Sub X Ch. 01

== Sub X == Ch 1 ==

Mason had finished his punishment laps and walked to the locker room with sore calves. The other boys' noises echoed toward him through the corridor. Weird. After running laps, Mason usually found the locker room nearly deserted.

Exhausted from practice, the slim teen athlete felt his breath getting dangerously choked. He reached for his inhaler and shot meds into his lungs before he faced the other football players.

The sight offered in the locker room was simply unbelievable. It was an orgy. Yes, an orgy of 40 high school athletes, in a room not quite large enough for its purpose, as if it were a gay club's back room.

Were these new asthma meds hallucination inducing?

Most of his teammates were dressed down to their jockstraps or all together naked, with a few wet towels on the ground. About half of the boys so far had showered, the rest was still sweaty.

Once again it was obvious that Redfield All Boys was blessed with unusually beefy teens for a school of its size.

Among the biggest were teen-physique-bodybuilders Oliver and Jacob, known as 'the Buffs'. The cocky pussy-chasers were greedily 69-ing on a bench. So greedily, they didn't really suck dick but just slathered their mouths all over the other guy's package, taint and crack, like a man lost in the desert finding a puddle.

Behind them was Coach Saunders kneeling on the ground, eating the ass of the skinny, Asian water-boy who spread his cheeks and out-moaned anyone else on the room as his hole got beard-burned.

The coach's bald head and the water-boy's ass were getting pissed on by two teammates who wore nothing but shoulder pads.

Mason lowered his inhaler, frozen in place as the door fell shut behind him. His head whipped around at a loud moan next to him.

Right next to the entrance was the proudly homophobic Hudson on all fours with his ass in the air and four fingers knuckle-deep inside it. The openly gay-hating quarterback's thick, semi-hard dick dangled unused and glistening between his flexed thighs as he arched his back down like a submissive boyslut.

Multiple teammates glanced Mason's way. Some licked their lips, some rubbed their packages, some just stared with teary, desperate eyes, and the water-boy even winked at him. But no one said a word. Moans only.

Mason rushed ahead to retrieve his phone from his jeans that hung in his assigned, mudlocker-style equipment box. There was no way to get there without brushing skin with several teammates.

Most boys here outweighed his 132 lbs and he wasn't the tallest either. He had to shove his way through a wall of muscles and erections. Fuck yeah.

He started photo-shooting just as two boys, standing above an ass-fingering third one, pissed into each other's face. After their streams stopped, they descended on the wet boy on the ground between them and eat his ass together while jerking off.

Mason roamed the tight space and got five minutes of footage, staring at the rimming, pissing and even sucking orgy through his phone's camera. Reality felt hazy and overcharged with sexual energy. The locker room was filled with the smell of fresh sweat, shower gel, Axe, jockstrap musk, precum and piss.

A cry drew Mason's attention to the center of the room.

Oliver had sunken his lotion-lubed dick into Jacob's ass and was pounding with no regard for Jacob's comfort. Well, Jacob himself didn't seem to mind the pain, going by the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

Being enthusiastic teen-bodybuilders, the Buffs kept their bodies lean and their skin hairless. Oliver's strong V-shape leaned forward and the striations of his back muscles popped as the Buffs tongued each other's mouths roughly.

Meanwhile the water-boy dicked down one of the beefiest reserve players, making them the second fucker couple.

Mason pulled his shorts down, freeing his semi-hard dick, and considered his options. Good things came in threes, right?

Still filming, Mason looked down at quarterback Hudson who had spent the whole time spreading his sphincter with an ever more desperate jerking of his finger-hooks. The dark featured boy's blue eyes were teary and a string of drool glinted down to his thick abs.

After struggling to get his pants off with one hand, Mason went down on his knees and filmed his entry into Hudson 'no homo' Poole.

The stretched hole welcomed him with warm moisture. Hudson himself arched his back down and pushed himself onto the intruder with only a soft but throaty groan. The receiving homophobe clenched his thick ass, giving Mason the best sensation his dick had ever felt.

Only used to the rhythm of his own hand, virgin Mason felt he was in over his (dick) head. Luckily, Hudson's desperate new self did all the humping for him.

Before long, Mason put down the phone and grabbed Hudson by the hips to fuck harder. A fantasy come true.

