The Boundaries Experiment

Hello again! This is the seventh part of the Boundaries Experiment Series. Please read Parts 1,2, 3, 4 , 5, 6 and 7 to catch up. The following story themes of m/f eroticism, cfnm, public cmnm, enm, semi-consensual 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 CFNM and light Femdom play, as well as public displays. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more fun across the sexual spectrum!

Jayden desperately wants to go to the restroom and brush his teeth, but he's deeply worried somehow he'll get there and find that missing too, or worse, that some other guy from his floor will see that as a golden opportunity to bring him down another peg, as though he weren't already at rock bottom. So, he settles for swishing with the little travel bottle of mouthwash they thankfully left in his desk drawer next to the condoms. Which, he notices, are also still present.

And he can't stop thinking about Elijah's comments about safe sex, and wondering how long it will be before someone tries to use one of his own condoms on him. The thought makes him shudder. But then, if it feels anything like the Dean's fingers, the maybe...

He shakes the traitorous thought from his mind. No, nobody is going to fuck him. His friends will stop them or something. He still has allies, and who's going to want to have to own up to fucking another dude in the ass? Especially in public? No, he's safe, and he needs to eat something.

Besides, he reasons with himself, if someone wants to get at him right now, it's not like he can even close the door to stop them.

He sighs, and forces himself back up onto his feet, making sure his flipflops are firmly in place. At least, he thinks, Nathan wears shoes and socks, otherwise he might have been licking dirt. It's a disgusting thought, but one he'll hold onto when he's trying to keep himself from getting hard.

He starts out into the hallway, still fighting the instinct to cover himself, and instead sprints down the hall as best he can in his flipflops, balls slapping against his thighs as he dashes. People hoot and holler, but he manages to make it out the door and into the stairwell without any further gropes or requests. A small miracle in his book. Then it's down the stairway, only passing one very freaked-out looking young coed in a long skirt who gaped at him in horror then dashed up the stairs. It was almost funny, and he's almost letting himself relax until he steps outside, into the light of the later afternoon sun, and is confronted by a small crowd.

At the forefront is Paul Wesley, a journalism major from back east, whose sandy brown hair and Atlantic green eyes belie the absolute pitbull hiding beneath his smile. Much shorter than Jayden, he holds his phone up toward Jayden as he speaks to him. "Jayden, do you have any comment about being the Guinea Pig for this intense new level of punishment for cheating?" he asks, and then before Jayden can answer, "Do you think this will become the norm, or that it's specific to you, since your academic dishonesty occurred in a Human Sexuality Course?"

"I, uh, I don't know," Jayden says, and tries to push ahead. "I'm just trying to get some food, Paul, come on," he says, and Paul pulls back the phone and starts snapping pictures. "Give me a fucking break."

"Oh, that's beautiful quote," Paul says, and smirks. "It's really not going to do much to make people like you, though."

"Like me? I'm not trying to win an election, dude," Jayden scoffs, and walks ahead again, but this time he's stopped by a wall of turquoise and gold, their school colors. There, in front of him, is the Duncan University Football Cheerleading Squad. Or at least the five most important members of first string. And at their center, with her perfect tits, flawless braids and deep brown eyes that seem to want to swallow him whole, is Stacy Greene, the captain of the cheerleading squad.

"Hi Jayden," she says, her eyes scanning him, pressing her lips together when she lands on his dick, shriveled now with his recent humiliations and looking near its smallest. Her eyes move back to his. "Or is it Jaybird, now?"

"Still Jayden," he says, crossing his arms over his chest and hoping he can't get in trouble for that. He stands up straighter, trying to use his height to somehow maintain his dignity with this beautiful cheerleader who has never liked him much, from what he's ever been able to tell. "I'm just trying to get some food, but people keep ambushing me and harassing me. "

"Aw, I'd never harass you," Stacy says, and runs her hand over his chest, trailing her fingers over his abs as she stares into his eyes. "We came to give you support, Jaybird. So if you're heading to dinner, we'll escort you, won't we girls?" The other cheerleaders all nod eagerly. "See? You're safe with us."

"Right, sure," Jayden says, not quite able to believe it could possibly be this easy. But Stacy takes one of his muscular arms, and a pretty brunette takes the other, and just like that, he's following their lead, letting the cheerleaders parade him through the crowds of students as they head toward the large dining hall, where potentially dozes upon dozens of students are about to witness his shame.

