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== Sub X == Ch 8 ==
Practice had been fun even though it didn’t end in an orgy this time.
Milo had not been able to resist and gotten nipple rings over the weekend. Although maybe peer pressure played a role just as much as weak SubX. Very few football players were still left with virgin nipples.
“Mase!” Jacob said and grabbed Mason in a quick one-arm hug as he caught up. “Did you have time to look at… the training footage yet?”
“Sure,” Mason said. He had checked out the video from game night at Jacob’s place that the bigger player had put into their common folder. “Really helps me get better at… exercises.”
Jacob winked and they both chuckled dumbly.
Another hand slapped itself down on Mason’s shoulder – Oliver.
“You’re playing personal trainer for Mase now?” Oliver asked. “Do I needa look for a new gym buddy?”
Jacob waved him off. “Not unless he’s upgrading gyms, bro.”
Mason rolled his eye. “Not unless I upgrade to A+ student first.” While the smaller teen would have loved going to the better gym, his parents had told him they weren’t paying for a more expensive membership unless he earned it.
The crowd thinned as most football players left with the other students. Only a few had additional classes this afternoon.
Jacob hung back while Oliver headed for the parking lot, so Mason waited in case his friend wanted to talk.
He had guessed right. The thick teen bodybuilder whispered as the corridor emptied out.
“I have an idea who our next test subjects should be,” Jacob said. “I’ll show you a pic.”
Jacob turned his phone back on, after having it stowed away for practice. His smile dropped from his face. “Uh, shit.”
“Something bad?” Mason said. It obviously *was* bad but the smaller teen didn’t want to guess if it was serious.
“Shit,” Jacob repeated. “That’s… oh fuck.” He looked left and right. They were alone. A moment later he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Yeah, I just came out of practice,” Jacob said into the phone. His voice trembled. “I didn’t see you there. I can… Yeah, I’ll wait here.”
He lowered the phone and turned to Mason.
“We’re fucked,” Jacob said. “Someone found out. Someone’s stolen all the SubX.”
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Mason could feel his heart beat in his throat. He needed a huff from his inhaler. There was nothing he could do but wait for… whatever Jacob was waiting for.
A minute later Naoto turned around the corner.
The water-boy looked furious. He jogged, making his backpack swing to the sides of his thin frame.
And he headed right for Mason.
“I knew I shouldn’t have involved you,” Naoto said. “I fucking knew it. Three people can’t keep a secret between them. Who else did you tell?”
“Just Ji, boss,” Jacob said on Mason’s behalf. “Only Ji knows, but he doesn’t know *how* we do it. He thinks it’s magic.”
Mason felt like waking up from a dream and found his voice again. “Y-you? You’re the mad sex genius? The water-boy?”
Naoto gave him a dismissive once-over. “Don’t act so surprised. And I still demand an answer. I trust Jacob not to leak anything but I never got to vet you.”
“I swear on my sexlife,” Mason said, “I kept everything under lock. All the pics and videos are in the folder I shared with Jacob and he secured it personally.”
“Alright,” Naoto said, looking as threatening as a short 100 pound boy could look at two football players. “Help me look. My SubX boxes have GPS trackers and it looks like the thief hasn’t taken them out of the building yet.”
“Thank fuck,” Jacob said. “What do we do, boss?”
“Look into every room upstairs. I’ll take the ground floor.” The Asian boy dashed off.
“What are we looking for?” Mason asked running after Jacob who already headed for the stairs.
“Red boxes. Big as a binder. No label or anything.”
Mason let his own phone turn back on. “Maybe we should split up. I’ll give you a call if I find-“
“Fuck,” Jacob shouted. He was staring wide eyed at his screen. “Someone deleted everything in our folder. That’s how he knew what we did. Someone hacked our shit.”
Mason gasped. “If it’s Hudson, Aiden or Karter we’re dead. I mean literally. Their dads have guns.”
Fear ran across Jacob’s face for a second. “Nah, since when can any of them hack? Landon, maybe? He’s a geek.”
They looked into a classroom. Empty.
“Fuck,” Mason groaned. “We’ve given SubX to so many guys.”
