Once again, Mason had driven home with Jacob, but not for sex and not to stay for long. Oliver was going to come over and there was something the SubX users had to arrange before that.
"I never realized," Mason said, "how convenient it is for SubX trials that football designates a backup as water-boy."
"Right?" Jacob said. "He hands out bottles at the same time and bam, forty fuck zombies at once."
"Too bad wrestling doesn't have that," Mason said. "But at least Ji gave me a clue how to work around that."
Jacob chuckled. "I wonder if he's going to figure out there's something in the water."
Mason closed the cap of the last substance X laced bottle. "Only if he already suspects something. It doesn't sound realistic that I can just snap my fingers and make straights fuck. I'd have taken over the world by now. Actually, what is the mad scientist up to? You never mention him."
The Buff in a sleeveless shirt leaned back and looked up as if lost in memory. "Wish I could introduce you but he doesn't want risking another guy knowing his identity. But... I can probably give you an update on some stuff."
The big boy got up and Mason followed over to the desk where Jacob clicked through files.
"Let's start with a history lesson," Jacob said, almost laughing. "Here's the first time I tried SubX. He took the video to convince me to work with him, cause of course I didn't believe him at first."
He opened a video of himself in a shower Mason recognized from Jacob's bathroom.
The Jacob on screen was on his back, four fingers up his hole and jerking off. The camera moved above him, held by the anonymous mad genius. The footballer's expression was a grimace of bliss and despair as he fluidly went between rubbing his wet torso and rubbing his boner. The one hand at his ass never left the hole. He licked his lips, leaned forward and spat on his anally penetrating fingers before leaning back again, sighing happily.
"And this," Jacob switched to a different file, "is me trying out the `strong formula' just a few weeks ago."
This other Jacob was quite unlike the previous one. Gone were the sexy, fluid motions and the exploration of his own body. This `strong SubXed' Jacob was on all fours, one hand jerking off, one pounding his hole, with a mechanical movement at top speed and a blank expression.
It was as if every part of him that didn't lead to orgasm had been deactivated.
"It looked simpler," Jacob said, "since I'm just pounding away without fun. But it's a lot more exhausting. Mentally and physically. After this I felt fucked in every way."
"That's what screwed over the Oak Hills guys?"
"Right, that's the point of SubX - at least of the hard version."
Jacob picked a different file.
The school's locker room, shot by a steady camera. About ten boys were rubbing their tenting jockstraps or already slipping out of them. Jacob was in the middle, receiving oral attention across his chest and abs.
The orgy participants were some of the smaller players. In fact, they all seemed to be backups, including water-boy Naoto, who was already getting shoved to the ground and got his ass tongued while someone else shoved their dick in his face.
Big-dicked Kareem was hovering his ass over small-dicked Santino's face, jerking himself hard. Santino seemed uninterested in using his own tool, simply holding onto Kareem's thighs to lick with vigor.
It would have been easy to think that everyone in frame was on SubX if it hadn't been for Jacob's occasional glances right into the camera. Was the mad scientist standing behind it, or had he only watched the recording?
"Fuck man," Mason said, realizing something. "Good thing I wasn't scheduled for practice that day or I'd have busted you with my immunity."
"Yeah," Jacob said. "The SubX maker never predicted that asthma could give you superpowers. Hehe. But after this we started planning the big trial at full practice where you discovered how to break the spell. I got a serious shock once I realized you were staying dressed and filming. But hey, it worked out."
The next file was of a huge guy in a black hood on all fours, getting fucked by someone old and fat. Jacob skipped forward to the same massive hunk getting fucked by a different old, hairy guy. Next skip and the beefcake was dicked down by someone not that old but gross looking.
Jacob looked with glee at Mason. "This was a test to see how many doses you can apply consecutively. Recognize him?"
Mason leaned in. "Not really." He saw that the file was three hours long. "Wow, that's a three hour video! How many doses did this guy get?"
Jacob shrugged. "I didn't administered them, the mad genius timed it all properly. Turns out you never get used to SubX. It always took the same amount of time and substance."
Mason looked on as the last fucker cummed into the muscle bottom's hole, walked off and was instantly replaced by someone skinny and bald with white chest hair.
"Wait..." Mason said. "That spot on the neck... Is that Hudson!?"
