Finding Freedom

by hunnybunny

Summary:

Max is at the height of his career. He already has two drivers' championships under his belt, and Max can practically taste his third season on top. But when the track is cleared and the champagne has been sprayed, Max is alone. He is left with splitting headaches, his father's voice ringing in his ears, and a needle full of his suppressants waiting to be injected. To make matters even worse, Toto Wolff has been acting strangely since a chance encounter during pre-season testing. He didn't ask to be an omega. He didn't ask to be a disappointment to his father. Max just wants his freedom and his title.

Notes:

Please mind the tags! This fic contains child abuse and drug use/withdrawal, as well as non-consensual spanking.

To clarify, yes, Toto is a sadist, and Max is a masochist in this story.

Tags and character listings are subject to change because this story is not complete yet. Please bear with me.

Chapter 1: The Chance Encounter

March 3rd, 2023

Sofitel Bahrain Zallaq Thalassa Sea & Spa
Sakhir, Bahrain

 

Sweat dripped slowly down Max’s brow, trailing slowly down the side of his face. A solid drop landed on the treadmill between his rhythmically thudding feet. Jos’ most recent angry lecture was still ringing in Max’s ears.

Why can’t you control yourself? Everyone can tell! You were crying! It’s all on camera for the whole world to see! You won and started blubbering. The whole world is going to find out! Stupid kid!

Max shook his head, trying to focus on the pounding beat coming from his headphones. He turned the volume up, attempting to drown out Jos’ cruel voice. He then adjusted the speed on the treadmill up another two levels, pushing his body harder.

It had been Jos’ idea to stifle Max’s “problematic nature”. When Max had presented as an omega, his father had instantly rushed Max to a special doctor. At 12 years old, he had been strapped down and injected with an intense cocktail of experimental drugs. Max would never forget the icy feeling of the suppressants coursing through his veins, wiping out every remnant of his first heat. His body had been at war with the drugs ever since and his brain had been at war with his true nature. Jos had convinced everyone that Max was simply a rambunctious beta. Betas were supposed to be calm, and composed, and as hard as he had tried those traits were impossible to fake. Max forced his brain back to the treadmill. He wished he was at home where he could ditch his headphones and blast the music as loud as it would go instead of in a random hotel gym.

He didn’t hear the door to the gym opening and closing behind him. He didn’t see the imposing figure sitting down on the weight bench behind him. He did, however, feel the eyes boring into his back. Max slammed the stop button, ripped his headphones out, and whipped around to meet the cold dark eyes of Toto Wolff. Max’s breath came out in deep gasps and he tried to settle his heart rate back to a normal level. Toto chuckled deeply and stood, strolling over to the weight rack. He meticulously loaded up the bar and lay back down on the bench. Max couldn’t move or look away as Toto began his reps. Max was mesmerized by the rippling muscles shown off by the short-sleeved shirt and loose basketball shorts. He had never realized the lean, toned muscles those crisp, white Mercedes-branded button-downs hid. The bar clattered back into place, snapping Max out of his trance. Toto sat back up and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Max. It was at that moment Max realized how he must look. His bare chest was dripping, his sweat-soaked shirt was still draped over the back of the treadmill and his shorts were getting uncomfortably tight. He was hard.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

He turned around and scrambled to turn the treadmill back on in an attempt at a normal appearance. He kept his eyes straight ahead, refusing to look back. He could hear the bar behind him clinking. Max’s brain couldn’t concentrate; it was short-circuiting. He had to be done. He had to get away from the gym. The scent of sweat and pheromones radiating off of Toto was starting to permeate every inch of the room. Max had to get back to his room where his emergency suppressants were tucked away deep in his travel bag. Max was off the treadmill before it had even come to a complete stop. He turned tail and tried to control his pace as he made his way to the door, eyes trained on the floor, refusing to look anywhere else. Max made it to the elevator before he realized that he had forgotten his shirt on the treadmill, but it was too late to go back for it now.

Max loaded a needle full of suppressants, jabbed it into his muscle and chugged two bottles of ice-cold water. His body felt like it was on fire. His erection was still throbbing and the scent of Toto’s sweat clung to his nose. Max paced frantically around the room burying his hands in his hair while he tried desperately to calm himself down. Max paused.

Toto knows. He has to know. He figured it out.

He sat on the floor and put his head down between his knees trying not to panic. He pulled at his hair frantically. A cheery ring tone began blaring from his phone where he had left it on the bed. It was his alarm. He had an hour to get himself under control, clean up, and downstairs to meet the car that would be taking him to the pre-race meeting. The thought of doing what he knew best, driving, settled his anxious brain. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the final lap of last year. He was a champion. Max stiffly stood and shuffled his way into the shower. The cold water seemed to jolt his brain back to reality. No one would even believe Toto even if he had realized something was off. He scrubbed his hair and body roughly, trying to ignore the tremors racking his body. Suppressants were nasty drugs with pages of side effects. He flipped the hot tap on as high as it would go and stood there absolutely still, trying to slow his heart rate. He remained under the steaming water until the stinging in his skin overwhelmed his brain. After a quick towel off, Max threw on some clothes and ran down to the car that was waiting outside the hotel.

Chapter 2: The Bahrain Grand Prix

March 6th

Bahrain International Circuit
Sakhir, Bahrain

Bahrain had gone exactly to plan. Everything had gone off without a hitch, but anger was still bubbling under every inch of Max’s body. He flopped down on the bed and screamed into the plush pillow. His omega side was screaming to be comforted. It wanted to be held and coddled, but Max knew he could never have that. Having an alpha meant giving up Formula 1. Not only would no Dom in their right mind allow their omega to participate in such a dangerous sport, but the FIA’s rules were stuck in the 1950s when it came to omegas. Omegas weren’t even allowed on pit crews, never mind behind the wheel of a vehicle. While most developed countries were slowly easing rules on the lives of omegas, but the restrictions still felt stifling to Max. Many countries still required unbound omegas to be escorted in public and firmly held under the thumb of an alpha. Max wanted to make his own decisions, another championship or six, and his freedom.

A firm knock came from the door, “Max?”

It was Christian. Max bolted upright and straightened his uniform. There were two more knocks before Max felt composed enough to face the alpha. Max swung the door open for his team principal, allowing Christian to breeze past easily.

“You ran a great race, Max.”

“Thank you.”

Max nodded once and opened the door for Christian to leave. He could see the alpha bristling at the unspoken order to leave. Christian was the only other person besides Jos that knew Max’s nature. Jos had roped Christian into the forged status scam when Max had first been signed. Max’s ruthless father had needed an accomplice within the team to help pass off one of the beta mechanics’ drug testing results as Max’s.

Christian’s voice lowered in tone, “Close the door. We have to talk.”

Max’s knees shook from the direct order and the door clicked shut again. He needed another shot of suppressants. An alpha voice shouldn’t have such a strong effect on him.

“What”, he muttered putting his hands firmly on his hips.

“Max, we have a break after Saudi Arabia. I wanted to offer you—.”

Fireworks exploded behind Max’s eyes as the anger was back as quick as a snap. He knew exactly where this conversation was turning.

“Christian, you’re my fucking boss! I’m not going to bend over and let you knot me like some pathetic little omega. Who do you think you fucking are?”

Color crept into Max’s face as his blood boiled. His breath started to come out rougher.

“That’s not what I was going to suggest.”

“Did you mean to command me instead? Force me to strip and present?”

Christian took a heavy step forward and a growl escaped from deep in his chest. Max quickly backpedaled until he connected with the wall, which was enough to crack his anger for a moment.

“I have protected you for years, Max, and never once have I ever treated you as any less than. I am insulted that you would even think I would try that! I give a shit about you, Max. The suppressants your dad has you on are dangerous. They are for short periods in emergencies only, but you’ve been taking them non-stop for years. I have a doctor in England who I can pay off to keep quiet. Just a routine check.”

Max kept his eyes trained on the floor. He knew the risks of the suppressants and it was something he had been trying to keep out of his mind for years.

Christian sighed and stepped backward, “just think about it.”

The door slammed shut behind Christian and Max sank to the floor. Max felt like his heart was going to thunder out of his chest. He closed his eyes and scrubbed his hand roughly through his hair trying to shake the ringing in his ears. An intense headache was brewing.

Chapter 3: The Saudi Arabian Grand Prix

March 19th

Jeddah Corniche Circuit
Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

The race hadn’t been a win for Max but it was a win for the team and he was starting off the season strong. He had walked around the garage congratulating the team and Sergio with a smile plastered on his lips. Everyone looked disappointed when Max politely declined the multiple invitations to go out to celebrate. He was exhausted. The soreness spread through every muscle in his body.

He was quick to change into his street clothes and head to the parking lot where a car was waiting to take him back to the hotel. He pushed his sunglasses higher and pulled his hat lower, praying that no one else would recognize him or stop him. He just wanted a speedy shower and a plush hotel bed.

He breezed through the throngs of people milling around in post-race excitement until he reached the iron gate leading to the parking lot. He could see the darkly tinted back window of the Bentley as well as the usual driver. He quickened his pace until he ran smack into another human body, sending Max to the ground.

“Fuck! Watch where you’re going, idiot.”

A dark chuckle rang out and a hand reached down in front of Max’s face. He grudgingly took it and was easily pulled up off the ground. The strong hand yanked Max closer and panic flashed in Max’s brain.

“An idiot am I? Strong words from you.”

Max narrowed his eyes and glared up at Toto Wolff.

“Let go of me, Toto.”

The German huffed in amusement and gripped tighter, yanking Max into a hug. Max’s brain instantly began short-circuiting. He was instantly wrapped in a strong embrace and his nostrils filled with a heavy, intoxicating scent of alpha. The hug was tight and sure and Max’s omega side positively preened at the attention. All of his senses were so wrapped up in the alpha he couldn’t hold back a relieved mewl.

“Soon, little one”, Toto whispered placing his free hand on the back of Max’s neck and squeezed.

Max snapped out of it, placed his hand on Toto’s chest, and shoved hard breaking the connection.

“Get the fuck off of me! What are you doing?”

Toto allowed himself to be pushed away and released Max’s wrist with a pleased noise.

“Fucking asshole”, Max muttered as he watched Toto turn and saunter away.

The familiar anger was back as Max shook his head and quickly made his way to the waiting car. He spent the ride cursing every moment of his interaction with Toto. An alpha would have punched Toto square in the jaw after being manhandled. He should have fought back harder.

Chapter 4: The Australian Grand Prix

April 2nd

Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit
Melbourne, Australia

Fifty-eight laps later Max stood at the top of the podium triumphant once again. He gazed down at his team proudly as he waited for his trophy to be handed over. It had been a wild ride of a race. From starting in pole position to instantly losing out to George Russell’s Mercedes in the first turn of the race. For some reason the idea of Toto’s smug smile flashed in front of Max’s eyes, which only lit a further fire. Lewis managed to make it through as well, only adding to Max’s building frustration. The race had devolved into chaos between restarts and Russell’s vehicle igniting from a failure. Max had managed to hold himself together but his brain was swimming. He had lost control of the car in lap 47. His vision had blurred for only a moment and he could feel blood dripping from his nose inside his helmet. A cool finger of panic had shot up his spine but his racing instincts had managed to kick in just at the last moment. He got the car under control and back onto the track in an instant and quickly got on the radio.

“I keep front-locking there! It’s shit.”

“Okay. Understood.”

Max put his head down and stared down the track choosing to focus on the finish line rather than the drips of blood still leaking from his nose. Max had managed to hold off Hamilton in the last two laps after two more red flags bringing the race to an exciting conclusion. As soon as Max pulled his car into the P1 spot, he hopped out and quickly congratulated his team, careful to keep his helmet on. He fist-bumped Hamilton and Alonso before rushing away from the crowd making the excuse that he needed the bathroom before the trophy ceremony. He locked the door behind himself and ripped off his helmet and balaclava, wincing at the blood-red stain in the white material. He quickly cleaned up his face, carefully removing any evidence of the nosebleed.

“One minute”, a minder shouted through the door.

“Yeah!”

He ripped the door open after shoving his balaclava into his helmet, hoping to hide the stain from any prying eyes. His minder ran with him down the hallway to the podiums. He lined up in the hallway and shifted anxiously. The cheers of the crowd and his team were deafening as he was announced as he took his place on the top tier of the podium. Max cheered and raised the cup high above his head as soon as it was handed to him. The spray of champagne blinded him momentarily as he whooped with joy, trying to get Hamilton back. Max took a long swig and turned the champagne spray out to the crowd. For some reason his eyes were drawn to Toto Wolff who stood at the front of the Mercedes crowd with his arms crossed so tightly his muscles were bulging under the tight white button-up. Max’s eyes focused on a bit of white material that was sticking out of Toto’s pocket. He met Toto’s eyes which were dark with fury. Max’s stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. He felt like he was going to vomit, but in that moment Hamilton wrapped his arms around Max’s shoulder and shook him gently.

“Great race, kid.”

Max scoffed.

“You too, old man!”

Hamilton chucked and released Max.

The fanfare eventually died down. He was forced to stop by the press pit answering all of their inane questions for the millionth time and recounting the race in as much detail as he could remember. After what felt like hours, he was finally allowed to make his way back to the Red Bull building. He smiled and hugged his teammates as he walked through the building and checked in on Checo who had managed to eke out a fifth-place finish. When he made his way to his driver's room he let out an exhausted sigh. Sitting on the massage table, he saw an unmarked package. He ripped it open revealing a new stock of tiny clear vials and boxes of new needles. Max shook up a vial, loaded the needle, and quickly shot the drugs into his arm. He gripped the edge of the table as the familiar zing traveled through his body. He panted and dropped his chin to his chest. When he felt like his heart wasn’t going to burst from his chest, he stood upright and resealed the box, placing it among his other possessions for the minders to haul back to his hotel room.

“Deep breaths”, he reminded himself.

Max stripped out of his race suit and changed into his street clothes before making his way out a back door and towards the parking lot.

“Are you okay?”

Max practically jumped out of his skin, whipping around to come face to face with Toto Wolff.

“Fuck off, Toto!”

Toto reached forward grabbing Max’s upper arms in an iron-tight grip.

“Are you okay?”

Max flailed wildly, freeing himself enough to land a punch to Toto’s jaw.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me again. What is wrong with you?”

Toto stumbled back clutching at his face. Max stood there for a moment, clenching his fists in preparation to strike again. He saw the anger flash through Toto’s features before it was replaced with concern.

“Are you okay?”

The uncomfortable lurch in Max’s stomach came back.

“Fuck off.”

Max took off at a sprint for the parking lot, not stopping until he was safely bundled up behind the wheel of his rental car. He hurried back to the hotel and locked himself in until his flight back to his apartment in England near Red Bull’s headquarters.

Chapter 5: The Letter

April 5th

Max’s Home
Milton Keynes, England

Max sat quietly on his bed staring at the wall blankly. His heart thudded heavily in his chest and a lump was growing in his throat. An envelope lay unopened next to him with the FIA’s embossed seal stamped prominently on the front. Letters were always bad news. The FIA didn’t put anything into writing that wasn’t serious. He took a deep breath and slid his finger over the logo. With shaky hands, he picked it up and ripped it open.

Dear Max Verstappen,

This letter is to request your presence at a disciplinary hearing on 7 April 2023 at the headquarters of the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile at 8 Place de la Concorde, Paris at 10 am.

That was it. There was no signature and no further instructions. He knew he was screwed. He had been through hearings multiple times before, but he had always known why he was being called to the head office. He grabbed the letter and his cell phone, dialing Christian’s phone number. It only rang once before Christian picked up.

“Did you get a letter too?”

“Yes”, Max replied trying to keep the dread from his voice.

“Meet me at Heathrow tomorrow at 3. I’ll charter the jet.”

Max just grunted in reply. Christian abruptly hung up to start making the preparations for their trip.

Chapter 6: The FIA

April 7th

FIA Headquarters
Paris, France

Max fiddled absentmindedly with the cuff of his jacket as Christian whizzed through the streets of Paris, occasionally swearing at tourists who were meandering aimlessly. Max had taken another suppressant shot that morning and it always made him jittery for the first few hours. The yellow Lamborghini got quite a few stares as Christian swerved around pedestrians, motorcycles, and other vehicles. Max had gotten a good laugh out of Christian’s face when the woman at the high-end rental desk had given them a choice between the Lamborghini and a Ferrari.

“In 10 meters turn left”, the GPS announced.

Max slumped back into the passenger seat, sinking as far as possible without wrinkling his suit. They had both spent the entire flight as well as the car ride in silence. Christian had tried a couple of times to place a comforting hand on Max’s shoulder but Max had shaken it off each time. He didn’t need pity or comforting words. He needed to know what the subject of the hearing was and Christian didn’t have any answers. The headquarters came into view and Christian made a sharp turn into the only open parking spot in front of the building. They both slid their IDs out of their pockets and made quick work of getting through security. Natalie Robyn’s assistant met them in the lobby.

“Good morning, gentlemen. Ms Robyn has asked me to escort you both up to the conference room. Please follow me.”

They both nodded and followed her into the elevator which promptly shut behind them. The music they were playing was meant to be soothing, but it was just grating inside Max’s anxiety-riddled mind the entire way to the top floor.

“This way si vous plait.”

The assistant opened the doors to a conference room situated at the very end of the hallway and ushered them both inside. Natalie Robyn, CEO of the FIA, sat in the center of the table with two other executives flanking her on either side. She gestured to two of the three empty chairs opposite the executives. Max and Christian both whipped their heads around when the door opened again behind them.

“What is he doing here”, Christian snarled.

“I’m here to give evidence”, Toto snarled right back.

Max tried desperately to swallow the lump growing in his throat. Christian turned and looked back at the executives who had all seemed to find somewhere else to look but into the Red Bull boss’s blazing eyes.

“What is it this time, Toto? Are we going to do through the song and dance of how Lewis was robbed of the championship again? As Michael said we went racing!”

Natalie cleared her throat, shutting Christian up immediately.

“Mr. Horner, I’m afraid the accusations are more serious than that.”

She pulled out a piece of paper from the folder in front of her and slid it across the table. Christian read through it quickly and slammed it back down on the table. Max had known Christian long enough to know his body language was not anger as it appeared. It was panic. Max snatched up the piece of paper and the lump in his throat grew ten sizes. It was a sheet of test results. At the top of the sheet in large bold letters was the word “OMEGA” in all caps. Max looked over to Christian where he could practically see the wheels turning in his brilliant mind.

“You can’t believe this is legitimate. What’s to say Toto didn’t pull this sample from a random omega off the streets? This is ludicrous! Where did you even get this supposed sample?”

Toto chuckled, “Max left a sweaty shirt behind in a gym at testing.”

Natalie cleared her throat again, “Christian, of course, we are not taking this as solid evidence; however, an accusation has been made and we take this type of thing very seriously. Which is why we called Max here today as well.”

Everyone in the room looked to Max and he tried desperately to sit up straighter in his chair.

“We will need a sample from you, Max, to test your hormone levels”, Natalie continued.

Max couldn’t even speak.

Christian slammed his fist into the table, “Absolutely not! Max will not be subjecting himself to testing because of a baseless accusation. This is insane and I will not stand for it!”

Natalie sighed heavily.

“You’re not leaving me with many choices, Christian. Max will submit to the test or we will be forced to expel him from Formula 1 effective immediately.”

Max’s mouth fell open in shock. His entire life and career were being ripped away from him. He abruptly stood up from his chair, drawing every eye in the room again.

“What is my other option?”

Natalie raised an eyebrow, “If you submit to the testing and are a beta, we will be fining Mercedes for false accusations.”

“And if the test comes back differently?”

She paused, looking pensive for a moment, “We have never had an omega in F1 before, and I cannot even begin to fathom the complications that would arise from such a discovery. That being said, we would be open to negotiations for how to resolve this amicably for all parties.”

“I’ll take the test.”

Christian stood up and grabbed Max by the arm, dragging him into the hallway.

“Mr. Horner, you can’t—“

Christian slammed the door behind himself and backed Max into the wall.

“What the fuck are you thinking?!”

Max firmly planted his hands on Christian’s chest and shoved him backward. He had seen Christian blow up in anger before, but never had he seen his team principal spiral out of control so quickly.

“I think I’m saving my career”, Max said through clenched teeth.

The two men shared an intense glare. Christian let out a huff.

“Max, I won’t be able to protect you if you take that test.”

“I know.”

“They are still going to take you out of your seat and force you to retire.”

A plan was forming in Max’s head.

“Not if I threaten to go public. Look, I can refuse the test and they can force me out under the claim of a failed drug test. Or I can take the test and threaten them that if they don’t let me drive I’ll go public. How will it look if an omega is their reigning champ? If I take the test in front of them, they will be knowingly terminating me for being an omega. It’s the only card I have to play, Christian. We have to play it.”

Christian scrubbed his hands over his face thinking through every ramification of the choices they had.

“Fuck. Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Your father is going to murder me.”

Christian opened the conference room door again and they both sat back down in their seats.

“He’ll take the test.”

Natalie nodded and turned to one of the other executives who abruptly left the room and then returned with a small white box. A long cotton swab was offered to Max and he proceeded to swab every corner of the inside of his mouth. The man grabbed the swab back when Max offered it and took out a small white machine from the box, inserting the swab into the opening at the top.

“It should only take about 5 minutes”, the man announced.

An awkward silence fell over the entire room while everyone waited on bated breath. After 5 agonizing minutes, the machine beeped twice. The executive checked the screen and slid it over to Natalie. She sighed heavily.

“So you are an omega.”

Max leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. The truth was finally out.

“Yes.”

“We cannot let an unsupervised, unmated omega drive in Formula 1, Max. The press would have a field day and the sport would crumble.”

“Let me finish the season.”

“I can’t allow that, Max.”

“You can or I will go to the press and let them know exactly how all of this happened. I will expose you all and maybe the more conservative countries will be on your side but Holland, the EU and America will all turn their backs on you, not me.”

Natalie ground her teeth together. She knew that after the scandal that led to her gaining her current position, F1 could not survive another scandal so soon. She took several minutes to mull the situation over in her head before leaning forward and looking into Max's eyes.

“You will retire at the end of the season and you will sign a NDA today. Not a word to anyone.”

“I’ve kept it secret this long.”

“And we are going to assign you an alpha.”

“What?!”

Christian put his hand on Max’s shoulder, “I’ll supervise him.”

Natalie scoffed. “You knew about this the entire time. Your judgment had been clouded from the start. You cannot be trusted, Christian.”

“I will.”

Everyone at the table turned and looked at Toto.

“I like that idea”, one of the executives chimed in.

“You can’t”, Christian and Max protested at the same time.

“Any objections from the board”, Natalie asked her fellow executives, all of whom shook their heads no.

Christian was out of his seat again yelling across the table, but Natalie met him in the middle of the table.

“SIT DOWN, MR. HORNER. You are going to shut up and leave this building or I will have you dragged out the front door. You are lucky I am not pressing charges against you for endangerment of an omega.”

Christian was not used to being yelled at or threatened and it completely disarmed him. His clenched fists were turning white.

Toto stood, nodded to the executives, and left the room without sparing even a glance at Max nor Christian. Max sat there wordlessly trying to wrap his brain around what had just happened.

Chapter 7: Meadowbank Lodge

April 9th

Toto's House
Meadowbank Lodge, Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max slammed the shifter into park and stared up at the unassuming country house on a rather sprawling estate. He grabbed his phone from the center console and reread the text message he had received from an unknown number the day before.

Meadowbank Lodge. April 9th at 11 am. Pack a bag for at least two weeks.
-Toto

There was plenty of land surrounding the home and under different circumstances, Max would have admired the subtle luxury of the rolling green hills. He stepped out of the vehicle, grabbed his travel bag from the passenger seat, and paused at the front door. He knocked once and the door swung open to reveal Toto. The older man still managed to look intimidating and crisp in a simple black t-shirt and jeans.

“Come in, Max.”

Toto stepped aside and welcomed Max into a bright, homey entrance hallway. Max bristled angrily when Toto placed a hand on Max’s shoulder, trying to gently guide him to the sitting room.

“Don’t touch me! We’ve had this discussion before, or do you need another punch to get the message across?”

Toto sighed and walked into the sitting room, taking a seat in a plush armchair right next to the fireplace. He gestured to a couch opposite.

“Sit down.”

“I’ll stand.”

Max could see the alpha’s teeth grind together, but Toto kept up his calm, cold facade on the outside.

“This is going to be a long conversation and I would rather you be comfortable. If you would like to continue the stubbornness, I will wait you out.”

Toto grabbed a coffee cup from the side table, took a long sip, and crossed his legs. Max rolled his eyes.

“The FIA can assign you to supervise me during races, but you are not my alpha.”

He flopped down onto the couch dramatically.

“Max, the FIA filed a guardianship. I am legally responsible for you and I take it very seriously. You can be angry about it as much as you would like but these are the consequences of your actions.”

“The consequences of my actions? Are you fucking serious? If I hadn’t lied about my status, where would I be? I wouldn’t have been allowed behind the wheel of a cart, never mind a F1 car! I would be holed up in some alpha’s house cooking and cleaning, forced to my knees every three seconds, and having to pretend to be grateful for it. I will not be some subservient doormat to be walked all over!”

Max was back on his feet, slowly advancing towards Toto with an accusing finger pointed. The alpha chucked which only flared Max’s rage. He lunged towards Toto with a fist already clenched. Before his fist could connect, Max found himself slammed into the carpet on his back. Toto sat heavily on Max’s stomach, pinning both of Max’s wrists to the ground above his head. All of the air was forced out of Max’s chest making his breath come out in short wheezing bursts. He shifted his entire weight right and left trying to free himself from Toto’s grasp, but there was no hope of freedom when Toto towered over Max by six inches.

“Enough”, Toto’s booming voice thundered out the second Max’s feet began to violently kick out.

Max froze. Every instinct in his body told him to stop fighting, but his temper flared up.

“Get off of me”, Max shouted back.

Toto shook his head and sighed.

“No. If you want to tire yourself out that’s fine with me. Fight as much as you’d like to but I’m not going to let you up until you calm down.”

Toto used his feet to pin down Max’s flailing legs, and despite almost being upended twice, Toto held firm. He kept Max pinned down. Max finally had enough and let his limbs go limp, turning his head to the side, glaring at the wall, panting through clenched teeth. Toto raised an eyebrow studying Max for a moment before slowly standing and returning to his armchair. Max lay on the floor trying to get his breath under control.

“When you’re ready, have a seat on the couch and we can talk.”

Max stayed on the ground, choosing to change his eyesight to the ceiling and remain on the floor.

“Talk.”

“Your tantrum was impressive, but we need to have an adult conversation. Sit on the couch and face me.”

Max snorted and shoved himself off the ground, sitting back down on the couch and crossing his arms petulantly.

“It wasn’t a tantrum.”

“I have a child Max. That was exactly what a tantrum is.”

Max turned his head, choosing a spot on the wall to direct his rage-filled gaze.

“What is there to talk about?”

“The rules.”

“Oh, so there are rules to follow? Would you like me in your bed at a certain time? Can I wear my clothing or would you like to pick out lingerie?”

Toto pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head again.

“I will say this once and only once. I’m not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do as long as it doesn’t endanger your health or well-being.”

Max looked at Toto incredulously.

“What?”

“Your idea of alpha is stuck in the 1930s and is quite insulting. I am not going to force you into my bed, Max. I am not a sex-hungry monster any more than you are a weak little submissive.”

Toto’s words sent Max’s brain reeling trying to figure out if there was any truth to the statement. There was a long silence where the two men just stared at each other.

“Why did you volunteer then?”

It was Toto’s turn to take a long moment to think of his response.

“You needed help and I was a convenient choice.”

“And what? Out of the goodness of your heart you volunteered? I don’t believe that. I am not stupid and you are too smart for that. You’re the one that reported me to the FIA!”

“I reported you because Christian didn’t have the balls to stop you from self-destructing! And yes, I may have a selfish reason for volunteering, but I also saw you suffering.”

“Self-destructing! I am in peak physical shape! I’m winning championships!”

“And your body is ripping itself apart!”

It was Toto’s turn to rise to his feet in anger. The German paced over to the window and looked out.

“What are you talking about?”

“Before I went to the FIA I had your sweat tested because I thought it was steroids. I thought you were taking performance-enhancing drugs. When the results came back I realized what was going on. That’s when I reported you. Your body is on overdrive because of those hormone blockers. Your levels are off the charts and your bursts of rage are a side effect. I’ve seen the dried blood around your nose and your balaclava from Australia proved my suspicion. I’ve noticed that you get headaches constantly. You’re killing yourself with those shots. That’s why you’re here.”

Toto turned and focused in on Max with what appeared to be worry.

“Why I’m here?”

“You thought I asked you to come to my home so that I could impose my will on you. I called you here to start your detox.”

Max could feel his hands starting to shake as the anger washed over him again. Without his suppressants, he would lose his conviction. He would lose his ability to defy and to be his own person. Any alpha would be able to command him.

“I’m not stopping the suppressants!”

“It will kill you.”

“Better than being someone’s bitch!”

Toto had finally had enough. He stood and snatched up Max’s bag, unzipping it and dumping the contents onto the floor before Max could get a word out. Toto meticulously picked through the contents, pocketing every vial, needle, and pill he came across.

“SIT DOWN”, Toto roared when Max tried to interfere.

When Toto was finally satisfied that he had collected every possible medication he grabbed Max’s keys and started towards a doorway that led further into the house.

“You’re taking my keys too?”

“You’re not going to give me another choice. I’ve already figured that out. You’ll get them back when you’re clean. Your room is up the stairs to the left at the end of the hallway. There’s a bathroom attached. Go unpack. I’ll make lunch.”

Once Toto had disappeared from the room, Max sat there dumbfounded, staring at his clothing spread out on the floor in front of him. He could feel the exhaustion and hunger creeping through his body. He shoved his clothing and toiletries back into his travel bag and lugged it upstairs. The room Toto had assigned to him was warm and welcoming with tasteful decor and a vase full of fresh flowers. He shoved his clothing into the empty dresser and dropped his toiletry bag in the adjoining bathroom. He splashed some cold water on his face and stared into his reflection. His brain worked to process what Toto had told him. He had been trying to ignore the nose bleeds and headaches. In the back of his mind he had known what the cause had been, but coming to terms with the reality of getting off the suppressants had been unthinkable. Max ran his fingers through his hair trying to stop the shaking. He took a few minutes to pull himself together, then walked downstairs, following the sound of cooking utensils clattering against each other. Toto was puttering around the kitchen chopping lettuce, grilled chicken, and vegetables for salads. They both sat silently when Toto was done preparing two bowls and ate.

Notes:

For anyone curious here is the house: Meadowbank Lodge

Chapter 8: The Doctor

April 10th

Toto's House
Meadowbank Lodge, Earls Barton, Northampton, England

The sun had just barely cleared the horizon. Max smacked at his phone trying to stop the alarm from blaring. Normally he would have been halfway through his morning workout by 6 am, but he had just closed his eyes two hours previously after a night of tossing and turning. He stretched out on the plush bed until every joint popped or cracked. He could already feel a hum spreading out through his body from the lack of suppressant he had become accustomed to over the years of use. As time went on, he had been forced to inject himself more and more frequently as his body had adjusted his natural hormone levels to fight the medication. For the last year, he had been injecting himself every 48 hours. His last shot had been before the meeting in Paris.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and forced himself to get out of the bed. He quickly showered and dressed in comfortable clothing before making his way out of the room. Curiously, Max started trying all of the doors on the floor next to his room. He found a child’s playroom full of toys for Toto’s son, as well as the child’s bedroom, another guest room, and another bathroom. At the opposite side of the hallway from his room there was a glossy white double door and Max took a deep breath before slowly pushing on one of the handles. The door silently swung open and Max poked his head inside. It occurred to him that Toto could still be sleeping, but there was no noise coming from anywhere in the room. Max cautiously stepped in and turned to the right, finding himself in the middle of a large, meticulously organized dressing room. Crisp, white button downs emblazoned with the Mercedes logo took up an entire portion of the closet. Max rolled his eyes when he noticed that not a single shoe was out of place by even an inch. He couldn’t help but turn a few of the shoes backwards or nudge them slightly out of place. Max’s eyebrows both raised when he noticed that half of the closet seemed a bit empty. The buzzing in Max’s body was starting to turn to a deep ache radiating out from his core. He wandered out of the dressing room and peeked into the bathroom, scoffing at the fact it too was extremely well organized and spotless. The bed was tightly made and the sheets looked freshly pressed. A sudden sweeping feeling rushed through Max’s body and his vision started to blur a bit at the edges. He sat down on the bed and slammed his eyes shut tightly. After a few deep, gasping breaths, his head seemed to calm just a bit.

“It’s a comfortable bed, isn’t it?”

Max practically jumped out of his skin. He whipped his head around a bit too fast and his vision began to swim again. Toto instantly pushed off of the wall he was leaning against and snatched his water cup from the nightstand, forcing Max to take a few sips.

“I just felt a little light headed—“

“A doctor is coming to examine you in a couple of hours. You need to eat breakfast.”

“I was just light-headed! I barely got any sleep last night. I don’t need a doctor.”

Toto forced Max to take another sip of water.

“I’m sorry Max, but this isn’t negotiable. I need to take a shower. There are muffins and danishes downstairs on the kitchen table as well as some fruit in the fridge. Eat.”

With that, Toto rose and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. Max sighed and made his way down to the kitchen. He made himself a mug of black coffee and sat down at one of the kitchen stools, pulling out his phone to scroll idly through Instagram. He heard Toto pad into the kitchen behind him and didn’t even bother to look up.

“I believe I told you to eat.”

“Yeah.”

Toto grabbed a plate and placed a muffin on it and slid it across the table to Max who promptly rolled his eyes.

“Eat.”

Max went back to scrolling through his phone, alternating between picking at the muffin and sipping his coffee. After 10 minutes he had barely finished the top of the muffin and Toto was getting more and more agitated. Max could feel Toto’s eyes boring into him.

“What?”

“This is the fourth time I’ve asked you to eat. I’m not accustomed to asking someone to complete a task more than once.”

Max rolled his eyes again and took a large bite of the muffin begrudgingly.

“Happy”, Max asked.

“The doctor is coming at 11 am. Once you finish your muffin, the gym is through the entrance hall and sitting room on the right. If you don’t get your workouts in, Christian will have my head.”

Max chugged the last bit of his coffee and stood up from the stool.

“11 am. Got it.”

“Max, sit down and finish the muffin”, Toto ground out.

Pushing wasn’t going to get him very far, Max realized, so he sat back down and shoved the rest of the muffin in his mouth before making his way back to the guest room. Max changed and rushed down to the gym to get his workout done. He was halfway through a set on the weight bench when Toto entered the room. Toto gave an exasperated sigh before walking over to spot Max.

“You could have called me to spot you.”

“I don’t need you to spot me”, Max got out through labored breaths.

He finished the set and sat up watching Toto re-rack the weights.

“How much longer do you have on your workout? We need to finish our discussion from yesterday before the doctor gets here.”

Max walked over to the water cooler and sucked down the entire cup.

“Two hours.”

“It’s 8 am. Do another hour, shower and meet me in my office. You almost passed out this morning. Don’t push yourself.”

Toto took a seat on the stationary bike and watched as Max moved to the treadmill.

“Are you going to sit there and watch?”

“Yes, to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or try to lift without a spotter again.”

Max started up the machine and began his run trying to ignore Toto. After half an hour Toto noticed that Max’s relaxed face had turned into a wince and he was clutching his side. Toto was instantly up and at the treadmill, pushing the stop button and pulling Max off the machine.

“What the hell”, Max asked bending in half while he tried to catch his breath.

Toto put the back of his hand against Max’s forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine!”

“No, you’re not. Come with me.”

Toto dragged Max upstairs but instead of turning towards the guest room they headed towards the master suite’s bathroom. Toto closed the toilet lid and sat Max down while he messed with the taps on the soaking tub testing the water temperature four times before turning back to Max.

“Strip down.”

“You’re fucking insane if you think I’m going to get naked in front of you.”

“Either you’re going to be naked in two minutes or I will do it myself. Either way you’re getting in that bath and I will be supervising you. I understand modesty, but I don’t need you passing out and hitting your head in the shower.”

Max crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.

“One minute thirty seconds.”

Max was holding his ground until his vision started to blur and he swayed dangerously. He was exhausted and it felt like even his bones had begun to hurt. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the ground before kicking his sneakers off. Shakily Max stood and slid off his shorts and dumped them in the pile.

“I’m keeping my boxers.”

“Fine.”

Toto held out his hand which Max gratefully took. Max dipped one toe in and instantly pulled it out.

“It’s cold!”

“You’re burning up. We need to lower your body temperature. In. Now.”

Max sighed heavily and allowed Toto to help him into the cool water, hissing angrily. The water rose to Max’s chest, making him shiver. His boxers clung to his skin making him even more uncomfortable. Toto walked over to the shower, grabbing some shampoo, body wash, a cup, and a loofah before picking up a stool and setting it down next to the bathtub. Toto reached into the tub and wet his hand before dumping some of the shampoo out. Max began shivering.

“What? You’re going to wash me now?”

“Yes. Put your head back and wet your hair.”

Max chewed on the inside of his cheek and put his head back.

“Thank you.”

Toto carefully scrubbed the shampoo into Max’s scalp in circular motions.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m washing your hair.”

“Why?”

“I told you last night because you need help.”

Max tried desperately not to let the appreciative noise that was clawing its way up his throat escape. The strong massage felt heavenly.

“I don’t need your help. Why would you care anyways? I unseated your champion. You should be happy I won’t be there to rob Lewis of any more races.”

“Put your head back I’m going to rinse your hair.”

Max followed the instruction, allowing Toto to free all of the suds with his hand while pouring cups of water over Max’s head.

“Answer my question”, Max demanded.

“You’re a great driver, Max. As much as I hate watching you win I can’t watch you die.”

Max lifted his head when Toto was done and stared straight ahead at the wall. Toto grabbed the loofah and wet it before loading it up with soap. He held his hand out for Max’s arm and Max wordlessly obliged. Methodically Toto swiped the loofah over Max’s arms, back and chest before holding out a hand to help Max stand. Toto pulled the plug allowing the water to drain while he washed Max’s legs from the edge of his boxers to his toes. Toto reached across starting the tap again but left the drain open. He filled the cup and took his time rinsing Max’s body down before turning the water off again.