But, at least, he'll be arriving with a crowd of sexy cheerleaders. Maybe this fucked up situation does have a perk or two, he thinks to himself.

One of those perks is the way the girls keep touching him, running their fingers over his ass, his abs, his thighs. Experimenting, playing, the girls giggle. All, of course, except for Stacy, who he doesn't think has ever giggled in her life. Stacy is walking just in front of him, looking over at him with a smirk on her glossy lips.

"So, Jaybird," she says, trailing her fingernails teasingly over his pec, across his shoulder and down his bicep, "if you're a good boy tonight and do as you're told, maybe we can be your regular dinner escorts." The cheer captain moves closer to him, and the smell of her perfume and the overwhelming sensuality surrounding him starts to set in. "Just don't get hard until we tell you," she purrs, running those French Manicured nails over his balls. He shudders, feeling the blood rushing to his dick already. "Uh oh, did it just get a little bit bigger?" she asks, and the other girls giggle again.

"It totally did, Stacy," a knockout brunette says. She's either new or Jayden is just too out of it to remember her name, but she looks at him like she could eat him for dinner herself. "Look, it's getting normal-dick sized!"

"Thanks," Jayden says, the comment nearly enough to kill the buzz all by itself.

"Aw, Pacey, don't be mean," Stacy gently reprimands, still playing with Jayden's pendulous balls as his cock continues to stiffen in spite of his best efforts. "Besides, that's exactly what we can't have." She looks him in the eye. "No jerking off until we say, so that means..." she reaches out to a blonde, who hands her a waterbottle that rattles with ice inside. She shakes it at Jayden, then squirts a stream of ice cold water directly at his dick.

Jayden lets out a gasp and bends over, stopped in his tracks by the icepick in his semi. He blows out a breath, and gets a ding from his phone. "Probably telling you not to cover up," Stacy says, and gives his ass a slap, much to the amusement of the other cheerleaders. He straightens moving his hands, and reveals his dick is now fully soft again, and shrunken so much it threatens to disappear beneath his pubes. Or worse, turn inside itself. The humiliation of walking into the dining hall looking like he has no dick and shrunken balls is just too much.

"It's fine now. Just, maybe touch me less, okay? I'm kind of sensitive still," Jayden pleads, hoping to appeal to their sense of sympathy. "That water's crazy gold, Stac."

"Stac?" she laughs and squirts his dick again, making him suck in his breath and his cockhead start to disappear beneath the remains of his foreskin. "Honey, you're a novelty right now, but we have never been friends or lovers. And we may never be. But I just want it clear that the only bitch on this campus who owns one of our Sealions in public is going to be me. I don't know who that Astrid bitch thinks she is but Duncan Football Players are sacred property." She grabs his shrunken dick and balls in one hand, grinning at him. "My property, so long as I'm Cheer Captain. Now, let's get you fed. With all the jizzing you've done today, you need it."

"Yeah," Jayden says, feeling stupid but not knowing what else to say as this powerful woman holds his currently size negative dick in her hand. "I'm starving."

"Good," she says, and turns to start walking again, motioning for the other girls to follow behind her. "Because after you eat, we're going to put on a little show." She glances back at him over her shoulder. "I don't like the thought of one of our boys being seen as submissive," she says, a cryptic smile on those sexy lips. The rest of the girls nod, and it's all Jayden can do to keep from getting hard all over again.

And noticing, Stacy gives him one more cold blast as they stop at the glass double doors leading into the dining hall. "Well, open the door for us, silly," she says, and gives his ass a smack as he walks by her to pull it open to allow the five girls to pass.

The dining hall is busy, Jayden notices as he files in behind them. So busy that, so far, nobody has really taken notice of his presence other than a few of the loners and outcasts who sit near the entry, who just gawk or gasp. But that all changes when Stacy gives the other girls the signal, and they form a V-shape between Jayden and the crowd, with Stacy of course at its center, directly in front of him. He starts to ask what's going on, and she glances back with a wink and a wicked smile before motions for one of the other girls to unzip the bag slung over her shoulder and pull out the po-poms there.

"Oh shit," he says as the girls all start shaking the pompoms, creating a wave of sound that grabs the attention of everyone in the room.