His phone was done loading and ding’d escort bursa with notifications.
They were texts:
= You are a monster
= You’ve betrayed me
= I will destroy you
“Oh fuck!” Mason shouted. “It’s Wookie!”
Jacob closed the empty staff room he had been about to search. “What… How? He’s not a hacker.”
Deep shame slammed into Mason like lighting.
“D-don’t kill me,” Mason said.
“What?”
“Promise. Swear you won’t kill or maim me.”
Jacob was remarkably calm. “Mase? You’re not making sense.”
“That common folder… I used it to share pirated movies with Wookie years ago when we were kids. I think… I never kicked him off the sharing list. He must have randomly seen I added something and… uh.”
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” Jacob said and hammered a wall with his fist.
The Buff called Naoto with the news. Seconds after informing the no-longer-mysterious benefactor, Jacob grabbed Mason by the collar and headed for the stairs down.
“He found a clue,” Jacob said. “Wookie has used SubX on someone.”
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They reached Naoto at the detention room.
Wordlessly, the thin boy gestured at the window slit in the classroom door.
Inside were six boys and a teacher, buck naked and playing with their own nipples.
“This isn’t a problem,” Naoto said, “as long as nobody walks past and sees it before the effect has worn off.”
“Do we know where he went, boss?” Jacob asked.
Naoto scowled. “Mason’s lovely childhood friend might be trying to expose us. Is that his style?”
Mason hesitated. “I… uh, I dunno. I’ve never seen him really angry. Wookie is pretty quiet, uh… boss.”
“Pretty quiet,” Naoto said, “and pretty resourceful. And pretty not into getting assraped on camera. And don’t think calling me ‘boss’ earns you any points. You’re still fucked but I’ll deal with you later.”
They walked along the corridor and Naoto shoved Mason into the next classroom over.
“Take a deep breath, Mase.”
“Uh, why?” Mason asked but his head was already clouding. The Asian boy looked really cute and fuckable. His dick was asking for attention and… his throat closed.
Mason took an inhaler hit.
“Figures,” Naoto said. “Wookie’s using my own map of the air ducts against me. Let’s see,” he looked down at the wall grate, inches above the floor. “This one runs along the corridor to…”
The boss ran off and his two underlings followed.
At the corner, Naoto stared at the wall where the air duct lay behind.
“Mase, take a sniff in there.”
The teen stepped into the music room, took a deep breath and reported, “Nothing.”
Jacob opened the door on the other side of the T-junction. “Uh, yeah, we found another SubX room.”
Mason looked inside to see TJ and Jool. They must have been smoking out the open window. Now they were half-dressed spasm-rubbing off on each other. Pure, pleasure-less fuck machines.
“That’s the hard variant,” Naoto said. “Wookie dropped two different kind into the vent system… which means… he’s at a center of this floor’s system in… hm…”
They hurried one corridor over and found an art classroom where everything looked normal through the door’s window. So they jogged the other way and found a SubXed club room.
Ten or so nerds were typing on computers, naked and nipple fondling with one hand, the other still on the keyboard.
“Oh man,” Jacob said. “There’s going to be a surge in nipple piercings.”
“Come one.” Naoto ran off, his backpack bouncing. “I know where those ducts meet.”
Three pairs of sneakers squeaked on the floor as the boys raced.
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Naoto scanned the area but the coast was clear.
“If we’re lucky,” the boy said and nodded toward the boiler room door, “he’s still in there. You two need to hold him down. Mase, take a hit now. He’s definitely going to try SubX us and only me and Jacob had the anti-dose.”
Ten seconds later, the two jocks readied themselves at the door, while Naoto was going to pull the knob.
“Three, two, one.”
They burst in and… the room was empty.
No, wait.
“There!” Mason called out. Between the large, humming pipes he had spotted four red boxes. One was open and showed little bottles with a red substance.
“Those are my samples,” Naoto said and closed the door behind them. “The fucker can’t be far. Maybe he’ll bursa yabancı escort come back.”
The ‘boss’ walked up to his samples. “Jacob, you take position behind the door. Mase, see if there’s a wrench or something. We might have to hurt him when… oh, I take that back.” Naoto sounded smug, grinning. “Look what we have here.”