“Stay. I’ll grab you a towel.”

Max wrapped his arms around himself, shivering violently. Toto returned with a fluffy white towel.

“Can I at least dry myself?”

The towel was wrapped around Max’s shoulder and Toto offered a hand helping Max step out of the tub. Max wrapped himself up tightly and abruptly turned to head back to his room, grunting in annoyance when Toto turned to follow him.

“I can handle getting dressed by myself.”

“I am going to wait outside of the door.”

Max shuddered violently just before the guest room door and stumbled a bit until Toto steadied him at the waist. They both continued down the hall and into Max’s room.

“Thanks”, Max muttered.

“Leave the door cracked. Shout if you need help.”

Max nodded and Toto turned around pulling the door closed most of the way. Max pulled out a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and a new pair of boxer briefs. He peeled the soaking wet boxers off, quickly dried himself and redressed. When he opened the door, Toto was still there, standing guard. Toto led Max slowly back down the stairs and into his office, guiding him to one of the plush chairs. The rest of the house barely looked touched but Toto’s office was a flurry of papers and schematics. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the room and finally Max let out a genuine laugh.

“What’s funny”, Toto grumbled as he tried to sort his papers into neat piles.

Max shook his head and relaxed into the chair. He wasn’t sure if he was going crazy or if every seat in Toto’s house was just incredibly comfortable. Finally Toto gave up and sat down behind the desk. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a folder labeled MAX.

“Seriously? You have a folder on me?”

Toto cracked a smile and pulled out a sheet of paper.

“I have rules in this house. I’ve let you break them all since you arrived, but that ends today.”

Max sat up a little straighter.

“Of course there are rules. You’re very predictable, Toto.”

Toto slid the paper across the desk and sat back watching Max’s face change from annoyance to anger and back to annoyance as he read down the list.

 

HOUSE RULES

1. You will not do anything to endanger your health or wellbeing.
   a. Meals will be eaten 3 times a day.
   b. You will drink adequate water quantities throughout the day.
   c. Workouts will be supervised including any time spent in or around the pool.
2. Doors are to remain unlocked at all times.
3. You will be respectful.
   a. The use of curse words will not be directed at another person.
   b. Your tone shall remain respectful even when voicing opinions.
4. No drugs or alcohol that has not been approved shall be consumed.
5. Exiting the property without supervision or permission is not allowed.
6. The house is to be kept in order and you must clean up after yourself.
7. You will not ignore any direct orders.
8. You will communicate openly and answer questions when asked.
9. You will not lie.
10. A daily journal is to be kept in order to track side effects and mental condition

These rules are subject to alterations at the discretion of Toto Wolff.

 

Max put the list down on the desk and slid it back across to Toto.

“Direct orders?”

“Do you know what being an alpha means?”

“That you’re a pompous asshole that thinks he know everything?”

“No, Max. It means that I have heightened senses. I can smell the chemo-signals coming off your body. I can sense your moods and your needs.”

“So you think you know me and can boss me around because you can smell me?”

Toto shook his head, “Omegas are hormonally programmed to respond to the needs of others, which is why alphas are in tune with the needs of their omegas. We are here to balance you out and look after you.”

Max scoffed, “oh great here comes the programming bullshit. And what about the journal?”

“You’re going to keep a journal. Feel free to write it in your native tongue. Rest assured I would never invade your privacy by reading it.”

Toto opened one of the desk drawers and removed a small black notebook and slid it back across the table.

“And what if I don’t agree to this list of rules?”

“I have a duty of care. You have been entrusted to me by the FIA and I take the responsibility very seriously as I’ve said before.”

“I was not their property to give away.”

“You are not anyone’s property. I am only here to make sure you stay safe until your retirement at the end of the year. You can make this easy and follow ten simple rules or you can make this difficult for both of us.”

“Difficult? This is already difficult!”

“You think this is easy for me?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it’s easy for you! You love being in control! Is that why your wife left? Did you push that control a little too much and she left?”

An emotion flashed over Toto’s face that Max hadn’t seen since he had watched the replays of the season close the previous year. It was pure rage.

“Get out”, Toto said in a cold, dangerous low tone.

Max was glued to his chair watching Toto’s hands close into fists. Fear made his veins run cold. Jos had given Max that look many times and he braced himself for a stiff punch.

“I’m—“

Toto rose from his chair and stalked over to Max, gripping his upper arm tightly and yanking him up. Max was dragged out to the sitting room and pushed onto the couch.

“Wait here for Doctor Baker. She will be here in 15 minutes.”

And with that Toto returned to his office slamming the door behind himself. Max sat in the chair, picking at a pull in his sweatpants, shifting back and forth uncomfortably. He knew he had pushed Toto too far. Exactly 15 minutes later, Toto exited the office and walked right past Max, not even sparing him a look. Toto opened the front door and a pair of heels clacked against the hardwood floor of the entranceway.

“This way, Doctor Baker.”

Max listened intently, tracking them through the house and into the kitchen. He held his breath, straining to hear the conversation.

“Milk?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you have the documents I sent over?”

“Yes, although 50 million dollars as a penalty for an NDA seems excessive.”

Toto chuckled.

“You’ll understand soon enough.

The sound of a teacup being put back on a saucer rang out from the kitchen multiple times, making Max twitch impatiently.

“Everything is in order. This way.”

Max took a deep breath as the clack of the heels started to get louder. Toto entered the sitting room followed by a tall, brunette in a professional-looking black dress.

“Doctor Baker, this is Max.”

Max stood up and extended his hand for a handshake. The doctor’s bright blue eyes held curiosity as she shook Max’s hand firmly. The air of alpha poured off of her and Max began to chew the inside of his cheek again.

“Is there somewhere more private we can talk?”

Max opened his mouth to speak but Toto beat him, “you can speak in here.”

Doctor Baker turned back to Toto and shook her head.

“No, Mr. Wolff. From what little I’ve been told about this case, I need to speak to Max alone.”

Toto opened his mouth to protest, but it was Max who cut in this time, “we can speak in the guest room.”

Before Toto could launch another protest, Max started for the stairs, beckoning Doctor Baker to follow. Toto trudged up the stairs behind the doctor until they reached the guest room.

“Mr. Wolff, I insist you wait outside.”

Toto looked like he was going to start arguing again, but Max simply walked to the door and shut it directly in Toto’s face.

Doctor Baker let out a little laugh as Max stuck his tongue out at the door.

“It’s nice to meet you, Max. How about you sit on the bed? I have a few questions before I begin the exam.”

Doctor Baker sat down in a chair by the window and retrieved a notepad and pen from her bag. Max settled on the end of the bed and crossed his arms across his chest. Anxiety was building in the pit of his stomach.

“Ask away, Doc.”

“Date of birth?”

“30 September 1997.”

Doctor Baker started scribbling furiously.

“Gender and sex?”

“Male for both.”

“Height and weight?”

“181 cm and 71kg.”

“Sexual orientation?”

“Bisexual.”

“Orientation?”

Max grumbled out, “omega”.

Doctor Baker put her pen down for a moment and looked up at Max.

“The only briefing I was given on you, Max, is that you’ve been on suppressants for an extended amount of time and you are being weaned off of them. The questions I’m going to ask are simply to make my treatment more effective and to help your body transition back into its natural state. I’m not asking you to make you uncomfortable. How old were you when you presented as omega?”

“12-years-old.”

“When was your last heat?”

Max stood up and walked to the window farthest from where the doctor was sitting.

“I haven’t.”

“Pardon?”

“I’ve never had one.”

Max picked at his fingernail beds and stared out the window self-consciously.

“Max, you’re currently 25. That is 13 years without a heat.”

“Yes.”

Both Max and Doctor Baker were silent for a few minutes.

“I’m assuming it was a parent who supplied the suppressants at first, do you remember the name of the medication?”

“No, I got the injections once a month back then.”

“Did a doctor administer them?”

“No.”

“And I suppose you’re not going to tell me who did?”

“No.”

“Is it the same person supplying you now?”

“Yes.”

Max could not throw his father under the bus no matter how many NDAs had been signed. Doctor Baker cleared her throat.

“Can you sit back down please?”

Max ignored her.

“Max, you’re shaking. Please sit back down.”

It took a moment but Max tore himself away from the window and sat back on the end of the bed, training his eyes on the carpet.

“The medication is called Blockasis now, but I don’t know what it was back then.”

He peeked up at the doctor who nodded and continued her notes.

“How often do you inject yourself?”

“Every two days or so.”

Doctor Baker stayed silent long enough that Max had to look up at her again. The doctor had her eyes closed and was rubbing at her temple.

“How long have you been off of the suppressants now?”

“The last shot I took was on the 7th.”

“Morning, afternoon or evening?”

“Morning.”

“Have you been experiencing any side effects since stopping?”

“I’ve felt light headed and some shaking.”

“What about side effects while you were on the suppressants?”

“Headaches, occasional nose bleeds. Nothing too serious.”

Doctor Baker stood up and placed her pad on the chair, walking towards Max with her bag in hand.

“I’m going to take your vitals and some blood.”

She placed the bag on the bed and pulled out her equipment. After taking his temperature, blood pressure, and pulse, she jotted them down and quickly drew six vials of blood from his arm. Doctor Baker spent several long moments with her stethoscope pressed to Max’s chest and asking him to take deep breaths.

“Your temperature, blood pressure, heart rate and pulse are all elevated. Your chest and lungs sound clear, which is a good sign. We will have to wait for the blood work to return before we have answers.”

“Answers about what?”

Doctor Baker sat back down and pursed her lips.

“Do you understand what suppressants do to your body, Max?”

“They block hormones.”

“Yes, but it’s more than that. It inhibits your body’s natural processes. The suppressants shut down more than just hormones. They can also affect your serotonin, adrenaline, and cortisol levels. Do you ever have bouts of anger or uncontrolled rage?”

“I have a temper”, Max muttered.

“Max, I’m here to treat you, not to lecture you, but I need to impart how serious your case could be. I am an expert on suppressant abuse and even I haven’t seen a case that has gone on as long as yours. It’s a miracle your body hasn’t shut down.”

His temper began to simmer up to the surface, “what do you want me to say?”

“I want you to express a hint of concern for your health and safety!”

Doctor Baker was starting to show her exasperation, and Max knew he was being rude. It was silent for a moment while they stared at each other.

“Sorry.”

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“How long does it take to detox?”

Doctor Baker began packing up her items.

“The blood work will take a couple of days. It should give me a better idea of your hormone levels. I will be back for a physical exam as soon as I receive the results. In the meantime, here is my card. I will be calling to check in with you tonight as well as tomorrow.”

She handed Max her card and quickly left the room almost tripping over Toto’s foot.

“Mr. Wolff, I need to speak to you privately.”

Toto nodded and turned around to lead the way to his office. A slew of emotions rolled through Max’s body like waves, but he settled on the familiar fire of anger. He raced down the stairs and ran to the office door. He tried to rip the door open, but found it locked. He couldn’t hear anything through the thick wood so he decided to start kicking at the door. After his foot landed solidly a third time, the door finally swung open, revealing a very exacerbated Toto.

“Max, enough!”

“No! You are talking about me and my body! You don’t get to lock me out of the conversation. Especially because your stupid fucking rules say no locking the doors!”

“Max”, Toto ground out.

“No! You can’t fucking do this.”

“Max!”

“NO!”

Max could feel his temperature start to rise as his frustration came to a peak.

“Max, calm down.”

“NO! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! NO!”

Toto gave a surprised huff when Max placed both hands on the German’s solid chest and pushed. In a flurry of motion, Toto grabbed Max by the wrists, spinning him until Max’s back collided with the wall. Max kept trying to flail, but Toto was not relenting, pinning both wrists to the wall.

“Calm down!”

“NO! LET GO!”

Max’s anger was quickly turning to panic. His vision began to turn fuzzy and his heart was pounding. He gasped for air but everything had already started to fade out. Toto swore loudly as Max went completely limp and passed out. He carefully scooped Max up and carried him over to the couch, looking back at Doctor Baker. She was already pulling items out of her bag and rushing over to Max.

Chapter 9: Heat

April 11th

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max’s head pounded angrily. He pulled the sheets up over his head and groaned in pain. The events of the day before flashed through his mind and he groaned again, rolling onto his side and curling up as tightly as he could. The vision of waking up to Toto Wolff pressing a damp washcloth to the back of his neck while Doctor Baker stood over him with her stethoscope pressed to his bare chest flashed and he let out another loud groan. He had spent the rest of the day in bed working on his laptop while Toto did the same from the corner of the room. They barely had spoken a word to each other.

“What hurts?”

Max shot up and ripped the sheets off of his face, but he had moved too fast. His head gave another painful throb and he flopped back down onto the plush mattress.

“Head.”

Toto sat down on the edge of the bed. Two small pills and a bottle of water were shoved into Max’s hand and he wordlessly took them and chugged the rest of the bottle of water. He closed his eyes again and rubbed his temples. Toto reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a small plate that was loaded with a muffin and fruit.

“Eat. I am going to shower. Stay in bed”, and with that Toto swept out of the room.

Max’s first instinct was to immediately stand in defiance of a direct order, but he was exhausted. He settled back down under the sheets and waited for the medicine to work. Toto returned twenty minutes later in fresh clothes and sat back down on the bed with a heavy sigh. He faced the window and stared blankly out onto the grounds.

“Max, I need you to take some breaths and stay calm”, Toto looked at Max pointedly until he nodded. “I have to deliver some news that will upset you. When Doctor Baker spoke to me in my office, she was raising a concern. In the next 24 hours you will most likely go into your first heat.”

Max’s heart sank to his feet.

“What?”

“Your body is coming down from the blockers and it may try to make up lost time. There are medications, but given your current state you cannot take them. Your fainting has concerned her greatly.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Panic was creeping into Max’s voice and Toto clenched his hands tightly. Toto wanted nothing more than to comfort the omega, but he knew he couldn’t push. Imposing himself in any way would just be making the situation worse.

“I have ordered some physical aids which should be here today.”

“Physical aids?”

“Yes, items to help you through your heat.”

Max had to laugh incredulously at the idea of the staunch, serious Toto Wolff shopping for sex toys.

“A dildo. You ordered me a dildo?”

“Max—”

Max scoffed and rolled away from Toto wishing the bed would swallow him up. He was hours away from his heat and the presence of an alpha was starting to make his skin itch. He had experienced what Google had called a “phantom heat” a few times over the years, but an emergency shot of blockers and a couple sleeping pills had usually taken him out for long enough for his body to cool down.

“Give me the bottle of Seroquel you took and leave.”

“No. Dr Baker was concerned about how much of that you’ve been taking as well. Your body needs to experience a heat.”

The vein in Toto’s neck started to bulge as his alpha side roared at the thought of how severely Max had been hurting himself.

“Why? So I can practice laying down and taking it like a good little omega?”

“Max, I am not arguing with you. Try to sleep some more.”

Toto stood up and left the room in a hurry. His body could sense the pheromones that were pouring off of Max and he could feel his alpha side beginning to react. The furthest room in the house was his office so he shut the door tightly and took deep breaths until he felt calm enough to answer emails. When the courier showed up with multiple large boxes, Toto hurriedly signed the slip and took his time carrying them up the stairs and stacking them outside of Max’s room. Toto knocked lightly on the door and when he didn’t receive an answer, he hurried through the door, worried that Max had passed out again. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the shower running. While he was a bit annoyed at being disobeyed yet again, he knew time was limited and got to work. He unpacked the boxes and assembled the one item that required it. Toto heard the shower turning off just as he was finishing.

“Fuck!”

Max stood in the bathroom doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He backpedalled and slammed the door shut. Toto bared his teeth when he heard the click of the lock on the door.

“I am leaving for a moment. I will be back with water and some protein bars, then I will leave you alone.”

Toto set up the hydration and snacks on the nightstand and walked over to the door.

“Max, I’m leaving. I will be in the house if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Max was standing at the sink gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles were white. The smell of alpha was permeating through the door and Max could feel his hole clench miserably. Max had never let anyone touch him outside of kisses for the press. He could hear the door shut and he let out a sigh of relief. His cock was already at full mast and he needed to get it out of his system. Max sprawled out on the bed and threw his towel to the side. The cool air felt nice on his heated skin and he ran his fingers down his abs gripping his cock tightly and pumping quickly. Masterbating had always just been the means to an end for Max to settle both his mind and body and he soon found himself shooting onto his stomach.

“Fuck.”

His cock seemed to get even harder and his skin was getting tighter every moment. Max ran his fingers lower, passing over his hole and finding it leaking slick. He couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure that forced its way out when he dipped the tip of his finger into his asshole. The stretch of one finger turned to two, then three. Max bit into his left forearm, trying desperately to keep his whimpering at bay. Before he could slip a fourth finger into his clenching hole he was spilling over his stomach again. The orgasm had felt nice, but it didn’t feel like enough. Max lay there trying to catch his breath. He used the towel to wipe up his mess and sucked down an entire water bottle. His cock bobbed against his stomach demanding more attention.

Max pushed his fingers back into his hole, slowly stroking over his rim. It felt amazing, but his brain was screaming for more. He looked over to the table where the assortment of sex toys were spread out and burst out laughing when he noticed the fucking machine sitting on the floor with a dildo already lolling off the end. On shaky legs, Max crossed the room to look at the display. He had watched enough porn to recognized all of the toys and he ran his fingers over the nipple clamps. The cold air had made his nipples hard pebbles and he experimentally pinched at both nubs. Max had to grab the edge of the table as his knees threatened to give out. He grabbed the clamps and sat down on the floor. Max slowly closed the clamp on his nipple.

“Oh fuck”, Max moaned as the pain coursed through his body.

He arched his back, which only made the clamp move and send shocks through his body. When he caught his breath and steadied his shaking limbs he attached the other clamp setting off the chain reaction again as his cock and his hole both leaked onto the plush carpeting. He lay back on the ground and clutched at his cock. His free hand grabbed on to the closest thing to anchor himself as he worked his over sensitive cock. He looked up to see his hand wrapped around the dildo attached to the fucking machine and chuckled. Max wasn’t sure why, but he flipped over hissing as every movement jostled the clamps. Once on his hands and knees Max crawled closer to the fake penis and experimentally licked at the silicon cringing at the taste. He wrapped his lips around the head and slowly sank a few inches. The weight on his tongue felt heavenly, but when he pressed further down the length his body convulsed in a fit of gagging. He backed off the dildo to breathe as his nipples throbbed angrily at the jostling.

The stubborn streak in Max’s brain flared up angrily and he tried again, forcing himself to swallow and breathe calmly through his nose. Inch by inch he worked his mouth down until his chin rested against the fake balls. Drool dripped down his chin as his head swam from a lack of oxygen. He pulled back releasing the dildo with a wet pop. Max dove back in sucking and laving his tongue over the bulbous head while one hand traveled back down to his hole. He barely got the second finger in before he was cumming again. Every orgasm gave him only seconds of relief before his body began to start screaming again for release. He had never felt so miserable after an orgasm. He could feel his hole fluttering. He dropped the cock from his mouth and turned around lining the dildo up to his aching, dripping hole.

It took Max a few minutes to find and figure out the remote, but when he turned the dial the dildo slowly pushed forward. He stared down at the floor panting as his hole was stretched wide. Every nerve ending in his body felt like they were on fire as the dildo sank in deeper and deeper. Once the dildo was fully buried in Max’s ass he turned the machine off and tried to breathe through the rush of emotions that flared through his body. It felt as if a deep-seated itch was finally being scratched. Max couldn’t let his brain dwell on the fact that his body was practically singing at the sensation of being full. He snatched up the remote and set the thrusting speed to the lowest one possible. The sounds of the machine were lost in Max’s constant stream of moans. The slow drag of the silicone against his walls wasn’t enough. He needed to be pounded into oblivion. Max pushed the machine up two more notches, keening and whining. His arms wobbled dangerously as another orgasm ripped through his body. Max growled in frustration as his cock still ached and refused to wilt. He pushed the machine up another notch, but it wasn’t enough. Max sunk to his elbows and pushed his ass even further back. Sweat dripped down his brow as he experimented with meeting the thrusts of the dildo. Max growled again and grabbed the leg of the table trying to get more leverage, but the moment Max pulled the entire table toppled over onto the floor with a loud crash.

Toto sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when the increasingly desperate sounding noises floated down the stairs. He could smell the sweat, slick and heat permeating his every nerve. His alpha was begging him to climb the stairs, but Toto was determined. He would not take advantage. Toto was considering locking himself in his office when he heard the crash. He was at the door to Max’s room before he could even consider consequences. The door swung open and Toto had to hold back a moan when he saw Max with his ass in the air being rammed mercilessly by the dildo. The omega’s hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and he looked like a wreck. Max’s head perked up at the scent of alpha and his omega practically keened at the sight of Toto Wolff. The tight jeans Toto had on did nothing to hide the fact that he was painfully hard and Max’s mouth watered. It took Max only a second to decide what he wanted and quickly crawled to Toto’s feet beginning to mouth at Toto’s cock through the jeans. Toto dug his fingers into Max’s hair and pulled the omega back.

“Fuck Max.”

“You’re going to”, Max ground out trying to free himself from Toto’s tight grip.

“Max!”

“Toto!”

“Max, look at me!”

Max looked up while his hands reached out, pawing at the button of Toto’s jeans.

“Need to—“

Toto’s voice slipped down two octaves, “put your hands behind your back, Max. Now!”

Max shuddered and clutched his hands behind his back. They locked eyes for a long moment. Toto placed a gentle hand under Max’s chin, studying the young omega. Max’s brain was flooded with need and scent and Alpha. His body burned to be touched and handled and fucked. He could feel his pulse racing and his hands twitching. In that moment all of the hate for the Alpha seeped from his bones. He needed to be held by those strong arms and split open by the seemingly large cock.

“Toto, need you.”

Toto sucked in a sharp breath. His human brain knew he should run, but his Alpha instincts were overriding all of his senses. He ran a finger over Max’s pulse point as his eyes drifted down the naked body shamelessly on display. Max’s cock looked painfully swollen and red.

“How many times have you orgasmed?”

Toto had enough experience to know that Max’s omega was completely overwhelmed. No matter how many orgasms Max ripped from his own body, the other thing that would settle the omega was a knot.

“I don’t know. Need more.”

Toto looked over to the nightstand to see only one bottle of water missing and the snacks untouched. He frowned and untangled his hand from Max’s hair, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the side. Toto’s cock throbbed at the prospect of waiting even a minute more but the caretaker side won out.

“Come here.”

Max tripped over himself crawling over to kneel between Toto’s legs, training his eyes on the wet spot his tongue had left on the jeans. Toto grabbed a power bar and opened it, pulling off a small piece before pressing it to Max’s lips. Max shook his head, dislodging the piece from Toto’s grip, and tried to surge forward again. Toto managed to catch Max by the hair again, making the boy whimper in pain.

“Don’t need it.”

“You are going to eat this power bar and drink two bottles of water or I will leave you here hard and wanting. Put your ass against your heels and place your hands palm up on your thighs.”

Toto released Max again looking down expectantly while he ripped another piece off the bar. It took Max a moment while his omega side and his libido went to war, but he let out a huff and leaned back placing his hands on his thighs.

“Palms up, Max.”

Max rolled his eyes but followed the direction.

“Spread your legs and straighten your back.”

Toto had to keep his smile at bay as Max shifted his legs as wide as he could. Slowly Toto fed Max every bite of the power bar, making sure he chewed and swallowed every bit.

“Now?”

“Pick up the bite I dropped.”

“Seriously?”

Max rolled his eyes again and went to lift his hand from his thigh.

“I did not tell you to move your hands.”

The dominance in Toto’s tone and words made Max’s hole drip onto the carpet. Toto couldn’t hide his smile as Max scooted backwards and leaned down, keeping his hands planted on his thighs. He picked up the dropped piece of power bar and quickly swallowed it down, shuffling forward again. Toto ran his hand through Max’s hair gently chuckling at the rumbling purr.

“Water.”

Slowly Toto tipped sip after sip of water into Max’s waiting mouth. Max was desperately squirming by the time the second bottle was empty as his cock throbbed desperate for friction.

“Stand.”

Max’s knees ached as he slowly made his way to his feet and tried to lean forward to capture Toto’s lips but a hand in his hair stopped him again.

“TOTO!”

Toto instantly rose to his feet, making Max stumble backwards.

“You do not raise your voice to me. Ever! Put your hands on the back of your neck. If you cannot listen, I will fetch my riding crop and I will mark you until you can listen for more than two seconds. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

Max shuddered when Toto placed his hands on Max’s biceps. Toto pushed Max’s elbows back until his chest puffed out.

“Stay still.”

Toto’s hands trailed over Max’s collar bones and down to the nipple clamps.

“They hurt.”

After a quick nod, Toto quickly released the clamps. Max’s brain short circuited as his nipples, which had gone numb, flamed to life angrily.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Stay still”, Toto reminded him.

Max whimpered desperately and stomped his foot down on the carpet. He wanted nothing more than to rub at his sore nubs until the tingling stopped. Toto ghosted his thumbs over Max’s nipples watching Max shudder uncontrollably. Max hissed and whined when Toto leaned forward licking at first the left than the right.

“You’re going to be good for me?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.”

Toto nodded and sat back down on the bed.

“Grab one of the dildos and come here.”

Max wanted to whine in protest that he needed the real thing, but he took a deep breath, retrieved one and presented Toto with the silicone phallus.

“Turn around and bend over with your legs spread.”

It was hard to hold his balance with his hands still laced together behind his neck, but he managed. Max’s cheeks naturally parted a bit as he bent forward and Toto couldn’t resist reaching forward to spread the lily white cheeks. Max’s slick ran like a river out of his hole.

“Reach backwards. Hold yourself open for me.”

Max eagerly complied. Toto licked his lips and began exploring the quivering hole with his tongue. Max wobbled dangerously again. Toto eagerly slurped at the slick that was dripping down Max’s balls.

“Need—“

“No.”

“Toto!”

Toto leaned back and slapped both hands onto the backs of Max’s lily white thighs leaving behind two pink hand prints.

“OW!”

“I will give you what you need when I am ready.”

Max gritted his teeth, clenching his hands tighter; Toto was not leaving room for argument. Toto dove back in shoving his tongue as far in as possible.

“P-p-please”, Max stuttered.

Toto smiled and leaned back again, running his finger over Max’s hole.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

An exasperated huff left Toto’s mouth as he grabbed Max by the elbow and yanked the smaller man over his lap. Max immediately reached back trying to protect himself, but Toto caught him by the wrist and pinned it to the base of Max’s back effortlessly. Toto wasted no time letting his free hand fly into Max’s ass, slapping every inch of the skin he could reach.

“Ow! Ouch! Stop! Fuck!”

“You still forget your manners, little one.”

The term of endearment made Max bristle unhappily.

“Fuck you.”

Toto just shook his head and let his hand crash into Max’s ass again. The steady sounds of slaps and gasps of pain filled the room. Max could feel the sting and heat igniting every nerve ending. Having a high pain tolerance was a necessary quality for F1 drivers, but the humiliation of being spanked made tears prick at Max’s eyes. Toto watched as Max’s skin changed from white to pink to an angry red shade. His hand was beginning to hurt when Max finally broke.

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

Toto paused resting his hand on the heated skin.

“Sorry for what, little one?”

Max bit down on his angry retort to the nickname.

“Sorry for my attitude, Sir.”

“Good. Now are you ready to ask for what you want?”

“Please fuck me, Sir”, Max muttered hanging his head lower.

Toto slapped Max’s ass again as hard as he could making Max howl in pain and shudder.

“Louder.”

“Please fuck me, Sir.”

Max panted, hanging limply as Toto rubbed at the sore skin. His ass stung but with every deep breath he was becoming more aware of how hard his cock had remained. He couldn’t help himself. Max humped into Toto’s leg only twice before he came against the rough material of Toto’s jeans. It took Toto a moment to compose himself. The sight of Max with a freshly spanked ass wiggling and squirming to get relief was the sexiest thing Toto had ever seen.

“On your knees.”

Toto released Max’s wrist and smiled as the young omega instantly returned to his previous position with his knees spread, back straight and hands palms up on his thighs. Max hissed as his heel hit his sore ass and focused his eyes on Toto’s crotch again.

“Please, Sir.”

Toto ignored Max and walked over to the table grabbing a cock ring. He grabbed the dildo from the bed and knelt behind Max. Toto gently nudged Max forward towards the side of the bed and pushed his feet out until Max’s ass was almost touching the floor. He pushed Max forward and eased Max back slowly, holding in his moans as he watched Max’s hole swallow every inch of the dildo. Max felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as his hole stretched to accommodate the toy. Toto reached around and gripped Max’s cock tightly placing his lips just below Max’s ear.

“You will not cum without permission again.”

Max whimpered and snapped his eyes shut. The tiniest bit of friction would have set him off again.

“Please, Sir.”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir! Please.”

Toto carefully slid the silicone ring onto the base of Max’s cock eliciting another needy whine. Toto stood and moved to stand between Max and the bed.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

Max moaned when he realized that leaning forward to lick at the cum drying on Toto’s jeans made the dildo slide out of his ass a few inches. The drag of hard silicone made his eyes roll back again. Toto tapped on Max’s cheek and pointedly looked at the cum stain. Max got to work licking at the spot and sucking every drop he could out of the material. When Toto was satisfied he gripped Max’s hair and pulled him back again. Toto unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans sliding them down just enough to pull his aching cock out. Max’s mouth watered at the sight of Toto’s hard cock. Toto didn’t need to say anything before Max was engulfing the tip between his lips. Max enthusiastically tried to take the whole thing down his throat, but he only made it halfway down Toto’s ten inches before his gag reflex reacted. The gagging around his sensitive cock made Toto bite his lip. He pulled Max back by the hair again.

“Easy, little one.”

“Please, Sir! Please. Need you.”

Max bounced on the fake penis in his hole desperately trying to scratch the itch inside of him that he hadn’t been able to reach all day. The desperate keening noises made Toto’s alpha beam with pride. He let Max bob enthusiastically experimenting with his tongue pressing his body between Toto and the fake cock.

“On the bed.”

In his rush to follow the command, the dildo popped out of Max’s hole, catching the rim and making Max’s knees give out. Toto chuckled and stood, picking Max up and placing him face down on the bed. Toto positioned Max in the center with his head resting on a pillow and his ass high in the air before ripping his clothes off and flinging them across the room.

“Hands behind your back.”

Max quickly clutched his hands at the base of his back and Toto gripped both wrists in one large hand. He used his grip on Max’s hands to pull the omega back onto his cock.

Max let out a long, low, “fuuuuuuck.”

Toto didn’t stop until his balls rested against Max’s. Max’s breath came out in short, rough pants as his body struggled to adjust. Toto waited until Max’s breathing evened out before pulling out until only the head remained inside and slowly sinking back in.

“So tight.”

“Harder, Sir.”

Toto chuckled and decided he couldn’t resist. He used his grip on Max’s wrists to slam into the wet, waiting hole knocking the breath back out of Max’s body.

“Is this what you want, little one? You want me to fuck you hard and use you up?”

Max whimpered and clenched his hole around Toto’s cock.

“Yes, Sir.”

Toto set a brutal and punishing pace pulling Max’s body back into hard, sharp thrusts without any pause. Max spread his knees further apart and dipped his back, letting out a stream of moans and profanity. Toto dug his nails into Max’s wrist and growled loudly as his knot began to swell. His cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into Max’s hole. Max whimpered when Toto released his wrists and flipped them over. Toto sat against the headboard and settled Max down on his lap.

“Hurts.”

“I know, little one. Hold on.”

Toto was aware of every movement tugging at Max’s rim, making the omega whimper desperately. They sat there chest to back while Toto’s cock finished emptying his balls.

“Hurts”, Max repeated resting his head back against Toto’s broad shoulder.

Toto scratched his thumbnail over Max’s nipple making Max shout and jump. Every movement only pulled at Max’s sore, stretched rim filling the room with whines and mumbled pleas. Toto couldn’t help but torture the red nubs rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

“Please! Please please please—“

Max couldn’t even put his finger on what he was begging for, but he could stop himself. Toto reached down to the cock ring and gently eased it off. He wrapped his hand around Max’s sensitive cock and pumped it once before gripping the base tightly. He could feel Max starting to shake uncontrollably and he knew he couldn’t drag it out as long as he wanted to, but watching Max fall to pieces was intoxicating. Toto ran his tongue over Max’s pulse point relishing the taste of Max’s sweat and skin. Toto pumped Max twice more before gripping the base again. Max was incoherently babbling.

“Cum for me, little one.”

Max’s body arched as much as the anchor of Toto’s cock would allow and shot cum all over his chest and stomach. Max fell bonelessly against Toto’s chest.

Toto leaned down and nipped at Max’s neck, “one more.”

“C-c-can’t.”

“You will.”

Toto began pumping at Max’s cock again twisting his wrist toward the head and flicking Max’s nipple with the other hand. Max’s eyes snapped shut as his entire body convulsed. He came again, letting out a horse scream that was a mix of pleasure and pain. Toto milked every drop out and rested his head back against the headboard with a smile on his face. Panic zinged through Toto’s body when he felt Max go completely limp, but a soft snore escaped Max’s mouth and he smiled.

Chapter 10: Round Two

April 12th

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max was slow to wake up, but when he felt a large, possessive arm wrapped around his chest, he panicked, stumbling out of the bed. Toto sat up in the bed and scrubbed his hands over his face. They had fallen asleep wrapped together. Max could feel his entire body ache angrily. He wanted to lay back down and sleep, but Toto was sitting up in the bed studying him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

Toto nodded once and grabbed a bottle of water off the nightstand and chugged every drop before throwing a full bottle towards Max.

“Brush your teeth and meet me in my room.”

Max bit down on the inside of his cheek and watched Toto confidently stand up completely naked and stride out of the room. Max’s hole shuddered at the sight of Toto’s soft cock swaying. He took his time brushing his teeth and running a comb through his hair. Every muscle in Max’s body felt sore. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. It felt like his entire world had shifted off kilter. He felt different. Max realized that the sharp edges he had lived with for years had softened overnight. His head was filled with a sense of calmness that he had never known, which made Max feel even uneasier. The heavy anxiety of hiding his orientation was not constantly dragging him down for the first time in years.

Max splashed cold water on his face and scrubbed at his eyes trying to banish the thoughts that started popping into his head. He could hear Jos’ angry voice starting to creep back into his mind. A gentle knock came from the door, making Max shout in shock. Toto pushed the door open gently.

“Sorry”, Max grumbled out.

Toto crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame looking effortlessly comfortable. The urge to either punch or kiss Toto’s smug face rose in Max. Max gripped the edge of the sink and sucked in a shaky breath. His heat was still fresh and seeing Toto’s bare chest with just a pair of sleep pants hung low on the German’s hips was making Max itchy again. Toto stepped forward, placing his hands on the counter outside of Max, boxing the smaller man in. Max froze, his entire body going stiff. He could feel Toto’s cock through the thin material of the pants resting against his ass.

“We both need a shower and breakfast. I need to make sure you’re not injured.”

“I’m fine.”

Toto huffed out a chuckle and reached a hand up cradling Max’s chin delicately. Max let out a shocked gasp as Toto turned his head to the side and licked a fat stripe from Max’s collarbone to jaw.

“You need another knot. I can smell it and I will give it to you after we eat breakfast and shower.”

Max huffed in frustration at the thought of Toto being able to know his body so well in such a short amount of time. His omega side wanted nothing more than to bend to every whim of the alpha, but Max’s brat side reared its angry head. In the blink of an eye Max turned around capturing Toto’s mouth in a kiss and reached down gripping Toto’s cock through his pants.

“I need another knot or you are just desperate for me, Toto?”

Toto groaned at the teasingly soft grip of Max’s hand letting his guard down for only a moment. Max saw his opportunity and hopped onto the counter wrapping his legs around Toto’s waist and dragging the alpha close enough that Max could latch his mouth onto the side of Toto’s neck. Toto panted into Max’s ear as Max sucked on Toto’s neck then grazed his teeth over the sensitive spot.

“Max, breakfast and shower first.”

“Toto, fuck me.”

Max used his legs to drag Toto closer and humped his hips up pressing his cock into Toto’s stomach. Toto reached down grabbing Max’s cock and squeezing the base tightly until Max’s movements stopped. Toto captured Max’s mouth in a kiss, then pulled back grabbing Max under each thigh and lifting the omega. Toto kept Max’s mouth occupied while he walked them both over to the bed before dropping Max down on the soft surface.

“Pull your knees up to your chest and hold them there.”

Max beamed up at the ceiling, wrapping his hands around the backs of his knees, leaving himself exposed. Toto walked back over to the table of toys and returned a moment later, setting a couple of items down just outside of Max’s line of sight.

“Already ready for me?”

Max responded with a moan as he felt slick drip down his crack. Toto climbed onto the bed and placed his hands on Max’s thighs and rubbed the soft skin. Goose bumps rose over every inch of Max’s skin as his cock twitched eagerly. Toto bent down tonguing at the head of Max’s cock. Moan and whines of pleasure filled the room as Toto sucked Max’s length down. Max couldn’t help but release his legs, digging his fingers into Toto’s hair.

“Oh fuck yes.”

Toto instantly rose and grabbed Max’s hands putting them back into position. Toto’s eyebrows furrowed and he glared down angrily.

“When I tell you to put your hands somewhere you will keep them there.”

Max nodded and gripped his legs tighter, yanking his knees even higher.

“Yes. Yes, Sir. I will. Don’t stop!”

“I was going to give in and give you an orgasm before breakfast but you just can’t help yourself. Disobedient little brat. We’ll fix that.”

Fear crept up Max’s spine. A shocked noise escaped Max’s mouth when a blunt, cold object began to press against his hole. He looked down to see a large metal plug in Toto’s hand. Toto slowly and carefully worked the plug in and out of Max’s hole, letting it sink deeper and deeper on every thrust until the flared base popped in and settled. The plug stretched him, but it wasn’t enough. Max needed more. Max was just about to complain when Toto grasped at Max’s cock again. He looked down and growled when he saw what was in Toto’s hand.