Jacob roared with laughter. "This was Hudson two weeks ago. Watch here."
He skipped over an hour forward, to where Hudson's hood had been removed, showing the blissful, fucked out looking hunk staring at the ceiling. He was now on his back, still getting pounded. Cum streaks were half dried all over his face. Someone had tied a pink bow into his hair. The word Faggot was written across his bouncing pecs.
"Beautiful," Mason said. "Send me that."
"Gladly. By the way, do you hide your files properly? Wouldn't want to leak that."
"How do I do that?"
"I'll show you. When have you got time?"
"Not tomorrow. That's my `date' with Ji."
Jacob nodded with a smile. "Send me that video."
"Will do."
Mason was just in time at Sunny Canyon High School to see the wrestlers finish up in the gym.
Boys in singlets were hot, especially Ji himself, but the one who really caught Mason's eyes was a guy currently pinning his opponent on the mat.
The unknown boy was light brown skinned with a buzz cut and a sharp jaw. He was naturally big, but so lean that each fiber popped through his skin. Where the other wrestlers were high school boys somewhere between fit and chubby, this one guy had a competition-stage-ready physique.
Unfortunately, that made him a mediocre wrestler at best. He ended up pinned by his opponent, unable to wiggle free.
While Mason appreciated the sight of muscle boys in singlets groping each other, he was a little disappointed at the lack of dick prints. Everybody seemed to wear a groin cup.
Ji waved as he spotted Mason, who made his way to the bleachers.
"Hello there," Ji said, taking off his headgear. "Welcome to Sunny Canyon High. Glad you could make it."
"Happy to be here," Mason said, honestly. He couldn't help but ask quietly, "Who's the gorgeous guy getting his ass handed to him right now?"
Ji smirked. "Oh, you've got taste. That's Westin. We call him `Wrestlin' to annoy him, obviously. Not too serious about wrestling, though. He's more of a gym bunny."
They both chuckled lightly and watched the match.
"Sadly," Ji continued, "he never showers with us. As I said, he's only doing it to have it on the record. No one gets kicked off the roster who doesn't act out of line. Sunny Canyon is a small school."
Mason shrugged. "Feels weird being here for the first time and not visiting Wookie."
"Oh, he might hop in. I mentioned you're checking out practice. Anyway... are you going to work your magic?"
Mason nodded slowly. "I need an opportunity. Somewhere undisturbed."
"I can take care of that," Ji said with a mean grin.
Mason was talking to Wookie when practice ended. He was only half listening to his neighbor's rambling about how much math sucked.
Most boys had already headed home or hit the showers. Only five stayed behind, including Ji. As those boys put away mats and gear, Ji was chatting them up.
Once Westin had put away his last mat, he brushed his singlet off his shoulders and pushed it down to his hips. His pecs and abs were not just spectacularly shaped and lean, they were covered in an even sheen of sweat over flawless brown skin.
Finally, Ji pushed his singlet down to his hips as well and led the other wrestlers past Mason.
"Hey Wookie," Ji said, "I'm having a smoke with the guys. Wanna join? Mase, you coming?"
Another guy caught Mason's attention. Ji had called him Heath and he was at the low end of Ji's weight class. The blond Heath had gone through a growth spurt and was trying to catch up in terms of muscle mass, his twink-ish frame only just filling out.
Mason had also learned the name of the constantly chatting hispanic boy with a striking neck tattoo. Alvaro was curly haired and had big, dark eyes. Alvaro's muscle definition was noteworthy, his abs popping through the singlet more than anyone else's.
The five wrestlers, the skinny boy in flannel and the visiting football player all wandered through the gym's small locker room and crammed themselves into the toilets - two urinals, a stall, a basin.
"Let's get the grime from the mats off first," Ji said and washed his hands.
"Can we make this quick?" Alvaro asked. "I want out of these sweaty clothes."
"If you're not here to enjoy it, leave," Ji said.
The hispanic with the neck tattoo half shrugged. "Fine, but why can't we shower first?"
Heath hit him in the back. "Cause you'll smell like weed, fuckhead."
"Suck my dick, faggot. I can chew gum."
"You can chew gum with your hair? Cause we'll stink of weed all over."
Westin laughed. He had a dumb, funny laugh.