There were legs sticking out between the pipes. Mason stepped closer, cautiously, and saw Wookie — jeans pushed down, flannel shirt open — furiously masturbating.
“Aw,” Naoto mocked. “Did the poor kid dose himself? You’re too dumb to handle my work safely.”
The gay Asian boy spit on the straight one.
“Hey Nao- uh, boss,” Mason said. “Were you always acting when I was around or were you sometimes on SubX?”
“Either. Depending on what I feel like,” Naoto said as he dropped his bag and started digging for something.
“What about last time at Jacob’s?”
Naoto produced a vial. “We’re not having honesty hour. You’re still in trouble. But this is looking good. I can just…”
The water-boy filled a syringe.
“W-what is that?” Mason asked. He just wanted to make sure his childhood friend wasn’t getting capital punishment. Especially since he’d be next in line.
“An overwhelming concentration of SubX version gamma-blue,” the boss explained. “He’ll just lay there, with his brain unable to compute anything but sex.”
Seconds after the injection Wookie stopped jerking off and just drooled. It looked kind of scary.
“Why?” Mason asked, quietly.
“Wipes about a day of memories,” Jacob answered. “We discovered that by me losing a Saturday’s worth of studying. Then we tried again, on purpose, and I lost a whole Wednesday.”
Naoto pulled Wookie’s jeans up the unconscious boy’s legs. “We need to get him outside or he’ll wonder why he woke up in a boiler room.”
“Let’s get him into his car,” Mason said. “His keys are always in his right pocket.”
It was quite concerning that the great benefactor ran around with mind wiping magic in his bag but there were more immediate concerns.
Fortunately, no one was roaming the corridors during late afternoon lessons.
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Wookie woke up with a flinch and instantly rubbed his neck. He couldn’t have slept well in his sex-coma in the driver’s seat.
Mason loudly opened the passenger side door. “Hey thanks for the ride,” he said in a convincing, casual tone. “Can’t believe I missed the bus.”
The thin boy in flannel blinked, mouth slightly open. “Uh, right. How uh…”
“How practice was?” Mason said, quickly. “Long, obviously. That’s why I missed my ride home. Haha.”
The groggy boy started his car and Mason briefly wondered if it was safe to let him drive into his garage.
“Man,” Wookie said. “I’ve been thinking about my lab partner all day. She’s so hot. I think I totally spaced out thinking about her.”
“Ha, I know that feeling,” Mason said and sent his co-conspirators a text.
Mason wrote:
= Everything’s fine
Jacob wrote:
= Boss says no more subx for us 🙁
Mason leaned back and glanced over to Wookie. The skinny boy didn’t display any hostility. The athlete only had to worry about whether Naoto would hold a grudge.
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ONE MONTH LATER:
Jacob drove. They were headed for a dance club, which Mason wasn’t too thrilled about but maybe some cute stranger would grind on him.
“What a way to celebrate a victory series,” Jacob said. He looked extremely hot, with a white tank top, faded shorts, his mohawk freshly cut, smoky eyeliner, red tinted lips, a hoop in one lobe and an inverted cross dangling from the other.
“You know,” Naoto said from the back seat, “we might have to stop winning eventually. People could get suspicious if the Redfield Raccoons never lose on their home turf the rest of the year.”
“Sure boss,” Jacob said. “But what else am I supposed to be happy about since you’ve cut me off from my prime source of dick? Now I have to send hole pics on Grindr like a medieval peasant.”
Mason didn’t have to turn around to know Naoto was rolling his eyes.
“Maybe…” the boss said. “Maybe I’ll hand out some SubX again. If you’re a good boy.”
“Sir, I’ll be the best boy, sir. Ain’t that right, Mase?”
“I dunno,” Mason said, looking out the window. “Sex without SubX was really different. You can *talk* and all that shit.”
“Sure bursa escort but until you’re exclusive with someone, why not fuck some sex-zombies?”
“Zip your lips,” Naoto said. “We’re here.”
Jacob pulled half into a driveway and the back passenger door opened. Naoto shuffled to the side.