“NO!”

Toto slapped the back of Max’s thigh harshly.

“Stop squirming.”

Max squealed when Toto slapped at his thighs again and again. When Toto was satisfied with the shade of pink Max’s thighs had turned he grabbed at Max’s cock again fitting the cock ring back onto Max’s pulsing member. Max hadn’t realized that the ring Toto had grabbed was slightly different from the one from the night before, and almost jumped off the bed when Toto grasped at Max’s balls, pulling them into their ring. Max shifted left and right trying to wrap his brain around the tight, choked feeling the rings were eliciting. Toto gave Max a moment to breathe before revealing the last thing he had grabbed, a set of clamps. Max dropped his head back onto the bed holding in a scream of frustration. If the ring hadn’t been choking off his orgasm Max would have cum at the sight.

“Release your legs and stand up.”

It took Max a few moments of gasping and shifting before he could get his feet on the ground. Toto sat on the edge of the bed pulling Max between his legs.

“Toto, please, Sir.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg. Keep your hands by your side and push your chest out.”

A blush tinted Max’s cheeks as he stared straight ahead at the wall. Toto pinched and tugged at Max’s nipples until they were hard enough and held the clamp up to Max’s sensitive little nub.

“P-p-please.”

“You liked them so much last night. Are you asking me to put them on or not to?”

Max whimpered as his brain grappled with the answer and the ramifications of that answer. He shifted from leg to leg uncertainly. Toto slapped the outside of Max’s thigh sharply.

“Ow!”

“Answer me.”

“On!”

Toto smiled and flicked at the right nipple relishing the grunting noise Max made in response.

“Beg me.”

Max’s eyebrows flew up as he looked down at Toto in shock. Five more hard slaps landed to the outsides of Max’s thighs.

“Please. Please put the clamps on me, Sir.”

Toto smiled and quickly attached both clamps watching Max groan and shudder. Just as Max caught his breath, Toto started to tug at the clamps and flick at the ends.

“Oh fuck. Fuck! Ow!”

Max dug his nails into the sides of his thighs trying desperately to keep still as Toto toyed with him. When Toto grew bored, he finally stood and captured Max’s mouth in a hungry kiss.

“Good boy.”

Every step sent Max’s brain into another tailspin as his cock bobbed making his hole clench around the plug. Max kept a white knuckled grip on the banister as he made his way down the stairs behind Toto, who whistled an upbeat tune. The urge to punch Toto came back to the front of Max’s mind. When they made it to the kitchen, Toto gestured to one of the stools and Max sat with a long hiss as the plug pushed in even deeper. Max made quick work of the food Toto put down in front of him and chugged another bottle of water. When his plate was clean, he looked over at Toto expectantly, letting out a frustrated noise when he saw that Toto was lazily sipping at his coffee and hadn’t even touched his breakfast yet.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

Max growled at the nickname, “stop calling me that.”

Toto turned to Max, grabbing his chin, forcing Max to meet his eyes.

“I will call you whatever I want and you will wait patiently and silently for me to be done.”

Max took a deep breath and nodded meeting Toto’s deep gaze. Toto returned to his meal silently. By the time Toto had finished, Max was squirming all over the stool, trying to get any form of relief. His nipples had gone numb but any time he moved too quickly the pins and needles returned. He could feel slick leaking out around the plug and his cock was angrily throbbing at being restricted.

“Come with me.”

Toto led them both to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and turned on the shower, making Max whine in disappointment.

“Hands behind your head.”

Toto slowly removed the clamps, not even waiting for Max to finish gasping before pushing the omega to bend over with his face pressed into the cool marble counter of the sink. Max groaned as Toto slowly worked the plug free of his hole. Excitement pulsed through Max’s body when two of Toto’s fingers pushed inside roughly. Toto couldn’t help but smile as he inspected Max’s puffy, sore hole. He leaned forward licking up some of the slick that had escaped.

“Such a greedy little hole.”

Toto slipped another finger in effortlessly. When Max’s knees began to shake, Toto quickly slid his fingers out and adjusted the temperature before guiding Max into the steaming jet of water. Toto made quick work of washing both of their bodies while Max stood awkwardly waiting for instructions. Max had to grab the built in shower shelf when Toto washed off his cock and balls.

“Sir! Sir, please! Need to cum.”

Agonizingly slow strokes weren’t enough for Max and he continued to beg.

“For the rest of today you will only be cumming with my cock in your hole.”

Max breathed through his teeth, keeping a solid grip on the shelf, willing his knees to stop shuddering. Toto decided he had teased enough and finally shut off the water. They both toweled off and Toto led them to his bedroom. Toto sat in the center of the bed and crooked a finger at Max who eagerly climbed up kneeling at Toto’s side. Toto ghosted his fingers over Max’s nipples which were still puffy and sore, earning another shudder.

“P-p-please—“

Toto pinched a nipple and tugged, dragging Max forward until he was sprawled over Toto’s lap face down. Toto reached down, massaging Max’s cheeks with rough hands, spreading them and jiggling them.

“You were a brat this morning.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Toto landed a hard slap to each cheek and started massaging again.

“You’re going to be sorry and for the rest of the day you’re going to be a very good boy or I will bruise your ass until you are.”

Max shuddered hard as his cock twitched painfully.

“Please, Sir. I’ll be good.”

“You will.”

Toto shoved two fingers into Max’s hole pumping them in and out rapidly until Max was moaning incoherent pleas. Max dug his hands into the sheets gripping until his knuckles were white. Tears pricked at Max’s eyes. Toto slipped his fingers free and landed five more hard slaps.

“Please!”

Toto chuckled and buried his fingers again giving Max just enough before withdrawing and landing several more hard spanks. Sweat was starting to build up on Max’s skin.

“Kneel for me.”

Max’s arms shook violently as he lifted himself to kneel again. He dug his nails into his thighs as Toto rolled off the bed and went over to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room.

“Close your eyes.”

Max snapped his eyes shut tight but he couldn’t help peeking when he heard Toto start dropping items on the nightstand. Max squeaked when his eyes met Toto’s. Toto wrapped a large hand around Max’s throat squeezing just under the Dutch man’s sharp jawline until Max felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Still disobeying”, Toto released Max’s neck leaving him gasping.

Max sagged, staring at the sheets, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

“I don’t believe you”, Toto replied in a cold, deep voice.

Max’s mouth went dry. Toto lifted Max’s chin and gave him a soft kiss before slipping a thick black blindfold over Max’s eyes. The claws of anxiety started creeping through Max’s body, but he swallowed hard, forcing himself to settle and rely on his hearing.

“Don’t move.”

Max could hear Toto’s soft steps on the carpeted floor whimpering when he heard the alpha travel down the stairs. Max shifted uncomfortably, waiting for what felt like an hour. He perked up again when he heard the solid, sure steps ascending the stairs once more. Max straightened his back listening to Toto puttering around the room. Something metallic clinked menacingly on the nightstand. He could feel Toto climb back onto the bed and situate himself against the headboard. Max let out a huff when he was dragged back over Toto’s lap unceremoniously. The painful hardness in his cock had lagged slightly but he was quickly back to full mast when Toto drove two fingers back into Max’s dripping hole. The two fingers scissored quickly before pulling out with a wet squelching noise.

“No. No! No!”

A hard slap landed on the back of Max’s thigh and he yelped, squirming uncomfortably as the heat settled. A series of hard, unforgiving slaps landed one after another, leaving Max whimpering and shuddering. He practically keened when something pressed back into his hole but it wasn’t the fingers he was craving or even a cock. Instead it was a cool, wet, oddly shaped object that pressed until the flared base reseted against his hole. It was cool at first until it started to get warm. Max dug his fingers back into the sheets as he shifted uncertainly. The heat continued to build inside his hole until it started to get uncomfortable. It was building to a burning.

“Do you know what that plug is made of?”

“Ugh! No, Sir.”

“It’s a ginger root. I carved it up myself making a big plug for your greedy little hole.”

Max whimpered as the burning sensation ramped up even further. No matter how much he pushed, the plug didn’t budge. Every time he pushed the sensation only got worse. He couldn’t help but reach a hand back trying to pull the plug free. Toto quickly caught the hand and landed another hard swat to Max’s cheek.

“It burns!”

“It’s supposed to. Put your hands over your head.”

Toto grabbed a pair of thick, black leather cuffs, attaching them tightly around Max’s wrists and clipping them together over Max’s head. Toto took a moment to admire the lithe, twitching body over his lap. He slapped his hand down on Max’s cheek hard, watching the jiggle with a smile on his face, and relishing the hiss of pain. Toto set to work mixing light teasing slaps with harsh cracks, wrapping his left arm around Max’s hips to hold the wriggling omega steady.

“Such a perfect ass to spank.”

Max gritted his teeth together. His ass was burning both inside and out. Toto spanked until a tiny sob bubbled up Max’s throat.

“Please, Sir. I’ll be good!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“Beg all you want, little one, I will stop when I think you’ve learned a lesson.”

Max let out a frustrated whine and burrowed his face into the sheets. Toto reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a small, round wooden paddle with holes drilled through it. He rubbed the wood over Max’s heated skin chuckling at Max’s full body freeze and shudder. Max’s head shot up and he shifted wildly trying to get a peek through the blindfold. Toto tapped the paddle a few times before letting it land with a sharp crack.

“OW!”

Toto chuckled and clutched Max’s hips tighter before letting the paddle fly at a brisk, punishing pace. The holes in the paddle left small white circles inside the larger red blotches. Toto snapped the paddle down over every inch of Max’s backside from the backs of his thighs up his quivering cheeks. Toto lifted his leg slightly, revealing Max’s sensitive sit spots to the wrath of the paddle. Toto reared the paddle back and sent it flying into the sensitive junction of Max’s tender thighs and ass.

“MOTHERFUCKER! You absolute fuck! OW! FUCK!”

Toto froze. Max sniffled pitifully, letting out a harsh sob.

“What did you just call me?”

“No! No no no, Sir! I’m sorry! It slipped out! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Max started crying harder when Toto lifted Max back up to kneel. The blindfold was soaked in tears and Max’s nose was running uncontrollably. Toto took a moment to admire the beautiful mess of an omega before him. Toto walked back over to the chest of drawers, pulling out a ring gag. He climbed back onto the bed and captured Max’s mouth in a deep kiss. Max melted into Toto’s arms letting his cuffed hands search until they found the outline of Toto’s hard cock through the sleep pants. Max’s fingers wrapped around the hard cock and stroked. Toto let Max play for a moment before reaching back up to Max’s throat, squeezing again.

“That is a reward, Max. This is a punishment. Open your mouth.”

Max’s jaw dropped open obediently and Toto shoved the ring inside fitting it behind Max’s teeth before buckling it. Max made a confused noise and Toto chuckled.

“So pretty like this.”

Toto grabbed Max’s nipple and twisted.

“AAH!”

Max squirmed reflexively, crying out in pain.

“I wasn’t planning on using a belt on you so early, but you’ve certainly earned it, little one.”

Toto relished the panicked noise that erupted from Max. Toto manhandled Max until the omega was bent over the edge of the bed with his red, swollen ass stuck up in the air. The metal buckle of the belt rattled as Toto wrapped the well-oiled leather around his hand three times, leaving a long strip loose. Toto ran a gentle hand over Max’s sweaty back as he took his place to Max’s left and lined up the leather. A line of drool dripped onto the sheets from the gag as Max clenched in anticipation. The leather swung through the air landing with a sharp thwack. Max screamed as his arms shuddered, struggling to keep himself stable as pain rushed through him. His cuffed hands clutched at the sheets as he tried to breathe. Toto watched the stripe appear and swell angrily with fascination. Toto waited for Max’s shuddering to stop before landing another solid stripe across both cheeks. Max’s knees wobbled. Another stripe slightly lower. Max howled as more drool dripped out.

“Put your knees up on the bed.”

Max shuffled forward putting his knees up on the mattress. Toto gently guided Max’s arms forward and pushed both knees further apart.

“So pretty on display like this.”

Toto gently caressed Max’s balls, which had turned a deep red, which set off a chorus of whines and groans. Toto stepped back again and proceeded to lay four stripes down the back of each of Max’s thighs. Toto was cautious not to hit Max’s balls, but let the leather wrap around each juicy thigh knowing the tip would leave a nasty welt. Max’s entire body was shuddering with sobs as he lay there completely helpless. He had moved past begging as his brain was completely blank. His body felt like it was floating and every muscle was going lax. Toto knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

“Four more, little one. Brace yourself.”

Max hiccuped through the sobs and gripped the sheets tightly again, obeying without a second thought. The cracks of leather against skin filled the room only broken by shuddering sobs. The metal buckle clattered against the floor as Toto released it. He let Max cry it out before he gently guided the omega to kneel on the floor beside the bed. Toto ran his fingers through Max’s hair and slipped off the blindfold.

“Stick your tongue out and look at me.”

Toto slid his pants halfway down this thighs releasing his leaking cock.

“Catch every drop but don’t swallow.”

Tears trailed down Max’s cheeks as he gazed up at the alpha standing over him. Toto jerked himself quickly and roughly, tangling his free hand in Max’s hair and pulling harshly. Within a minute Toto was shooting his load onto Max’s waiting tongue. Toto sat on the bed and panted, keeping his hand in Max’s hair.

“You’re going to be such a good little omega for me. Swallow.”

Max leaned his head back, letting Toto’s load slide down his throat, swallowing as much as possible with the gag still in place. Toto released Max’s hair and released the buckle on the gag before dropping it on the floor.

“Bend over. Cheek on the floor.”

Max complied without hesitation, letting his still cuffed hands rest on the floor between his knees. Toto knelt behind him, unable to resist pushing the base of the ginger plug deeper before slowly working it out. He left Max there panting as he walked over to the mini fridge nestled into the wet bar in the corner of the room and pulled out a small icepack and a towel. Max howled pitifully and shook but stayed in position as Toto applied the icepack wrapped in the towel to Max’s swollen, sensitive balls. The sobbing started up again as Toto worked the rings off of Max’s shriveled cock. Toto wet a wash cloth and tenderly cleaned up the area before carefully wiping around Max’s hole, removing most of the remaining ginger. Max’s entire body was shaking as he watched Toto retrieve three ice cubes from the ice bucket sitting on the wet bar.

“Sir, I’m so sorry.”

“I know, little one.”

Toto gently guided the ice cubes over the worst of the welts on Max’s backside before slipping them into Max’s hole. A steady stream of whimpers cascaded from Max’s mouth as the ice melted inside of his body. Toto grabbed the last remaining item from the nightstand and Max’s sobs started again when he saw the metal device. Toto took his time fitting Max’s cock and balls into the metal cage and fit the attached plug into Max’s hole before locking it into place with a solid click. Max’s tears pooled on the floor as he clenched around the cold metal pitifully. Toto leaned down and unhooked the cuffs from each other, but left them buckled tightly around Max’s wrists.

“Come here.”

Toto sat back on the bed against the headboard and guided Max to straddle his thighs so that no part of Max’s ass was resting against anything then guided the omega’s head onto his chest and just held him.

“You took your punishment very well. I’m proud of you.”

The words reverberated through Max’s head and warmed his heart.

“Thank you, Sir”, Max squeaked out.

“Rest now.”

Toto ran a soothing hand over Max’s back, slowing the shuddering to an occasional twitch.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Shh. Rest. So good for me.”

Max’s eyes drifted closed.

Toto let Max sleep for an hour before he gently shook the omega awake. Max grumbled and nuzzled at Toto’s chest.

“Roll over and lay on your stomach.”

Max sleepily obeyed, burrowing his face into an impossibly soft pillow. Toto gently ran his hands over Max’s back, massaging every muscle he came across, earning appreciative groans. Toto used the key to unlock the plug from the cock cage and took his time working it free. He gently grazed his fingers over the swollen mass of welts that covered Max’s ass and thighs. Toto pulled Max’s hips up until the omega was kneeling with his face still buried. Gently Toto guided Max’s body into a deep bow.

“You are beautiful like this.”

Toto guided his cock into Max’s hole pushing slowly but steadily until he was fully inside. Max babbled incoherently into the pillow, grasping at the sheets. His body seemed to sing at the stretch and welcome every inch, and his brain was floating in a warm, fuzzy cloud. He wanted more. He needed more.

Toto seemed to read Max’s mind and began slowly pushing in and out. For the first time Toto took his time relishing at Max’s clenching muscles and drinking in every whine and moan. He watched Max slowly come apart underneath him, writhing and grasping at the sheets. Toto pulled out and flipped Max over, raising the omega’s knees to his chest before plunging back in without any hesitation. He leaned down and captured Max’s mouth in a demanding kiss. Max wrapped his arms around Toto’s shoulders, clutching at the alpha desperately. Their foreheads pressed together as Toto slowly thrust. Tears streamed down Max’s face as emotions flooded him. His entire being was wrapped up in Toto. Everything was wrapped up in Toto.

“So beautiful. So perfect.”

A sob bubbled out of Max’s chest. The reality of being impaled on the cock of his worst enemy while being spoken to like his was loved and cared for hit him like a ton of bricks. Max went from deep guttural sobs to uncontrollable bursts of laughter. He couldn’t help it.

“Max”, Toto paused, seated all the way inside of the omega attempting to figure out what was going on.

“I can’t-I can’t—I can’t stop.”

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

Toto held his position and just waited until Max caught his breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine. Can we talk about it later when your cock is not inside me?”

Toto chuckled at that and nodded. He placed a gentle kiss on Max’s forehead and pulled out just enough to reach down releasing the cock cage and slipping it free. Max let out a happy mewl and arched his back.

“So good for me. You take me so well. So beautiful.”

“Stop talking! Just fuck me.”

Max dug his nails into Toto’s shoulders when he felt the alpha pull completely out. It took a moment of maneuvering but Toto managed to shift their bodies so that Toto was sitting up against the headboard and Max was straddling him. Their lips met in a deep kiss and Toto guided Max back down sinking in inch by inch. Toto wrapped his hands around Max’s hips, clutching each sore cheek tightly, kissing away the whine of pain.

“Slowly.”

Toto guided Max up and down until Max couldn’t take the slow drag any more and tried to push the pace faster. Max howled when Toto’s hand landed in a hard smack, pausing fully seated in Toto’s lap.

“Slowly.”

“PLEASE!”

“Turn around.”

Max let out a huff of frustration but did as he was told and turned around. Toto maneuvered Max until the omega was squatting with only the head of Toto’s cock keeping him open. Toto made sure Max was steady before he snapped his hips up. Max’s back bowed and he leaned back pressing his palms into Toto’s chest hanging on for dear life as he was pounded mercilessly.

“Is this what you wanted, little one?”

“Fuck yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes—yes, Sir! So good!”

Toto gritted his teeth, feeling his knot start to grow, and gripped Max’s hips, pulling the omega down and holding him there tightly. Toto lazily tugged on Max’s cock flicking his thumb over the head as he filled Max’s hole with cum. Max’s arms gave out as the knot stretched him out and he collapsed into Toto. Toto kissed at the nape of Max’s neck before getting comfortable and hooking his chin over Max’s shoulder.

“I want to watch you play with yourself.”

Max let out a sigh of relief and quickly wrapped his hand around his cock pumping himself roughly. He was too desperate to be gentle with himself even though his cock was starting to feel painfully raw. Toto kept a close eye on Max’s expression, waiting until his eyebrows knit together, to reach down, stilling Max’s hand.

“No! No no no no! I was so close. Please! Please let me cum! Please please!”

“For someone who isn’t accustomed to begging you do it so prettily.”

Max panted, throwing his head back, trying not to squirm too far away from Toto’s knot. He could feel Toto’s cock still pulsing inside his hole filling him with cum. It was as if his body was a rubber band stretched to the brink of snapping. He needed to release.

“P-p-please, Sir”, Max wailed.

“Go ahead.”

Max eagerly reached down again, working desperately to his own climax. He was on the edge of climax when he realized what he had done wrong the last time. He swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“Can I come, Sir?”

“Good boy. Cum for me.”

“Oh fuck!”

Max’s body shuddered through his orgasm as he moaned helplessly. His limbs twitched as he shot all over himself. Panting and whimpering, Max slowly came down, slumping against Toto’s muscled chest.

“So good for me, so beautiful”, Toto whispered.

It took a while before Max felt like he could breathe again. His heart hammered against his chest still. They sat in silence just breathing and relaxing in each other’s company.

“How much longer?”

“Another ten minutes or so.”

Max nodded and stared up at the ceiling. Even though Max was warm and comfortable, he wanted a shower and to be alone. He could feel himself getting too comfortable in Toto’s sure embrace, he needed some time to clear his head.

“What’s today?”

“The 12th.”

Max nodded and went silent again. Toto studied the side of Max’s face trying to figure out what was going through the omega’s head.

“Qualifying for Baku is in sixteen days.”

“It is.”

“Are you going to try to keep me from racing?”

“No.”

Max nodded and went back to staring at the ceiling. Toto rested his hands on Max’s hips, gently caressing the skin. He wanted to keep prying and convince Max to open up to him, but pushing wouldn’t get him the results he desired.

Chapter 11: Pulling Back

April 13th

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max woke up in his bed alone. He tried desperately not to feel the ache of Toto’s missing warmth. The itch he had felt the past couple of days had subsided, but it had been replaced with a sense of emptiness. He flipped his cell phone over revealing that it was only 4 am. Max laid back, trying to will himself back to sleep, but he was too restless. He brushed his teeth, threw on shorts, and carefully made his way down the stairs, staying as quiet as possible. Max had a sneaking suspicion that Toto was a light sleeper. He grabbed the last muffin and some fruit and made himself a cup of coffee before settling on a stool at the kitchen counter. Max watched the sun rise over the hills trying to rationalize what had become of his life. He cringed at the thought of how desperately he had begged for Toto’s cock.

Jos’ voice came through crystal clear.

You filthy omega slut! You let your rival team’s principal fuck you like a common whore. How could I have raised such a complete disappointment? You are useless, worthless. You’re no son of mine.

Max immediately ran for the sink, throwing up what little breakfast he had managed to get down. He coughed through his retching, barely managing to stay on his feet. Once his stomach was empty, he sank to the floor of the kitchen trying to breathe through his nose. Another wave of nausea swept through him and he gagged. Max slammed his eyes shut trying to choke down his stomach bile. Faint footsteps were slowly getting closer and closer. He tried but couldn’t manage to get himself off the floor before Toto entered the kitchen. Toto squatted down slowly and combed his fingers through Max’s messy hair.

“Dr Baker warned that detoxing may lead to some side effects.”

Max shifted away from Toto as much as he could, not wanting to be coddled. Another wave of nausea hit Max but he forced himself to swallow. His brain was shifting rapidly between wanting to be held and running away as fast as his legs would take him. Toto stood, filling a cup with water, and returning to his squatting position, offering the water with a concerned look painted over his features. Max gratefully chugged the water and cleared his throat. The nausea had passed and a tinge of embarrassment was creeping up his spine.

“I’m going to hit the gym. Have to be ready for Baku.”

Toto stayed squatted down watching Max turn and weakly push himself up to stand. Toto knew that no amount of persuading could convince Max to take another day of rest.

“Eat first.”

Max ground to a stop.

“I did.”

“It’s in the sink, not your stomach. Eat. It’s not up for discussion.”

Max growled and stormed back to the counter, “You are the most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”

Toto shook his head and hoisted himself off the floor. He made himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a danish before sitting down next to Max. The rest of the muffin and fruit were gone in record time and Max once again went to depart.

“What is the rule about the gym?”

Max groaned dramatically, “All right, come with me then.”

“I am eating my breakfast. We will go when I am done.”

“I will just meet you in there.”

Toto placed his cup down on the counter forcefully taking a deep breath.

“Max, sit down.”

“I can be alone for five minutes, Toto. I am not a child.”

“Sit down.”

“I am the reigning World Champion! I don’t need your supervision in the gym!”

Max’s voice was getting louder and louder with each word and he was one more sentence from stomping his foot into the floor. Toto turned and raised his eyebrow at Max.

“You will sit down in that stool or you are getting bent over it for a reminder of what happens when you break the rules.”

“I am a fully grown man, Toto! You can’t just beat me until I become some subservient slave to you! It was one thing while I was in heat, but that’s over now! If you ever lay a hand on me again I will call the police.”

Toto crossed his legs and studied Max for a moment.

“Call the police, Max. I am well within the right of my guardianship and my homestead to administer punishment to an omega under my care.”

“You keep referring to me as if I’m your property! I’m not a car that you can tweak until you’re pleased with the results, Toto!”

“You are my responsibility to keep safe and healthy. You demonstrated on the first day you were here that you can’t be trusted to work out unsupervised!”

“I was fine!”

“I am not arguing about this! Sit down.”

“I am not arguing about this either!”

“Fine.”

Toto jumped up and started advancing on Max who quickly began backpedaling.

“Toto, hold on!”

Max looked over his shoulder trying to make sure he wasn’t about to trip over something, and Toto took advantage of the moment. In a flash, Toto lunged forward, wrapping Max in a bear hug and lifting the omega off his feet. Max yelped and instantly started flailing.

“PUT ME DOWN!”

Toto quickly deposited Max down on one of the stools and leaned over using his long arms to box Max in.

“Look at me, Max.”

Max slowly raised his gaze to Toto’s. Toto sighed heavily and leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Max’s.

“Max, please listen to me for two minutes! I am not trying to turn you into a slave, but I cannot allow you to go into that gym and potentially injure yourself. Doctor Baker has warned that your withdrawal from suppressants will wreak havoc on your body, and yet you refuse to slow down and allow yourself time. You just went through what was probably your first heat in a long time. Take a day off! And you are allowed to be upset with me for what happened during your heat. It was a lot to process and I should have reigned in my alpha. I don’t know how your relations with alphas have gone in the past, but I know I tend to be a bit overbearing. I can’t allow you to be flying off the handle when I ask you to do a simple task like eating breakfast. You are my responsibility right now and I would just ask that you attempt to take care of yourself without fighting me every five seconds.”

Max tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. Toto thought he had been with an alpha before. Doctor Baker hadn’t told Toto that Max was a virgin who had never been through a real heat.

Max fidgeted uncomfortably unsure how to respond other than, “Okay.”

“I don’t want to spank you again, but it seems to be the only thing that gets through to you. How about this, you’re going to go stand in the corner until I finish my breakfast and then we will go to the gym together, okay?”

Max nodded as goosebumps broke over his entire body. It almost sounded like Toto was begging.

“Yeah.”

Toto took a step back and held out his hand which Max took after hesitating for a moment. Toto led Max to the corner of the kitchen and turned him to face the wall.

“Hands at your side.”

Max nodded again and stared at the paint letting his head fall forward against the cool wall. He could sense Toto’s presence retreat to the kitchen island and he let his mind wander. He kept repeating Toto’s speech in his head dissecting every world and struggling to digest the meaning.

Ten minutes later Toto took the last bite of his danish and the final swig of his coffee. He stood right behind Max boxing the twitching omega into the corner. After a long pause, Toto gently turned Max around and enveloped him in a tight hug, just holding until Max started to squirm.

It was too good. Every moment he spent in Toto’s arms felt like heaven and his brain was doing a tailspin. Even when he was being punished, the accountability was making his body sing in ways it had never sung before.

Chapter 12: Discussions

April 17th

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max grunted with exertion as he pushed the weight bar up for his last rep in his last set. Toto’s hands brushed Max’s as they both set the bar back onto the stand. They locked gazes for a long moment before Max broke eye contact and moved to grab a cup of water. Toto set to work re-racking the weights trying his best to hold in his sigh of frustration. For days Max had managed to not only stay out of trouble but keep a distance between himself and Toto. Their conversations had remained cordial and brief. Max had schooled his features and held his breath any time he was forced to be in the room with Toto. He was building up a wall between them as high as he could.

Toto studied Max from across the room silently trying to analyze every muscle twitch. He wanted nothing more than to envelope Max in a hug, but Max’s coldness had only intensified with every touch and kind word.

“Join me in my office after your shower, please.”

Max nodded once and sucked down another cup of water before practically fleeing back to his room. He put the water on as hot as possible and stepped under the blistering stream. His welts had gone down, turning to bruising in the worst spots. Toto had insisted on applying a special cream every six hours which had reduced the healing time significantly. Max scrubbed shampoo into his hair methodically, massaging at his scalp. A pang of guilt washed over Max as the memory of Toto doing the same act flashed through his mind. Max knew he had been unfairly cold to Toto ever since that morning in the kitchen. Every time Toto had tried to have a conversation, Max had instantly shut it down. His entire being wanted nothing more than to open up to Toto if it meant just a singular moment wrapped in the warm arms of the alpha. He huffed and shook his head. Jos’ voice seemed to echo through the entire bathroom.

Sentimental. Stupid. Weak.

Max slammed his eyes closed so tightly that he saw pops of light. He could practically feel the shape of his father’s fist landing firmly in his stomach. He retched twice before forcing the vomit back down his throat.

The detox had been going terribly. Dr. Baker had been back to the house the past two days to take more blood samples and examine Max again. She had given him medication for the nausea and headaches, which Toto had been administering religiously. Dr. Baker had made quick work of the physical exams, which were rather difficult since Max couldn’t help breaking down into a full-blown panic attack every ten minutes. Max’s father had drilled into his head that doctors were evil people who wanted nothing more than to expose his condition and the prejudice had been hard to break down. Max sank to the floor of the shower as he retched once more. He sniffled miserably trying to figure out why his brain kept flooding with the urge to run into Toto’s arms just to be held. He had always been able to turn to himself for comfort, but ever since his heat, it hadn’t been enough. Everything in his life felt like it was completely off-kilter, and Max hated it. All he could do was sit there under the brutally hot water wishing he could just melt and slide down the drain. After ten minutes of feeling sorry for himself, Max hauled himself off the floor, finished his shower, and hopped out. He stood at the mirror for a long moment studying the dark bags under his eyes. Multiple nights of tossing and turning had left him running on fumes. The familiar feelings of tension, anxiety, and anger coursed through his muscles, but the familiarity wasn’t comforting. Everything felt wrong. Max got dressed and slowly made his way to Toto’s office door. He didn’t even get a chance to knock before the door swung open.

“Have a seat.”

Max settled into one of the chairs, resisting the urge to pull his knees to his chest. He felt like he had to physically hold himself together.

“What’s this about?”

“We have to discuss a few things.”

Max gritted his teeth before muttering, “What else would you like to take from me?”

Toto sat down in his chair and seemed to sag under the weight of Max’s statement.

“Max, I took liberties with you. I know that. I am sorry and I will never touch you again if that is what you wish. I can find another alpha who is willing to assume the guardianship if that is what you need to heal.”

Fear and rage ripped through Max’s body. His brain was flying in multiple different directions at once. On one hand, he wanted to flee back to his old life where he could ignore his emotional side and keep his single-minded focus on racing. On the other hand, he wanted to hide from the world in Toto’s secure arms and never set foot outside the house again. The thought of another alpha even breathing in his direction made Max see red.

“You want to pass me off to someone else now? You destroyed my entire life. You ripped away the only thing I have ever loved because you wanted to try to fix me! You brought me here, forced me into a medical treatment and then you took my virginity! And you want to talk about giving me away because now your new toy is broken?”

Somewhere in his speech, Max had gotten to his feet and begun pacing the room.

“Max—“

“You broke me! I am broken now! I can’t even think straight! I can’t sleep! You-you-you have ruined me.”

Toto sat completely still. His hands itched to reach out and try to comfort Max, but he knew that he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t push Max.

“I am sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry!”

Max felt like he was on the brink of exploding. His rage burned brightly.

“Max, can you sit down for a moment?”

“NO! I will not sit down! I am spinning out of control and all I want—I want—“

The rage broke for just a second and Max did the only thing he could think to do in that moment. He lunged around the desk and threw himself into Toto’s lap. Max wrapped his arms around Toto’s neck and burrowed his face in. The scent of Toto flooded Max’s senses and he let out a sob of relief. It took Toto’s brain a moment to process the bundle of omega that was seemingly trying to fuse their bodies. Toto wrapped his arms around Max and just held on tight. They sat there for a long moment just breathing in each other’s presence. Toto placed a single kiss on the top of Max’s head as his brain tried to read the chemical signals that flooded the air. Slowly Max’s breaths changed from harsh, panicky panting to a more normal pace. Neither of them wanted to speak or move. Toto worried that even a twitch would send Max running again while Max’s brain continued to flip between comfort and terror. The thought of how his body seemed to relax the moment he was enveloped in Toto’s arms gave Max goosebumps. He didn’t want to keep analyzing what his body was asking him to admit to.

Their moment of peace was shattered when Toto’s cell phone blared his ringtone loudly from his pocket. It took some maneuvering, but Toto managed to get his phone free and sighed when he saw the screen.

Max tried to squirm enough to see the screen, but Toto held him tightly.

“Who is it?”

“No one.”

Toto ignored the call, but moments later it rang again. He let out a frustrated grunt and ignored the call again. It rang a third time. He swiped his screen to answer and hit the speakerphone button.

“Hello, Christian. What do you want”, Toto ground out trying to convey his annoyance with every word.

“Where is he?”

Max raised an eyebrow and unburied his face. Toto sighed.

“He’s right here Christian.”

“Max?”

“Hey, Christian.”

“Did he hurt you? Are you okay? I’ll kill him if he hurts you!”

“Watch yourself, Christian”, Toto practically snarled, “only one of us has almost gotten him killed.”

“Fuck off, Toto! I’m speaking to my driver!”

Max rolled his eyes at them both, “enough!”

Toto gripped Max a little bit tighter, digging his nose into Max’s hair, and letting the scent wash over him.

“I need you in Milton Keynes for testing on the simulator this week.”

Max perked up at the thought of throwing himself back into work. Both Max and Toto answered at the same time.

“I’ll be there!”

“We will discuss it with his doctor.”

Max pulled back looking at Toto in the eyes before repeating himself, “I WILL be there, Christian.”

Toto gritted his teeth together and glared down at Max, who glared right back in defiance.

“Fine”, Toto muttered and promptly hung up on Christian.

Toto growled when Christian immediately called back. Max couldn’t help the giggle that broke free when Toto simply shut the phone off and put it back down on the desk. They sat together in Toto’s chair studying each other for a moment.

“Christian is probably losing his mind. I don’t think he has ever been hung up on before.”

Toto grinned, “Yes he has. It’s not the first time I’ve hung up on him.”

Max broke into a full belly laugh at the thought of Christian being enraged by Toto’s poor phone etiquette. Toto soaked in every moment of Max’s joy committing it to memory. He let Max bask in the glow for a long moment before he had to shatter it again.

“Dr Baker will be back today at 2 pm. We will discuss you getting back to work.”

Toto winced at how quickly Max went completely rigid in his arms.

“You can’t keep me from work, Toto.”

“That is not my intention. My only priority is to keep you safe and healthy. You will be back in an F1 car as soon as Dr Baker clears you.”

Max rolled his eyes trying to think of an argument that wasn’t “you’re not the boss of me” or “I can do what I want”.

Toto reached around cupping Max’s ass in both hands and squeezing until Max squeaked.

“Hey!”

“Behave yourself, brat. Come with me. We’re going for a walk. I think it’s about time we actually had a discussion.”

Max rolled his eyes again as he stood up, disentangling himself with a bit of difficulty. Toto shot up, pushing Max over the desk, and sending the desk calendar flying onto the floor.

“Fuck!”

Toto used a hand on the back of Max’s neck to keep him pinned and used the other to lower Max’s pants just enough to expose Max’s ass. Max was practically vibrating with excitement. Days of denying himself comfort had taken a toll. Even though Max was currently pinned to the desk knowing he was about to be spanked the thought of being held accountable made his omega preen.

“Rolling your eyes at me is now considered talking back which I’ve already established I have had enough of, little one.”

Max kicked his leg back in frustration.

“Stop calling me that”, Max whinged.

“No.”

Toto landed two sharp slaps to Max’s ass before pulling the omega up and into a gentle kiss.

“Toto—“

“We’re going for a walk. Pull your pants back up.”

Max groaned and shimmied his pants back up trying to ignore his steadily hardening cock. He raised his eyebrows when Toto bent down to pick up the calendar from the floor. It was just a fleeting thought, but Max couldn’t resist. He reached out and slapped Toto’s ass as hard as he could. Toto grunted and slowly stood up, rising to his full height and leveling Max with a severe stare. Max was practically giddy with excitement.

“Not wise.”

“Shit.”

The second Toto flinched, Max made a break for it, not bothering to even look back, knowing Toto had started chasing.

“Max!”

“Keep up, old man!”

Max sprinted out the back door and onto the grounds. The sun was shining and the crisp spring air pushed Max to run even farther and faster. He spared a glance over his shoulder, finding Toto not far behind. Max was younger and faster, but Toto’s long legs made keeping up easier than it should have been.

“The longer you run the more time I have to think about your punishment, Max!”

When Toto saw that Max wasn’t slowing down, he laughed and picked up the pace, gaining on Max slowly but surely. Once he was within range, Toto reached out, wrapping a long arm around Max’s waist and sweeping the smaller man off his feet. Max yelled out in surprise as Toto gently sat down pulling Max into the grass too. They were both panting at the exertion of their unexpected run and Toto dug his hand into his side trying to massage away the stitch that had been forming as he lay back looking up at the sky. For a moment Max managed to silence the war inside his mind and fully embrace the moment. Max huffed out another laugh and climbed on top of Toto leaning down for a kiss and making sure to slot their cock together. Max moaned into the kiss as he ground his hips down.

“Need you, Toto. Please. Need your hands on me so badly.”

“Fuck, Max. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.

“Need you now.”

Max dug his fingers into Toto’s hair and dove his tongue into the alpha’s mouth, taking in every moan. Max sat up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side.

“Everything off”, Toto breathed out reaching up to trace Max’s abs.

They parted for a moment so they could both remove all of their clothing, leaving a pile in the grass. Toto lay back on the cool grass, letting Max climb back on top and slowly lower himself down. Max hissed at the sting of the stretch as he took his time to settle himself on top of Toto. Max sat there for a moment relishing the feeling of being full.

