== Sub X == Ch 6 ==
Jacob looked sexy in a stinger top and cute when he nervously chewed his lower lip.
Mason and his big friend waited in a dingy room filled with eerie equipment, walls lined with tattoo art.
"Scared, big boy?" Mason asked, to mask his own concerns.
Jacob huffed. "Fuck off, midget."
Mason reclined on the uncomfortable plastic chair. "I feel like we've become great friends. I hope Oliver isn't getting jealous. Why didn't you two get pierced together?"
"Good question, bro," Jacob said, looking serious. "We don't do *everything* together but I'd have expected him to ask. He went on his own, probably on a whim. He's a spontaneous fellow."
"Not to pry, but... You don't seem as much alike as I always thought 'the Buffs' were."
"Yeah," Jacob said, drawn out. "We're friends since middle school. Got into bodybuilding together. Got on the team together. I feel like we've drifted apart. Don't get me wrong-"
Jacob leaned in to whisper, just in case the piercer was about to return. "Fucking Oliver is a dream come true. But it's just not the same as sex with a person who is... you know, present?"
"Are you going to stop?"
"Fuck no, half my SubX is reserved for him. Every time he's over, we bang. But I'll get sick of it one day, I feel. Those raging teen hormones aren't going to carry me along forever."
Mason chuckled. "And then you'll settle with a cute twink and a puppy in a house in the suburbs."
Jacob grinned. "I think there are going to be a looooot of dicks to be drained first."
A woman with more ink than skin entered from the backroom. "Sorry for the wait. Who's first?"
Jacob pushed the stringers of his tank top off his shoulders. "Me, please. These here." He handed over two little black ring.
Mason held onto his small, classic studs. He thought rings were a bit too much - too obviously gay. Unless you were extremely manly like all the teammates who had opted for them.
Jacob sat down and the woman wiped his nipples. The Buff swallowed hard. Mason didn't have the heart to tease him.
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They headed to Jacob's place, with a detour to pick up a meal to eat in the car.
Jacob led Mason to his room upstairs and turned on the TV, handing Mason the controller for player 2.
"You know," Mason said, "every time I've been here, I thought it was a really nice room." Besides the bodybuilding trophies nothing hinted at the room's owner. The space was bright, clean and tasteful, almost with a feminine touch. "I just figured it'd be more, you know, football-y."
Jacob chuckled. "Don't feel like straight acting at home. I'd put rainbow flags and posters of hot naked dudes everywhere, but I guess that's got to wait till college. Hey, can you set a timer for three hours?"
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Eventually it was time to give the piercings a first wash. Jacob unashamedly dropped all his clothes on his bed before leading Mason to the bathroom.
"You ready, bro?" Jacob asked once the smaller athlete was shirtless. "Three, two, one."
They tore off their band-aids at the same time. It definitely looked hot. Mason almost regretted not opting for the rings right away. He used wet wipes to clean dried blood off his chest.
Jacob just stepped into the shower fully nude and let water do the job.
"You know what, Mase?" the big guy said, over the rushing stream. He had his ass to his guest and had to half turn to speak. "Call me crazy but I have an idea for who to rank next."
"Always open to suggestions," Mason said, stepping closer so he didn't have to shout. Although no one was home, yelling about which teammate to turn into a sex slave next was still awkward.
"Each other."
"Uh... W-what?"
Jacob turned around, dick semi erect. He drove his hand through his mohawk to push droplets out. "I want to know what I'm like on SubX. You don't have to take your turn if you're chickening out."
"Let's do it," Mason said, his mouth faster than his thoughts.
"Hm," Jacob made and looked in the mirror. "Don't want to tear out my rings in a fit of lust. Let's see..."
The big jock grabbed broad surgical tape from a cabinet and cut off two strips. He handed those to Mason and cut two more for himself.
Once Mason had secured his nipples with the transparently white tape, Jacob was done cutting his strips into two little hearts to put over his own nipples.
"Cute," Mason commented. "And slutty."
Jacob winked and clicked his tongue before wandering back to his room in the nude.
As if the bodybuilder's physique hadn't been reason enough to envy him, he also had a mini fridge in his room. Shaking a tiny bottle of a protein drink, Jacob sat down on his bed, legs far apart.
"This is what I give Oliver every time he comes over. Well, not *every* time. Sometimes I just wanna talk about shit or game or lift."
He downed the bottle in one go and scooted back on the bed.
"Alright, Mase. Let's see what I've got. I hope I have no anti-compound left in my system."
Mason stripped, his heart pounding. In a few seconds, he'd be able to do *anything* to his new friend. He set up his phone to record from the desk next to the bed.
Jacob was lubing up his hole, transitioning straight into finger fucking.
Mason chose a playlist on the jock's TV and fast beats filled the space.
"Jacob? Is it already working?"
The hunk only groaned.
Mason jumped onto the bed and held his hardening dick over Jacob's face. The mindless sex zombie shot up and threw Mason onto the bed, taking the offered dick in his mouth mid-swing.
"Holy fuck!" Mason shouted as the beefy jock deep throated him on first try.