Ji and Westin climbed in, making out as soon as they were belted up. They both wore caps — backwards to stay out of the way of kissing. Ji had a strongly ripped t-shirt and Westin wore a studded collar with a dog tag.
“Ew,” Mason made. “Get a room you gross homos.”
The wrestler boyfriends only chuckled onto each other’s mouths.
Admittedly, if Mason had had a boyfriend as hot as Ji or Westin he wouldn’t have taken his lips off that one either.
Jacob turned the dubstep up but it didn’t fully mask the smooching sounds. Mason retreated into his phone to check social media.
His heart skipped a beat. He needed a moment to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
He drew a deep breath.
“Holy fucking shit! You’re not going to fucking believe who just made a fucking coming-out post!”
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ANOTHER MONTH LATER:
Mason slapped his boyfriend’s ass for the hundredth time and leaned forward, driving his dick in even harder than before. The boyfriend was on his back, looking up with eyes still red from choking on Mason’s dick.
Mason put his hand on the muscle hunk’s throat and applied light pressure. He slapped the sharp face with the other.
“You like that, faggot?!” Mason yelled.
“Yes, you’re so good to this dumb faggot. Oh fuck.”
Mason spat on his boyfriend. “I’m gonna… cum in your ass… you little bitch… mark you as the homo you are.”
“P-please Mase, ruin this faggot’s hole,” the hunky boyfriend said. He grabbed his own leaking dick and jerked off as fast as Mason humped into his ass.
“You’re so pathetic, little bitch…” Mason huffed, out of breath. “Everyone will see what a… faggot cum lover you are and… uh fuck… getting close…”
“Me too.”
Mason broke character and leaned in for a relatively gentle kiss.
The boyfriend shook and flexed his beefy torso as cum ropes splashed up his abs. The orgasm made his hole clench so tight that Mason climaxed with a scream, muffled by his boyfriend’s tongue.
The lean athlete drained his load into his bigger boyfriend, then held still with their forehead’s touching for several hot breaths, and finally pulled out.
“Fuck, that was amazing, babe,” Mason said.
Sex without SubX-interference was really different. Mostly better. This guy’s bottoming skills for example were a twelve out of ten when he was conscious and into it.
“Thanks. It *was* pretty good,” the hunk said, breath heavy. “For a fuck without bondage, at least.”
Mason wiped his dick on a damp towel and cuddled up next to Hudson. He nuzzled his head into the quarterback’s neck and put his hand across Hudson’s pierced chest.
They kissed and cooled down for a minute.
“Feeling like you’re getting it all out?” Mason asked.
“Yeah totally,” Hudson said. “Last week I couldn’t even say the words out loud, but now? I’m gay. I’m gaaaay!”
The words echoed through the empty house. Hudson’s parents were out and any trace of Mason would have to be gone before they were back. Things were… complicated and would probably not get better until Hudson was off to college, but this wasn’t the time to think about it.
The boys chuckled and kissed again.
“Glad to help a teammate out,” Mason said. “Although, I can’t say who helped who more. I wouldn’t have come out for years if I wasn’t dating you.”
“Anything for a teammate. Haha. To be honest though,” Hudson said, looking at the ceiling of his room, “I miss it a bit — the persona. It was still a fun act to put on, sometimes, even as it was eating me.”
Mason raised his eyebrows. “How much of it was an act? You’re not that different now. You just talk about things other than fucking girls for once.”
Hudson pouted. “Thanks… I think.”
“It’s part of what makes you so hot to dominate, babe. If you… wait.”
Mason had gotten a text and leaned off to the side to take a look.
Jacob wrote:
= Movie night at my place. Boss finally lets us use SubX again. Hallelujah!
= I’ve invited 15 guys just so you know
= You in?
Mason looked to the side — at his wonderful boyfriend.
He had something better than a SubX orgy. He had a fun, caring lover with a colorful mind and a multifaceted personality — still somewhat repressed but working on it.
Mason wrote back:
= Obviously yes and I’m bringing Hud to zombify cause I wanna see him top you again
He was a horny teen boy who liked to fuck muscular jocks. What did you expect?
THE END
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