“You’re so beautiful”, Toto whispered reaching out to wrap his hands around Max’s hips and squeeze.

Max felt his face burn with a blush as he slowly lifted and sank back down. It took some time and maneuvering before Max found a pace that hit the perfect spot every time. His cock bobbed slapping down on Toto with every bounce. Max went to reach down to stroke himself, but Toto batted his hand away.

“Need—“

“Let me.”

Toto began stroking Max, rapidly twisting at the head, biting his lip at the vision of Max falling apart. Max’s bouncing became more erratic as he rushed to his climax.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Toto moved his hand faster and reached up, digging his free hand into Max’s hair and dragging him into a kiss. Max groaned and came spilling his seed over Toto’s chest and stomach. Toto gently rolled them over without breaking the kiss and thrust into Max twice more before he felt his knot start to grow. He pushed in as far as possible and sank his teeth into Max’s shoulder as he came. Toto panted into Max’s shoulder.

“That hurt. You better not have left a mark.”

Toto hummed and lifted his head admiring the perfect imprint of his teeth on Max’s shoulder.

“I like it when you’re marked.”

Max rolled his eyes. Toto cleared his throat.

“How much trouble am I in?”

“That was the third time you’ve rolled your eyes, you slapped me, and you called me old. You’ve certainly earned the paddle.”

Max bit his lip and squirmed a bit, whining at the pull of Toto’s knot.

“Anything I can do to convince you to go easy on me”, Max asked breathlessly.

Toto chuckled and shifted his hips forward eliciting a surprised squeal from Max.

“Nothing.”

Max’s back arched off the ground in pleasure when Toto leaned down sucking and nibbling at the already prominent bite mark. Toto littered kisses and bites all over Max’s chest sucking hickeys into the skin every few inches and slowly driving Max mad. He was getting hard again.

“Need your hand again.”

Toto leaned back smirking down at Max, “Put your feet on the ground and lift your hips”.

Max groaned as his rim tried to stretch around the impossibly large knot that was still deeply planted inside of him. Toto pulled back as much as he could before pushing back in and grinning at the way Max’s knees wobbled.

“So full”, Max cried as Toto repeated the tiny thrusts over and over again.

Full body shudders racked Max’s body as Toto finally wrapped his palm around Max’s leaking member. Toto let a bit of spit fall from his mouth using it as more lubrication on Max’s red throbbing cock and began to stroke him in time with the thrusts. It only took Max a couple of minutes before he was on the edge.

“Cum for me”, Toto muttered through his clenched teeth.

“Oh god! Oh fuck!”

Max’s body bowed, shuddering through his orgasm. Every time his body clenched around Toto’s knot he let out another mewl.

“My good boy. So beautiful. So amazing.”

Toto guided Max’s hips back down slowly and captured Max’s mouth again in a gentle kiss. They both panted into each other’s mouths as the high slowly faded. Max looked down at his chest and then at Toto’s.

“I’m going to need another shower.”

Toto chuckled and slowly pulled his now deflated knot free of Max’s hole.

“Maybe a nice, long bath?”

Max grunted his agreement and slowly they both stood. They both took their time putting their clothes back on and both started walking back towards the house.

“This is gross”, Max complained after a few steps.

Toto chuckled placing his hand on Max’s ass and squeezing his cheeks roughly. He could feel the wet spot of cum leaking into Max’s pants. He playfully gave each cheek a swat.

“From now on maybe I should put a plug in you as soon as I pull my knot out. Keep you full of my cum at all times.”

Max almost tripped over his feet as his heart skipped a beat. Toto noted the reaction for a later date and gave Max another swat before letting go. They walked in comfortable silence until the house was in view. Toto guided them both over to a bench and sat down, pulling Max into his lap.

“Can we finish the discussion we were having before we were interrupted earlier?”

Max nodded once and stared out onto the grounds attempting not to squirm uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“I’m not asking for an apology, Max. I want to talk about you telling me you feel broken.”

Max chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, “I don’t know why.”

“We haven’t been talking enough to each other. I also think it might be important for you to talk to Dr Baker about the emotional side of what you are going through as well. She is a medical doctor, but also has a degree in psychology.”

Max shrugged his shoulders, “easier said than done.”

“Can I ask why?”

“My father. He was very weary of doctors.”

Toto squeezed Max a little tighter knowing that the fear of doctors wasn’t the only damage Jos had done.

“He was not kind to you.”

Max shifted a bit torn between exposing how bad it had truly gotten once he had presented and locking his emotions back down. He was grateful to not have to look Toto in the eye. Viewing the look of pity he knew would flash across Toto’s face felt like it would be too much to bear.

“He was not always that way. My father was good. He just can not handle the fact that I am not an alpha. No matter how many podiums, how many wins, how many championships I will always just be an omega in his eyes. A disappointment.”

They sat together looking out at the rolling green hill for a moment more before Toto took a deep breath, “We will work through it together. Your father has no more place in your life and neither should his opinions. He could not see what I do in you. You are not just an omega. You are not just a race car driver. You are much more than that and it is truly a shame that he could not look past his prejudice to see how beautiful you truly are.”

Max swallowed around the lump in his throat and let Toto’s words sink in. He tried to believe Toto, but the ever-present shadow in the back of his mind reared its ugly head.

“Thank you”, Max muttered.

“Can we also discuss that fact that you were a virgin?”

“No. No, we don’t have to talk about that!”

A deep red blush spread over Max’s face and he buried his face in his hands. Toto gently ran his hands over Max’s arms chuckling a bit.

“We don’t have to talk about it, but I do wish you would have told me. I would have gone a bit gentler.”

“I don’t think you’re capable of gentle, Toto!”

“And I don’t think you’re capable of behaving for more than ten minutes at a time!”

Max shook his head with a laugh. Toto patted Max’s hip twice prompting the younger man to stand. Max stretched his arms up until his back let out a series of satisfying pops. Once they were both upstairs, Max moved to turn off to his room when Toto stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Did you still want to take a bath with me?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Toto ruffled Max’s hair affectionately and led the way to his bathroom.

“We should rinse off before we get into the tub.”

Max nodded and peeled his pants off grimacing at the dried cum that was flaking off his butt cheeks.

“Gross.”

They both laughed as they hopped in the shower, taking turns scrubbing the loofa over each other’s bodies.

“Turn around and bend over.”

“I don’t think I can cum again!”

“Do as you’re told.”

Max huffed but bent forward pushing his ass out at Toto and wiggling it teasingly. Toto wrapped his arm around Max’s waist and landed a few hard smacks.

“Toto! I thought we were just rinsing off!”

“Giving you a taste of what’s to come tonight. I haven’t forgotten that you and the paddle have an appointment.”

Max whimpered as Toto landed four more hard smacks before pressing two fingers into Max’s hole.

“Ugh! It’s sore!”

“I think I like having you with a sore hole. That means I did my job properly.”

Max clutched at the shelf on the wall trying to keep his knees from giving out.

“Stop”, Max panted out, “can’t”.

Toto dragged his fingers over Max’s prostate massaging the bundle of nerves until Max’s pleas turned into incoherent babbling. Despite his protests, Max was at full mast and leaking precum.

“All right, all right. Enough.”

Toto slowly pulled his fingers out, smiling at the low groan. He grabbed the shower head, rinsing them both off quickly, before guiding Max out of the shower.

“Are you going to leave me like this after all that?”

Max’s entire body was flushed and his cock was painfully throbbing. He leaned back against the counter while Toto started the taps for the tub. Max practically collapsed when Toto got down on his knees.

“Oh fuck!”

Max’s head fell back as Toto’s warm mouth engulfed his hard cock. Toto hollowed out his cheeks, making Max let out a stream of swears. A whine escaped Max’s lips as Toto’s hand began massaging his balls, rolling them slowly. Toto reached back, slipping two fingers back into Max, dragging his nails over Max’s sensitive prostate. Every flutter of Max’s hole only made Toto suck harder bobbing his head and laving his tongue over the head of Max’s cock. Max’s knees started to quiver.

Toto pulled off with an obscene pop, “Beg me to cum.”

“Please! Please please please, Toto. Please let me cum. Want to cum for you. Need to cum!”

“Such a good boy. Cum.”

Toto pressed his fingers hard into Max’s prostate and wrapped his lips around Max’s cock again just in time for Max’s first shot. Toto kept sucking, swallowing every drop. He didn’t stop until Max started whimpering in pain at the oversensitivity.

Max was slumped against the sink trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck. I don’t think I have anything left”, Max managed to get out.

Toto rose to his feet, gripping the back of Max’s head and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“One day we’ll see how many times I can make you cum in one day. Keep you tied to the bed and milk you until you’re dry.”

Max’s knees wobbled dangerously again.

Chapter 13: Milton Keynes

April 18th

Red Bull Racing Headquarters
Milton Keynes, England

Max could feel his anxiety and excitement buzzing through his entire body as the familiar building came into view. The racing headquarters was one of his favorite places in the world outside of Monaco. Max’s mind raced through memories of placing trophies on the shelves, strategy meetings, and rambunctious parties. He was pulled from his memories as they drove up to the gate and Toto rolled down the driver's side window. Max leaned over the center console.

“Hi, Carl.”

“Good morning, Mr. Verstappen.”

Carl disappeared into the booth and the gate rose. Toto continued down the long drive before pulling up to a front parking spot. They exited the vehicle and began walking towards the front door. Max had to hold in his laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. Christian and Toto had been arguing over the phone for days about every detail of the day. The Red Bull principal had even demanded that Toto wear a hat and sunglasses in an attempt to mask his identity, but at six foot six Toto was almost impossible to hide. Christian stood just outside the door with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Toto stopped a few feet short of Christian. No one spoke for a solid moment. Max was tempted to step forward and hug Christian just to see Toto’s teeth grind.

“I am still not comfortable with you being present for this, Toto.”

“It is not your choice.”

Max rolled his eyes at the two alphas and started for the door. He was half convinced the two men would remain outside staring each other down, but let out a chuckle when he heard two sets of footsteps following him. The regular staff seemed to have been cleared out for the occasion to keep Max’s secret. Usually, the halls were bustling with employees, but today Red Bull Racing HQ was eerily silent. Max made the familiar trek to the elevator bank. Neither team principal had spoken since their icy stare-off. The three men piled into the elevator and took a short ride to the second floor. The simulator room was at the end of the hall. Max let out a sigh of relief when he swung open the door and saw Gianpiero Lambiase, his race engineer, inside. Gianpiero instantly wrapped Max up in a tight hug. Max could practically feel Toto bristling in the doorway. They patted each other on the back and Max felt his nerves settle minutely. Gianpiero, or GP as he was commonly known, had been with Max since the beginning of his career in F1, and he had grown a fondness for the Brit.

“How are you doing, son?”

“Ready to get back to work”, Max answered immediately with a brilliant smile.

GP looked over Max’s shoulder meeting Toto’s eye briefly before holding out his hand for a firm handshake. GP had been told what had happened, but he made no further comment or acknowledgment of the Austrian’s presence. Max had always liked the fact that GP was direct and rarely felt the need to comment in most situations off the track.

Christian straightened his spine and turned to Toto, “There is a seat just outside the door for you.”

An actual growl came from deep in Toto’s chest.

“I am not letting him out of my sight.”

The two alphas began their staring match again, and Max threw his hands into the air in exasperation.

“Will both of you just sit down and shut up? I’m here to work not witness a dick-measuring contest. If you two want to keep this up you can both go sit in the hallway!”

For a moment Max thought it might not have been the best idea to draw the attention of the alphas who were both already agitated, but Toto simply nodded once and settled into a chair in the back of the room. Christian seemed to want to argue further, but Max turned his back on his boss to focus on getting into the simulator seat. Once Max was comfortably settled into the full-body racing simulator, GP started up the computer systems and took a seat behind the control desk. Max could feel Toto’s eyes boring into his back, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

For four hours Max worked through the simulation of the Baku Street Circuit. He kept up a dialogue with GP over the tweaks he wanted made to the car, but he didn’t acknowledge either of the team principals at the back of the room. After his third crashed lap in a row, Max was beginning to get frustrated.

“Resetting, Max”, GP spoke up.

Max grumbled and shifted in the seat. His right butt cheek had fallen asleep and his entire body was throbbing. He made it through two more laps before he sent the car into the same wall he had crashed into three times before.

“Fuck! The steering is fucking shit! How am I supposed to drive with this shit car?”

GP and Christian were well familiar with Max’s frustration-fueled outbursts, but Toto’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. Max slammed his hand into the center of the steering wheel, leaving behind a crack in the center screen. Toto rose and strode quickly to the side of the simulator, reaching down and wrapping his hand firmly around Max’s upper arm.

“Out. Now.”

Max yelped in both surprise and pain as Toto unceremoniously dragged Max out of the simulator.

“Toto—“, Max started, but he was instantly cut off.

“Give us a minute, gentlemen.”

GP put his hands up and quickly exited out to the hallway, but Christian remained in his seat. Toto growled with annoyance and marched Max over to a corner of the room.

“Stay.”

Max bit down on his bottom lip and nodded once. Toto turned to Christian.

“Leave.”

“On this property, he is my responsibility. I am staying.”

“Leave or I will remove you myself.”

“Are you threatening me?”

Max couldn’t stand to hear it anymore. He turned and stomped over to the two alphas stopping in the middle of the standoff.

“Christian, get out!”

“I will not let him hurt you, Max! Not here!”

Toto’s forehead vein was popping out, “Do not raise your voice to my omega!”

“Do not lay a hand on my driver!”

“ENOUGH”, Max yelled.

Both alphas took half a step back in shock. Max put a hand on each of the alphas' chests and pushed them back even farther. All three of them stood there seething for a moment.

“Christian, go wait in the hallway, I can handle myself. Toto, sit down before you pop a blood vessel.”

For a moment Max thought that they would both explode on him, but Toto moved first, taking a seat back in his chair. Christian ground his teeth so loudly the noise made Max wince, but he exited the room slamming the door so hard it echoed through the room.

Toto crossed his arms over his chest and studied Max for a moment. With the situation de-escalated, Max visibly deflated and dropped into the chair behind the control desk.

“I believe I told you to stay in the corner.”

Max huffed, “You two can’t keep doing this. Christian is my boss. I cannot keep standing between the two of you. I am here to work.”

“You were not working, you were throwing a temper tantrum.”

“That is not the point and you know it!”

Toto sighed and stood squatting down in front of Max and tugging on his chin until they met eyes.

“I am responsible for you even here and if you had hurt your hand while hitting the steering wheel I would have been furious with myself for not stopping you sooner. I am surprised that Christian didn’t stop the sim the moment he noticed the frustration taking over. Your outburst was not just childish, but it was mean. A lot of people have worked very hard on that car and calling it shit is unacceptable. Not to mention the wasted work on the steering wheel that you ruined.”

Max nodded, shifting his gaze to the wall as he chewed on his lip guiltily.

“I know.”

“Tantrums are not tolerated and you know that, little one.”

A blush spread over Max’s cheeks at the nickname.

“Toto, not here. Please not here.”

“You acted up here so you will be punished here. That is not negotiable; however, it is up to you whether Christian is allowed to watch or not.”

“W-w-what?”

“I feel like it would be beneficial for all parties if Christian were in the room for your spanking.”

“Toto, no way!”

“He cares about you very much and his frustration is coming from the fact that he failed you as well as the fact that he thinks I have taken you in as an act of revenge.”

“He didn’t fail me.”

“Max, you almost died from suppressants under his care. For an alpha that is failing an omega.”

“It wasn’t him. Christian pushed for me to come off of them for years! He even had marketing mock up a scenario where we had an omega driver multiple times!”

“I am not looking to have a conversation over who is at fault for your drug abuse, Max.”

“It wasn’t drug abuse!”

“Don’t even start with me right now. I need to know if you would be okay with Christian watching so he knows I am not truly hurting you.”

“My ass would argue with you saying you don’t hurt me.”

“Little one, you can go over my knee right now before I even give you the decision. I am not playing games today.”

Max shook his head quickly with a nervous laugh. He knew that Toto had a solid point. Christian had always cared for Max more like a son than an employee. Max couldn’t even imagine the guilt he knew must be eating away at Christian.

“He can watch, but only with your hand and over my pants.”

“You don’t get to dictate how your punishment is delivered.”

“It was worth a shot.”

Toto chuckled fondly and leaned forward kissing Max firmly.

“Go back to the corner and wait there.”

Max trudged back to the corner knowing he had gotten himself in enough trouble already. Toto stood up and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Christian was pacing the hallway.

“We need to talk.”

Christian stopped his pacing and studied Toto carefully before nodding once and gesturing for Toto to continue.

“I do not tolerate outbursts like that in my omega, Christian, either at work or at home and Max is well aware of that. He knows what happens when he acts like that and I do not appreciate you attempting to stand between my omega and myself.”

Toto held up his hand as soon as Christian opened his mouth to protest.

“That being said, this is your territory and I understand that you are Max’s boss. I assume Red Bull has protocols in place for how omegas in the workplace are treated?”

“Yes, of course. The omega’s superior sits down with the couple and discusses boundaries and workplace expectations. But Max is different. He’s like a son to me, Toto.”

“You are emotionally invested, which complicates this, but we have to settle this. It is not good for Max to have to stand in the middle. He is under enough stress at this moment. I understand that you have been worried about him, but he is doing better now than he has in years.”

Christian bristled at the insinuation that Max had been spiraling under his watch but nodded once.

“I know you can sense he is more relaxed now than he has been in a long time. Even in my brief moments of contact with him, I knew something was wrong, Christian. I reported him because he was in danger, not because I was angry. He was dying and he is too good of a driver for that.”

The words hung in the air for a long moment while Christian processed.

“Is he okay now?”

“Detox has been rough on both his body and his psyche, but we’re working on it with a doctor.”

“Good. I never wanted that for him. Jos threatened to pull him if I pressed, and I worried what would happen if he had to go back to his life before Red Bull. I figured I was at least getting him away from the physical abuse even if I couldn’t get him off the drugs.”

Toto sighed and ran his hands roughly through his hair. He had heard the stories of Jos’ physical handling of Max but he wasn’t sure Max was ready to tackle that facet of his childhood.

“We both agreed you should be in the room for his punishment.”

Christian looked genuinely surprised for a moment.

“Max agreed?”

“He did. I will warn you now that I expect you to sit there quietly and let me punish my omega how I see fit. This is solely so you can witness that I am not a monster that is looking to seriously injure Max.”

Christian nodded again and they both re-entered the simulation room. Max was nervously shifting from foot to foot but kept his gaze trained on the corner. Christian sat down against the back wall holding his breath and waiting. Toto walked over to Max and wrapped his arms around the omega’s middle in a tight hug.

“Take a few deep breaths and settle your mind. When you are ready, you are going to come lay across my lap. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir”, Max squeaked out.

Toto placed a single kiss on the back of Max’s neck and took a seat behind the control desk. After a few moments, Max turned and walked over to Toto. He couldn’t bear to look up at Christian.

“Focus on me, Max. Over my knee.”

Max’s hands were shaking and his face was covered in a deep blush as he bent forward, shifting to find a comfortable position. Toto didn’t drag out the wait and immediately began spanking Max’s upturned ass. The room was silent besides the steady smack of Toto’s hand falling for the first few minutes until soft whimpers began to come from Max. Toto waited until the whimpers shifted into slightly louder pained whines before he started lecturing.

“Max, you are allowed to be frustrated, but you are not allowed to throw tantrums like a toddler. You disrespected your team and all of the people who put countless hours into your car because you let your temper get the best of you. It is unacceptable, unprofessional, and rude.”

Toto paused for a moment to yank Max’s pants down to his knees to Max’s surprise and embarrassment.

“Toto, please!”

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless it is an apology for being so disrespectful!”

Max sniffled pitifully. His ass was burning and he couldn’t ignore the fact that his boss was sitting a few feet away. Toto lifted his knee and lay into Max’s sit spots with a vengeance. It wasn’t long before tears were building in Max’s eyes.

“All right! All right! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sir!”

Toto paused the spanking, “What are you sorry for, Max?”

“I’m sorry for being disrespectful, unprofessional, and rude, and throwing a temper tantrum! I’m sorry!”

“Good boy.”

A glimmer of hope that Toto was done was quickly squashed when the spanking started again. Max whined and squirmed, trying desperately to keep from crying in front of Christian.

“Toto, please! I said I was sorry!”

“I plan on making sure this lesson sticks, little one. If I ever hear you talking to a member of your team like that again I will take my belt to your bare bottom. Do you understand me?”

“Yes! Yes, Sir! I understand! I’m sorry!”

Toto covered every inch of Max’s cheeks and thighs with three more rounds of unforgiving swats leaving the omega wailing and apologizing with every breath.

“Back in the corner. Hands on your head.”

Toto released Max with one more hard swat, smiling at Max trying to scurry to the corner as fast as possible without tripping on his pants which had fallen even further down. Once Max was in position, Toto turned to Christian, whose face was hard and unreadable.

Christian stood, “We will set up a meeting for next week before Baku.”

The two men shared a firm handshake before Christian exited the room quickly and Toto sat back down behind the control desk.

“Come here, Max.”

Max dragged his feet a bit, still blushing with embarrassment. Toto reached up, wiping the tears away before pulling Max in to snuggle in his lap.

“That was awful.”

Toto nodded and kissed the top of Max’s head.

“These computers should have password-protected screen-savers when they are unattended.”

Max burst out laughing realizing that Toto had been sitting in front of a screen filled with Red Bull’s most sensitive data.

“I don’t think we should tell Christian.”

“No, you’re probably right.”

Max tilted his head up kissing Toto firmly.

“I didn’t think I had a voyeurism kink.”

Toto reached down, petting at the bulge in Max’s boxer briefs.

“Certainly feels like it.”

Max shifted his hips, giving Toto better access using his feet to completely remove his pants, which were still bunched at his ankles.

“Don’t stop!”

Toto smirked and reached around grabbing onto Max’s cheeks. Max whined wantonly thrusting his hips searching for relief for his hard cock and his sore ass.

“I could get you off right now. Make you cum all over my hand.”

“Please!”

“Or I could make you wait.”

“No! No, Sir! Please!”

“I think we will wait.”

“No”, Max whined thrusting his hips more frantically.

Toto gripped Max’s ass tighter digging his nails in until Max gasped in pain. Pheromones flooded the air.

“How about I give you a choice? I can make you cum right now—“

“Yes!”

Max’s balls throbbed with need. All he could think of is how hard his cock was at that moment. Consequences be damned! Toto chuckled and sunk his teeth into the side of Max’s neck sucking at the wound until it was a deep red that would leave a significant bruise. Max was panting. His entire body felt like it was on fire. It was as if his years of abstinence were all banging down the door. Every time Max met Toto’s eyes he had to resist jumping the alpha’s bones.

“Stand.”

Max rose practically vibrating with excitement. Toto dragged Max’s boxers down and off before turning Max around and pulling the squirmy omega back down to his lap.

“Please, Sir. Need!”

“Settle down, little one. I know exactly what you need.”

Toto grabbed Max’s legs, moving them to the outside of his own, spreading Max out completely. He shoved two fingers into Max’s mouth, letting the panting omega wet them before leaning back and working both fingers into Max’s hole. Max was practically drooling as Toto wrapped a hand around Max’s cock and began stroking firmly. Within minutes Max could feel his entire body tensing.

“C-c-can I?”

“Cum for me.”

Max let out a low groan spilling all over Toto’s hand and bucking against the alpha’s body.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, Sir.”

Toto stilled his hands carefully, removing his fingers with a wet pop.

“Good boy. Clean up the mess you made.”

Toto pressed his slick-soaked fingers into Max’s mouth moaning when Max began sucking them clean. When Toto was satisfied he removed his fingers and presented Max with the other hand coated in cum. Max grabbed the hand using his tongue to clean every drop. He could feel Toto’s cock and wiggled his ass invitingly.

“Are you going to fuck me now? Bend me over the desk at work. Fill me up.”

“On your knees, little one.”

Max quickly scrambled to his knees and reached forward for Toto’s pants but his hands were swatted away.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you here.”

Toto couldn’t help but chuckle at Max’s disappointed pout.

“Common, Toto!”

“You didn’t want to hear the consequences of your choice a moment ago. Put your pants back on. You’ve got more work to do in the simulator.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“I am very serious. You’re going to go back to work and finish up here. We’ll talk about the consequences when we get home.”

Max ground his teeth together and muttered under his breath, “Insufferable control freak”, as he stood grabbing his pants off the floor.

Toto landed a hard swat to Max’s ass eliciting a sharp yelp.

“Keep it up, brat, and you will find out how insufferable I can be.”

Max reached back, rubbing at his sore cheek with a grumble. He didn’t relish the idea of having to sit back in the hard simulator seat. Max wiggled and winced as his tight pants make his ass throb. Toto smiled and left the room to retrieve Christian who was waiting just outside the door with his arms crossed. Max spent another three hours in the simulator working through the Baku track with GP until both were satisfied.

Notes:

I'm so sorry I missed posting last Sunday! I've been so insanely busy with life lately.

Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and left kudos on this story! I appreciate all of you so very much.

Chapter 14: A Lesson

April 18th

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

The second they walked through the door, Toto backed Max into the wall, connecting their lips in a fierce kiss.

“Go upstairs and shower. I’m going to leave something on the bed for you. Put it on and meet me in my office. If you touch your cock I will keep you in the cage for a week. Do you understand me, little one?”

“Yes, Sir”, Max squeaked.

Toto captured his mouth again and stepped back. Max booked it up the stairs and stripped. He didn’t even wait for the water to warm up before he was in the shower scrubbing away the sweat of the day. For a moment he thought of getting one orgasm in, but the threat of the cock cage was still ringing in his ears. After the suds had all slipped down the drain, Max toweled himself off, dried his hair, and walked out into the bedroom. He groaned when he saw what was sitting on the bed. A large silicone plug was resting on the bed along with a bottle of lube, and a pair of black, silky panties. Max ran his fingers over the underwear, shuddering a little bit. The fabric was buttery soft and there was subtle lace around the edges. There had been a time when being asked to wear a pair of panties would have sent Max into a spiral of self-loathing. They had always seemed like a mark of humiliation, but at the moment they just seemed soft. Max fought down the voices in his head and sat down on the bed taking his time to coat the plug in lube and work it into his ass. Max hissed as his rim stretched around the widest part of the plug. His cock was already perking up with interest. He slid the panties up his legs, trying not to think too hard about the drop of precum already leaking, and stood pulling them up slowly. He tucked his cock into the panties and sucked in a deep breath. The silk was so soft against the sensitive, sore skin of his ass. Max gripped himself through the panties convinced he might just cum from the sensation of the tight, soft silk alone. He swallowed heavily and worked to get himself under control.

Max let out a low, “fuck”, as he took a step. The plug was making itself known pressing against the walls of his hole and the silk rubbed against his over-sensitive cock.

He held his breath as he quickly made his way down the stairs to Toto’s office. He knocked once on the door.

“Come in.”

Toto could hold in the groan of appreciation when the door swung open. The black silk stood out starkly against the pale expanses of Max’s body. He could see the thin sheen of sweat blanketing Max’s skin and the outline of Max’s hard cock.

“Toto, I-I—“

“Come here. Kneel.”

Max whimpered when he saw the pair of nipple clamps sitting on Toto’s desk. His cock felt like it was going to explode with every step.

“Max, I won’t ask again. Kneel.”

Toto rolled back from his desk and turned his chair while Max sank to his knees at Toto’s feet. He reached down and began toying with Max’s nipples, flicking and tugging at them until they were hard nubs.

“Oh fuck. Sir, don’t stop. Can I touch my cock? Please, Sir!”

“No.”

Max’s eye rolled into the back of his head as Toto attached the first nipple clamp and then the second. Max panted harshly, looking down at his red, pinched nipples. These clamps were different than the ones he had seen before. Instead of a chain connecting them, they each had a tiny bell attached to the ends. Toto flicked at one clamp, smiling at the sound of the bell and the resulting whimper.

“Max, there is more to being an alpha than just taking care of our omegas. Do you know what else alphas do for our omegas?”

“Fuck them?”

Toto chuckled, flicking both nipple clamps.

“Yes, we do also fuck our omegas and pump them full to the brim with cum.”

Max shuddered and whined unable to resist using the heel of his hand to press against his cock. There was a prominent wet spot on the panties already where the tip of Max’s cock was pressed to the silk along with a puddle of slick starting to build up behind the plug.

“Please!”

“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

Toto smiled watching Max comply instantly and he tugged at both clamps.

“We teach lessons, Max. We keep our omegas firmly in line and we teach them lessons. I figured out what the first one would be. What did you call me earlier?”

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

Max instinctively twitched, not realizing Toto was still holding the clamps. The right one pulled off making Max yelp in pain. Toto instantly secured the clamp back on despite Max’s nipple despite the whimper of protest. Toto gripped Max’s chin tightly, forcing Max to meet his gaze.

“Answer me, Max. What did you call me earlier?”

“An insufferable control freak, Sir.”

“That’s right. I think your first lesson will be about control. Today you lost control of your emotions when you had a temper tantrum. You gave up control without even a second of consideration when you decided your orgasm at the moment was more important than any consequences you might face. And you couldn’t even keep your hands off yourself a moment ago. A little bit of control is what you need. Crawl under the desk and kneel. Hands on your thighs palms up.”

Max’s cock twitched with need, and quickly made his way under the desk assuming the position on the cushion that Toto had put there in preparation. Toto ran his fingers through Max’s hair and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Sir, I’m sorry.”

“I know. This is not a punishment. It’s a lesson.”

Toto unbuttoned and unzipped his pants freeing his cock. He pumped himself firmly a few times before tapping it on Max’s lips.

“Please”, Max whispered against Toto’s cock.

“Open.”

Max opened his mouth moaning as Toto pressed forward. Max started sucking and bobbing his head until Toto dug his fingers into Max’s hair and tugged him off.

“This is a lesson in control, Max. Sucking my cock is a reward. Maybe if you learn your lesson you will earn the reward. You are going to kneel there with my cock in your mouth while I get my work done. Just stay there and keep it warm. Control yourself and stay still. If I hear the bells on the nipple clamps, this can turn into a punishment. Understand, little one?”

Max whined but nodded. He breathed through his nose and tried to stay as still as possible. Max closed his eyes and tried to keep his body still relishing the weight of Toto’s cock on his tongue. The only noise in the room was the clacking of typing and mouse clicks. Max lost track of time as drool dripped down his chin. He settled into the moment, relaxing into the position. The cushion Max was kneeling on was plush and comfortable and he allowed himself to slip into a quiet headspace. He opened his eyes looking up at Toto. Max relished the feeling for a second. On his knees, he didn’t feel subservient or less than Toto as he had always been told he would be. He felt cared for and cherished. He let the feeling wash over him, not allowing the nagging voice at the back of his head to bubble up.

“Being so good. Just a little bit longer. I have to make a couple of phone calls. Focus on staying still and silent.”

Max nodded letting his eyes slip closed again. Max’s eyes shot open in surprise when the plug started vibrating, pressing against his prostate. Max moaned as his cock throbbed, but he stayed still focusing as hard as he could. Toto gave Max a few moments to settle himself and set the vibrations to low. Toto was quick about making his calls to his engineering and marketing team. The moment he hung up he turned his phone off and cupped Max’s cheek gently.

“I’m very proud of you, little one. You did very well.”

Max practically beamed at the praise. Toto slid back groaning as his cock fell from Max’s lips. Max swallowed, working his jaw slowly, trying to relieve the soreness.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up slowly. Stretch out your legs and arms for a moment.”

Max took his time standing and stretching, shaking out each leg until the feeling had fully returned. The jingle of the bells on the nipple clamps brought Max’s mind to the stinging pain in his chest. Toto sat back admiring every curve and plane of Max’s lithe body.

“How are you feeling, Max?”

“A little fuzzy.”

Toto nodded and gently reached out tracing the line of Max’s cock which was straining against the silk.

“These do look lovely on you. I might like the idea of keeping you in panties all the time.”

Max groaned, trying to decide if he loved or hated the idea.

“S-s-sir—“

“Patience is part of control, Max.”

Toto stood capturing Max’s mouth in a kiss.

“Toto, please make me cum. It hurts.”

“I know, little one. Soon. Lay over my lap.”

Max lay into what was starting to become a familiar position being careful not to brush the clamps against anything. Toto peeled the panties down until they settled just under Max’s cheeks and he pushed Max’s right leg out spreading the omega wide.

“I was good!”

“Shhh. Not a punishment, remember?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Toto cupped Max’s cheek and gave him a gentle smack.

“There is one thing I’ve learned about you, Max. As much as you deny it, your body gives you away. You like being spanked.”

A blush crept over Max’s face. He had realized how much he enjoyed it after the first time, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit it to himself.

“I—“

“I don’t need you to tell me what I can see”, Toto interrupted.

Toto pressed on the end of the plug that was still humming in Max’s hole. Toto lay down five more gentle smacks, reigniting the heat from before. Max couldn’t contain the high-pitched keen that escaped when Toto grabbed the end of the plug and tugged until it was halfway out before letting it sink back into the base. Toto alternated between gentle smacks and pulling the plug halfway out before burying it again. Max’s vision was swimming. The line between pleasure and pain was blurring. Whines and moans fell from Max’s lips uncontrollably. It wasn’t long before Max was begging.

“Please! Please please, please Sir!”

“No, Max.”

Toto dug his fingers into Max’s hair and wrenched his head back and he continued his ministrations until Max’s entire body was shaking. He released Max’s head which lolled down. Tears were flowing freely down Max’s face. Toto gently worked the plug completely free, setting it down on the desk before plunging his fingers into the wet, waiting hole. He quickly found Max’s prostate and pressed his fingers into it. Max howled and jolted violently. Max’s cock rubbed against the silky panties. Max couldn’t help himself, he began to rut desperately. Toto landed a hard smack.

“No, Max. Only on my fingers.”

Max whimpered, “I can’t!”

“You will. Control your body. You have five seconds.”

Toto pressed and rubbed into Max’s prostate mercilessly.

“Sir!”

“Five.”

Max shuddered, his breath coming out in short pants.

“Four.”

His body was strung as tight as a bow.

“Three.”

Every nerve was firing inside Max.

“Two.”

His vision was getting even fuzzier.

“One.”

Max screamed as he came shaking as he spurted all over the panties soaking them with more cum than Max thought possible. He screamed through the aftershocks as his body shuddered. Toto pulled his fingers out rubbing and massaging over Max’s ass gently letting his omega come down.

“So good. You did so well. I’m so proud of you. Come here.”

A sob bubbled out of Max’s throat as the tears poured down his face. Toto slowly manhandled Max up and into a snuggle.

“Toto—“

“No need for words right now. Take your time coming down. Deep breaths. Let it all out.”

Max closed his eyes and let another sob out. Toto held him through it, letting Max work through the come-down from subspace.

Chapter 15: Waking Up In Toto's Bed

April 22nd

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max yawned and stretched out before looking over at the empty side of the bed next to him. He sat up admiring the sunrise over the rolling hills. Toto’s bed was more comfortable than the guest room Max had justified why he had ended up falling asleep in Toto’s bed every night since the day they had gone to testing. Max’s items had filled the nightstand and his clothing had migrated to the empty side of the closet. He got up and brushed his teeth quickly, giving his morning erection a quick stroke. The memories of riding Toto until they had both passed out the night before made Max groan. He washed his face and brushed his teeth quickly. His knees wobbled as the plug nestled between his cheeks began vibrating. He gripped the bathroom counter tightly and looked over to the doorway where Toto was casually leaning with the plug’s remote in his hand. Toto pushed off the wall and walked into the closet, returning a moment later with a pair of light blue silk panties hanging from his finger. Max gritted his teeth tightly.

“Over the side of the bed.”

Toto retreated to the bedroom and Max had to actively resist running. Max bent over the side of the bed settling his face into the covers and clasping his hands behind his back and wiggling his ass.

“So good for me.”

Toto pressed his clothed erection against Max’s hip, earning him a needy whine. The vibrations stopped and a solid spank landed echoing through the room.

“Toto!”

Max pressed his ass out even further wiggling again. Toto gently worked the plug free grinning at the stream of cum from their previous night’s fun leaking out. He took his time scooping it out and pressing his fingers to Max’s mouth to clean. He repeated the process gently fucking his fingers into Max’s waiting mouth with a new load of cum every few seconds. Toto grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and wet it with warm water before wiping Max’s hole clean. He brought the plug to the bathroom and cleaned it thoroughly before tossing the washcloth in the hamper. He returned to Max’s side caressing Max’s ass and landing two more solid spanks.

“Get dressed. We’re going back to Milton Keynes today. Christian wants you for more testing before the weekend.”

Toto retrieved Max’s tightest pair of jeans and a Red Bull polo, placing them on the bed next to the panties. Max stood there staring at the clothes on the bed.

“That’s not funny, Toto! I can’t wear those to work! What if someone sees?”

Max’s entire face was covered in a blush as he picked up the panties and held them out for Toto to take back. The rise of adrenaline at the thought of being caught and the embarrassment of it went to war in Max’s head.

“You can and you will.”

Toto crowded into Max’s space before shoving him back onto the bed and climbing on top. He kissed Max deeply.

“Toto”, Max whined.

“You will because knowing what’s under those jeans will keep both of us hard and ready for the moment we get back here. And if you wear them and behave yourself today when we get back you can have as many orgasms as you want.”

“Deal!”

Max wrapped his arms around Toto’s neck dragging the alpha into another deep kiss as he lifted his hips and ground his cock into Toto’s clothed crotch. The roughness of Toto’s jeans was slightly painful but Max needed friction. Toto gripped Max’s hips tight enough to bruise and pinned him back to the bed.

“When we get back, Max.”

“Both, Toto”, Max parroted back diving in for another kiss.

“You’re a horny little brat, aren’t you?”

“Can’t keep up, old man?”

“What did I just say about behaving, Max.”

“Can’t help it when I’m horny!”

Toto quickly flipped Max over and swatted at his already pink ass ten times.

Max lifted his ass into the air and wiggled it again teasingly looking over his shoulder, “More please, Sir.”

Toto rolled his eyes and landed ten more hard swats.

