed to be," Nathan says, and rises from his seat, towering over Jayden, crotch dangerously close to his face. "It's supposed to teach you." He stares down at him, silently considering if he should make Jayden suck his cock after all, when the clocktower announces the hour. "Saved by the gong," he says and steps away, disgusted with himself for losing control, even in his head, even for a second. He finds his socks and sits to pull them on. "It's dinnertime. My briefing says I'm not allowed to bring you any food or groceries so I'm guessing if you're hungry..."

"I'll come—I mean, I'll go. To dinner. Sir," Jayden says, never having felt like such a dufus, suddenly stumbling over his words in the face of someone he had considered a rung down from him before this. "And I don't... have to call you sir out there, do I, sir?"

"No, don't do that shit out there. You can't even walk with me. I'm going now," he says, pulling on his shoes, "and you can come in five minutes. But don't talk to me, don't' sit with me, I don't want anyone connecting me with this naked experiment bullshit."

"Yes sir," Jayden forces out. He says, not hungry but knowing this may be his only chance to eat. "I'll go."

"Maybe go mouth wash or something first," Nathan says, grabbing his keys and wallet as he pulls open the door. "Nobody wants to sit next to footbreath," he says with a cruel laugh, and disappears out into the hall, leaving the door open.

For a second, Jayden just stares at the open door, at the people passing by and commenting to each other on his body, on his situation, on his lack of even a pillow as the 6'5'' former Frosh quarterback sits helplessly on the floor of his half-empty dorm room.

And he wonders how he'll ever make the long journey to the dining hall.