"Sealions! Aourt!" Stacy calls out, mimicking the sound the marine mammals make. Nearly everyone in the dining hall echoes her call along with the rest of the squad. Even Jadyen himself reflexively lets out the distinctive bark. Once she has their attention, the pompoms create another wave of noise to calm the crowd. With just a simple change of stance, she signals to the squad their next movement. And Jayden has to admit, if his dick wasn't half-frozen, he'd probably be hard as fuck watching her command the hall in that short skirt.

"

WE ARE SEA-LIONS

!" The five of them shout-chant at once, their movements and syllabic rhythm perfectly in time. "

WE RULE THE SEA! WE'RE AS AGGRESSIVE, AS CAN BE! BOUNCE THAT BALL! SWIM THAT LAP!" They throw down their pompoms. "WE CAN DO IT CLAP CLAP CLAP!"

The entire dining hall claps in rhythm. "

WE'LL WIN THE GAME WE'LL WIN THE DAY, WE'RE THE SEALIONS OF DUNCAN BAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! GO SEALIONS!"

Their spell complete, the dining hall breaks out into hoots and cheers. Then Stacy picks up her pompoms again and the others mirror her, shaking them until everyone quiets down. "And today, I want to introduce you to our new assistant to Sally Sealion for the year, say hello to Jaybird!"

And just like that, they all jump in and frame him with their pompoms, glittering metallic turquoise and gold putting his total nudity and ice-shrunken package on display. The initial reaction is a collective gasp, but once the surprise wears off, laughter rings out and the phones start to come out. "We should call him Button!" someone yells out to a peal of laughter.

But Stacy isn't finished. "His name is Jaybird and I know his hard dick is twice the size of yours!" she calls back, surprising Jayden and eliciting laughter at the speaker's expense. "And you're all going to see it for yourself, but first, our big, burly, horny new mascot has to eat! And anyone who interrupts him while he's eating for some stupid question or command is going to answer to me!"

As Stacy is making her temporary ownership of his person clear, Jayden's phone dings on his wrist. He checks it just as Stacy and the others herd him into the cafeteria area itself. "

Ask Stacy if you may be her footstool while she dines

" it reads, and Jayden lets out a groan just as Stacy hands him a tray.

"What?" she asks with a bare touch of irritation. "I just guaranteed you a peaceful meal, and you're bitching about it?"

Jayden quickly shakes his head. "No, it's not that. I just—" he sighs—"I have to ask if you'd like me to be your footstool while you dine."

Stacy blinks in surprise, then smirks. She considers for a moment, looking him over and admittedly admiring every bit of him from head to toe. Especially because she knows that shrinkage is an illusion. "Not tonight," she says, and gives his ass a slap. "But maybe next time. Tonight, you need your strength, and to look strong." She puts a huge roast beef sandwich onto his tray, the student attendants behind the counter unable to look him in the eye, giggling as they scan his body instead. "So eat up."

A few minutes later, Jadyen and the girls are heading to their seats, the well-seasoned cafeteria cashier not even blinking as she scanned the barcode which had popped up automatically on Jayden's phone to pay for his meal. But the brief taste of normal the desensitized middle-aged woman provides is blown to bits as he feels every eye fall on him again as they make their way back into the dining hall.

The squad lead him past the other tables packed with athletes, the soccer team jeering at him and making snide comments just out of earshot, other scattered jocks ranging from confused to aroused to angry for some reason. Then past the football players, his own teammates—Owen who lifts a hand in greeting with a warm smile, John who looks at him with an unreadable glare, and Nate who won't look at him at all, among others, and past the Varsity team, who lets out a coordinated call of "

Jay-Bird!"

and makes a chorus of tweeting sounds. But the Cheerleaders remain unfazed, until they are finally taking their seats at the table everyone knows is reserved specifically for them.

"Where should I sit?" Jayden asks, realizing there is only a chair for each girl, leaving him without one. He cringes inwardly, imagining the girls making him eat his lunch on his knees, or worse, off the floor like a dog with his ass in the air. It's enough to make him shudder.

"Aw, poor baby I must have just frozen you," Stacy says, setting her food down and running hand over his chest, the sensation just another reminder of his total vulnerability. "You're going to sit in my seat," she says, and gives his ample pale ass a squeeze. "And I'm going to sit on your lap. See? You can't be the footstool because you're the chair."