“Be good, brat.”

“Why would I when this is what I get, old man?”

“Don’t push me, Max, or this will go from play to punishment. As much as you like my hand, I can happily switch to the belt.”

Max shuddered remembering the painful welts that lasted for days.

“No, Sir! I’m good!”

Toto gave Max two more hard swats relishing in the jiggle of Max’s ass.

“Now get dressed and meet me downstairs.”

Toto couldn’t resist one more swat before he went to the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee. Max sighed happily reaching back to rub at the lingering handprints. He stood and slid the panties on, groaning at the thought of going out in public wearing them, never mind to work. His jeans did nothing to hide his erection and Toto had picked the tightest polo Max owned. He made his way down to the kitchen following the smell of eggs and sausage. Toto hummed in appreciation when he saw Max and slid a cup of coffee and a plate across the counter.

Chapter 16: Back To Milton Keynes

April 22nd

Red Bull Racing Headquarters
Milton Keynes, England

The thirty-five-minute car ride was filled with comfortable silence and softly playing music. Max’s erection had waned but he could feel the blood rushing south as they approached the gate. The silk of the panties was ever-present. Toto reached over, placing a hand on Max’s thigh and squeezing it firmly. The gate opened immediately and Christian was waiting for them outside again. Max rolled his eyes watching both Toto’s and Christian’s hands go white at the firmness of their handshake. He gave Christian a quick hug and led the trio inside the compound. GP was waiting for them once again in the simulation room.

“Good to see you, Max. Ready for next weekend?”

“Always!”

Max clapped GP on the back and settled himself into the simulator. Baku’s street circuit was challenging, especially because Red Bull’s car thrived on the straightaways, not the corners. Max ran through the race from multiple start positions, managing to improve his time by milliseconds. He sat for hours taking in GP’s advice for minor adjustments to settings. His stomach began to grumble angrily around noon.

“Lunch?”

“Yeah, this is a great time to break”, GP replied, shutting the computers down.

GP eyed Toto wearily as he shut everything down. Toto smirked and walked over, holding out his hand to help Max out of the seat. Max turned red when he realized his jeans had slipped down; the blue silk was visible above the waistband. He yanked his pants up, peeking over to Christian who was too deep into a hushed discussion with GP to have noticed. Toto grinned devilishly.

“I don’t think they saw, but does that excite you to know they might have?”

Max shoved at Toto’s chest with a dramatic eye roll.

“Behave, Max”, Toto whispered.

“You behave, Toto.”

They both chuckled and walked over to Christian whose discussion stopped abruptly.

“GP is going to run home for lunch with his wife. Would you two like to have lunch in my office?”

Toto had wanted a bit of alone time to tease and kiss Max more, but he knew there was something else behind the invitation.

“Of course, Christian.”

Max stretched dramatically, “Come on you two. I’m starving!”

Christian led the way to his top-floor office and sat at the head of the small table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Toto and Max sat next to each other on the other side of the table, both looking at Christian.

“I figured the three of us should discuss protocols for next weekend.”

Toto nodded.

“Protocols or rules”, Max asked with a raised eyebrow.

Toto leaned back in his chair as the corners of his mouth rose in a smirk.

Christian cleared his throat, “Rules I suppose. I can’t have Toto Wolff walking in the front door of our hospitality suite without raising suspicions. I am going to cordon off a back entrance. Max, your driver's room will be moved to the first floor. I have already spoken to the head of our security detail. We have assigned a guard to Max, who you will both be communicating with as you come and go. Of course, the guard will stay with Max; however, he will also be responsible for clearing the hallway as you come and go, Toto. In addition, Max will be provided with scent nullifying spray to keep the questions to a minimum.”

Max and Toto nodded along. They had had a discussion earlier in the day and they had both come up with similar ideas.

“I will stay hidden”, Toto quipped.

A light blush tinted Christian’s cheeks, “In addition, there will be no—um—we’ll just say funny business on Red Bull property which includes the hospitality suite.”

Toto couldn’t hold in the laugh that burst from his chest, “You don’t get a say on when and where we fuck, Christian.”

Max dug his elbow into Toto’s side resulting in a satisfying grunt of pain.

Christian huffed in annoyance, “I’m serious, Toto. I will not have Max distracted during the race weekend.”

Toto grumbled but nodded, “fine.”

“Other than that, no visible marks and no punishments the week before the race.”

Max couldn’t keep a chuckle of amusement when he looked over at Toto’s face.

“I mean if those are the rules we agree to them, don’t we, Toto?”

Toto’s look of frustration turned from stormy to a satisfied smirk.

“Fine, Christian, but you will be renting us a house for the duration of the race weekend.”

“No way, Toto! A standard hotel room will be fine.”

“Christian, if my experience with Max is anything to go by, he will be screaming for hours on Sunday night accounting for a plethora of offenses. Would you like to answer those questions when he wakes the entire hotel?”

“Toto”, Max squeaked out.

Max’s entire face was a bright shade of red and he moved to dig his elbow back into Toto’s side but his arm was caught in a tight grip. Toto leaned over pressing his lips to Max’s ear and lowering his voice to a whisper.

“If you elbow me again I will turn you over my knee and take your pants down right here and now, Max.”

Max cleared his throat nervously and squirmed in his seat feeling the ever-present silkiness caress his cock.

“Fine. A house, Toto.”

Christian looked uncomfortable, but satisfied with the conversation. Toto nodded once and leaned back in his chair. An awkward silence settled over the room as Christian retrieved the in-building catering menu from his desk and passed it across to Toto and Max. They all quickly made their lunch choices and Christian called it down to the chef. After another few minutes of all three men scrolling through their phones, Christian announced he would go down to retrieve the food. As soon as the door clicked closed, Toto tossed his phone down and yanked Max into his lap. Their lips met in a kiss and Toto’s hands slid down the back of Max’s pants.

“Toto, please, more”, Max whined when Toto pressed one finger into Max’s hole.

“No time, little one. And we are on Red Bull property so I can’t bury my cock into your greedy hole, but the moment we get home you’re going to take off everything but those panties and I am going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Understand?”

Max shuddered and ground back into Toto’s finger. Toto pulled his finger out and licked it clean of Max’s slick with a smile.

“I’m so hard it hurts, Sir.”

Toto squeezed both of Max’s cheeks and slapped both.

“I promised you orgasms if you behave yourself, remember? Those elbows were strikes one and two. If you get a third strike you will be plugged and caged until we leave for Baku.”

Max whined and thrust his hips up searching for friction.

“I’ll be good. I promise! I’ll be good.”

Toto kissed Max again and patted his hip, “My good boy. Back in your chair before Christian comes back.”

Max’s cock was straining against his jeans painfully, but he obeyed knowing the reward would be worth the wait. Christian entered the room a moment later and groaned as soon as he opened the door. Max’s face was flushed, and Toto was grinning from ear to ear.

“Toto, this is Red Bull property! And my office!”

Toto crossed his arms over his chest with a satisfied smirk, “We may need you to define funny business for us, Christian.”

Exasperation painted every inch of Christian’s face as he slid two salads across the table.

“Penetration, Toto! Funny business is penetration!”

“Thank you for the clarification.”

“Do fingers count, Christian?”

Max grinned maliciously and brought his fingers to his mouth obscenely licking a drip of dressing from his index finger. Toto almost choked on a piece of lettuce and Christian just about fell out of his chair.

“Yes, Max! Fingers count!”

“What about toys?”

Christian’s eyeballs looked as if they were going to pop out of his head as he sputtered.

“Enough questions, before you give Christian an aneurysm.”

Max chuckled and went back to his salad with a grin. Toto shook his head and squeezed Max’s knee. All three ate their lunches in silence and returned to the simulator room together just as GP was walking down the hallway. Toto took his seat at the back of the room while Max got back to work.

A few hours later Toto and Max were back in the car on their way home. A few minutes after clearing the gate, Toto pulled off to the side of a quiet road and dragged Max into a kiss.

“Open your pants and take your cock out.”

Max whined into Toto’s mouth and wrestled his cock past the silk and tight jeans with a sigh of relief.

“Toto, what if someone sees?”

“They won’t. I want you to play with yourself for me, little one.”

Max bit at Toto’s lip and started stroking it with a relieved moan.

“Thank you, Sir. Can I cum? Already close!”

“No.”

Max whimpered.”

“Please—“

“No. You’re going to keep yourself on edge the rest of the ride home. If you cum my threat from earlier still stands.”

Max’s back bowed as he huffed with frustration. He dragged his hand slowly up and down his painfully hard cock. Toto grinned and steered back onto the road. Max spent the entire ride shuddering and whining desperately. Every time he was on the edge he would utter out a desperate plea only to be shot down. Max was sweating and tearing up by the time Toto pulled into the driveway of Meadowbank Lodge.

Chapter 17: Toto's Desk

April 22nd

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Both Toto and Max were out of the car and in the house within minutes. Max immediately ripped his shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans off before he threw himself into Toto’s arms, grinding his hips forward.

“You’ve been so good. I believe I promised you orgasms. Where do you want me, little one?”

“Inside me. Now. Your office.”

Toto gripped Max by the back of his thighs and lifted him, carrying Max into the office.

“Over the desk.”

Max swept his arm over the top of Toto’s desk sending everything flying before laying his chest down and reaching back to take off his panties.

“No, no. Leave them on.”

Max whined and spread his legs as wide as possible.

“Please, Toto. You promised.”

“I promised you orgasms, little one, and you will get them.”

A long groan escaped Max’s parted lips and he dipped his back reaching forward to grip the opposite edge of the desk. Toto kissed his way down Max’s spine earning a shudder of appreciation.

“Need you to fuck me.”

Toto growled and grabbed at Max’s panties pulling them to one side so hard the fabric tore slightly. He grabbed at Max’s cheeks and parted them. Slick was already starting to leak from Max’s hole and Toto couldn’t wait. He pulled his cock free and pushed in all the way. Max moaned and dug his nails into the wood of the desk at the stretch.

“Hard, Toto. Fuck me hard. Please, Sir!”

“You’re so beautiful and perfect. I’ll never get over how well you take my cock.”

Toto pulled back and snapped his hips forward so forcefully Max was pushed onto his tiptoes. Every inch of Max’s body was covered in sweat.

“Please please please!”

Toto pistoned into Max slamming Max’s hips into the hard edge of the desk on every thrust.

“So good, so tight”, Toto whispered through gritted teeth.

“Close! So close, Sir. Please touch me.”

Toto leaned forward and wrapped his hand around Max’s throat. A choked gasp was the only noise Max could make as Toto pressed his fingers into Max’s pulse points. He reached down, stroking Max through the silk.

“Cum on my cock, little one. Ruin those pretty panties of yours.”

Max’s body shook violently as he came undone in Toto’s arms, letting out a silent scream. Toto removed his fingers from Max’s pulse points but kept his hand wrapped firmly around Max’s throat. Toto didn’t even slow down, shoving his cock in and out as fast as he could as an incoherent stream of whines flowed from Max’s mouth. He could feel the walls of Max’s holes fluttering again.

“T-T-Toto, gonna—“

“Are you going to cum again already, baby?”

Max nodded as his eyes rolled back in his head. Toto used his free hand to rub harder at Max’s cock. The drag of silk and cum felt heavenly and a minute later Max was shaking violently and cumming with a low groan. Toto finally slowed and pulled out, earning a half-hearted whine of protest.

“I’m going to grab a few things from upstairs. Stay.”

Max let his heels fall to the floor and his back straightened as he tried to catch his breath. Toto smacked his hand down on the back of Max’s thigh.

“Fuck!”

“Stay means stay in position.”

Max rose back onto his toes and dipped his back again. Toto dragged his nails across the pink handprint and made his way up to the bedroom. He took his time to pick through the wide array of toys. Toto stopped in the kitchen to grab a few water bottles before returning to the office. He couldn’t help stopping in the doorway to admire Max’s body. He could see Max’s calves shaking with the effort to keep himself up on his toes.

“You can come down for a minute while I set up.”

Max sighed in relief, stepping forward and resting his heels on the carpet.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Because this is a reward, not a punishment we’re going to use the color system tonight. When I ask for your color I need you to be honest with me, little one. Green means continue, yellow means slow down and red means stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I have a few new toys I think you’ll like.”

Toto knelt behind Max and wrapped a cuff around each ankle before clipping them to opposite sides of a spreader bar. Toto made his way to the other side of the desk, leaning down to kiss Max’s forehead before placing cuffs around each wrist as well and clipping them to each other. Toto grabbed a length of rope and looped it through the cuffs before passing it under the desk and tying it off to the spreader bar. Max shuffled his feet, gulping at the realization that he was so tightly bound there was only an inch of give.

“What is your color, Max?”

“Green.”

“Good boy. Back up on your toes.”

Max instantly obeyed and looked over his shoulder. Toto picked up a flogger and twirled it in his hand. Max bit down on his bottom lip and dropped his head waiting for the sting.

“Oh.”

Instead of the expected sting, the flogger landed with a heavy thud on Max’s lower back. The flogger landed twice more across Max’s ass.

“How does that feel, little one?”

“Good, Sir. Heavy”, Max panted out.

Toto hummed in agreement before landing the flogger ten more times down Max’s ass and thighs at a slow pace. The ache reverberated through Max’s body, spreading a warmth deep into his bones. Toto paused to run his hands over every red area as well as down to Max’s calves which had started quivering again with the strain of remaining on his toes. Toto pulled Max’s cheeks apart and licked at Max’s hole.

“Ooh, Toto. Fuck yes!”

Toto pressed his tongue in lapping up every drop of slick as Max squirmed as much as the ties allowed. Toto ripped the panties off the rest of the way throwing them onto the floor and freeing Max’s cock which has already at full mast. Toto pressed two fingers in while he continued to lap at Max’s rim. He quickly found Max’s prostate and pressed into it rubbing in tiny circles. His other hand wrapped around Max’s cock and stroked.

“So good for me. Are you close?”

“Yes, Sir. So close. Can I?”

“Cum for me.”

Max screamed into the hardwood as he shot his load all over the side of Toto’s desk. His legs shook from exhaustion.

“Can I come down, Sir? Please can I come down?”

“Not yet, little one. Stay up for me for one more minute.”

Toto rose to his feet and returned to the toy pile to retrieve Max’s favorite vibrating plug. He took his time easing it in and working the widest part of Max’s tight ring of muscle.

Max’s voice was shaking just as hard as the rest of his body, “Oooh, Sir.”

“Still so tight for me no matter what I do. You can come down now.”

Max whimpered as he shuffled forward and lowered his heels back down to the floor. He let his body go limp as his breath came out in shallow pants.

“T-thank you, Sir.”

“Color?”

“Yellow. Need a minute.”

“Do you want to be untied?”

“No. I’m all right. Just need a minute."

Toto gently ran his hands over every inch of Max’s body admiring the marks the flogger left behind. He inspected the ankle cuffs, making sure they weren’t biting into the delicate skin before he moved around to Max’s front squatting down to meet Max’s eyes.

“You’re doing so good for me. So perfect. So beautiful.”

Toto leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to Max’s temple. He grabbed the water bottle and held Max’s chin as he tipped small sips of water into Max’s mouth. When the bottle of water was empty, Toto stood and rolled his chair over to sit down. He leaned back and combed his hands through Max’s hair gently.

“Green, Sir.”

“One more minute.”

Max nodded and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths through his nose. Toto stroked his thumb over Max’s lips and leaned down for a kiss. After a solid minute of silence, Toto stood and returned to the toy pile to grab a riding crop before standing in front of Max again. He tapped the slapper under Max’s chin until their eyes met.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, baby. I want you to keep your hand on my thigh and if it becomes too much I want you to tap my leg twice. If I feel teeth, you’re going to feel how badly this crop stings. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Max opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out eagerly. Toto smiled and popped open the button on his pants, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs. After a couple of strokes, Toto stepped forward, pressing into Max’s mouth. Toto stopped when he felt Max gag.

“Breathe through it. All the way.”

Max did his best to relax his throat, looking up at Toto when he felt ready. Toto pressed forward again, slowly feeding Max his cock inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in Max’s throat.

“Fuck. That feels so good.”

Drool dripped down Max’s chin as he tried not to choke. Toto pulled back slightly before pressing in again. Max sputtered around Toto’s cock. Toto pulled back again giving Max a moment before thrusting forward again. Toto let out a low groan and started thrusting faster. A sharp snap of the crop and a gurgled yelp rang out.

“Teeth, little one.”

Toto wound his free hand into Max’s hair and worked his cock in and out of Max’s throat, relishing the noises Max was making. Toto slowed for a moment with his cock down Max’s throat, holding it there until Max started tapping frantically. Toto pulled back just enough to allow Max to cough around Toto’s thick cock. Toto used the distraction to reach over and press the button on the remote for the vibrating plug. Max jumped as much as the binds would allow, earning him another sharp crack of the crop. Toto pushed the vibrations to the highest level and shoved his cock back in growling at the vibrations of Max’s moans of pleasure.

“You take pain so prettily, baby. You’re getting five.”

Max whined desperately meeting Toto’s eyes. Toto raised the crop and sent it flying hard into Max’s ass. The muffled shout of pain set off another round of choking. Toto thrust in and out a few times, letting Max settle himself again before landing the crop soundly on the other cheek. Toto landed the crop twice more in quick succession before pulling out. Tears rolled in rivers down Max’s cheeks.

“Last one.”

Max nodded and sniffled.

Toto buried his cock and let the crop fly landing it right on the end of the plug. Max’s whole body convulsed as he came. Toto slowly stepped back and grabbed his cock by the base to prevent himself from cumming too. He sat back down in his chair, sucking in a deep breath, taking in how wrecked Max looked. Max’s eyes were glassy and distant.

“One more, baby?”

Max nodded slowly, surprised at how raspy his voice sounded, “please”.

Toto moved to take the cuffs off but Max shook his head no. Their eyes met and Toto nodded before walking around the desk. He couldn’t help but press his finger into one of the welts the crop left behind.

“Ooow!”

“The crop stings, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it fucking stings!”

Toto grabbed the crop and landed two more on each cheek.

“OW!”

“I don’t think any amount of beating will get rid of that bratty streak though.”

Max giggled through his groans of pain and shook his head.

“No, Sir.”

“Maybe one day I’ll try.”

Max shuddered. Toto put the crop down and worked the plug out instantly sinking all the way in with a satisfied groan. Toto couldn’t handle waiting any longer and set a brutal, rough pace. He gripped Max’s hips tightly and yanked Max’s body back into his. Toto reached down and stroked Max twice before he could feel the omega’s hole clench with another orgasm.

“So good.”

Toto moaned and thrust once more before he could feel his knot start to form. Max shook as his body stretched to accommodate the knot. His head was swimming. Toto panted as he filled Max’s hole with cum.

“When my knot goes down, we are taking a bath, then a nap.”

“Did I wear you out?”

“Did you know you can cum dry and that you are on your last strike?”

Max let out a panicked gasp and Toto chuckled.

Chapter 18: Opening Up

April 23rd

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max chewed on his bottom lip and looked up at Dr. Baker who was putting away her stethoscope in her bag. He was perched on the end of the bed with his legs crossed.

“It’s been over two weeks since your last shot, Max. Your body has recovered remarkably well considering the circumstances. Your hormone levels are still elevated, but they have settled down. Physically I can recommend a return to work, but I must insist you are careful. Take it easy on your workouts leading up to the race and you need to be as hydrated as possible. What about your other withdrawal symptoms?”

Max hummed in agreement and shifted his eyes to look out the window at the sprawling grounds.

“The nausea is more sporadic than it was last week.”

Dr. Baker sat down in the chair by the windows and studied Max carefully.

“And the headaches?”

“One or two but nothing some ibuprofen couldn’t resolve.”

Dr. Baker nodded.

“And your emotional state?”

Max stared down at his feet and shifted uncomfortably.

“I feel different.”

Dr. Baker paused waiting for Max to continue, but he sat there silently contemplating how much he wanted to open up to the doctor. Over the past couple of weeks, she had been nothing but kind and caring to Max and he had appreciated her patience and discretion. He had grown fond of her, but he wasn’t sure how honest he could be with both himself and the doctor. The lingering fear from his earlier years was still trying to claw its way out.

“Different?”

“My body feels different.”

Dr. Baker raised an eyebrow.

“Different how?”

Max swallowed around the lump in his throat. He could feel the words forming before he could stop them.

“I’m lighter. It’s like the weight that’s been on my chest has lifted. But at the same time, I feel grounded. It’s like I could float away but Toto is tethering me to the ground, but not in a bad way. I don’t feel bound. I feel held. But I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be held. Part of me wants to be in his arms every moment of the day but there’s still a voice in my head that is telling me that leaning on another person is a weakness and that I’m risking my career by letting myself be vulnerable. How can I trust Toto to not fuck me over? And then there’s my body. It’s as if he’s a magnet. I feel pulled to him in a way I can’t even explain. It will sound insane, but everything just clicks when he touches me. I used to feel like I was constantly shattering into pieces. I used to be able to put myself back together, but now I don’t feel like I can do that for myself anymore. But I also don’t have to do it myself. He puts me back together, but what happens when he leaves? What happens when he realizes I’m worthless and I can’t make him happy?”

Max ground the heels of his hands into his eyes and pulled his knees up to his chest. Dr. Baker sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair.

“Max, what makes you think that Toto will leave?”

“He will.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

He lowered his hands and wrapped his arms around his legs as if he was trying to physically hold himself together. His brain tried to wrap itself around the possibility that Toto would stay.

“I’m not good enough. I’m not obedient. I’m not enough of an omega. He’ll get tired of me. I’m not what he’s looking for. I can’t be.”

“Have you asked him what he’s looking for?”

“Not exactly.”

“Have you asked him why he volunteered?”

“He said it was because he cared.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe him?”

Max shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of Dr. Baker’s gaze. He could practically hear his father’s voice.

Omegas are good until they are spent. Once they are broken they are useless.

“I don’t know.”

“Max, you have spent far too long being told what or who you are, but have you ever thought about who you would like to be? What would it mean about you if Toto stayed?”

He huffed out a deep breath.

“I don’t know!”

“Max, I haven’t known you very long, but from what I’ve seen you have tied your identity very firmly to your omega orientation while simultaneously drowning that piece of yourself in suppressants. It seems as if you’ve decided your worth on being an omega. You’ve embraced these conflicting ideas that being an omega is weak, but now that you have experienced what being an omega means you are struggling to rationalize what embracing that side would mean. You have had the question of what being an omega means weighing on you for so long that I’m not sure you’ve had a chance to consider who you are. Outside of being an omega who is Max?”

“I’m a driver. I’m a four-time world champion. I’m the fastest driver in the world.”

“That’s your job, Max. Who are you?”

Max thought for a long moment then whispered, “I don’t think I know.”

“Have you considered that being an omega is not as much of a definition as you’ve assumed?”

Chapter 19: The Azerbaijan Grand Prix

April 25th

Baku City Circuit
Baku, Azerbaijan

Max strolled through the paddock, fist-bumping and greeting fellow drivers, crew members, and staff. His bodyguard, John, followed a few steps behind. He clocked Toto talking to Lewis outside of the Mercedes trailer. The discussion was getting heated, and Max couldn’t help but get closer.

“Lewis, there is nothing we can do about it for the weekend.”

“Well, something has to be done. Red Bull is going to fly past us if we don’t—Max.”

Lewis had caught sight of Max and abruptly ended the conversation. The two shared a firm handshake.

“Lewis. How was your break?”

“Relaxing. Your’s”

Max smirked for a moment, “enlightening.”

He could feel Toto’s eyes boring into the side of his head, but Max didn’t spare him a glance.

“Enlightening?”

“Yes, I started doing yoga. Working on my flexibility and core strength.”

Lewis let out a surprised laugh and clapped Max on the shoulder, “Good for you, Max. Not getting any younger.”

“You would know. I’ve got to head to the press bay, but we’ll catch up at the driver meeting?”

“Sounds good, Max.”

The two drivers hugged briefly.

“Max.”

“Toto.”

The two met eyes for a moment before Toto shook his head and turned away to enter the Mercedes building. Max turned back to look at John, his bodyguard, who shook his head disapprovingly.

“You are incredible.”

“You’re not the first to tell me that!”

Max chuckled and made his way to the press bay for an interview. His mind was still wandering through his conversation with Dr. Baker. Over the past few days, he had been grappling with her questions. He met a member of Red Bull’s publicist team who instantly began babbling about the approved queries and responses.

“Yes, yes. I know, Emma.”

“Max, Christian was very specific about—“

“Let’s get this over with.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed before she walked over to retrieve the journalist. Max could smell her a mile away. The overwhelming scent of another omega made Max want to gag, not to mention she was dressed as scantily as the local laws deemed decent. She promptly held out her hand with a sweet smile.

“Max, it’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Amanda Becker from UK Racing Monthly Magazine. I’ve been trying to get this interview for a year.”

It took approximately two seconds of questions for Max to decide he didn’t like this woman.

“So Max, after 2021, many British fans wanted to know if you agree with the sentiment that you stole the championship from Lewis.”

Max rolled his eyes.

“We went racing, and that is all I will say about 2021.”

Amanda nodded but gave the cameraman a disappointed look. She was hoping for a stronger reaction.

“There have been rumors that you haven’t been seen around Red Bull Headquarters since Australia, Max. A source has even stated that the building was cleared the two times you have been there to protect a new mate. Is this true?”

Max’s eyes widened.

Max and Emma both answered at the same time, “No comment.”

Emma cleared her throat and stepped forward, “That was not on the approved list of questions, Ms. Becker.”

“Oh, common. Max was seen with Kelly Piquet last year, but Kelly is confirmed to be back with Daniil Kvyat. Our readers are just wondering if there’s a new omega in Max’s life or if he’s on the market.”

“Your readers or you, Ms. Becker,” Max spat back.

“Both”, she answered, batting her eyelashes in what she thought was seductive.

“I’m taken.”

Emma quickly stepped into the frame, “we’re done here. Camera off. Now.”

Amanda looked disappointed but nodded to the cameraman, who instantly turned the camera off.

“It’s fine. I got what I wanted anyway.”

Emma shook her head and quickly led Max away from the press pen.

“Max, this is why I wanted to go over the approved questions and answers!”

“She was trying to throw herself at me!”

Emma let out an exasperated huff. Max’s phone began chiming in his pocket with incoming text messages. Emma was furiously tapping away already with responses as they made their way back through the door of the Red Bull mobile headquarters. Max only made it two steps in the door before practically running face-first into Christian.

“Hey, Boss.”

“My office. Now.”

Max rolled his eyes dramatically, “it’s not a big deal. It was one comment in one interview.”

“Now, Max!”

Christian led the way up the stairs and opened the door, gesturing for Max to enter.

“It’s not that big of a deal! It was one comment!”

Christian leaned against his desk and folded his arms over his chest.

“One comment that means the cameras will be trained on you 24/7 trying to figure out who your new mate is! Your one comment made everyone’s jobs harder.”

Max flopped down onto the couch and huffed. He shouldn’t have commented, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, Christian. I shouldn’t have let her get to me, but she was—“

“Years of media training, Max! You know how to deal with that!”

“I know! I said I’m sorry! What more do you want me to say?”

Christian let out a grunt of disbelief.

“I want you to understand the severity of the thin line you are walking!”

“I get it, Christian.”

“You don’t! The FIA will have both of our heads on platters if this comes out.”

The familiar burn of anger was starting to rise in Max.

“I said I get it! What else can I say? I’m fucking sorry!”

Christian ground his teeth, trying to keep his temper in check.

“From now on, you answer approved questions with approved answers. The driver’s meeting is starting soon. Go.”

Max huffed angrily and stormed out of Christian’s office. A tension headache was already starting to rear its ugly head. Max shoved past people without abandon, making his way to the FIA building. The conference room was already filled with drivers clamoring around the snack table.

“Maxy, how was your break?”

“Fine, Charlie.”

Charles Leclerc huffed at the nickname and playfully punched Max’s arm.

“You all right?”

“I said I’m fine.”

Charles shook his head and grabbed a protein bar. He had known Max long enough not to press further when Max was clearly in a mood. Max’s head pulsed angrily. He hoped the driver meeting would be quick. Natalie Robyn, the CEO of the FIA, took her place at the front of the room.

“Take your seats, please. We will keep this brief.”

Max settled at the back of the room and slumped down in his chair. Natalie briefed them on start times and general rules for the circuit.

“This will also be the first race to debut the sprint race format. I expect it to generate plenty of press questions. Remember to highlight the excitement this will generate. Thank you, gentlemen; let’s have a great weekend.”

Max met Natalie’s eyes briefly, and she nodded once at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared back. She sighed and quickly exited the room. Max immediately went for the door, but Lance Stroll blocked his path.

“So who is it, Max?”

“What?”

Lance flipped his phone around showing an open tweet that was looping Max’s claiming to be taken.

“Come on, champ. Where did you find her? Him? Them?”

Lance laughed, and Max cringed. Max’s head throbbed angrily.

“Get out of my way, Lance.”

“You’d think getting your dick sucked by some cute little omega slut would make you less of an asshole. Is your omega not enough for you, champ? I’m sure you could pick up a second. Or even a third. I wouldn’t be surprised if you need a whole harem to keep you satisfied.”

“What did you say to me?”

Max saw red, and his fist flew into Lance’s cheek before he knew it. Lance grunted in pain, stepping back and clutching at his face. The sound of the commotion had alerted the rest of the drivers and they had all moved to pull the two apart. In an instant, Max was being held back by Lando and Charles as he fought to get his hands back on Lance’s smug grin.

“Fernando, get Lance out of here,” Lewis shouted.

“Oh common, Lewis, let them blow off some steam.”

Lewis fixed Fernando with a firm glare.

“Fine.”

Fernando dragged Lance, who was babbling about his lawyers, out of the room.

“Show’s over. Everyone out”, Lewis announced.

While Lewis had no real authority over the rest of the drivers, he had amassed enough respect that it was obeyed when he gave an order. Max huffed in annoyance, dusting himself off as soon as Lando and Charles released him and met Lewis’s eyes. The rest of the drivers quickly filed out, muttering amongst themselves. The moment they were alone in the room, Lewis sat back down and leveled Max with a glare.

“Save the lecture for another time, Lewis. I’m not in the mood.”

“I was not going to lecture you, Max. I was going to ask if you’re all right. It was a matter of time before Lance’s mouth got him punched.”

“I’m fine.”

“You told Charles the same lie.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“It’s not the truth.”

Max chewed at the inside of his cheek.

“I’m working through some personal issues. I will be fine.”

Lewis nodded, “you look better, Max.”

“Are you hitting on me?”

They both laughed, and the tension in the room relaxed slightly.

“No, Max. I’m just saying that the yoga does seem to be helping. You look healthier than I’ve seen you in years.”

“Yoga? Oh yes! The yoga.”

“Try some extra meditation and try not to punch anyone else.”

Max nodded, and they both exited the room. Max’s head was still aching, but the flare of rage had settled. With an eyebrow raised, John waited outside the door but didn’t comment. They made their way out of the FIA’s building and into the sunshine. Max was still reeling.

“Max.”

Toto gripped Max’s upper arm tightly and dragged the omega down one of the alleys between two buildings until they were far from prying eyes. John crossed his arms over his chest and stood guard at the end of the alleyway.

“Not now, Toto!”

“Excuse me?”

“Not. Now.”

Toto yanked Max forward and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go despite Max’s incessant squirming. Toto pressed his lips to Max’s ear.

“Talk to me, Max. Something’s wrong. Tell me.”

A full-body shudder passed through Max. Toto’s voice had dropped to a lower octave, and it felt like a warm rush of relief. His body settled almost instantly.

“I fucked up today in an interview.”

“What happened?”

“I may have announced that I’m taken on camera.”

Toto sighed heavily and pulled back to look into Max’s eyes.

“That wasn’t the wisest choice.”

“And I may have punched Lance in the face.”

“You did what?”

“He’ll be fine!”

Toto shook his head and pressed his lips to Max’s forehead.

“When you are done for the day, you’ll return to the house. I want you naked and kneeling on the bed with your back to the door, hands behind your back. We’ll discuss this later.”

Max whined and shifted slightly to press his cock into Toto’s thigh. There was something about Toto’s presence that made Max hard and needy. Toto reached down and gripped Max’s ass tightly, pulling their hips together before capturing Max’s mouth in a kiss. Their hips slotted together, and they both rotated their hips, grinding together in slow circular motions. They broke apart, both gasping for breath.

“I’m going to cum in my pants if we keep going.”

“Don’t. If you cum before I get my hands on you tonight, you won’t be cumming until we get home.”

Max groaned and humped his hips into Toto frantically.

“You and your lessons in patience.”

“Hmm. I like taking my time with you. I like watching you fall apart with my cock buried deep inside of you. I like watching every muscle tense and relax. And those little whimpers you make right before you explode.”

“Toto, stop! This is not patience! This is torture.”

Their lips met again in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Torturing you is my favorite activity.”

Max put his hands into Toto’s chest and dug his nails in. His body was wound as tight as he teetered on the brink of an orgasm. How fast and effortlessly Toto could work him up to the edge was unbelievable.

“Toto, please.”

“So pretty when you beg. My good boy.”

Max sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as this cock throbbed at the praise.

“I-I can’t.”

Toto slid his right hand over and pressed at Max’s hole through his pants while he lifted his knee to grind harder into Max’s crotch.

“My poor boy, so sensitive. So needy.”

“Fuck! Fuck you! I can’t!”

Toto quickly moved his hand to cover Max’s mouth as he held his boy through a shaking orgasm. Max’s body slumped slightly against Toto.

“Did you cum, Max?”

“You did that on purpose. It doesn’t count.”

“It does.”

Max whimpered and pulled back slightly. He groaned at the uncomfortable mess in his pants. His lips met Toto’s in a fierce kiss, and he reached down, stroking Toto’s hard cock determined to get revenge. Toto landed another hard swat and backed Max into the wall.

“Behave yourself, brat.”

Chapter 20: The Rental House

April 25th

Max and Toto’s Rental Home
Baku, Azerbaijan

Max dropped his bag at the door and slipped out of his shoes. The house Red Bull had rented them was half an hour away from the track and relatively nice. Max took his time grabbing a bottle of water and making his way up to the primary bedroom. Max took his time stripping out of his clothes and sipping at his water. He dug through his bag to find the plug he packed and a cock ring. Toto hadn’t requested any toys, but Max thought he might earn himself some leniency. He hissed as his hole stretched over the widest part of the plug. Max’s cock was already achingly hard again. He looked at the ring and winced, sliding it down to the base of his cock. Max breathed in deeply through his nose and climbed onto the bed. The plug shifted slightly, making Max gasp as he got into a comfortable kneeling position. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing while he waited with his hands clasped behind his back. His mind wandered through the day.

“Stunning.”

Max almost jumped out of his skin. He was so distracted he hadn’t heard Toto come in. Goosebumps covered Max’s skin.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Lean forward. Ass in the air.”

Max moved without a second thought, pressing his face into the soft comforter. Toto stepped forward and tugged at the base of the plug.

“Fuuuuuck, Toto.”

“You’ve been using that word a lot today, little one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. Today’s been a lot.”

“I heard about your fight with Christian. And more about your confrontation with Lance.”

Max whined and shifted from side to side.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You will be on Monday when we get home. I’ll need my full range of toys at home to account for your misdeeds, little one.”

Toto pulled the plug out and, in one smooth motion, replaced it with two fingers. Max clutched at the bedding desperately as Toto pressed into his prostate.

“Toto, please,” Max whined.

“You can beg all you want, but I warned you about cumming. You will be waiting until Monday.”

Max groaned loudly when Toto pulled his fingers out and sat on the bed.

“On your knees.”

Max slid off the bed and opened his mouth expectantly, but Toto wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked slowly. Toto cupped Max’s chin and quickened his pace. Max frowned and leaned forward a bit.

“Eyes up, Max, close your mouth.”

Their eyes met, and Max shivered at the intensity of Toto’s stare. A moment later, a shot of cum landed on Max’s cheek, making him jump in surprise. Toto painted Max’s face with cum and leaned back with a satisfied groan. Max poked his tongue out, licking up what he could reach.

“You look perfect like that. Marked with my cum.”

Max smiled and shifted again, trying to keep his mind off his aching cock.

“Hurts.”

Toto smiled and cupped Max’s face again.

“Go clean up. I’ll order dinner.”

Max deflated but did as he was told, washing his face and wiping up the slick still leaking from his hole. He pulled a pair of dark blue silk panties from his bag and tucked his cock inside with a wince. The soft material wasn’t helping the painful, aching feeling in his balls. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went down to the kitchen.

“Food will be here soon. I have some more work to do.”

Max nodded and grabbed another water bottle before plopping down at the kitchen table and pulling his phone out. Max took his time sorting through his text messages and Instagram. He froze when he saw the missed call and voicemail. Fear crept up Max’s spine, and Toto looked up suspiciously from the other side of the table. The scent in the air had abruptly changed.

“Max?”

Max shook his head and put his phone down.

“I shouldn’t have said anything in that interview.”

Toto nodded and closed his laptop.

“There is nothing you can do to change what has already happened.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Toto studied Max for a moment, knowing something unspoken was eating away at Max.

“Christian and I will handle it.”

Max nodded once, “Yeah.”

“What else is wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Toto leaned back in his chair and studied Max, who shivered under the scrutiny. The doorbell ringing cut through the silence.

“I’ll get it!”

Max jumped out of his chair and ran to meet the delivery man at the door. When he returned, Toto had crossed his arms over his chest. Max looked down at his phone and gulped. It was unlocked. Jos’ name was plastered at the top of the screen in red from the missed call.

“Block him.”

“Toto, he’s my dad.”

Max dropped the food bag on the table and started pulling out food containers.

“Block his number, Max. Now.”

Max gritted his teeth and slammed the last container down.

“I’m not going to block my own father’s phone number, Toto!”

They reached for the phone simultaneously, but Toto got there first, snatching it and pressing play on the voicemail. Max practically jumped over the table, trying to snatch the phone back, but he froze as Jos’s voice played through the speaker.

