Mason had shared Ji's footage with Jacob through a common cloud folder and in return Jacob had taught him how to make sure the file could not be seen, downloaded or altered by anyone without access. It would be their little secret.
Full practice left over 40 boys crowding the locker room in jockstraps and cleats with socks when Jacob leaned in to whisper.
"Yo Mase, just letting you know," the bodybuilder said ominously. "I didn't take the anti-compound today so I'll be a brain dead fuck freak in a moment. Here's the locker room key. You need to lock up when things get sexy."
Mason grabbed and hid the offered key. "Sure thing. Is anything special happening?"
"Just slight refinements on the formula," Jacob said, sounding a little too chipper. "The mad genius wants me to let him know if anything feels different after waking up. Oh, by the way..."
The Buff stripped naked and leaned in even closer. His lips nearly brushed against Mason's ear as he spoke over the noise of Coach Saunders showering Hudson with praise and a dozen guys showering themselves with water.
"...the SubX maker isn't happy about us spreading the word and getting Ji involved. What's done is done but if you - or I - let anyone else in on this, there will be consequences."
"Man," Mason said, "can't this mysterious creator just talk to my face? Fine, I'll keep my lips sealed but I'm practically a research assistant here. Shouldn't I meet this guy someday?"
"Maybe," Jacob said with a shrug.
The fucking was already starting.
Evan pulled his semi out of his jockstrap pouch and pissed down his leg. August squatted down and lapped up the stream. Karter Thunder-K had three spit lubed fingers up his ass in an instant and bent forward to lick the coach's balls. A triple of backup players undressed fully and formed a blowjob triangle. Naoto spread his cheeks and shoved his hole into Aiden's face. Moans echoed off the showers' tiles.
"Can you at least give me a hint?"
Jacob side-eyed him. "Nope. I'm not getting in trouble."
"How would he know, tough? Wait, is he watching?" Mason turned his head to the ceiling to spot any cracks in the panels. "Is there a camera? Is he in this room right now?"
"No comment."
Hudson and Milo slammed into the locker next to Mason, making out as if their life depended on exchanging as much saliva as possible. August crawled past his feet, licking along a stream of someone's piss. He bumped heads with a defense player who'd had the same idea and the two made out, jerking each other off.
Mason was beginning to feel the effect of SubX. But he hadn't touched water or shampoo. In fact, the water-boy hadn't handed out any post-training beverages.
The teen athlete took an inhalator shot and his mind cleared. Mason quickly slipped through the fuck zombies and locked up.
Next to him, Kareem cried out as the coach entered his ass. Karter and Lemarcus were swordfighting across the bench. Naoto moaned loudly when he sunk his dick into Toby, who jerked himself off and buried his face in the armpit of a backup. Hudson crawled around on the floor, licking cleats, occasionally rising to lick a sweaty taint or ball sack. The quarterback was still in his jockstrap, stimulating his prostate but not his package.
With the lock-up accomplished Mason tried to spot Jacob again.
Oliver was at the other end of the room, fully nude, with one foot in the shower nook. He squatted on his rippling legs, getting a face full of piss from two guys. Strangely, Jacob was not with him.
It was hard to spot the telltale mohawk in the ocean of glistening skin, throbbing teen dicks and pierced nipples.
Somewhere in the crowd, Jacob's beefy legs rose in the air and the boy who had been licking his hole moved up to stick it in. Mason managed to walk over a 69-ing couple just as Jacob's top thrust into him.
"Hey big guy," Mason said, bringing his face down to his friend's. "Are you really out of it? Not just pretending?"
Jacob vaguely looked his way, eyes slightly glazed over, before assuming a lustful expression with a dumbly open hanging mouth. He gave no answer.
Mason grinned and slapped Jacob's balls to make sure the bodybuilder was for real. Jacob flinched and let out a whimper. Mason hit the ball sack harder.
This inspired Jacob's top to hit the bottom's balls, too, for a little extra kick every time he thrust in. The poor bottom got enough of a ball slapping that Mason almost felt bad but going by Jacob's moans he seemed to like the torture well enough.
With nothing better to do, Mason finished undressing himself. He was somewhat used to having an orgy every other week but it still got him horny. Especially today, he was craving sex. The sweat, the moans, the never-ending amount of boy meat -- Mason wanted to fuck every boy in the room. He needed sex. He... *flash* needed... to fuck and...
His throat was getting dry -- and tight.
The teen took another shot from his inhaler and his mind cleared to a normal level of teen-hormone-induced lust. Where had he gotten another dose of SubX? Was it in the air?
Karter's lips were suddenly around his cock and Mason leaned into a locker division, letting himself get sucked off. His hand wandered through Karter's hair. The thick-legged boy had fun making himself gag while another player crawled up behind him and ate his ass.
Not for the first time, Mason wondered what made straight guys on SubX decide what to do.
A bench creaked as Hudson convulsed on it. He was sucking two dicks at once and constantly coughing. His facefucking teammates showed no mercy. The massive hunk was still wearing a jockstrap, although he had lost his footwear by now. He played with his ringed nipples while Oliver spit-lubed his own dick to fuck Hudson's exposed ass.
Mason stimulated his own nipple studs. He shot his load into Karter's throat, took deep breaths to calm down and let a few drops of cum fall to the ground as his glistening dick softened.
With nothing better to do, Mason filmed the nicely brutal Hudson-fuck from up close and gave the quarterback's balls a good slap.
As he had hoped, the three tops took the hint and tortured Hudson's sack with glee whenever they could tear their own hands away from the constant nipple play.
Jacob's package was also still getting spanked but by this point, he was trying to protect it, leading to a struggle of dominance between him and his top.
Soon after Jacob's abs were coated with a dusting of cum and Hudson's mouth overflowed with two simultaneous loads of boy juice, the room started waking up.
Many more boys tried to get into the shower than fit. Some of the ones who weren't covered in fluids started dressing. Naoto dutifully procured a mop and wiped the floor off piss drops. In just a minute, they'd all go back to being straight and oblivious.
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It was time for another friendly pre-season game. Redfield would compete against Copperleaf All Boys on Redfield's turf. Nobody was too worried, since the Copperleaves didn't look any stronger than last year.
Mason, on the other hand, had a reason to be nervous. He wanted to finally catch a glimpse of his benefactor -- the 'mad genius'.
If he waited until the Copperleaves were already fuck-exhausting themselves, he might be too late to catch the perpetrator. He had to be proactive.
On the evening of the friendly game, Mason made his way to the locker room with the other players but slipped aside when Jacob wasn't looking.
He turned to the left, toward the closet where he knew towels were being washed and bottles stored.
As expected, Naoto was freeing bottles from their plastic wrappings.
"Hey Mason," Naoto said with a nod. "What's up?"
"Just wondering. Did coach want you to bring some gifted bottles to the Coppers?"