There were now two more couples going all the way but they were out-moaned by the little Asian water-boy who got his ass eaten again. Of all the fuckers in the crammed room Mason and Hudson were the second loudest.

Hudson arched his back more and got up on his beefy arms. With the big boy's broad, flexing back in front of Mason's face, the top was nearing orgasm.

Quickly turning his camera back on, Mason held still and let Hudon's ass do the milking, to keep his filming steady.

Most teammates had cummed by that point, although few of those who were 'done' had stopped rubbing their faces into each other's glistening crotches. With cum splatters on most athletes, Mason didn't feel so awkward for being about to unload in front of his friends.

As Mason orgasmed, he humped into the jock bottom in front of him. Hudson lost his arch as his upper body dipped down. He received the load face-down ass-up.

Mason's dick slipped out and his remaining cum shot was caught on camera flinging along Hudson's spine just as the initial volley started dripping from the thick boy's pulsating asshole.

Drained of his teen hormones, Mason felt strange being among the fuckers, suckers and lickers. He grabbed his stuff, got dressed in a hurry and left unshowered while the teammates around him were still fucking without a word.

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It was already late in the evening but Mason hadn't dared to look at the footage yet.

Instead he checked the football team's group chat. Nobody seemed to remember the orgy but some of the boys had rushed to after-school appointments, vaguely blaming Coach Saunders for keeping them at practice.

And shortly some of Mason's friends - who he had filmed cumming on each other mere hours ago - were going to join him for horror movie night.

As his doorbell rang, Mason felt panic rising in his chest. He took a shot from his inhaler before facing the gang.

"Hey, how's is going?" Mason said.

"Yo! Whassup Mase!? Ready for this shit!"

The Buffs were the first to greet him even though they stood at the back of the arriving trio - they were simply always loud. They towered over Jung-Wook who stood in front of them.

Oliver and Jacob looked alike in how they were huge for high school seniors. Oliver was white with his blond hair rendered invisible by a buzz cut. His tight shirt's sleeves barely covered his shoulders. Jacob was light brown skinned, an inch taller and had a neatly trimmed mohawk. A deep V-neck shirt hugged his mouthwatering figure.

Mason's neighborhood friend Jung-Wook, aka Wookie, was a short, nerdy Korean with thick glasses who always wore flannel shirts.

"Hey Mase," Wookie said, holding up a six pack of beer. He got those easily from his parent's store without even needing a fake ID.

"Ready to get scared?" Mason said with a grin as he beckoned the trio inside.

"Fuck yeah! I'm already shaking like a little bitch!" Jacob half-shouted and hugged himself. Good thing Mason's parents were once again not here to tell them to keep it down.

"Promise you'll hold me if I cry," Wookie said, chuckling. "Or if I piss myself with fear. Haha."

"Fuck nah!" Oliver half-shouted. "If you fucking point your dick my way, like some kinda faggot, I'm gonna fucking feed you to the zombies myself, hehe."

"Haha. Bitch, I can out-sprint you," Wookie said.

Their usual horror-night ritual.

A minute later, August rapped on the door. Out of breath, the fourth guest waved handfuls of coke bottles.

Lanky, broad shouldered August had also been in the locker room, mostly rubbing himself on his teammates. The wide receiver had green eyes and short light brown hair.

"Got those from coach," August said, breathlessly, and raised the coke. "They were already open but not drank from."

"Perfect. It'll stretch out the beer," Mason said, hoping August's running hadn't shaken the bottles too much. "Come one in."

Shortly after, Mason stood in front of the TV and scrolled the slasher-horror section. This streaming service had seriously messed up flicks you wouldn't find elsewhere. Mason's parents didn't even know they were paying for it.

Oliver grabbed the remote off him from behind and dropped his beefy ass on the sofa between the other Buff and Wookie.

"None of the weak shit like last time," Jacob said and drank from his coke bottle.

"Yeah," Oliver said. "I want something where a lot of bitches get raped. I haven't busted a nut since Wednesday. Grandparents are staying over."

Oliver had most definitely busted a nut today but Mason was content just handing a bottle to August who had taken the main chair for himself.

"In that case," Wookie said and stretched his skinny arms, "might as well pop good ol' porn on the screen."

"Nah," August said. "It's horror night."