“Who is it? Who did you find to fill your pathetic, worthless hole? You stupid slut. All of the work I put into making you World Champion, and you’re going to throw it all away for a dick! You aren’t even worth my time anymore now that you’re spreading your legs like a common whore. I should have abandoned you the moment you presented! I knew the moment you were off the suppressants, you’d turn into a whore! Worthless, stupid fucking—”

Toto cut the voicemail off and placed the phone back on the table. Max felt the tears start to build as his father’s cruel words echoed through the room. He glanced up at Toto, and his stomach dropped. The only way to describe the look in Toto’s eyes was murderous. The alpha's body was practically shaking with anger. Max ran to the sink, gagging on the stomach bile that was trying to force its way up his throat.

“Deep breath. Through your nose. Breathe, Max.”

Despite the calming tone, Max’s breath only sped up until he was hyperventilating. Toto’s arms wrapped around his waist and squeezed tightly.

“I can’t—I’m not—I’m so sorry.”

A sob spilled out of Max’s mouth as his knees shook.

“Shhh. It’s all right, little one. Breathe. Breathe. I’ve got you.”

Toto turned Max around and lifted him off the ground, guiding Max’s legs to wrap around. Toto carried Max to the chair and sat, letting his shirt absorb the tears and sobs pouring from Max. Toto held on as tight as he could. Toto burrowed his nose into Max’s shoulder and deeply breathed his omega’s scent.

“I’m not worthless. I promise. I’m not!”

Toto’s hand landed on Max’s right butt cheek with a loud clap making Max yelp. It shocked him out of his panic for just a moment.

“You are not and have never been in the least bit of what Jos said. You have never been worthless, Max. You are worth ten of the sorry excuse of a man your father is. Look at me, Max.”

Max sobbed once more before lifting his head just enough to look into Toto’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Max, if you apologize one more time, I will turn you over my knee and blister your ass! Christian’s rules be damned. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Max muttered through a hiccup.

Toto pulled Max in again and hugged him tightly until he could feel Max’s body relax slightly. Toto pulled Max’s face into a kiss and wiped at the tear tracks with his thumbs.

“I need you to hear me when I say this. You are the most beautiful, astounding, strong man I have ever met. You are the reigning World Champion not because of your father but because you are the best driver on that track. You are worth the world to me. You amaze me every day, Max. I love you.”

Max’s heart skipped a beat.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Max pressed his forehead against Toto and closed his eyes momentarily, taking in the flood of emotions. Toto loved him. His brain tried to process the words. His stomach clenched.

“I love you too.”

Their mouths met in a chaste kiss. Toto leaned back, ran his hands through Max’s hair, and sighed. He hiccuped as the sobs calmed down and the shuddering stopped. Toto sat there holding him tightly.

“Please block his number, Max. He doesn’t deserve access to you. He doesn’t deserve another moment of your time.”

Max sniffled and nodded, reaching for his phone and clicking on the contact. He hesitated before pressing the block button with shaking hands. Toto rubbed his back gently.

“It’s done. I’m so sorry—“

“Max,” Toto growled in a threatening voice.

Max shut his mouth.

Chapter 21: Punishment

May 1st

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max’s palms were already sweating as he approached the front door. The race weekend had ended with Checo on top of the podium and Max in second, which was a team win that had led to a night of raucous celebration. The plane ride back to England had been mercifully quiet due to everyone’s hangovers. Max had spent the majority of the time in the air staring at Toto’s last text.

Come right home when you land. You have an appointment with the cane.

Max looked down at the keys in his hand and back to his car in the driveway. He was contemplating getting back in the car when the door swung open. Toto stood there with an eyebrow raised.

“Inside.”

“I think I forgot something in the car. Let me just—“

Toto grabbed Max by the upper arm and yanked the omega over the threshold. The door slammed closed, and Toto instantly began pulling off Max’s clothes.

“I owe you a punishment, little one. You have a lot to answer for.”

“Toto, wait, can’t we just briefly discuss this?”

“Punishments are not up for negotiation, Max. You should know that by now.”

“Common, Toto. I didn’t even do anything that bad!”

Toto stood up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You punched Lance in the face, and you snapped at me multiple times. You let a reporter bait you. You lost your temper. You have been an absolute brat for the last week. I haven’t forgotten you trying to argue with me about blocking your father’s number either, and you lied multiple times when I asked you what was bothering you. I seem to remember you cumming without permission as well.”

Max groaned and used his hand to cover his cock, which was currently locked in a stainless steel cage. His balls throbbed even though it was for a punishment. Max couldn’t help but be aroused by being naked in Toto’s presence.

“Okay, so there may be a couple of things I have to answer for. Have I mentioned how sorry I am?”

“You will be. Go shower and meet me in the bedroom.”

Max gulped and scurried away. He took the time to study his lily-white ass in the mirror. He rushed through a shower, drying his hair and brushing his teeth, knowing time-wasting would not earn him any leniency. He walked into the bedroom and froze. Toto stood at the side of the bed as he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp, white button-down. Max couldn’t help the full-body shudder that traveled down his spine.

“Come here, Max.”

Max bit down on his bottom lip and shuffled forward, keeping his eyes on the carpet. His stomach had been in knots since his father's voicemail. Guilt had been wracking his body, leaving him miserable and anxious the entire week, which had only gotten him into further trouble. Toto wrapped his arms tightly around Max for a moment, basking in the scent of his omega.

Toto gripped Max by the nape of his neck and steered him over to the end of the bed. He gently pushed Max’s head down, guiding Max’s body to bend at the waist. Toto nudged Max’s feet into a wide stance.

“I am sorry.”

Toto hummed in agreement and pressed his palm into the base of Max’s back until his body dipped.

“Stay still.”

Max sniffled. Toto took his time with his hand painting every inch of Max’s ass a dusty shade of pink. Max focused on his breathing, keeping his feet glued to the floor and his hands clutching the sheets.

“You’ll be getting twenty-five with the cane. You will count each strike.”

Max whimpered into the bed sheets and nodded. He balled the sheets up in his hands and tried to steel himself. His mouth went dry as he felt the gentle tap of the cane against both of his ass cheeks. Toto had warned him multiple times during the week that he had been toeing the line, but something was nagging in Max’s mind. He couldn’t help but keep pushing.

The cane landed with a sharp crack. Max sucked in a shuddering breath as a line of fire bloomed over both cheeks.

“One, Sir.”

“Good boy. Deep breaths.”

The cane tapped again an inch lower. Max focused on keeping his body relaxed.

Swish. Crack!

“Two, Sir!”

Swish. Crack!

“Oh fuck. Three, Sir!”

Max gasped in a deep breath.

Swish. Crack!

“F-f-four, Sir.”

Swish. Crack!

“FIVE! Five, Sir.”

Max sniffled and nuzzled his face into the sheets. He could feel the five distinct lines of welts throbbing painfully. Toto gently petted Max’s lower back, waiting for his omega to catch his breath. Toto stepped back and lined up the cane on Max’s right thigh below the sit spot.

Swish. Crack!

“Ooow! Six, Sir!”

Swish. Crack!

“OOOH! Seven, Sir!

Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack!

“EIGHT, SIR! NINE, SIR”

Swish. Crack!

“T-TEN, SIR! Oh fuck ow!”

Tears flowed freely as Max tried to focus on his body. The searing pain throbbed painfully, but he forced his brain to process the pain and settle. He gulped when he felt the cane tapping on his left thigh.

Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack!

“ELEVEN, SIR! TWELVE, SIR! THIRTEEN, SIR!”

Max shifted from foot to foot, sucking shake breaths through his sobs.

Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack!

“OOH OW! FOURTEEN, SIR! F-F-FIFTEEN, SIR!”

Toto paused, rubbing at Max’s back again. He could count each solid mark as the welts bloomed. He waited until Max’s breath evened out.

“Are you ready for the last ten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Legs together.”

Max shifted his feet closer together and held his breath. Toto lined the cane up at the top of Max’s cheeks and methodically worked his way down, carefully avoiding spots he had already hit.

Swish. Crack!

“SIXTEEN!”

Swish. Crack!

“SEVENTEEN!”

Swish. Crack!

“E-E-EIGHTEEN, SIR!”

Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack!

“NINETEEN! TWENTY, SIR! Oh fuck! Oh ow. Holy fuck!”

Sobs freely flowed as Max’s knees wobbled. His hands clutched at the sheets desperately.

“You’re so good. Almost done. Tell me when you’re ready, little one.”

Max took a moment, then nodded, bracing himself.

Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack!

“OOWW! TWENTY-ONE! TWENTY-TWO!”

Max’s knees bent momentarily as his brain fought through the pain. He gasped for a solid breath, then straightened his legs again.

Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack! Swish. Crack!

“FUUCK OWW! OW OW OW! TWENTY-FIVE, SIR! TWENTY FIVE!”

Max’s entire body shook as he sobbed into the bedspread. His brain swam as his body floated away. Toto carefully urged Max’s hands out of their grip on the comforter and wrapped Max in his arms. He lifted Max and sat in the chair by the windows, settling Max on his lap.

“So good. You’re punishment’s over. You did so well. So proud of you. You’re forgiven little one. Shhhh. So good.”

Max’s body shook with sobs as he burrowed his face into Toto’s chest. His entire backside was on fire, but the guilt that had been weighing him down had lifted. Toto had said he was forgiven. Max was forgiven.

Chapter 22: A Conversation In Bed

May 2nd

Meadowbank Lodge
Earls Barton, Northampton, England

Max groaned into the sheets as Toto carefully worked ointment into the welts the cane left behind. Max’s ass was throbbing painfully as he lay face down on the bed.

“It hurts.”

“I know, little one. I know. Almost done.”

Toto covered the last welt with the cream and sat down on the side of the bed, massaging Max’s shoulders while the ointment was absorbed. He moved to stand, but Max reached out, grabbing Toto’s wrist.

“Don’t leave.”

Toto smiled and lay on the bed beside Max, turning on his side to wrap an arm over Max’s back.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Max sighed softly and studied Toto’s face, searching for the answer to a question he hadn’t asked yet. His eyebrow furrowed.

“Dr. Baker suggested I ask you a question.”

“What would you like to ask, little one?”

“What are you looking for?”

Toto ran his hand through Max’s hair, brushing it behind his ear.

“I didn’t know what I was looking for at first, but I believe I was looking for this.”

Max met Toto’s eyes.

“This?”

“You. You’re a challenging little brat who constantly keeps me on my toes and guessing. You challenge me and bring out a side of me I haven’t seen in myself in a very long time. Before you, I was convinced I had lost my touch. My alpha had practically gone dormant, but I feel more alive with you than I have in years. When I first volunteered, I was convinced I could keep myself distant and care for you from afar, but when I saw you in heat, my alpha just took over. You’ve drawn me into your orbit, and I don’t think I could break free even if I wanted to. That day, it was as if it was the first time I had truly been myself since far before I even met Susie.”

Max shifted closer, pressing his forehead into Toto’s.

“What happened? With Susie, I mean.”

Toto sighed.

“It became complicated. When we met, our personalities were compatible. We married, and we tried to be enough for each other. She became involved in the Academy, and I was wrapped up in Mercedes. We grew apart to the point that it couldn’t be mended. We kept up appearances for Jack’s sake but dropped the pretenses last year. Susie is a beta, and at some point, she decided she wanted to be with someone who was not— well, not like me.”

Max ran his hand over Toto’s cheek, gently tracing the deep groves in Toto’s forehead.

“I’m sorry.”

“It hurt, but it was what was best for both of us. We could never truly fulfill each other's needs.”

Max kissed Toto, gently intertwining their hands. At that moment, it occurred to him that he wasn’t the only one in this relationship who had been told he wasn’t enough. They lay there in silence, sharing breath.

Chapter 23: The Plane

May 3rd

The Cabin of a Private Plane
Somewhere Over The Atlantic Ocean

Max stared out the window at the vast expanse of ocean splayed out below the plane, attempting to wrap his brain around what Toto had confessed to him the day before. He sipped at his glass of whiskey and rested his forehead against the cool window. His ass was still sore, but he was amazed at how quickly the pain was fading away. He had to remember to ask Toto what the magical cream that seemed to decrease healing time was, as it might be helpful.

“You look tired.”

Max hummed and looked up at Lando, who had settled in the seat across from him. Instead of the usual crew, it was just the two of them flying into Miami.

“Didn’t sleep well last night.”

Lando retrieved the bottle of whiskey from the table and poured himself a drink.

“Was someone keeping you up?”

Max chuckled and leaned back, studying Lando carefully. They had been friends on and off the track for a long time. Since meeting at the airport, Lando has been trying to prod Max into giving up details.

“No, Lando.”

“Common, Max. Could you give me something? I’m your best friend, and I had to find out you’re seeing someone from Twitter!”

Lando leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Max looked up, recognizing the hurt in Lando’s eyes. He softened a bit.

“Hey. I’m sorry. It’s been a busy month. I know I haven’t been around.”

A grin spread over Lando’s face.

“I will forgive you on two conditions. Number one, I want at least some juicy details. Number two, we’re going out tomorrow night—on you.”

Max chuckled and downed the rest of his drink.

“Fine, Lando. What would you like to know?”

“A name?”

“No.”

“Female? Male?”

“Male.”

“Older? I know you have a thing for older partners after Kelly.”

“Yes.”

“How did you meet?”

“It’s complicated.”

Lando nodded slowly as the wheels in his mind turned.

“Omega or beta?”

Max paused, carefully studying his best friend’s face. He knew he could trust Lando.

“Alpha.”

Lando had tried to sip his drink but instantly started sputtering in disbelief.

“An alpha?”

Max couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Lando’s face.

“Yes.”

“You’re dating an alpha, but you’re an alpha. I mean, it’s not unheard of, but it’s super rare. How does that work? More importantly, how does the sex work?”

A deep blush spread over Max’s cheeks as he downed the rest of his drink.

“It works.”

“No way, Max. You have to give me more! Are you—I mean, have you—what does a knot feel like? Or do you knot him?”

Lando’s brain moved a million miles a minute as he tried to process the information.

“Do you want to know the intimate details of my sex life, Lando?”

“Yes!”

They both burst into laughter.

“It’s a stretch, but it’s good. You’ve knotted people before! You know what it’s like!”

“Not on the receiving end! I need details!”

It felt good to be able to talk to Lando again. He was one of the few people Max felt comfortable around, and Max had almost forgotten why. There was no judgment on Lando’s face, just unbridled curiosity.

“It’s hot. The sex is very hot, Lando. The kind of sex that leaves you feeling like your bones are sore afterward.”

“Is he big?”

“Yes, Lando, his cock is big.”

Lando whistled and shook his head.

“You’re a lucky man, Max Verstappen.”

Max poured himself more whiskey, and they clinked their glasses together. Max could feel the alcohol starting to make his brain fuzzy.

“It’s strange, Lando. It’s like he’s become an extension of my own body. He moves, and I find myself moving without even meaning to. I can feel him. Even now, it’s as if I can still feel his arms around me. He knows me in ways I can’t even comprehend. It’s as if he knows what I need before even I do! It’s maddening. But at the same time, I’m happy. Really happy, Lando.”

Lando raised an eyebrow.

“So you’ve found your true mate?”

“My true mate? Like a soul mate? That’s fairytale bullshit, Lando.”

Lando rolled his eyes dramatically.

“No, Max! Didn’t you pay any attention to Sex Ed?”

Max shifted uncomfortably. He honestly hadn’t paid attention in most of his classes. At the time, he had been too focused on his carting career.

“I probably missed that day.”

“Well, sometimes people are so compatible that they just become a part of each other. I don’t really know how to explain it. Maybe read a book? Or ask a doctor or something? Anyway, if you’re both alphas, that’s wild! I didn’t even know two alphas could be true mates! I need to meet this guy.”

Max shook his head fondly. Lando looked almost giddy with excitement.

“Calm down, Lando.”

“I can’t calm down! Someone is making my Maxie happy, and I’m not even allowed to know his name? That’s what’s bullshit.”

Lando pouted and held out his empty glass for a refill.

“You’re the brattiest Alpha I’ve ever met.”

“Nah. I’m second to you.”

Notes:

Unfortunately, I will be traveling this week, so Wednesday has no update. I'm sorry, my darlings, but I will attempt to post another chapter on Sunday!

Chapter 24: Off The Plane and Into Toto's Arms

May 3rd

Max and Toto’s Rental House
Miami, Florida, United States

Max stumbled through the door, giggling uncontrollably as he dropped his bags in the foyer and fell into Toto’s waiting arms. Max jumped up, wrapping his legs around Toto’s waist, and dove in for a kiss. Max buried his fingers into Toto’s hair and pulled. Toto dug his hands into Max’s ass, eliciting a pained gasp.

“Hello to you too, little one.”

“Bed.”

“You taste like whiskey, and you smell like Lando.”

Toto hated the scent-nullifying spray Max had been wearing. It made other scents more prominent on Max’s skin. Lando and Max had gotten significantly drunk on the plane and had spent the last hour of the flight snuggled together in the same seat. Max giggled again and ground his rapidly hardening cock into Toto’s abs.

“Make me smell like you.”

Toto growled and set Max down just long enough to rip off the omega’s pants and panties, tossing them to the side. Max attacked Toto’s neck with nipping bites and gentle kisses. Toto popped the button of his own pants and freed his own cock before lifting Max again. Toto carefully lined up his cock and lowered Max down, stepping forward to press Max’s back to the wall. Max let out a groan of satisfaction as his hole stretched.

“So good. So tight.”

Max’s head fell back against the wall as his back arched. Toto planted his feet and leaned back a bit, holding Max up by the backs of his thighs. Max dug his nails into Toto’s shoulders.

“Can’t believe you can do this,” Max muttered breathlessly, “my big, strong alpha.”

Toto snapped his hips forward hard enough to shake the wall decor. Max groaned and gripped Toto even harder, leaving little crescent indents. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth. Neither of them had the patience to draw their reunion out.

“Stroke yourself for me. Cum on my cock, little one.”

Max whined and released one of Toto’s shoulders to wrap his hand around his already aching cock. Toto thrust deeply in and out of Max’s body. Guttural moans echoed off the walls as they both rushed to their climaxes. Max started shuddering first.

“Can-can I?”

“Fuck yes. Cum for me.”

Max shouted as he painted his stomach with cum just as Toto’s knot started to form. Toto’s knees shook as he carefully walked them to the sitting area and collapsed into a chair. He buried his face into the crook of Max’s neck as he emptied his ball into Max’s still shuddering hole. It took them a long moment before they caught their breath. Max leaned up, burrowing his nose into Toto’s neck.

“That was what I needed after that flight.”

“Turbulence?”

“Not exactly. Lando’s insatiable curiosity.”

“I see.”

Max nuzzled in further, still enjoying the warm buzz of whiskey in his belly.

“I told him about you.”

“Max”, Toto groaned.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell him your name or anything. Just about a very sexy, older alpha with a huge cock who fucks me boneless.”

Toto huffed and pinched Max’s butt cheek.

“How much whiskey did you drink exactly?”

Max giggled and nipped at Toto’s throat.

Chapter 25: Pre-Race Promises

May 4th

Miami International Autodrome
Miami, Florida, United States

Max sighed happily as a trainer massaged the knots out of his upper back and shoulders in his room in the Red Bull hospitality suite. He was splayed out naked on the massage table with just a towel over his lower half, barely covering the fading cane marks. His brain traveled back for a moment to Toto’s hands soothing similar places a couple of hours ago. He could feel his cock twitch with interest at just the thought of Toto’s large hands exploring his body. He bit his lower lip hard enough to snap his brain back to the moment.

“All set for today, Max. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Maria. See you tomorrow.”

She packed up her stuff and quickly exited the room. The air conditioning in the room kicked on, causing Max’s skin to break out in goosebumps. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. In and out. Slow and steady.

True mate

The words kept repeating through his mind. He had spent the entire night awake while Toto slept beside him, endlessly scrolling through stories and articles about true mate bonds. This would certainly explain the magnetism between him and Toto, not to mention why he was perpetually horny anytime Toto was in his vicinity. He thought about how hard it had been to stay away from the alpha after his first heat. The distance he had enforced had felt like a physical pain at the time.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Max was so startled he jumped right off the massage table and ended up on his ass on the floor. He glared up at Toto, casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You have to stop sneaking up on me! It’s rude!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the door opening. If John weren’t posted outside, I would be concerned someone else could have wandered in here and seen you naked.”

“You’re far too stealthy for a man as tall as you are. It’s unfair.”

Toto stepped forward and held out a hand, pulling Max to his feet.

“Upon the table again,” Toto declared as he patted the massage table gently.

Max rolled his eyes and lay back on the table face down. A whine slipped from Max’s parted lip as the familiar feeling of cream being spread over his ass and thighs began. Toto took his time gently spreading the cream over twenty-five thin lines. The welts had gone down, but the bruises were still prominent.

“Mmm. Feels nice. What is that stuff anyway?”

“It triggers your healing instinct. I’m not sure about the science, but it certainly works.”

Max hummed in agreement and let his body go lax as Toto’s fingers worked the cream over every inch from Max’s lower back to his knees.

“Feels good.”

Toto smiled and placed a kiss between Max’s shoulder blades.

“Your behavior this week so far has certainly been an improvement from last week. As much as I enjoy causing you pain, and you enjoy receiving it, I do think your ass needs a break from punishment.”

“Toto, I don’t think I could if I tried.”

Toto chuckled and slipped a finger over Max’s hole teasingly.

“How about this, if you can behave yourself until Sunday, I will lay you out over my lap and spank you until you cum from just my hand warming your pretty little ass?”

Max moaned and pushed his ass back into Toto’s hands.

“Promise?”

“I promise, little one.”

Chapter 26: Desire Night Club

May 4th

Desire Night Club
Miami, Florida, United States

Max was drenched in sweat and riding high on a buzz of adrenaline and alcohol. Dance music pounded through the speakers, vibrating Max’s entire body. He gulped down a whole water bottle and ordered another drink from a nearby waitress. Toto had warned Max not to get carried away tonight and to remember it was a race weekend. From the balcony, he looked down over the dance floor, quickly spotting Charles, Lando, Pierre, Alex, and George, who were all grinding along to the music pressed up against the rest of the crowd. Max smiled at his friends fondly. He watched as Lando and Charles freed themselves from the hoards and made their way up to the VIP lounge. Lando stumbled into Max’s side, winding his arms around Max’s waist.

“Maxie, why aren’t you dancing with us?”

Charles giggled and wrapped his arms around Max’s neck. Max rolled his eyes dramatically and worked to free himself from his two best friends.

“Didn’t he used to be more fun?” Charles whined.

“He’s old and boring and taken now,” Lando replied.

Max let out an indignant noise and cuffed Lando and Charles simultaneously. It turned into a full-blown three-man drunk wrestling match. They were a tangle of limbs and giggles.

“Just like old times,” Max chuckled as he finally subdued Lando by sitting on his back. Charles was splayed out next to them, laughing breathlessly.

“Alright, alright! Get off me!”

Max only wobbled slightly, getting up and holding his hands out to drag Lando and Charles up. The waitress returned with Max’s drink, and Lando insisted on ordering shots. Max grumbled but downed the shot, chasing it with a sip of his whiskey. The three returned to the dance floor, and Max lost himself in the music. The thumping of the EDM took over Max’s body. For the first time in a long time, he let himself have fun with his friends without the constant shadows hanging over him. For hours, they danced, drank, and laughed until the lights in the club flashed at 1:30 am, signaling last call. The six drivers filed onto the sidewalk, hugging each other as they ordered Ubers. Max was sweaty, physically exhausted, and still buzzing. All he wanted was to go to the rental house, fall into bed, and sleep for days. Lando grabbed Max and hugged him tightly.

“We need to talk.”

Max pulled back and gave Lando a confused look.

“Talk?”

“See you guys later! I forgot my phone inside!”

Lando dragged Max back into the club without further explanation and up to the VIP section to the private bathroom.

“What the fuck, Lando? I’m tired. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?”

“You smell different.”

“What?”

“You smell different, Max!”

A horrible realization hit Max. He had sweated the scent-nullifying spray off completely; he reeked of omega. Lando paced across the small room, looking far too sober for how much alcohol he had consumed.

“Lando, calm down.”

“The others probably just assumed it was the omega they all think you’re seeing, but I know! It’s not an omega; it’s you!”

Max tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. He had fucked up again.

“Lando—“

“You’ve been lying to me! You’ve been lying to everyone! I understand lying to everyone else, but I’m supposed to be your best friend!”

Their eyes met, and Max registered the hurt reflecting on him. Lando planted his hands on Max’s chest and pushed him back into the wall.

“Lando, I didn’t—“

“You’re a lot of things, Max, but I didn’t think you were a fucking liar.”

Max pushed Lando back.

“Did you think I wanted to lie to you? What fucking choice did I have? If it gets out, I lose everything! Did you want me to admit that I’m just a useless fucking omega? What did you want, Lando?”

“I want the truth!”

“It’s more complicated than that!”

“No, it’s not! Tell me the truth! Did you think I’d care? Did you think I’d treat you any differently?”

Max tried calmly breathing through his nose. Anger licked at his every cell as he panted through clenched teeth.

“YES! Yes, you would have! I would have been nothing in your eyes!”

Lando grabbed the soap container and chucked it at Max’s head, missing by a mile.

“You absolute fucking muppet! I have been there for you through everything! I have stood by your side. I have forgiven you for everything over the years. I have bared my heart to you! And you think something as stupid as this would matter? You’re Max. You’ve always been Max! I don’t give a shit if you’re an omega!”

Lando lunged forward and hugged Max, burying his nose into Max’s neck. Max wrapped his arms around Lando and squeezed tight enough to hurt. They held each other, just breathing and trying to calm down.

“I’m sorry, Lando.”

“Don’t ever lie to me again.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

Lando nodded and finally released Max, stepping back and scrubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Fuck I need some sleep.”

They exited the club and onto the sidewalk before parting for the evening. Max rolled the windows down in the Uber and watched the city of Miami fly by. He tried not to dwell on how much his life had changed in only a month. When he returned to the rental house, he couldn’t help but stand at the end of the bed, studying Toto's chest's steady rise and fall. Max chewed on his bottom lip for a long time. He didn’t know how to tell Toto their secret had been exposed again. Max shucked his sweat-soaked clothing and crawled into the bed, settling his head on Toto’s chest. He let the steady sound of breathing lull him into an uneasy sleep.

Chapter 27: Breakfast in Miami

May 5th

Max and Toto’s Rental House
Miami, Florida, United States

Max groaned and stretched his limbs until he heard multiple satisfying pops. He brushed his teeth and showered before making his way downstairs to the kitchen. Toto was standing at the stove, moving eggs around the pan.

“Morning.”

Max wrapped his arms around Toto from behind and splayed his hands over Toto’s chest.

“You got in late.”

“Yeah.”

“And you were tossing and turning all night.”

Max hummed in agreement, closing his eyes and preparing himself.

“Lando figured it out.”

He could feel Toto’s muscles tense. Max was very glad he didn’t have to look into Toto’s eyes.

“How?”

“My scent.”

Toto sighed.

“Max, you have to be more careful!”

“He won’t tell anyone! Lando will keep my secret, and he doesn’t even care. I mean, it’s Lando, Toto; he wouldn’t break my trust.”

Toto shut off the burner on the stove and turned around, meeting Max’s lips in a kiss.

“You know the consequences if the press gets wind of this.”

It was Max’s turn to sigh.

“I know. I’m not used to having to worry about what I smell like! The suppressants took care of that.”

Toto cupped Max’s chin gently and rubbed his thumb over Max’s cheekbone.

“Go sit down. Breakfast is ready.”

Max smiled, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat at the table while Toto loaded two plates with eggs and toast, placed them on the table, and sat down. Max practically chugged his entire cup of coffee and wolfed down his breakfast before going for seconds.

“Easy, little one. You don’t want to be throwing up during free practice later.”

He shouldn’t have let Lando twist his arm into multiple rounds of shots the night before. His stomach was bubbling with the remnants of last night and the anxiety of his conversation with Lando.

“Hungry.”

“Hung over.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Toto nodded and studied Max over the edge of his coffee cup. He knew Max was well-liked among the drivers, but Lando was Max’s closest friend on the track.

“How did Lando take the revelation?”

“He was angry.”

Toto sighed heavily, preparing for a long, serious discussion with the McLaren driver.

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No, not in that way. He was angry that I lied to him. I think he was more pissed that I thought he would care.”

Toto’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“I see.”

Toto was pleased that Max had gotten a relatively accepting response as he leaned back in his chair.

“I thought he was going to punch me. It was not the reaction I was expecting.”

Max shoved more food in his mouth, attempting not to think too deeply about how Lando’s reaction had gone against every assumption he had about how people would react. Lando had shattered Max’s expectations in every way.

Chapter 28: The Reward

May 10th

Toto’s Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max panted as he approached the five-mile mark on the treadmill. Beside him, the steady thumps of Toto’s feet landing on the second treadmill kept pace with his. Max’s muscles were burning with the exertion. Max slammed his hand onto the stop button when he hit five miles exactly and tried to catch his breath. Toto slowed to a walk and looked over at Max.

“We should go for six today.”

“I hate cardio.”

Toto chuckled and stopped his treadmill before stepping off and grabbing a cup of water from the cooler in the corner of the room. He handed a cup to Max as well and downed his own in one gulp. Toto reached up, brushing his hand through Max’s sweat-soaked hair.

“Why don’t we go shower? I believe I have a promise to keep.”

Max perked up at the idea and practically ran to the bedroom’s en suite bathroom, leaving a trail of workout clothing. Toto was shortly behind with his hands full of Max’s tank top, shorts, socks, and boxer briefs.

“Where do these belong, Max?”

“The hamper is right there, Toto”, Max replied in a sing-song voice.

Toto dropped the clothing in the basket with a shake of his head and reached into the shower to turn the tap on. Max leaned in for a quick kiss before he yanked Toto’s tank top over his head. Without any prompting, Max sank to his knees and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Toto’s shorts, dragging them down slowly along with the boxers underneath.

“Fuck yes”, Toto groaned as Max licked up the length of Toto’s cock.

Toto leaned back against the cool tile wall and gripped Max’s hair. He guided his cock into Max’s mouth slowly surging forward until his balls rested against Max’s chin. Max’s eyes slipped shut as he focused on keeping his throat relaxed and breathing through his nose. Toto’s scent was intoxicating. Only when a tear fell from the corner of Max’s eye did Toto pull Max back. He loosened his grip on Max’s hair but kept his hand in the dark locks.

“You’ve been so good for me, little one. Such a good boy.”

Max moaned and started bobbing his head enthusiastically laving his tongue over the underside of Toto’s cock. He reached up gently, cradling Toto’s balls as he hollowed out his cheeks. Toto groaned appreciatively and slowly pushed his hips forward. Max pulled off with a wet pop and gripped Toto’s cock in his hand slowly pumping the alpha as he licked at the head. Max looked up at Toto and smiled mischievously.

“What did you promise me again?”

“I promised to turn you over my lap and spank you until you cum.”

Max hummed and sucked at just the head of Toto’s cock keeping his eyes locked on Toto’s through his lashes. He pulled off again, knowing teasing Toto probably wouldn’t get him the outcome he had hoped for, but he had to ask.

“I want you to fuck me first. Want you to knot me and tease me. Want to be full of your cum.”

Toto groaned and let his head fall back onto the tile. His cock twitched at the idea.

“Get in the shower. Now.”

Within the blink of an eye, Max was on his feet and under the steaming spray of the shower. He hissed as the hot water turned his skin pink and grabbed for the soap. Toto beat him to it and batted Max’s hand away.

“Let me.”

Toto quickly scrubbed both bodies clean, taking extra time to run rough fingers over Max's hole. Max moaned in appreciation when Toto washed his hair. When Toto decided they were both sufficiently clean, he rinsed them, turned the water off, and toweled them dry. Max shivered as he exited the steamy, glass shower. Toto pressed Max into the sink, bending him over and nudging his legs wide.

“Eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself.”

“Toto”, Max whined as he watched Toto sink to his knees.

Toto grinned and dug his fingers into Max ass prying the cheeks apart. He drove his tongue into Max’s hole, slurping at the slick that was running like a river. Max’s breath came out in short gasps as he viewed himself in the mirror. His pupils were blown wide with lust, and a light flush covered his chest. Toto pulled back for a moment and landed both hands on Max’s cheeks.

“Fuck! That feels so good. More. Please more!”

Toto smiled and leaned back in, working his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and deeper into Max’s ass. A litany of moans and gasps echoed off the bathroom walls, driving Toto’s enthusiasm. When Toto sat back on his heels, Max’s chin fell to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Two hard slaps landed on his ass making Max yelp and jump.

“Eyes on the mirror, Max.”

Toto rose and lined his cock up with Max’s hole. Max screamed as his body stretched to accommodate his alpha’s cock. No matter how many times Toto fucked into him the first thrust always burned like it was the first time. Toto wound his hand into Max’s hair and clenched his fist, dragging Max backwards. Max wasn’t given time to adjust as Toto began poisoning his hips instantly. Max’s eyes met Toto’s in the mirror.

“So full. So good.”

Toto growled deeply and hooked his hand under Max’s knee, shoving it onto the bathroom sink. Max’s eyes rolled into his head at the new angle; Toto was hitting his prostate with every thrust. His cock was trapped between the hard, cold marble of the countertop and his hips that shifted forward every time Toto’s hips smacked into Max’s. Max’s nails scratched at the counter, attempting to find any purchase to hang on as he was pounded. He focused on clenching his muscles around Toto’s cock. Toto pulled out abruptly, leaving Max’s hole gaping.

Toto pulled Max up by the hair. Max’s knees threatened to give out as Toto guided his cock back inside as he reached around and tugged on Max’s nipple sharply.

“My perfect little pain slut.”

Max whimpered and shook as his hand grabbed onto Toto’s arm. Toto twisted Max’s nipple harshly, moaning at the way Max’s hole fluttered in pleasure. Toto pulled his hips back and slammed them forward so hard that Max was forced onto his tip toes.

“FUCK!”

Toto grinned as he watched Max’s mouth loll open in the mirror. Two more thrusts and Toto felt his knot start to swell. He slowed down, grunting through his orgasm as he watched Max’s face in the mirror. Toto slipped two fingers into Max’s open mouth and thrust them slowly in and out as his cock shot ropes of cum deep into Max’s hole. The world's edges had gone fuzzy for Max; he felt lighter. Toto pressed his fingers deeper until Max choked on them as he unwound his hand from Max’s hair and scratched his nails down Max’s chest.

“Such sensitive little nipples. Begging to be played with.”

Max squealed around Toto’s fingers as his nipples were alternately pinched and tugged. His cock was leaking precum down the shaft as it stood at full attention.

“Please”, Max gargled out.

“Maybe we’ll get them pierced one day. I’ve heard it makes them even more sensitive. I imagine it would make fireproofs a bit uncomfortable for you, though. That tight material would constantly be rubbing against them, keeping them hard and ready to be teased.”

Max’s hand couldn’t help but reach for his cock, but Toto hand shot down catching it.

“Pleaseee”, Max whined, practically shaking apart in Toto’s arms.

“No. Not a single touch.”

Drool dripped down Max’s chest leaving a wet trail down to his throbbing cock. His balls ached with need. Toto growled deeply and sucked a mark into Max’s shoulder. Max whined and shifted his hips, which caused Toto’s knot to tug at his rim. His breath was coming out in short, desperate pants, and his body hummed with pure want. Toto sucked three more marks into Max’s shoulder and neck.

“Please, Sir”, Max breathed out around Toto’s fingers.

Toto eased Max’s knee off the bathroom counter and shoved another finger into Max’s mouth.

“My pretty slut. You’re clenching around me so tightly. Look at yourself in the mirror. You’re body is begging for it. I’m going to lay you out and take you apart. Piece by piece. I’m going to milk every drop of cum out of you.”

Toto groaned as he felt his knot deflating just enough to be pulled out. He eased his hip back just a bit until he slid out of Max’s hole along with a glob of cum.

“On your knees and ass in the air.”

Max dropped to his knees and stretched his arms forward wiggling his ass teasingly. Toto reached down shoving the leaking cum back into Max’s gaping hole.

“Hold it in. I’ll be right back.”

Max keened and clenched his hole with a shuddering breath. Toto retrieved their biggest plug from the toy chest and returned to the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, admiring the way Max’s hole winked.

“Sir, I-I-I can’t.”

“Shh. I brought something to help.”

Toto knelt behind Max and made quick work of fitting the plug into Max’s stretched hole trapping the cum inside. Max panted, pressing his forehead into the cool tile floor. A puddle of precum had started to form under him. Toto hummed in appreciation at the sight of Max’s shaking body.

“Need to cum, Sir. It hurts. I’m so full.”

Toto helped Max to his feet and picked the omega up, carrying him into the bedroom. Toto climbed onto the bed and sat with his back against the headboard.

“Come here. On my lap, face away from me.”

Max groaned with every move as he made his way to Toto. The plug was a heavy presence. He rested his legs on the outside of Toto’s and leaned back into the solid chest behind him. Toto plucked at Max’s nipples again, teasing the dusty peaks for a moment. Toto spread his legs and pressed Max’s forward until Max was face down in his lap. Max’s chest rested on the bed with his hips lifted by Toto’s. The sensation of how thoroughly helpless and exposed he was made Max’s cock throb. Toto clutched at Max’s cheeks before landing a solid spank on each. Max moaned as the solid smacks pushed the plug deeper.

“Oh, Sir. Toto, please!”

“This might be my new favorite position to spank you in, little one. Everything on display for me.”

Toto chuckled and landed his hands on both cheeks again before massaging the handprints. Max panted harshly into the sheets. His body was buzzing with lust and anticipation. Toto slapped his hands down again, harder, relishing the rippling of Max’s cheeks. Max gasped as the spanks began to rain down in a consistent pattern. The heat started to build, leeching out over every inch of Max’s body.

“Sir”, Max whimpered.

Toto covered Max’s ass with hard slap, turning every inch pink.

“Hands behind your back.”

Max shifted and reached back, groaning as the cool leather of the cuffs wrapped around each wrist. Toto clipped the connector on and held it tightly with one hand while the other went to work turning the pink to red.