"I can handle that," Jayden says, but he can already feel his cock straining against the frigid ice bath at her touch and attention. There's no way he'll be able to keep from getting hard with Stacy on his lap, and then he'll have to humiliate himself and jerk off in the middle of lunch. But he has no choice, although the cold of the plastic chair on his bare ass a balls as he sits is nearly enough to make him think he might not have as much difficulty as he thought.

But that hope is short lived as Stacy takes her seat, her pleated shirt fanning out over his lap, her bare thighs so smooth and warm against his, the only thing separating them her cheer bloomers. The smell of her is intoxicating, the feeling of the weight of her in his lap like a flaregun straight to the dick. A gasp escapes him, and Stacy looks at him with a smile.

"Don't worry, Jay-Bird," she whispers, leaning in until he can feel her breath on his skin. "You just get as hard as you want, and no one will know until I say." She runs her tongue over his earlobe, and his teammates and the Varsity both let out a hoot of what sounds like approval. It's alien at this point, but it manages to fill him with a rush, a rush that goes straight to his swelling member, already starting to poke against Stacy through the spandex of her bloomers.

"You're—"

"Shhh," she interrupts him, and hands him his sandwich. "Eat, stud." She clenches her thighs, tightening on him, then releasing, her smile deepening as he gets bigger against her, inch by inch into a rod that has her craving more than lunch. "Eat like a good boy, and you'll get your reward."

Jayden nods, and the next ten minutes is the sweetest torture of his life, He eats dutifully, but his full attention is squarely on the way his eight-inch cock fits so perfectly into the grove between Stacy's thighs. For her part, Stacy has used every trick in the book to push him toward the edge—grinding, bouncing, clenching, even just leaning back against him to feed him a grape from her plate, they all have him leaking hot clear sticky from his tip and soaking through the cheer bloomers.

And it's then she decides that sometime soon, Jayden will be sleeping in her bed for a night.

Finally, when she's finished eating, Stacy stops tormenting him, sitting still for a moment. But, in that moment, as sanity tries to force its way back in, he realizes that means it must be time for whatever she promised. His stomach, full now of roast beef and fries, gives a nervous twist.

"Are you ready to show the school that Sealions rule?" Stacy says, and squeezes her thighs again, then rises up off his lap.

"He's full on boned!" calls out Ridley Tyler, a varsity running back. "Jerk it! Jerk -"

"Stop!" Stacy calls out, and looks down at Jadyen. "Turn the chair around," she says, and secures her ponytail. "Then spread those legs and show them all that big dick and those big, juicy balls."

Jayden nods, suddenly willing to do anything to please her, dignity and experiment be damned. He turns the chair around, and is immediately faced with the fascinated, horrified, amused and horny faces of most of the university. His heart pounds in his chest, making his cock do the same.

"Can I have some?" a male voice says, and everyone laughs before Stacy calls out again for silence.

"You can have some when I say you can," she says, leading to a chorus of 'ooooh' and hoots from the football players. "Sealions never give their Sealionesses sloppy seconds." And then, before Jayden knows what's going on, Stacy is on her knees between his legs, gripping his dick in his hand and licking him from balls to tip. The other diners go absolutely wild, which sends waves of tingles crashing through him along with the unbelievable sensation of the Cheer Captain's hand lips and tongue exploring his shaft.

"You're going to come in my mouth, Jaybird," she says, swirling her tongue around his balls as her thumb circles the tip, making his eyes roll back in his head. "And show them you're still one of the big men on campus."

"One of the biggest," Pacey says, eyes glued to Jayden's now glistening meat as she bites her bottom lip.

Jayden can't speak, can't think, as everyone watches and records him getting the blowjob of his dreams. Stacy's touch is masterful, and when she finally takes his bulbous, aching tip into her mouth, it's all he can do not to bust right then.

She pauses as if sensing it, then continues on, taking him down further, further, further. He suddenly realizes that the strange sounds coming from all around him are chanting. "Deep throat, deep throat, deep throat!" and when Stacy's lips meet with his trim pubes, his dick visible in her throat, the room bursts out into cheers.

And Jayden's toes curl before he lets out a deep, grunting moan and unleashes a wave of heat into Stacy's waiting throat.