This debate went back and forth while Oliver scrolled through the library and while Mason poured chips into a bowl.

When he was done, the buzz-cut Buff had unilaterally picked a random movie amounting to little more than slasher-rape-porn.

Mason sat on the carpet, back against the sofa and took a sip from a bottle August had brought. Then he opened a beer can for himself.

Seconds later, a pair of jeans flew past him.

Confused, Mason turned around and spilled some of his beer in utter shock.

The Buffs were stripped down to their boxers and made out passionately.

The jeans had been Wookie's who jerked off, staring only at his own dick, still clad into a flannel shirt.

Mason backed away, walking on his knees off the carpet. He looked to August for help.

The final guest was only just taking off his shirt, eyes rolled back into his head as his fingers brushed his nipples. Already, August's dick was visibly pulsing in his pants.

Mason touched his own nipples.

The beer fell and soiled the hardwood floor. His nipples felt amazing. It was like a... *flash*.

Mason needed... shirt off... *flash* jerking... so hard and... *flash* August's dick tasted so good... *flash* needed to milk that cum... needed August's dick all the way... needed... Air!

The teen pulled himself away from August's crotch. How had he...?

His windpipe was shut.

With trembling hands, Mason felt around for where his pants had gone. With his mind unable to focus on anything but dick and ass, the teen had trouble to even see the ground under his hands.

There! His inhaler was in his front pocket. A deep breath and...

*Flash*

Mason's mind cleared instantly.

The Buffs were rimming on the sofa. Jacob had his legs in the air and spread wide, while Oliver lapped his tongue along crack and taint, grinding his own crotch on a pillow.

August dropped to his knees in front of Wookie and started sucking dick, while fingering his own hole with two fingers of each hand.

Mason turned on his camera just as Wookie leaned to the side and brought his face to the gently moaning Jacob's. They made out like they were gunning for a porn award and Mason could only stare - and film.

August was the first to cum, shooting onto his own thigh. He hadn't missed the carpet out of consideration, no, he was simply rubbing his dick on said thigh with one hand. The other hand was still busy with his hole.

But not anymore. As soon as the cum shot was over, August rose and dropped himself onto Wookie's slick, wet rod.

The tall guy sank effortlessly onto the Asian boy's tool, taking him balls deep on the first hump. They made out as they rode.

Having thus 'broached the topic', the fuckers inspired the Buffs to follow suit.

Oliver extracted his face out of his longtime friend's crack and grabbed one of Jacob's ankles in each hand. He hopped into a kneeling position on the sofa and took aim.

Jacob helped out with one hand to direct the eager, vein-riddled dick into his guts. Both boys threw their heads back and groaned in unison.

Fucking as if his life depended on it, Oliver slammed his sizeable dick into the arching bottom Buff.

August's ass was overflowing with Wookie's load but he didn't stop riding until the top pushed him off. They made out slowly and gently.

Mason had missed a cumshot, only now noticing the streaks of white along Jacob's chest, radiating from his softening dick.

Oliver leaned down to lick the cum off his friend as he fucked him continuously.

August had turned around and pushed his ass into Wookie's face who dutifully removed his own load with eager kisses.

The Buffs froze midfuck. Oliver pulled out with a wet sound, not having cummed yet. He grabbed his boxers in somewhat of a hurry - not as if he had just realized he was a straight guy fucking his best friend, but simply as if he had somewhere else to be.

Jacob followed in the same vein, slipping into his shirt with some haste but no panic.

They leaned back on the sofa and watched the chainsaw dude rape the fifth actress in a row as if they had been doing so the whole time.

It was bizarre to watch, with the still rimming couple next to them.

But before long, August also slipped back into his clothes, while Wookie buttoned up the flannel before bothering to cover his wet dick.

A minute later the four seemed to 'wake up' for real.

"Yo, that bitch has got to have a pussy like a bucket by now," Oliver said, breaking the silence.

"Pay attention, you fucking retard," August said with a laugh. "Her pussy's fine. All of that was anal."

The boys were loudly amused by August's comment. He didn't seem to notice the streak of cum still clinging to his calf.

"Can we watch a real horror movie now?" Wookie asked. "With how much porn you make us watch on these night I'm starting to think you want us to whip out our dicks."

Oliver laughed. "In your dreams."