"Guys," Ji said, wiggling a plastic bag full of weed. "No reason to fight. We're here to relax."
Once the thick wrestler rolled some blunts, Mason stepped up to the basin before anyone else could. He put SubX laced shampoo - in a liquid soap bottle - on the rim and made sure everybody was using it.
He took some himself and casually brushed Wookie's hand.
"Oops, sorry. Just wash that off," he said, watching Wookie get in line at the basin. Meanwhile, Mason counted to ten and took a shot from his inhaler, since he had just touched the soap, too.
With the boys all trying to wash their hands at the same time, they kept bumping their sweaty shoulders together.
"Stop rubbing off on me, cocksuckers," Heath said, half joking.
"You'd love that, cumslut, huh?" Alvaro said.
Jessie, a south-asian wrestler with blond streaks in his hair who hadn't said much yet, grabbed Alvaro's hips from behind and slammed his groin cup into the ass of the tattooed boy. "Take it, pig," Jessie yelled with laughter.
Alvaro made high pitched moans. "Oh baby, do me harder."
Mason grinned madly. They would be homophobic assholes for a few more seconds. Then they'd be his to fuck.
Westin was already affected. Apparently unable to speak, the beautifully lean muscle boy looked around awkwardly, both hands on his pulled down singlet, ready to drop it.
The first one to noticeably turn into a fuck zombie was Wookie, how had the most clothes on. He slipped out of his flannel shirt.
Ji leaned next to the door that he had blocked with a chair at the knob and lit his blunt.
"Mase, want a hit?"
"No thanks, man," Mason said. "Maybe in a minute."
The wrestlers had gone quiet. Jessie was still fake-pounding Alvaro but now it looked like a reverse lap dance, with the top' rubbing himself on the perky ass of his bottom'.
The first to step out of his singlet was Westin, who only had to push down to be left with nothing but the groin-cup-jockstrap and training shoes.
Ji took it as a signal and stepped out of his singlet, too.
With Wookie still struggling out of his jeans, the fake-fucking Alvaro and Heath broke apart and Alvaro turned to face his `top'. They made out while removing each other's singlets.
The smell of sweaty boy musk filled the room when Ji blew a lungful of weed into the air. He was the first to take off his jockstrap, letting his already mostly hard dick bounce happily.
A second later, Wookie dropped his underwear and started jerking off, his eyes fixed on Ji's abs. He licked his lips.
Mason quickly took off his own clothes and by the time had was done, Alvaro and Jessie had both removed their jockstraps as well, now only in shoes and socks.
Alvaro dropped to the ground and started licking Heath's sweaty package.
Ji said, "Alright Mase. You're the sex wizard, you get first pick. But I want to have been inside Westin before this is over."
"Fuck," Mason said, laughing. "He's definitely my pick. We can share, or do you want to try another one first?"
Ji grabbed Alvaro's head and pulled the boy with the neck tattoo onto his own dick, forcibly choking him with his full length.
"Loosen him up for me," Ji said. "I'll be busy."
Heath went to his knees and started licking the urinal, while Jessie took aim with his semi and pissed into Heath's hair. Wookie joined with his own stream.
Mason produced a jar of lube from his discarded pants to speed things up.
Alvaro was the first to dig in and slather it on his hole before pushing his face back into Ji's crotch.
Heath's was drinking from the urinal when it went off and Wookie pulled him back slapping his dick on Heath's tongue. Jessie crouched down behind the skinny boy and started rimming.
Westin also took some lube and drove two fingers up his ass.
Mason walked up behind him, and admired the flexing of Westin's lean back muscles and how his ass jiggled. But the jockstrap was still in the way of full nudity.
"Let's see what this hot slut is packing."
Mason slapped Westin's hand out of the boy's ass and pulled the jockstrap down. He glanced past the buff arms and...
"Holy fucking shit. Ji, look at this."
"Whoa, what is that? Wait... Fuck, I had no clue `Wrestlin' as such a slutty bitch boy."
The gorgeous sex zombie was in chastity. His dick was a tiny nub, straining in a metal spiral. The dick prison was fixed to a ring behind Westin's package and a prince albert stud through the dick head. There was no visible lock.
Ji stopped facefucking the hispanic boy and rushed to get his phone.