“Oh fuck, Sir! I’m so close! Fuck that feels good.”

“If you cum without asking permission it will be your only orgasm today. If you are a good boy and beg sufficiently, I’ll milk you until you’re begging me to stop. Understand, little one.”

“Yes, Sir! Yes, yes, yes!”

Toto landed a hard spank directly on the end of the plug. Max let out a choked moan and arched dramatically. Toto released the connector and returned to spanking with both hands. He paused for a moment and gripped both cheeks.

“Such a pretty little ass filled with my cum.”

Max bit into the sheets as he whined.

“Please, Sir, please let me cum. Please! I’m so close. I want to cum for you! Want to cum! Need to cum!”

“No. Hold it.”

The slaps ramped up in both speed and intensity. Max was shaking as he tried to clamp down on his orgasm.

“Please, Sir! Please, Alpha. Let me cum for you! Please make me cum. I’m so close. Want to cum for you! Want to be good for you!”

“Who do your orgasms belong to, Max?”

“You, Sir! Belong to you!”

“Say it.”

“My orgasms belong to you, Alpha!”

“Good boy. Cum for me.”

Max moaned as his release hit him so hard he saw stars. Toto moaned as he held Max’s hip tightly, watching his omega’s body convulse in pleasure. Max moaned and shuddered as he spilled onto the sheets under him. Toto gently pet his hands over Max’s ass waiting until Max’s breath evened out.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Such a good boy for me. You never cease to amaze me with how beautifully you respond to me. Deep breaths. Settle yourself. Let me know when you’re ready for more.”

Max nodded and clenched his fists. He breathed through the waves of pleasure that were still crashing through every inch of his body. He focused on grounding himself to the moment, feeling the solid presence of Toto’s body pressed to his. Toto’s hands softened on Max’s hips and began to pet over Max’s sides gently. Max’s cock was already taking interest.

“Ready.”

Toto hummed his approval and reached between Max’s legs. He gripped his omega’s cock and slowly stroked it while his other hand reached up to the plug. Toto twisted and pulled at the plug just enough to catch Max’s rim as he stroked Max with expert hands. It wasn’t long before Max was teetering close to the edge again.

“Sir, close”, Max ground out through clenched teeth.

“You’re amazing, little one. Such a good boy. Cum for me again.”

Max screamed into the sheets as his eyes rolled back into his head. His body shook with the force of his orgasm as his muscles strained. Max choked out a plea as Toto tugged on the plug again. His cock throbbed with a hint of pain.

“Please, please, please, please, Sir!”

Toto worked the plug free in one smooth move, groaning at the sight of Max’s gaping hole. He wasted no time pulling Max’s hips up and shoving his tongue inside. Max’s body involuntarily shifted from side to side as the pleasure seeped from every pore. Toto growled and sucked at Max’s rim swallowing the mix of slick and his own cum. Their essences mixed were a heady tonic, and Toto licked up every drop. Max squealed desperately. Toto chuckled and pulled back, lowering Max’s hips back down before shoving three fingers into Max’s hole. Max was reduced to a stammering, whining mess as Toto pressed a fourth finger in.

“One more.”

Max shook violently as Toto slowly pressed his thumb alongside his other four fingers. Drool streamed from Max’s mouth as his hole gushed slick around Toto’s hand.

“F-f-fuck”, Max stammered.

Toto pushed his hand in slowly until Max’s rim weakly clenched around Toto’s wrist.

“Greedy little hole. Look at you, taking my whole fist. So good for me. So perfect.”

Max babbled senselessly as Toto slowly pushed his fist an inch deeper before pulling it back. Toto took his time, groaning at the obscenity of Max’s hole stretched to its limit. He slowly pulled his hand out of Max’s ass and landed two hard spanks on either cheek. Toto thrust three fingers back in easily, finding Max’s prostate and rubbing it in tight circles. Max’s breath caught in his throat as Toto spanked one cheek, then the other. His body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Can’t—want—don’t—can I?”

“Cum for me.”

Max shouted himself horse as three drops of cum leaked down the tip of his cock before he collapsed completely limp. His entire body was throbbing in time with his balls. Soft whines escaped Max’s mouth as his eyes slipped closed.

“So good for me.”

Toto gently collected Max in his arms, cradling the exhausted omega as he relaxed backwards.

“Thank you, Sir”, Max mumbled through a yawn.

Max moaned wantonly as he felt Toto’s cock, hard and pressing up against his hole.

“One more.”

Toto lifted Max and lined up his cock slowly lowering Max down until he was fully sheathed inside the still fluttering hole.

“Alpha”, Max breathed out, burrowing his face into the side of Toto’s neck.

Toto held Max tightly and drove his hips up. Max’s teeth sank into Toto’s shoulder as he whimpered helplessly.

“Lean back.”

Max whined in complaint but did as he was told. Toto wrapped his hand around Max’s cock and shoved his hips up harder. Max’s head lolled back as his vision swam. The overstimulation was breaching the line into pain. Guttural moans echoed off the walls as Toto thrusted faster and harder. Toto’s deep growl vibrated through every inch of Max’s body as he felt the knot start to swell.

“Cum, Max. Now.”

It was a direct order, and Max's body arched and twisted in a symphony of pleasure and pain. He didn’t have another drop to spill, but his body shook through another orgasm. Max’s vision went black as he screamed. He passed out in Toto’s arms.

Notes:

I'm sorry it's a day late! Yesterday got away from me!

Comments and kudos are always appreciated!

Chapter 29: Padel

May 12th

Toto’s Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max fidgeted idly with his cuticles as he studied himself in the mirror. He had changed his clothes six times already that morning. Uncertainty was not usually a feeling that plagued him. His phone buzzed inside his pocket.

Downstairs. Hurry up.

Max sucked in a deep breath and smoothed his hand over his hair before stepping out of the closet and making his way to the living room. Toto was leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of tea.

“Leaving?”

“Yeah. Lando is downstairs already.”

Max was filled with nervous energy. Two days before, Lando had texted, proclaiming that he had reserved a padel court and not allowing Max to decline the invitation. Toto placed his tea down and cupped Max’s chin gently. He leaned in and pressed his forehead into Max’s before lifting his chin and kissing Max.

“It will be okay, little one. You will have a nice time playing padel with your friends. Nothing has changed.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Toto huffed and shook his head fondly.

“Go.”

Max leaned in for one more kiss before heading for the door, snatching his bag along the way. He descended the elevator and folded himself into Lando’s blue McLaren 765LT Spider.

“Hey, Maxy.”

“Hey, Lan.”

An awkward silence fell over the vehicle’s cockpit as the engine revved up and Lando peeled away from the curb. The drive to the padel courts would take 20 minutes, and Max could not stand to sit silently the entire time.

“How long are you in Monaco?”

“Until Monday. Two days in Woking for PR work before Italy.”

Max nodded once and shifted his bag between his legs. He was getting frustrated at the coldness practically radiating from his best friend.

“Is this how it’s going to be from now on? You’re going to freeze me out?”

Lando sighed heavily.

“I guess I’m still working through my anger at you lying to me, but right now I’m trying to process the fact that the Alpha you’re sleeping with is Toto fucking Wolff!”

A deep blush spread over Max’s cheeks. He and Toto had discussed that Lando knew what building Toto resided in, and that the McLaren driver probably would put the pieces together. Max shifted in his seat as he studied Lando’s pinched face.

“Yeah. I wondered how long that would take you to figure out.”

Lando let out a choked snort.

“Toto fucking Wolff, Max! How the hell did that happen?”

Max paused for a long moment as he tried to formulate how he would word the story. The story started flowing out like word vomit.

“Toto tested a sweaty t-shirt that I left behind in a gym in Bahrain. He thought it was steroids, but when the results came back on my orientation, he went to the FIA. The suppressents I was taking showed some pretty fucked up results I guess. The FIA threatened to kick me out of the sport on the spot, but I threatened to retaliate with going public which scared the shit out of them. They agreed to let me stay for the rest of the season if I had an alpha to supervise me. Toto volunteered.”

Lando’s mouth was opening and closing slowly in disbelief.

“Fucked up results?”

“Yeah, my body was tearing itself apart.”

Max scrubbed his hands over his face. Lando rolled up to a red light and turned to face Max completely.

“I noticed.”

“What?”

“The nose bleeds, the headaches, I noticed. But I didn’t know how to bring it up. I thought it might be stress or something. I was really worried about you.”

Max groaned at the thought that he hadn't been as subtle as he hoped.

“Anyway, I had to get off the suppressant so Toto supervised my detox and when I went into heat we umm—well let’s just say things happened.”

Lando waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Things?”

“Lando, I am not detailing my sex life to you!”

“Come on, Max! Is he big? I bet he’s big.”

“Lando!”

“He has to be strict as fuck. From what I’ve seen, he’s strict in the paddock, never mind the bedroom! I bet you’re a sucker for those hand though.”

“Green light, Lando! Focus on the road!”

“You have just fueled my wank bank for months, Maxy! I bet you two are something to see together.”

Max groaned again and backhanded Lando in the chest.

“Shut up and drive, you pervert!”

Lando laughed as he slammed the gas down and the car jolted forward. They pulled into the padel club’s parking lot and entered the building—a feeling of relief washed over Max. The tension in the air had settled. They met Charles and his brother Arthur on the court. They all milled around the net for a few minutes, stretching and chattering about their lives. Max fell into an easy rhythm with his friends, playing padel like nothing had changed. Max was careful to discreetly reapply his scent of nullifying spray at every water break. After several hours, they were all drenched in sweat and packing their bags. Charles clapped Max on the back.

“Good game! We’ll get you next time.”

“You too!”

Charles looked over his shoulder at Lando and Arthur, who were locked in a heated debate over whether Silverstone or Spa was the best track of the season.

“Max, I’m truly happy for you. I know you’re being very secretive about who you’re seeing. I don’t care. Whoever you’re with, I’m glad you found someone. You look better than you have in years. I mean, truly better. Thank them for me.”

Max wrapped Charles up in a tight hug and buried his face in his friend’s shoulder. He and Charles had been through their ups and downs through the years, but Max was glad they had let the old wounds of karting rivalries heal.

“Thanks, Charlie.”

“If you ever need to talk, my door is always open for you, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Max squeezed Charles one more time before releasing him.

Chapter 30: Imola

May 16th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max mumbled angrily as he shoved his t-shirt back onto its shelf in the closet. He grabbed his last pair of shoes from his travel bag and threw them onto the floor. Christian had called just moments before; Imola had been cancelled. Max chucked his bag back into its storage spot and stormed out of the closet. Frustration was coursing through him. He had already texted his pilot to cancel his flight. All the energy and excitement he had built up for the Grand Prix would be wasted. He stomped into the living room and flopped onto the couch, but was back up moments later. He paced the room momentarily and stopped when he finally spotted Toto. The alpha was sprawled out in a lounge chair on the balcony, his nose buried in a book. Max smiled as a plan formed in his head. He slid his pants off and draped them over a dining room chair, leaving him in only a pair of black lacy panties and one of Toto’s white button-down shirts, with only two buttons holding it on his body. He ruffled his hair in the mirror before stepping onto the balcony. It was an unseasonably warm day for May, climbing into the high 20s. Max leaned forward against the railing popping his ass out. Toto hadn’t even looked up. Max huffed.

“Toto.”

“Hmm?”

Toto still hadn’t looked up. Max cleared his throat. Nothing.

Max rolled his eyes and stomped over to Toto, snatching the book away and tossing it over his shoulder. Max climbed into Toto’s lap and leaned forward for a kiss, but was stopped with a firm hand in his hair.

“Ow! Damnit, Toto.”

“Did you want something, little one?”

An amused smirk crossed Toto’s features, making Max grunt in frustration.

“Come on, Toto! You know what I want.”

Max squirmed, reaching out to dig his fingers into Toto’s pectorals. Toto brushed the shirt off Max’s shoulder, which fell far enough to expose one of Max’s nipples. Toto brushed his thumbnail over the hard nub.

“I’ll tell you what I want. I want to pull out the plug in your ass and stuff your hole with my cock right here on the balcony. I want to pump a new load of cum in you right next to the one from this morning then plug you back up and send you on your way with a cock ring on. Leave you hard and wanting until it consumes you. Until you’re begging on your knees. Until you’re desperate. And then after dinner, lay you out on the bed and let you cum in my mouth.”

Max whined and arched his back, pressing his chest into Toto’s hand.

“Please, Sir.”

“But that’s not what you need today, is it?”

“No, I think that’s exactly what I need!”

“Max, don’t lie to me.”

Toto pinched Max's nipple between his fingernails, eliciting a sharp hiss.

“Siiiir”, Max whined.

“Max”, Toto responded in a sharp, clipped tone.

“No, Sir.”

“I will ask you one more time. What do you need?”

“I don’t know! I’m anxious and riled up, and I don’t know where to throw my energy. I’m frustrated that the race was cancelled. I’m in my head calculating every point and possibility. Imola would have been a good race for Red Bull, and now I have to make up points elsewhere.”

Toto nodded.

“There it is.”

“I think you fucking me would help though.”

“I think it’s time for another lesson. Do you remember your last lesson, Max?”

Max hummed fondly at the memory and nodded, “Patience.”

“Do you remember the positions I taught you?”

Max raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to take you out of your head, Max.”

Max swallowed around the lump in his throat as the excitement began to thrum through his body.

“How?”

“Go to the playroom. Kneel in the middle of the room and wait for me.”

Toto pulled Max forward for a deep, breath-taking kiss before Toto unwound his hand from Max’s hair. Max ground his hips forward once with a wicked smile before he climbed off Toto’s lap. He went through the penthouse to a door at the end of the hallway. Max punched the code into the keypad and bit his bottom lip as the electronic lock whirled. The lights flipped on automatically as the door opened, bathing the room in a warm glow. Max breathed deeply through his nose, letting the scent of sandalwood and jasmine fill his nostrils; it was a specific scent that they had chosen for the room together. The door shut softly behind him.

They had designed the room the week before, spending hours online finding furniture and decor. The back wall was filled with hooks and shelves that held a wide array of toys and implements. The walls of the room were covered in black velvet wallpaper. The plush carpeting felt heavenly under Max’s feet. Toto had insisted on the highest level of padding the carpet company had been willing to install. Max walked the perimeter of the room, running his hand over the supple leather wrapped around the spanking bench in the corner, the padded St. Andrew’s cross, and the high-backed leather armchair. He took a moment to browse the titles on the small bookshelf beside the chair.

BDSM 101
The Joys of Submission
Spanking for Lovers
Over An Alpha’s Knee
SM 101
Cuffed and Mated
New Bottoming Book

He had spent the entirety of the day before getting lost in the pages of the informative books and making a mental list of everything he wanted to try. He sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed and closed his eyes. His brain reeled with the fantasies that designing the room had sparked. Max stood stretching his arms over his head until his back popped. Then, he stepped to the center of the room and sank to his knees. He settled his ass on his heels and straitened his spine. Max rested his hands palm down on his thighs and took a deep breath through his nose. Just his presence in their play room was making his cock harden in his panties. He wondered how long it would take before he could get hard at just the scent of sandalwood and jasmine. The electronic whirl of the lock snapped Max’s attention back to the present.

“Very good boy.”

Max smiled and met Toto’s eyes.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Max followed Toto’s movements with his eyes. Toto stepped past Max and walked the length of the implement wall. He stopped at the riding crop section and slipped a mid-sized one from its hook. Toto tapped the leather slapper against his palm twice. Max was practically drooling at the sight. Toto was dressed in a tight pair of khaki shorts and a plain white button-down identical to the one currently draped over Max’s body. Toto crouched down in front of Max and held up the crop.

“Open.”

Max let his mouth open and closed his teeth around the implement’s shaft when presented to him. Max’s cock throbbed as Toto took the time to roll up his sleeves slowly. When he was done, he retrieved the crop from Max’s mouth and tapped the slapper against Max’s exposed nipple. The crop landed with a solid smack, making a needy whine bubble deep in Max’s chest. Toto tapped the crop again over the spot he had just hit.

“Let’s get you out of that head of yours.”

“Please, Sir.”

Toto hummed appreciatively.

“Nadu.”

Max instantly moved into the position. He spread his knees apart and flipped his hands palm up before lowering his chin to his chest. Max’s cock twitched.

“Excellent, Max.”

“Thank you, Sir”, Max breathed out.

Toto squatted down and tapped the crop against the sensitive skin inside Max’s thigh.

“Attention.”

Max rose to his feet as gracefully as he could manage, standing straight with his hands at his sides. Toto tapped the crop against Max’s nipple again.

“Very good. Inspection.”

Max’s feet shifted apart, and his hands slid behind his neck with his elbows pressed back as far as possible. He kept his gaze straight ahead. Toto circled Max, letting the crop's slapper trail over the button-down shirt's hem.

“Attention.”

Max’s feet closed, and his hands fell to his sides again.

“Wait.”

Max’s feet slid apart again, but his hands clasped behind his back this time. Toto kept the constant patter of the crop falling over random spots on Max’s body. Toto stopped in front of Max.

“Open.”

Max’s mouth closed around the shaft of the crop again. A low moan escaped when Toto slowly popped open the two buttons on Max’s shirt before sliding the material off Max’s shoulders.

“So beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir”, Max mumbled around the crop.

Toto scraped his thumbnails over both nipples, smiling at the high-pitched gasp.

“Inspection.”

Max’s hands instantly moved behind his neck again. Toto eased the crop free from Max’s mouth and resumed constantly pattering over every inch of Max’s exposed skin.

“Kneel.”

Max sank to his knees.

“Humble.”

Max leaned forward, spreading his knees open and pressing his face to the floor while stretching his hands out in front of his body. He took several deep breaths.

“Very good. Stay.”

Max hissed when the crop landed with a solid smack on the bottom of his panties. The crop landed three more times, making Max whine. His back dipped even deeper pushing his ass into the air. Toto landed the crop directly over the end of the plug.

“Ooh fuck.”

“Attention.”

The heat of the constant falls of the crop was starting to build.

“Humble.”

Max hesitated for a moment as his brain whirled. The crop landed sharply, making Max jump into action. His breath was starting to come out in breathy pants. Toto kept a careful eye on Max as he quickened the pace of his commands.

“Wait.”

Max shifted from foot to foot. He could feel the tension slowly slipping away as his brain was consumed by following the orders.

“Inspection.”

Toto started to land the crop faster.

“Nadu.”

The slapper bit into the inside of Max’s left thigh, making him flinch and squeal in pain.

“Ow!”

“Kneel.”

Max’s breath was coming faster with the constant up and down of changing positions.

“Attention.”

Toto crouched down, smacking the backs of Max’s calves just hard enough to sting.

“Up.”

Max whined at the order, but complied, rising to his toes.

“Inspection.”

Toto rose again and leaned in to capture Max’s mouth.

“Such a good boy for me.”

Max’s teeth closed around the crop again when pressed to his lips. Max’s entire body shuddered as Toto gently brushed over Max’s cock still trapped behind the lacy panties.

“Please, Sir.”

Max was starting to wobble slightly on his toes. Toto hooked his thumbs into the sides of the panties and slowly dragged them down Max’s legs. Toto took the crop back and smacked the slapper down once on each nipple.

“Humble.”

Toto crouched down behind Max and gently cupped Max’s balls, pulling them back. Max squealed when he felt the crop tapping on his sensitive balls. He dug his nails into the carpeting as Toto tapped ever so lightly.

“Sir, oww!”

“Where’s that head, Max?”

“On my balls!”

Toto chuckled and released Max, standing back up.

“Wall.”

Max stood instantly, but froze. They were in the center of the room, not near any of the walls. The crop landed on Max’s right butt cheek harder than any hit before making him jump.

“I-I—“

“Stop thinking, Max. Wall. Now.”

He sucked in a sharp breath and scampered over to the space between the spanking bench and the St. Andrew’s cross. He placed his hands on the wall and pushed his hips back with his legs straight and spread. Max whimpered as the crop landed twice more on each cheek.

“Up on your toes.”

Max lifted his heels and groaned. The strain was starting to burn his calves, and Toto's application of the crop to them again did not help.

“How long can you stay up on your toes, Max?”

“I-I don’t know, Sir.”

“Five minutes, Max?”

He let out a whine of protest.

“Sir, I can’t.”

“Two minutes. Stay up and I’ll reward you, little one.”

Max nodded and let his chin fall to his chest; his brain was starting to float. Toto took his time running his hands from Max’s ankles to his hips, gripping them tightly. Max groaned in appreciation when one of the alpha’s large hands slipped around to grip Max’s hard cock. Excitement and need coursed through Max’s veins. Two quick strokes later and Max was going to cum.

“Can I cum, Sir? Please can I cum?”

Toto leaned forward, pressing his body into Max’s back.

“Not yet”, Toto purred in Max’s ear.

Max whimpered as his legs shook at the strain of staying up on his toes as well as trying to hold off on his orgasm. Toto didn’t stop stroking Max’s cock as precum flowed down the shaft.

“Oh fuck, Sir! Please! Please let me cum!”

“No.”

Toto twisted his wrist just under the head of Max’s cock, relishing the shiver that traveled through every muscle. Max almost collapsed when Toto’s hand slipped away. He panted.

“Please”, Max whined brokenly.

“Fifteen more seconds. Be a good boy for me.”

Max sucked in a deep breath and tried to focus on staying as still as he could. His entire body was shaking.

“Heels down. Good boy. So good for me. So beautiful.”

A single tear slid down Max’s cheek.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Toto knelt behind Max and grabbed the end of the plug. He took his time working it free from Max’s hole, grinning at the moan. Toto instantly leaned forward to bury his tongue in Max’s hole.

“Yes, Sir! Yes!”

Toto worked his tongue deeper, sucking down every drop of slick and cum. Max shifted from foot to foot as a steady stream of whines and moans fell from his open mouth. Toto leaned back and worked two fingers into Max’s hole.

“Where’s your head, Max?”

“Tongue—fingers—cock—you, Sir. Please!”

“Good boy, Max. What do you want?”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me. Take me. Please.”

Toto growled and stood shucking his shorts, shirt, and boxers off in record time. He buried his cock into Max’s hole in one smooth, powerful thrust. Max gasped out a choked-off moan as his hole stretched. Toto stepped forward, pressing Max’s body into the wall as he fucked into the warm, wet heat of Max’s body.

“So tight. So good.” Toto groaned out through clenched teeth.

Max’s nails scratched at the soft velvet walls as Toto’s hips slammed forward. His body thrummed with pleasure. Drool dripped from Max’s open mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head. Toto slowed and pulled out.

“On the bed. On your back.”

Max didn’t hesitate for a second practically running to the bed and laying out in the center. Toto climbed up and settled on his knees between Max’s spread legs. Max grunted as Toto gripped his legs and lifted them folding Max in half. Max looked up at Toto with dark eyes.

“Please, Toto, fuck me.”

Toto pushed forward burying himself back into Max’s stretched hole. He pumped his hips forward and backwards at an agonizingly slow pace.

“My pretty little omega. Taking my cock so perfectly. Are you close, little one? Going to cum for me?”

“Yes, yes, Sir! So fucking close.”

“Hold your legs up.”

Max wrapped his hands around the backs of his knees and pulled them to his chest. One of Toto’s hands wrapped around Max’s cock holding it still and his own hips stopped thrusting. Max practically sobbed with frustration.

“Please! Please! PLEASE!”

Toto’s free hand slid up Max’s sweaty chest and wrapped around Max’s neck. Max gasped as Toto pressed his thumb and pointer finger into the pressure points in the sides of Max’s neck.

“Cum for me.”

Toto snapped his hips forward hard enough to rattle the bed as he stroked Max’s cock. Max’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as his body bowed with a powerful orgasm. He shot ropes of cum over his stomach and chest as Toto groaned. It took only two more thrusts before Toto’s knot started to swell. He groaned and moved his hands up to cup Max’s chin tenderly.

“So good for me.”

Max gasped as fireworks exploded behind his eyes. His cock was still dribbling the last of his orgasm as his body stretched to accomidate the knot. Toto panted as he filled Max’s hole for the second time that day. Once they had both caught their breath Toto gently eased Max’s hands free and replaced them with his own on Max’s legs. Toto gently massaged at Max’s calf muscles raising them to his mouth to place kisses.

“Where’s that mind of your’s, Max?”

“Hard for it to be anywhere but on your knot in my ass.”

Toto chuckled and nipped at Max’s ankle.

“Maybe your next lesson will be on how brats get handled in this household.”

Max giggled and stretched his arms over his head.

“If you didn’t want a brat you wouldn’t be with me.”

Toto nipped at Max’s ankle again.

“Always pushing, aren’t you?”

Max squirmed under the scrutiny of Toto’s intense gaze.

“I’m not pushing.”

Toto gripped Max’s chin and leaned down until their noses touched.

“You’re always pushing. I’m here to stay, Max, as long as you want me I will be here.”

A creeping discomfort bubbled up in Max’s chest.

“You took my keys away the first day I spent with you.”

Toto let out a heavy sigh and nuzzled Max’s cheek gently.

“I know and I’m sorry. It wasn’t the right way to start a relationship, but it wasn’t my intention that first day. I didn’t bring you to Milton Keynes to seduce you. I brought you there because I couldn’t bear to see you die. I will be apologizing for that for the rest of my life. But now that you’re clean if there ever comes a day you want me out of your life I will leave, Max.”

Max felt a rush of panic., “don’t leave.”

“I am here as long as you want me, little one.”

Chapter 31: Teasing Toto

Notes:

I'm so sorry I've been MIA lately! I've been sick and so overwhelmed with life. Not to mention, I rewrote this chapter 5 times.

May 22nd

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max was grinning from ear to ear as he poured himself a second cup of coffee. He had a packed day planned, with pre-race meetings and media commitments to attend. Monaco was always a welcome relief from the constant travel of the season. For once, he was able to hop in his car and pop down to the paddock without a trip to the airport. He hummed happily as Toto’s arms wrapped around his waist.

“Good morning.”

“Morning! How did you sleep?”

“No great. Was running through telemetry data in my sleep.”

Max chuckled and leaned backwards, letting Toto support his weight. He let his brain bask in the warmth and security of his alpha. It felt right.

“When do you have to leave?”

“Not for a few hours. Strategy meeting at noon.”

A wicked smile began to form as Max slowly ground his ass backwards. Toto let out a short huff of surprise.

“You have to leave in five minutes.”

Max hummed in agreement and bent forward slightly, moving his hips backwards in tight circles.

“Yes.”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Max let out a breathy moan as he felt Toto’s cock hardening.

“Max”, Toto’s voice had dropped a whole octave and taken on a tone of warning.

“Yes, Toto?”

Max put his coffee down and placed his palms on the cool marble as he arched his back, pressing his ass into Toto’s crotch even harder. Toto gripped Max’s hips and pushed forward, crowding Max into the counter. He leaned down and brushed his lips over the shell of Max’s ear.

“On your knees. Now.”

Max grinned when Toto backed up just enough for him to turn around. He looked up at the alpha through his lashes and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to Toto’s lip. Max groaned into the kiss when Toto’s mouth parted. Their tongues danced together for a moment before Max pulled back. Before Toto could even blink, Max quickly slipped away, making a break for the door with a maniacal giggle.

“Bye, Toto! Don’t want to be late!”

“YOU LITTLE BRAT-“ Toto yelled, making a move for the door only to have it slammed in his face.

Max sprinted down the hallway and mashed the elevator button, looking over his shoulder. Max let out a sigh of relief when the doors instantly opened. He rushed into the elevator and turned just in time to see the penthouse door open. Max grinned and blew a kiss to Toto, whose stormy expression made a shudder travel up Max’s spine. Toto leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, already planning his revenge as he watched the elevator doors slide closed. Max quickly made his way down to the garage and into his Porsche 911 GT3 RS. The car roared to life around him, and he sped out of the garage and to the paddock, which was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming weekend. Max pulled into the specialized parking lot, flashing his badge to the guard. John, his bodyguard, was waiting for Max at the entrance to the paddock.

“Morning.”

“Good morning”, Max replied, fist bumping John as they both made their way through security.

Max felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he ignored it for the moment as they made their way to the Red Bull hospitality suite. Max greeted staff members as he passed them. John peeled off to visit catering while Max made his way up to the conference room on the second floor. Max gave a quick half-hug to Perez and settled into his usual seat. Christian entered the room, patting Max on the shoulder as he made his way to the head of the table.

“Hello, everyone. Let’s get to work.”

GP instantly took over the meeting, discussing their strategy for the race, and unsurprisingly, he focused on qualifying. After twenty minutes, Max’s focus began to wander to Toto. Max took a sip from his water bottle and slipped his phone from his pocket, glancing at it under the table. The water in his mouth caught in his throat when he opened the text from Toto. Max immediately locked his phone as a deep blush settled over his cheeks. He coughed roughly, trying to catch his breath. Max could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him until GP cleared his throat from the end of the table.

“You alright, Max?”

“Oh—uuh—yeah, sorry. Went down the wrong way.”

Max coughed again and sucked down another sip of water. Burned into his brain was the photo of Toto standing next to the spanking bench in their playroom with his hand wrapped around his fully erect cock. Max spent the rest of the meeting barely catching a word that was said and shifting in his seat, hoping his erection wasn’t too obvious. The meeting was mercifully cut short when Christian got an emergency call from one of the members of the mechanical team. Max waited until the room had mostly cleared out, pretending to study the information on the laptop in front of him. He stiffened when a hand landed on his shoulder. Max turned, looking up at GP.

“Phones away during meetings, Max. You know better.”

Max’s blush was back in full force.

“Yeah. Sorry. Forgot to turn it off.”

GP raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

“Sure, kid.”

Max tried to fake an air of nonchalance, but GP knew him better than that. Once the conference room had finally cleared out completely Max took a moment to adjust his still hard cock trying to make it as subtle as possible. He took the back stairs down, shot off a text to John that he needed some time, and slipped into his driver's room. Max bit his lip when he saw a small white box sitting on the desk. He flipped the lock on the door and walked over to the box, cautiously lifted the lid, and groaned. Nestled among a few pieces of tissue paper was his metal cock cage. He picked it up and studied the device for a moment, trying to hold in the needy whine that threatened to break free. There was a note at the bottom of the box with two words written in Toto’s neat printing.

Call me.

Max sighed heavily and pulled out his phone. The line rang twice before Toto’s smooth, calm voice came through the earpiece.

“Strip.”

Toto’s tone left no room for argument. Max sucked in a sharp breath and quickly stripped off all his clothes. He picked up the phone again and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Done, Sir.”

“You were a brat this morning.”

Max tried to keep the moan out of his voice, “Yes, Sir.”

“On your knees, brat.”

Max slowly sank to his knees, struggling to keep his breathing calm and even. He spread his legs wide and dug his nails into his thighs to keep from grabbing his leaking cock. A drop of slick slipped from his hole as this cock throbbed.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No, you aren’t. Not yet. You will be sorry tonight when you get home, though. Put the cage on.”

Max whimpered as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock squeezing it tightly. His brain ran through the Monaco track, but his erection wasn’t flagging.

“Can’t, Sir. Too hard.”

“Do you need to grab an ice pack?”

“Fuck no, Sir! Please no!”

“Then get the cage on your cock.”

He panted as he shut his eyes and focused his brain on the grossest things he could imagine. After a few minutes of intense concentraion Max’s cock finally wilted enough for Max to slide the cage onto his length. He hissed as he slid his balls into an attached metal ring. The cool metal fit perfectly as it had been custom-made to Toto’s specifications. As he connected the pieces, they emitted a solid click as the built-in locking mechanism engaged.

“It’s—it’s on, Sir.”

“That's my good boy. Humble.”

Max’s cock throbbed angrily already straining against the tight confines of the cage from the tone of Toto’s voice alone. His body was thrumming from the excitement and arousal. He put the phone on the floor and put Toto on speaker before lowering his face to the floor and stretching his arms out over his head.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re going to pay for teasing me, little one. You’re going to stay in this position for five minutes. While you kneel there, I want you to consider how you will apologize for your behavior. I want you to think about my cock in your mouth and your hole taking the pleasure you teased me with this morning. I’m going to fill you to the brim with cum and leave you leaking and wanting just like you did to me this morning. You’re going to beg so prettily for an orgasm, little one.”

“Y-y-yes, Sir.”

Slick dripped from Max’s hole, running down the backs of his thighs. His hole clenched as if it was begging to be stretched and filled.

“Maybe if you take your punishment I will let you cum tonight, but you will certainly have to do a lot to earn a reward. Or perhaps I will leave you in the cage until after the race. Keep you horny and begging all week.”

“Please don’t, Sir! I’m sorry! It already hurts! Please let me cum tonight!”

“Are you already wet for me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m dripping!”

“Reach down and finger your greedy little hole. Two fingers. I’m going to bury my cock in you the second you get home. I want you prepped and ready.”

Max whined as he reached between his legs and plunged two fingers in immediately. He hissed at the stretch as he pushed them in as far as he could manage.

“Sir, can I put another in?”

“No. You only get two for now. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Nice and slow.”

Max moaned into the carpet at the drag. His cock was straining painfully against it’s confines and his balls were aching. More slick dribbled down the backs of his thighs as drool dripped from his open mouth. Max was reduced to a whimpering, shaking mess as the rough fibers of the carpeting dug into his knees.

“Sir, please.”

“Time’s up. Fingers out.”

“Toto, wait—“

“Now, Max. Fingers out.”

A breathy moan fell from Max’s lips as he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop.

“Please, Sir. It hurts!”

“What hurts, little one?”

“My cock! My cock, my balls, my hole! Need to cum.”

“Oh, little one. That doesn’t sound like the pretty begging I was looking forward to. Why don’t you lick your fingers clean for me?”

Max huffed in protest, but got to work sucking the slick off of the two fingers that had been buried in his hole.

“Toto, I’m going to explode! This isn’t fair!”

“I’m not fair. Get dressed. You have a media obligation in five minutes. I’ll see you when you get home. I love you.”

The line went dead, and Max was left panting on the floor, staring at the screen that read “Call ended.”

Notes:

Thank you again for reading and sticking with this story! Your comments and kudos mean the world to me.

Chapter 32: Repercussions

May 22nd

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max was twitching as the floor numbers slowly ticked up on the elevator’s display screen. Anticipation flooded his every cell. The bell dinged at the penthouse level, and Max was out before the doors had slid all the way open. He ran down the hallway and flung open the door to the apartment. Toto was standing in the kitchen, still in his crisp, white Mercedes button-down and black, form-fitting jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the defined muscles of his forearms. Max could see the bulge of Toto’s cock encased in tight denim.

“Toto, I—“

“Playroom. Panties only.”

“Toto—“

“NOW!”

Max gulped and quickly shuffled down the hall with his lip firmly caught between his teeth. He stripped off his pants and polo and stood at the center of the room with his hands clasped behind his back and his legs spread. Toto entered a moment later, walking directly up to Max and digging his hand into Max’s hair. Max whimpered at the tug, but held his position. Toto bent down, capturing Max’s mouth in a deep kiss before leading Max by the hair to the spanking bench in the corner. Within a minute, Max found himself bent over the spanking bench with his wrists and ankles cuffed to the sturdy wooden structure. Max gasped as Toto ripped the panties halfway down Max’s thighs and instantly plunged his cock in with a feral growl.

“Oh fuck” Max moaned as his mouth parted.

His body burned at the stretch, and the bench groaned at the force of Toto’s powerful thrust. Toto didn’t waste a moment drawing his hips back only to drive them forward even harder. Growls of pleasure and hunger echoed through the room as Toto took what he had been waiting for all day. Max clutched at the legs of the bench as the chains connected to the cuffs rattled with each thrust.

“There’s my good boy. Taking my cock so perfectly.”

Max’s cock was straining against the metal of the cage begging for release. It wasn’t long before Toto’s knot popped flooding Max’s hole with cum and stretching Max’s hole to it’s max.

“Please, Sir! Please! I’ve learned my lesson. Please take the cage off and let me cum!”

Toto chuckled darkly.

“Oh, little one. You are not even close to earning an orgasm.”

Max groaned deeply and let his body lay lax clenching his hole around Toto’s still pulsing cock.

“Please, Sir. I’ve been punished all day!”

“No, Max. This isn’t even part of your punishment.”

Toto leaned back and landed both hands flat on Max’s cheeks with a loud clap. Max gasped at the impact as his body shuddered. He was so turned on that he could barely see straight. Toto spent the time waiting for his knot to go down alternating between slapping Max’s cheeks and running his nails over every inch of Max’s body he could reach. The second his knot started deflating, Toto pulled it out and walked around the bench, grabbing Max by the hair again.

“Lick me clean.”

Max strained against his binds, licking every inch of Toto’s cock and balls with moans of appreciation. Their combined scents and tastes were overwhelming Max’s senses.

“Please”, Max whined with his face pressed into Toto’s balls.

Toto squatted down and captured Max’s mouth again, moaning before standing and walking over to the toy wall. Max huffed in frustration and hung his head.

“I’ve had all day to think of how to punish you, Max. I thought about spanking your ass raw, but that will have to wait until after the race. I could leave you like this for the rest of the evening just dripping cum, but where’s the fun in that, little one? It finally came to me while I was waiting for you to come home.”

Toto plucked a medium sized dildo from the shelf with a smile before he went to the closet grabbing the fucking machine which he had mounted to a hip-level stand. Max swallowed around the lump in his throat as he watched Toto emerge from the closet with the machine.

“Toto, wait! I’m sorry! Please don’t!”

“Silence, little brat!”

Max swallowed his protests. His head hung down again as Toto took his time setting up the machine behind Max before he grabbed the armchair and placed it in front of the bench. Toto dragged his nails down Max’s back, leaving neat red lines on the pale expanse. Max’s body shuddered as he felt the head of the dildo press against his hole. Slowly, the silicone phallus pushed forward into Max’s already stretched and leaking hole. Once the dildo was fully seated inside Max, Toto grabbed the controls and sat down in the armchair. His softening cock rested lazily against his thigh and he studied Max’s face. He turned the machine on to its lowest setting. Max’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Ooohhh! Fuck, Sir!”

Toto shook his head and stood switching the controls up a level higher before grabbing a ring gag from the wall of toys and fitting it into Max’s mouth.