Meanwhile, Wookie screamed with a raw, trembling voice but was muffled by Jessie pressing his jockstrap onto Wookie's mouth. The south asian with blond streaks had entered the skinny boy's hole.
They collapsed on the ground and Jessie started humping as he held Wookie in something that might have been a wrestling grip.
Heath - wet with piss - laid down next to Wookie and sucked him off, which Wookie reciprocated. They 69-ed while Jessie thrusted.
Ji entered Alvaro, filming himself pushing in.
There was no reason for Mason to hesitate. He slapped Westin's firm bubble butt and lubed up his fuckrod.
Ji was filming Mason's entry into Westin, who proved to be a capable little chastity slut as he bent his knees to push his ass out and moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Fuck," Mason mumbled. "You've been locked up, touching all those boys in their tight singlets, you dickloving slut, huh?"
The mindless sex drone only grunted in response and Mason drove his dick deeper.
He took a look around at all the other sex currently happening in the tiny washroom.
Wookie was now eating Heath's sweaty ass, while still getting fucked by Jessie. Ji held Alvaro in a chokehold, making the bottoming muscle teen fight for breath as he was bred. Alvaro's free hands were busy with his nipples but one slipped into his groin cup where he finally freed his pulsing dick.
Westin's ass felt amazing. Mason would have rated him an easy 9 out of 10 and the fuck wasn't even over. His moans were just too delicious - plus knowing he had exposed a true anal slut was a massive turn on. Of course, there was a chance, Westin was straight regardless, but that would have only made it hotter.
"My turn?" Ji asked.
Mason sighed and slowed down. "Sure, it's only fair. You've lusted after him for longer."
"Fuck yeah. Definitely did."
Westin reacted to the slowed fucking by pushing back and riding his impaler. At the same time, his tight ass squeezed and milked as if he had practiced for the occasion.
Ji slipped out of the heaving Alvaro and discarded the condom that had appeared on his dick as if by magic. He handed over his phone. "Document this monumental moment for me, would ya?"
Reluctantly, Mason gave Westin's ass up. He had five other boys to pick from.
Westin dropped to his knees, pecs to the tiled ground, ass in the air.
Since Heath's face was available, Mason crouched down over the boy who had his legs in the air to give Wookie better rimming access. Mason lazily facefucked downward but Heath was decent at cocksucking. Hard to believe that he was almost certainly straight.
Mason aimed Ji's phone at the main attraction.
The thick Asian wrestler took a deep hit of his blunt, chucked it into a urinal, lined up his dick, let his hands wander over Westin's flexed, lean back, pushed in all his 5.3 inches, bend forward to grab Westin in a chokehold, brought his face next to Westin's, held still until Westin was desperate for air, and exhaled his blunt hit into the lean teen's slightly drooling mouth who had no choice but to inhale deeply.
The sight itself was hot enough to make Mason shoot his load. Heath was surprised by the cumshot and coughed. Mason slipped out and shot across the rimmed teen into Wookie's hair.
Ji fucked hard and fast to make sure he was going to cum before the effect ceased. He knew they were on a timer.
Mason walked around and got some good shots of the scenery. Jessie had cummed into Wookie and was now licking the rimming boy's feet. Wookie himself was still jerking off but focused more on the rimjob, using one hand to stimulate Heath's taint and ball sack.
Westin's moans were getting dangerously loud as was the hip slamming. But Ji seemed to realize it as well, since he shut Westin up by pressing both hands over the lean chastity slut's mouth.
Ji grunted and threw his head back. Mason stepped close to get the best shot. Westin's veins were popping from flexing his whole body and being denied air.
After trembling on the spot, the duo broke apart. Westin took fast, deep breaths, Ji dropped onto his ass and sighed.
A string of cum ran from Westin's leaking hole to Ji's pulsing dick.
Mason asked, "No condom?"
"Not for this one," Ji said with a soft smile. "If any boy in the world was going to be my first bareback experience, it would have had to be him."
Mason chuckled.
"We should probably clean up a little before their brains turn back on."
A minute later, the sex zombies had turned back into bantering teen boys sharing a blunt. Mason didn't stay long. But he made Ji promise to send him the footage.
With all the SubX to go around, football has taken a bit of a backseat in Mason's life. That'll change... next time.