“I told you to be silent. I don’t want to hear a word while you take your punishment, little one.”

Drool instantly started dripping down Max’s chin as he looked up at Toto. Toto pushed the controls another step higher. Moans and whimpers fell unincumbered from Max’s mouth as the dildo thrust in and out of his hole, barely brushing his prostate with every thrust. Precum was steadily flowing from his caged cock. Toto leaned back in the arm chair and wrapped his hand around his cock pumping his fist in time with the whirling of the fucking machine. He reached forward collecting some of the drool from Max’s chin, using it as lubrication as he pumped his cock back to hardness. Max yanked at the cuffs. He needed more. He tried to beg around the ring gag, but all that came out were garbled pleas and more drool.

“Such a mess.”

Toto cranked the knob to the highest setting. A mix of a moan and a scream echoed off the walls. Toto’s hand moved quickly over his cock groaning as he flicked his wrist just at the tip. Max was babbling uncontrollably. His body was vibrating as the dildo plunged in and out of his hole rapidly. Suddenly, the thrusting stopped, and Max gasped. He had barely caught his breath when Toto’s cock was shoved into the ring of the gag. Max choked around the alpha as he began thrusting just as fast as the machine had been whirling. Max was helpless to do anything but gag and choke as Toto’s cock pushed into his throat. Toto pulled out for a moment, then shoved back in with a satisfied groan.

“Feels so good to have you choking on my cock, little one.”

Tears and snot ran rivers down Max’s face as his hole leaked cum and slick around the still buried dildo. He looked up at Toto through his lashes, silently pleading for mercy. Toto smiled and thrust twice more before he pulled back and wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself. Max watched hungrily, sticking his tongue out as he heard the hitch in Toto’s breath. Thick ropes of cum striped Max’s face as Toto growled ferally. Max quickly shut his eyes as his face was thoroughly coated. He stayed still knowing how hot he looked with Toto’s cum dripping down his face. Toto fell back into the armchair, panting.

“Such a good boy.”

Toto leaned forward, hooking a finger under Max’s chin and licked a line up Max’s cheek. Methodically, Toto licked every drop of his own seed off of Max’s face before spitting it directly into Max’s still-open mouth.

“Swallow.”

Max obeyed, keeping his eyes locked on Toto. His brain was focused on one thing. His aching cock. Toto took a moment to rest, studying his prone omega. A shudder traveled down Max's spine under the scrutiny. His body was thrumming with anticipation.

“I think you’ve earned a release, little one. Would you like that?”

Max whined eagerly, trying to relay his gratefulness. Toto wandered back over to the toy wall and picked up a long, thin vibrator. He ran his hand over the smooth surface and returned to Max’s side. Toto worked the gag free of Max’s mouth and massaged Max’s jaw tenderly.

“Please, Alpha”, Max’s voice was wrecked.

Toto placed a kiss on Max’s forehead and moved around him shifting the fucking machine out of the way and kneeling behind Max. Toto’s tongue worked it’s way into Max’s puffy red hole, drinking down every drop of slick and cum. His strong hands gripped Max’s hips tightly, reveling in the idea that the bruises would last for days. Max's breath was coming out in deep gasping pants as his cock throbbed.

“I will never tire of eating out your pretty little hole. I could spend all day with you trapped like this. You taste so sweet, little one. So perfect for me.”

Max was going insane.

“Thank you, Sir! Alpha, please. Hurts so much. Please, Sir. Toto. Please.”

Toto sat back on his heels and slowly pressed the vibrator into Max’s hole. He worked it in and out a few times before he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting and began searching. Max shouted when Toto finally found the sensitive bundle of nerves he had been looking for.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! PLEASE!”

Max’s vision was blurring as Toto pressed the vibrator directly into his sensitive prostate. Toto reached forward with his free hand to rub at Max’s balls, gently caressing them.

“So good for me.”

Max’s cock was straining against the cage to the point of painfulness. He could feel his body crashing towards the cliff of orgasm.

“Can—Can I—Toto—Alpha—Sir—Can—“

Max was delirious with pleasure. Toto shifted his hand forward to cup the metal surrounding the head of Max’s cock.

“Go on, little one. Cum for me.”

A scream broke through the chorus of Max’s begging and whining. Toto quickly removed the vibrator just as Max’s shaking reached its peak. Max could feel himself spilling into Toto’s waiting hand, but it wasn’t an orgasm. Max panted as his vision went black for a moment. He whimpered at the hollowness of his ruined orgasm. It had felt like an orgasm, but without the overwhelming rush of pleasure that usually accompanied his release. It was an empty, unsatisfying feeling. Max groaned in frustration, hanging his head as his tears flowed down his cheeks. Toto stood slowly and walked back around to the armchair, dropping down unceremoniously.

“How did that feel, little one?”

Max growled lowly and lifted his chin to look up at Toto who was lounging with his legs spread wide, cock starting to twitch with interest. Toto lifted his hand and licked up Max’s cooling cum. A high-pitched, needy whine fell from Max's still parted lips.

“Toto! I’m sorry for teasing, please take the cage off and let me cum!”

“No. It will stay on for the rest of the day. If you can behave yourself, we’ll discuss it tomorrow morning.”

Toto gripped Max's chin and leaned down to kiss his omega deeply before releasing the binds and helping Max to stand.

"I really am sorry."

Toto hummed in agreement and lifted Max into his arms before carrying the omega to the bed.

"Prove it with your behavior, little one."

Chapter 33: The Monaco Grand Prix

May 28th

Circuit de Monaco
Monaco

The paddock was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. In two hours, the lights would go out on the starting line. Max was grinning happily as he weaved through the crowd. He signed every scrap of paper and merchandise that was shoved in his face by eager fans as he made his way to the garage. He looked over his shoulder at John, who was keeping pace just on Max’s heels. Max was practically skipping despite an unmistakable feeling of dread that had settled over him since he had woken up that morning. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. He made his way through the garage, shaking hands with the VIP guests and greeting each with a smile. Max made his way over to Christian, who was poring over data obsessively.

“Hey, boss.”

“Max, the exit of turn 18 needs to be a hair tighter.”

Max rolled his eyes and plopped down in the empty seat next to his team principal.

“You mentioned it after qualifying.”

“Starting on pole will be a significant advantage, especially here, but you know there are no guarantees. Keep your lines.”

Max nodded and leaned back as far as the chair would allow. The hours were always torturous. Max just wanted to speed up time and be behind the wheel of his car.

“You got it.”

Christian handed Max an iPad, which showed multiple racing line trajectories. Max sighed heavily but lost himself in the mock race, figuring it would at least waste some time. At the one-hour mark, Max excused himself to his prep room, put his headphones in, and let his pre-race playlist run. His shirt and pants ended up in a pile on the floor. The familiar tightness of his fireproofs made his hammering heart settle in his chest. He stepped into his racing suit, leaving the top portion bunched at his waist, before he slipped into his racing shoes. His chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths as he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. He closed his eyes and let his brain wander through the track. His hands reflexively clenched as if shifting while he visualized every turn and barrier. When he crossed the finish line, he started the race again.

A gentle knock broke Max free from his visual race simulation. Max pulled his headphones out and shoved his arms through the sleeves of his race suit. He yanked the zipper up to his neck and stepped out of the room. Max slid his helmet on, securing the chin strap before climbing into his car. He took a calming breath and shut his eyes as the car roared to life around him. When his visor clicked into place, the rest of the world faded away. The only thing that mattered was the checkered flag. His breathing was calm as his fingers gripped the wheel. The Red Bull peeled out of the garage, and Max was truly in his element. He led the formation lap and then lined up in the first spot on the grid. Behind him, the rest of the grid slotted into their places. Max’s fingers clenched the wheel tightly as the lights blinked on one by one. He let out the breath he was holding just as the lights went out. His foot slammed into the pedal, and the car jolted forward.

Max methodically sucked down his water as the Red Bull flew through the narrow twists and turns of the street circut. His eyes flashed to the screens as he passed them. He spent the race keeping his head down, slowly building his lead over Alonso second by second. The rain started slowly but surely falling as Max poured all of his concentration into keeping the car under control.

“Box. Box.”

“Confirmed.”

Max slid the car into the pit lane with practiced ease for the switch to intermediate tires. GP kept up the constant stream of information over the radio as Max peeled away from the pit crew. The laps slowly ticked up as Max kept his focus pinned to the race. Max couldn’t contain his grin as he crossed under the checkered flag twenty-seven seconds ahead of Alonso in second place. His whoops of glee echoed over the radio as GP and Christian showered him in praise. The Red Bull hummed with energy as he brought the car to a stop in front of the first-place placard. He ran to the barrier and launched himself into his team with a joy-filled laugh. The cool-down room was a welcome moment of calm. Alonso grabbed Max into a tight hug.

“A masterclass in racecraft, kid.”

Max chuckled and shook hands with Ocon before sipping at his water bottle. His body ached from the grueling race, but the buzz of the win overpowered the pain. He let the warmth of pride engulf him as the Dutch national anthem played. The crowd broke into cheers as the champagne sprayed. Max’s eyes traveled over the crowd, settling on Toto, who was standing off to the side with some of the Mercedes mechanics. The alpha smiled up at his omega, who was basking in the adoration and glory. The grin slipped off of Max’s face as his gaze swept over the crowd again and landed on a man standing in the very back. Icy cold dread crept down Max’s spine. Jos Verstapped tipped his chin with a sickening grin.

Max’s fear quickly shifted to pure, hot rage. The adrenaline from the race was still pumping through his veins. Max ran from the podium, taking the stairs two at a time. The moment he was at ground level, he made his way through the throngs of people to the place where Jos was standing. The moment Max was within reach, his fist flew into Jos’s face, landing with a satisfying crunch. Blood poured from Jos’s nose as Max tackled the older man, letting his fists fly without a second thought.

“You cruel, sick, sadistic bastard! How dare you show your face here! You worthless piece of shit!”

Max was ripping, punching, and tearing at every inch of his father that he could reach. A strong pair of arms circled Max’s waist, dragging his still flailing body backwards.

“Max! Max! Enough!”

Toto groaned as an errant elbow caught him in the side. Max panted, still trying to escape Toto’s grasp as Jos lay on the pavement, knocked out cold. Blood dripped from Max’s fists as he finally sucked in a deep breath through his nose. Toto’s scent wrapped around Max barely cutting through the rage enough to break him free of it’s blinding hold. He felt himself being dragged into the Red Bull garage as the heat of the emotions slipped away. Max finally let in a shaky breath.

“Breathe, Max. Calm down. Just breathe.”

Toto hurried into a prep room and slammed the door closed behind him. Max broke free the instant they were alone and began pacing the room.

“I can’t believe he would show his face here! He stood there smiling! The fucker smiled!”

Max growled and sent his fist flying into the wall. Pain blossomed, dulling the anger even further. A sob escaped as Max collapsed to his knees at the center of the room. Toto was there, pulling Max into his body as tightly as possible. Another sob bubbled up.

“Breathe, little one. I’m here. You’re okay. He can never hurt you again.”

Max sucked in a deep breath as he dug his fingers into Toto’s shirt. He held on as if his entire world were shattering apart, and in a way, it was. For just a moment, the idea of closure crossed Max’s mind. He could never inflict the equivalent amount of pain and suffering that Jos had done to him, but he was realizing that maybe happiness was the best revenge. Max buried his face in Toto’s shirt and let his eyes slip closed.

Chapter 34: Internal Reflection

May 30th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max sat cross-legged on the white couch in the living room, clutching a steaming cup of peppermint tea. Across from him in one of the plush armchairs sat Doctor Baker. Max tried not to blush as he looked at the chair whose twin resided in their playroom. He tried to keep his mind off the fact that he had riden Toto’s cock to orgasm a mere two hours ago on that exact chair in the playroom. Even though he had showered and cleaned himself out he swore he could still feel the cum seated deep in his hole. The past 24 hours had felt like Max's body was on the precipice of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Toto's scent alone had been enough to make Max a desperate, leaking mess.

“How was the race?”

Max cleared his throat, trying to shake away the lust that was creeping up his spine.

“I’m sure you saw what happened all over social media.”

Dr. Baker hummed and crossed her legs.

“Max, I am not trying to push you into talking about something you don’t want to discuss; however, I do think it’s time we talk about your father.”

Max sighed heavily and sucked down a big gulp of his tea.

“I think I made my feelings about Jos very clear.”

“What happened, Max?”

“He stood there smiling like he had something to do with my win. Like he had something to do with my success.”

Max could feel his old companion, anger, bubbling in his gut.

“Did punching him feel good?”

Max's gaze shifted down at his still bruised knuckles that Dr. Baker had wrapped in gauze.

“It did at first, I guess. I wanted to hurt him and pay him back for every time he put his hands on me.”

“And now?”

He wanted to lie. Part of him wanted to bury the discontent that had been sitting with him since the confrontation. He just wanted the physical violence to be enough to heal the wounds Jos had inflicted.

“I don’t feel any better.”

“What do you think would make you feel better?”

Max sucked down more tea rolling over the question in his head. Several long moments passed as Max pondered.

“I want him to know I am happy despite him instead of because of him. It would fucking kill him to see that he didn’t break me. He spent years telling me I was worthless and that, without him, I would be nothing.”

Dr. Baker nodded and sipped her tea with a pensive look. She let Max’s words hang in the air long enough to make Max shift uncomfortably.

“Can we take a moment to acknowledge the growth you have achieved since we met? While I cannot, as a mental health professional, condone the punch I can say I am very proud of how far you have come.”

Max felt a blush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to let the compliment in.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You said you want him to see that you are happy. Are you happy, Max?”

Dr. Baker had been surprisingly insightful and disturbingly attuned to Max. It made him uncomfortable to honestly look inside and decipher his emotions, rather than burying them deep.

“As happy as I can be, I guess.”

“Can you talk about that a little more?”

Max hid behind the mug once again and drew his knees up to his chest. The physical discomfort of bearing his soul sat like a pit in his stomach.

“I feel better than I have in a long time. I’m not entirely sure what happiness would mean to me. I still get the nightmares a couple of times a week, but Toto helps. He holds me until I fall asleep again. It’s weird to say, but it’s like his presence alone anchors me to the world.”

“Anchors you?”

He sighed and wrapped his free hand around his shins.

“Before, when I was on the suppressants, it felt almost like I could float away at any moment. My life was disconnected from me. It was as if one day I would fall apart, and the world would just keep turning without anyone noticing. I’m not sure that makes any sense.”

“Dissociation can be a side effect of long term suppressant use, but there is usually a thought process that coinsides with it. Do you think you can explore where that thought process started?”

“My dad’s favorite line was always that I wasn’t good enough for F1. He told me I’d be a truck driver. So, when I finally made it to F1, it was as if it was all going to disappear one day because I didn’t deserve it. No matter what happened I was never going to be good enough to deserve it. But at the same moment my entire being was tied to racing.”

“Do you still feel that without racing, you wouldn’t be yourself?”

Max chewed on his bottom lip.

“Yes. I am a driver, and F1 is an experience like no other. I don’t think I could ever truly put into words what it feels like behind the wheel.”

“When do you feel most like yourself when you are not in the car?”

Max cringed a bit as he toed the line of sounding like a love-sick idiot.

“When I’m with Toto. I spent many years pretending to be someone I am not, but with him, it’s as if he drags me out of my shell. I don’t think I could hide from him even if I wanted to try. It’s terrifyingly natural to relax into life with him.”

“Terrifying?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not a fan of vulnerability.”

Dr. Baker laughed lightly and shook her head fondly.

“You don’t say.”

Max let one foot fall to the floor and peeked at his watch. Five minutes left.

“Can I ask you a medical question?”

“Of course, Max.”

“I—uuh—well, my body seems to have a certain—let’s just say reaction to Toto. I mean to say that since yesterday I’m—ahem—reacting more.”

“From what I have seen and heard of the two of you, I believe you have found your mate, Max. It may also have to do with you’re body making up for lost time and simply heightening your senses. Or it may be that you are approaching another heat. As time passes and your heat cycles become more regular, we will be able to pinpoint your body’s signals. Usually, the first warning signs are five to seven days before you go into heat.”

Max groaned and dragged his hand through his hair roughly. He knew at some point his body would go in to heat again but he thought he had more time.

"But it's barely been a month! I thought this was only supposed to happen every three months!"

Dr. Baker looked him with sympathy painted on every feature, "Max, your body is still figuring out it's natural rhythm. It's been out of balance for so long I'm afraid your cycle may be very erratic for the time being while your hormones return to natural levels.

“I leave for Spain tomorrow!”

Dr. Baker put her mug down and studied Max, clutching her hands together.

“Take a deep breath, Max. This is something we will have to address on a day-by-day basis. When I run the labs from today’s blood work, I should be able to give you a more specific timeline.”

Max shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the cold chill of panic slipped down his spine.

He tried to keep his voice calm. “Yeah.”

“I know we’ve only got a couple of minutes left, but why don’t we try one of the mindfulness exercises together?”

“Okay.”

“Feet on the floor and close your eyes, please. We’re going to start with some box breathing. In for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four.”

Max shut his eyes as his mind fought to keep its focus.

“Got it.”

“In. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. Out. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. Remember, it’s okay if your mind wanders; gently remind yourself to come back to your breathing. Try to clear your mind of everything but your breathing. Again. In. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. Out. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4.”

Max could practically feel the tension oozing out of his body, but there was still a buzzing of anxiety simmering under the surface.

“Two more. In. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. Out. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. In. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. Out. 1 2 3 4. Hold. 1 2 3 4. Excellent job, Max. Let’s take a deep breath in and let it out slowly as you open your eyes.”

Max blinked a couple of times, trying to keep a tight hold on the calmness, but he could already feel it cracking at the edges.

“Are you alright, Max? I don’t want to leave you alone if you need some more time to process.”

“Oh, I’m fine, and Toto should be home any moment,” Max lied through his teeth, turning to put the mugs in the kitchen so that Dr. Baker wouldn’t see him wince. When he turned back around, he plastered a smile on his face as he escorted Dr. Baker out of the apartment.

Chapter 35: Panic

Notes:

Apologies for the short update, but I was focusing on the second part of my Roux series!

May 30th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max sat on the floor at the end of their bed, staring out the balcony doors to the Monaco harbor. His brain was reeling with the realization that he was heading into both a race weekend and a heat simultaneously. The panic was creeping up his spine as his old fears reared their ugly heads.

Omegas don’t belong in Formula One. They belong on their knees with a cock in their hole because that is all they are suitable for!

Max was quickly devolving into hyperventilation. His head dropped between his knees. He buried his hands in his hair and yanked. Every cell of his body was screaming in terror. Tears welled up in Max’s eyes.

“MAX!”

The door slammed closed behind Toto. He threw the bags of groceries on the floor and scoured the apartment searching for his omega. When Dr. Baker had called him, the feeling of dread had already started growing in Toto. He knew something was wrong. Toto’s knees slammed into the carpeting as he knelt in front of Max’s shaking body.

“Useless. Stupid. Worthless.” Max choked out through his sobs.

“Max. Hey hey. Max, look at me, little one. Please look at me. Shh. Please look at me.”

Desperation tinged Toto’s tone. He gently tried to pry Max’s hands away, but they just clenched tighter.

“Useless. Stupid. Worthless.”

Toto took a deep breath, trying to calm his own rising panic. His tone slipped down an octave, clicking into his Alpha voice. His tone rang with a clear command.

“Max, look at me. Now.”

Max’s omega couldn’t resist the direct order, and even through his panic, he obeyed, lifting his eyes to meet Toto’s.

“Don’t.”

“Max, look at me.”

A whimper bubbled up from deep in Max’s chest. His heart was hammering in his chest, and his skin was on fire.

“Don’t.”

He couldn’t bear the thought of the vulnerability that was pouring off of him in waves. The rational side of his brain had switched off completely. Toto cupped Max’s chin, brushing away a falling tear.

“Hey, little one. Eyes on me. Breathe. Deep breaths.”

Max could still feel the panic thrumming through his body, but the hardened edges had started to soften. He closed his eyes and let Toto hold the weight of his head.

“No, little one. Stay here. Eyes on me. I need to see you.”

Max blinked his bleary eyes open. He focused on his breathing, trying to match the steady rise and fall of Toto’s chest. Max’s hands finally fell from his hair, falling to the floor with two dull thuds. His eyes searched Toto’s, not quite sure what he was looking for. Shame? Of course, it would be shame at his weakness, his stupidity, his vulnerability. The panic was back.

“Max. Don’t you dare slip away again. Stay here. Look at me. Please, little one. Look at me.”

His breath was picking up in pace again as he struggled to obey. Toto gripped Max’s chin a little tighter.

“Useless. Stupid.—“

“Max. Stop, little one. Please stop saying that. I love you so much. Please stop.”

Toto wrapped his hands around Max’s hips and tugged the omega into his lap. He pressed his forehead into Max’s as he pleaded.

“I-I-I can’t—I’m n-not—“

“Shhh, little one, you are everything to me. Max, you are beautiful and perfect for me. I need you to take a deep breath and calm down for me. Breathe with me. In and out slowly. That’s it. Slowly. Steady.”

“I’m—“

“Shh. No words, breathe. That’s my good boy.”

Toto tugged Max in further, burrowing his nose into the crook of Max’s neck and wrapping his arms around tightly. Toto’s knees ached at the prolonged kneeling, but he ignored it, crushing Max’s body. Slowly Max's breath steadied down to a normal cadence. Max breathed in Toto's scent letting his Alpha flood his every sense. Toto let out a sigh of relief as he sensed the panic disapating from his omega. They stayed on the floor breathing each other in until a painful pang shot up Toto’s leg.

“Hey, little one. We need to move this to the bed before I lose permanent function in my knees.”

Max couldn’t help but giggle, leaning back enough to look into Toto’s eyes.

“Old man.”

Toto chuckled before sliding the omega off his lap and standing gingerly. He bent down despite his knees’ protest and lifted Max off the floor before climbing into the bed and throwing Max down in the center. Toto lay down and dragged Max’s body on top of his.

“Are you alright, little one?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m better than I was. Dr. Baker thinks I’m going into heat, and the race is this weekend. I panicked.”

“Max, she seemed pretty confident that you have about a week before you go into heat when I spoke to her.”

It finally clicked that Max hadn’t been as good an actor as he thought. Dr. Baker must have called Toto the instant she left the apartment. Max signed heavily and pressed his ear to Toto’s chest, just listening to the beating of his Alpha’s heart. A deep soreness permeated every muscle in Max’s body. He could feel the exhaustion creeping in steadily.

“I’m sorry.”

“Max, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I lied to Dr. Baker. I told her I was fine.”

Toto hummed in agreement and carded his fingers through Max’s hair.

“That wasn’t a wise decision.”

Max sighed heavily and traced his fingers over Toto’s collarbone.

“I should have called you.”

“Promise me you will next time. If you ever feel like that again, promise me that if I am not with you, you will call me.”

“I promise.”

“No, Max. Look me in the eye and promise me.”

Max lifted his head slowly, meeting Toto’s gaze.

“I promise.”

“Good boy.”

“I’m going to nap, but after, can I go on my knees for a little bit?”

“Of course, little one. Do you want to do anything else or kneel for me?”

A light blush tinged Max’s cheeks.

“Is it okay if I just kneel?”

“Of course, little one.”

Max sighed happily and closed his eyes. He was starting to nod off when Toto’s body jolted under him.

“Ugh. I left the groceries out.”

“Fuck the groceries.”

“Max, I need to put the ice cream in the freezer.”

“I will have Charles send over some of his stupid gelato to replace it.”

Toto squeezed Max’s sides gently and let his head fall back into the pillows with a laugh.

Chapter 36: Sim Racing

June 6th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max meandered around the apartment feeling restless and bored. Spain had been another breezy win for Red Bull, and the high of celebration was still radiating through his body. According to the bloodwork, Max’s heat wouldn’t begin until late during the evening or early the next morning, but the itchiness under his skin was already building. He flopped down on the bed and stretched as far as his body could go. In his pocket, his cell phone buzzed with a text message. He flipped onto his back and fished his phone out.

Sim race?

Max chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. He checked the time and sighed dramatically. Toto would be stuck in meetings for at least two more hours. With another dramatic sigh, he rolled out of bed and made his way to one of the spare rooms. He settled into his sim racing rig and slid his headset over his messy hair.

“Morning, Max!”

“Hey, Lan.”

“You sound tired. You alright?”

“Yeah, still recovering from Sunday.”

On the second screen, Lando’s webcam flickered on at the same time as Max’s. They waved to each other before a sly smile crept across Lando’s face.

“Max, what’s the logo on that shirt you’re wearing?”

Max looked down and groaned. He had forgotten that he had just thrown on one of Toto’s Mercedes button-downs this morning, along with a pair of soft black shorts.

“Shut up!”

“Does it smell like him?”

“Lando!”

“I mean, the man always manages to smell good. Bet his scent lingers on his clothes forever.”

Max groaned and rolled his eyes. He would never admit it, but that was the exact reason he preferred wearing Toto’s clothes over his own. Every fiber of the fabric was permeated with the sharp, crisp scent of his alpha. Lando cackled as he called up the Silverstone track. Max let out a steadying breath as he lined up his car in the second position. Even if his body was humming with the anticipation of his heat, he threw himself into the game, focusing on every turn with pinpoint accuracy. In turn one, he dive-bombed through the inside line, flying past Lando’s papaya car. Max’s fingers flicked over the steering wheel, shifting with practiced ease. The first half of the race flew by as Max worked on building his lead.

“I’m coming for you, Maxie. Striking distance in four turns.”

“In your dreams!”

“Hey! You pushed me off the track!”

Lando giggled with glee as his car shot past Max’s on the screen.

“It was a racing incident!”

The two friends laughed together as they fought over first place. In the end, Max slipped past Lando on the last turn of the last lap before crossing the line with an excited whoop. Lando huffed as Max threw his arms in the air.

“Alright, alright, Mr Hot Shot. I’m going to crush you at Spa.”

Max grinned as Lando selected the track on the screen. They were 35 laps in when the door swung open to Max’s right. Max’s eyes shifted to the doorway for a quick moment while his car flew down the straightaway. He swallowed around the lump in his throat. Toto looked positively sinful in a plain black button-down and black slacks. His steering wheel vibrated in his hands, dragging his focus back to the race. On the screen, Max’s car dramatically snapped, sending the back end of the car into the grass.

“Fuck!”

“What happened there, Maxie?”

“Shut up, Lando!”

Max gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the race even though he could sense Toto’s presence approaching ever closer to his side. Max’s breath hitched. Toto squatted down at Max’s side, careful to remain out of the view of Max’s webcam. Max’s entire body shuddered as a hand wrapped around his ankle and slowly dragged up to his inner thigh. Toto’s hand gently petted Max’s thigh for a moment before cupping Max’s cock through his shorts. A whisper of a moan passed from Max’s lip as his cock hardened instantly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Max’s knuckles were going white at the force of his grip on the steering wheel. He tried to steady his focus, but Toto was proving to be a compelling distraction. As his car flew up the hill, Toto’s lips began brushing against the outside of Max’s thigh. His breath was becoming more ragged despite his attempts to ignore Toto’s insistent ministrations. The silk of his panties dragged across the sensistive head of Max’s cock driving him slowly insane. Max could feel his hole clench instinctively as a steady stream of slick began to run. He gasped when he felt Toto’s teeth graze his skin at the exact moment that Lando’s car breezed past him on the track.

“That was the easiest pass on Max Verstappen in history!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m going to tell everyone you’re easy!”

“Lando, I swear to fucking god!”

An undignified squeak erupted from Max as Toto squeezed the head of Max’s cock just a bit too tight.

“Max? Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not!”

“I’m looking at you! You’re blushing like a schoolgirl!”

“Focus on your car! I’ve got DRS behind you!”

He glanced at the lap counter in the top corner of the screen. Four more laps and Max was free. He desperately tried to keep his focus on the screen in front of him. Toto’s hand slipped from his cock and slid slowly up the inside of Max’s thigh. Max’s breath picked up in pace as his eyes darted down to his lap. He watched as Toto’s hand slipped into the leg of Max’s loose-fitting shorts and pressed at Max’s hole through his panties. Max’s eyes flicked back to the screen, where he was steadily dropping down the leaderboard. He tried to refocus, but the second Toto’s finger weedled its way into Max’s panties and into Max’s hole, the car on screen went flying into the wall. A breathless whine was all Max could muster as Toto’s finger pushed in all the way and stopped. Max panted as his hole clenched, hands still gripping the steering wheel like it was a lifeline.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothing!”

Even Max had to admit his voice sounded off. It was too rough, too strained. Lando cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s in the room, isn’t he?”

Max’s cheeks grew even redder.

“Shut up, Lando!”

A deep, rumbling chuckle came from the floor as Toto slid his hand out of Max’s shorts and rose.

“Good morning, Lando”, Toto said, leaning forward so his lips were practically pressed to the microphone.

“Hi, Toto!”

Toto’s hand reached out, covering the camera before he leaned in, pushing the headphones down until they rested around Max’s neck. His lips brushed the shell of Max’s ear, and his voice lowered to a growly whisper.

“Log off. Now. I have a half-hour break from my meetings, and I want to spend it with you bent over my desk opening your hole for the debauchery I have planned for tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week, little one.”

Max swallowed around the lump in his throat. His cock and his hole were both leaking soaking his panties. He nodded once and watched as Toto’s hand slipped away from the camera as he exited the room. He tried to breathe as he flipped his headphones back on and adjusted the mic back to his lips.

“Hey, I have to—“

“Holy fucking shit! That alpha voice!”

Max’s eyes shot up to Lando, who was fanning himself on camera.

“What?”

“You didn’t press the mute button.”

“Oh fuck me. How much did you hear?”

Max buried his face in his hands, trying to cover his embarrassment.

“I heard everything! And even I would bend over and present for that! That voice is going to live in my brain every time I wank for weeks!”

“Lando!”

“Can I watch?”

“Goodbye, Lando!”

“Send me pictures at least!”

“Goodbye!”

Max quickly clicked the exit button and threw his headphones on the desk. He ran his hands through his hair, breathing for a moment, before he hopped out of his chair and hurried to Toto’s office. Toto was waiting, sitting in his office chair with his legs spread wide and his pants open. His hand was slowly stroking himself to hardness as he pointed to the desk. Max understood the command and stepped around the desk. He bent forward and dipped his back presenting his ass to his alpha.

“Please, Sir.”

“So pretty when you beg for me.”

Toto hooked his fingers into the waistband of Max’s shorts and dragged them down until they pooled around Max’s ankles. He rose and pressed his cock into Max’s panty-clad ass slowly thrusting his hips. Max whimpered, clutching at the opposite side of the glossy wooden desk.

“Need you, Sir.”

Toto thrust his hips faster against the soft silk, groaning at the sensation. Max’s breath was coming in short, needy gasps within seconds. The heat was starting to grow in Max’s body and every nerve was alight with lust. Toto stepped to the side and slid Max’s panties down to mid-thigh before burying two fingers in Max’s hole.

“Fuuuuck!”

Toto drove his fingers in fast and hard, wrapping his left arm around Max’s waist.

“My good boy. Such a perfect little hole.”

Max bit down on his forearm as his body shook. His eyes rolled back as Toto’s fingers rubbed tight circles directly over Max’s prostate.

“Sir!”

Toto’s fingers slipped out, and his hand landed on Max’s left cheek with a solid smack. Max squealed into his forearm as the spanks fell on his cheeks and thighs. He could feel his cock throbbing with need as slick dribbled down his thighs. His balls drew up throbbing in time with his hammering heart. One touch and he would be spilling over the side of Toto’s desk.

“So close already, little one?”

“Please, Sir! I’m so close.”

“No.”

“Toto, please”, Max whined.

Toto pressed three fingers back into Max’s hole, spreading them wide. Every muscle of Max’s body shuddered and twitched. His body was an inch from falling over the edge.

“No, little one.”

Max tried desperately to clamp down on his need, but he knew he was going to lose the battle.

“Going to cum! Can’t stop! Please, Sir!”

In a blur of motion, Max's hole was left empty. He let out a sound that was a mix between a frustrated growl and a desperate moan. Toto’s hand clamped down on Max’s shaft, choking off the orgasm that was one second away. Toto kept a tight grip on Max’s cock as he landed another round of spanks over every inch of Max’s backside. Toto slowly dragged Max up to stand; one hand still held off Max’s orgasm, and the other wrapped around the omega’s delicate throat.

“I have to get back to my meetings. Eat some lunch and drink water.”

“Can’t I cum once, Sir? Please, just one! Need one to hold me over until tonight!”

“No, little one. Now go and keep your hands off what is mine. Do you understand me?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir.”

“Tell me, little one. Tell me, who owns your body?”

“Belongs to you, Sir.”

“Who do your orgasms belong to, Max?”

“You, Sir!”

“Who does your cock belong to?”

“You, Sir!”

“And your hole? Who owns your hole, little one?”

“You! It belongs to you, Sir!”

“That’s my good boy. Go. Now. Before you earn yourself a punishment.”

Max sucked in a shaky breath. He had to catch himself with his hands on the desk as Toto pulled his hands away and slowly eased Max’s panties and shorts back into place.

“I’m so hard. Can’t wait for tonight, Sir.”

"You will wait, little one. Your pleasure belongs to me."

"Yes, Sir. It hurts, though! My whole body feels like it's on fire!

“I can already smell your heat coming, but I have to finish my work. Last warning. Go.”

Max yelped at the hard smack that landed just below the hem of his shorts before he quickly made his way out of the office, shutting the door behind himself with a solid click. With every step his cock begged to be held, touched, released, but Max resisted. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what his punishment would be if he came without permission right before his heat. He pressed his forehead into the cool stainless steel of the refrigerator door, trying to calm his body down. It took him several long moments of deep breathing before he felt under control enough to fix himself lunch.

Chapter 37: Teasing

June 6th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

“Unfair to make me wait”, Max mumbled to himself as he washed the bowl he had used for his salad.

His erection hadn’t flagged at all despite his attempts to settle his hormones while he ate his lunch and chugged three glasses of water. He lifted his arm to his face to wipe away a drop of sweat from his forehead. Toto’s scent overwhelmed his senses for a brief moment. Max had fished the shirt out of the laundry earlier, knowing that the sight of Max's body drowning in a Mercedes shirt three sizes too big would drive Toto crazy all day. But there was also the fact that the shirt was still drenched in Toto's sweat from a day spent in the garage during the Spanish GP. His brain flickered back to Toto’s fingers stretching him open while he was on camera.

“He wants to tease. I’ll show him a tease.”

Max set his brow and made his way to the playroom, punching in the code with determination. He was going to put on a show that would crack even Toto’s steadfast grip on control. Max ripped open the drawer next to the bed and ran a finger over the leather collar that rested there. He ran a finger over the supple black leather and tapped his nail over the 24k heart-shaped padlock that hung from the o-ring at the front. Engraved into the cold, shiny metal were Toto’s initials. A flicker of hesitation rose in Max, but he tamped down on it. He buckled the collar around his neck, leaving two fingers of room between the padding lining the inside and his throat. He pulled open the next drawer and grabbed the leash, which was a chain of the same brilliant gold as the padlock, except for the handle, which was leather. Max clipped the leash onto the o-ring and tucked it inside his shirt. He buttoned the shirt up all the way, hiding the collar from view, already picturing how Toto’s eyes would darken at the reveal. The leash had sat unused in the drawer since its arrival.

He moved to the shelf that held their vast collection of dildos, debating which one he wanted to use. He could use the smallest one they owned so that when Toto finally did take him, the stretch would be deliciously painful. He shook his head and moved to the mid-sized selection. Max grinned when he made up his mind. The one he plucked from the shelf was a silicone cast of Toto’s own cock at full hardness that they had made a few weeks ago, but hadn’t had the chance to use yet. Max giggled to himself and exited the playroom, and walked directly to the door of Toto’s office.

Max pressed his ear to the door, waiting until Toto was finished speaking before cracking the door open. He stepped into the room and placed the dildo on the side table. Toto’s eyebrow raised in warning, but Max ignored it with a smile.

“Yes, a tenth of a millimeter”, Toto responded to someone on the other end of the video call, but his eyes were glued to Max.

Max turned his back on Toto and closed the door. He swayed his hips from side to side and dragged his shorts down his legs, slowly bending completely in half to give Toto an irresistible view. Across the room, Toto’s brow furrowed as he tried to maintain his composure. Every tantalizing inch of skin that was revealed made him want to end his meeting and jump over the desk immediately, but he had to keep his composure. Max kicked his shorts to the side and hooked his thumbs into the sides of his panties.

“I think we need to test the wing adjustment on the track before Canada. The simulation was too inconclusive. One session should be enough.”

Max could hear the slight crack in Toto’s tone as he drew his panties down to the floor.

“No, I cannot make it to Silverstone tomorrow, but I expect the data in my inbox for review.”

The panties ended up thrown carelessly to the side as well before Max turned around and thumbed the bottom button of the shirt. He met Toto’s eyes and poked his tongue out, running it over his lips as he popped open the buttons one by one. The moment Toto realized Max was wearing the leash, Max clocked it by the growl that Toto tried to cover with a cough. Max looked up at his alpha through his lashes. He could see a bead of sweat forming on Toto’s temple and the slight tremor of his hand.

“Yes, George is in England this week.”

Max picked up the dildo from the table and gracefully sank to his knees, letting the button-down hang loosely from his shoulders. He held the dildo up and dragged his tongue from the suction cup at the base up to the tip. He kept his eyes glued on Toto as he wrapped his lips around the head. With delibrate slowness he worked the silicone cock into his mouth inch by inch. He let his eyes slip closed as the head hit the back of his throat. Max’s knees parted wide as he grabbed for the leash. He wound it around his hand tightly, moaning softly at the tugging sensation on the collar. Max could hear the pitch in Toto’s breathing change.

“No more than 20 laps in testing. Full pace.”

Max worked the dildo in and out of his throat, keeping his volume in check just enough that Toto’s AirPods wouldn’t pick up his noises. A thick line of drool dripped down Max’s chin. He opened his eyes as he dragged the dildo out of his mouth with an obscenely wet pop. Toto’s pen clattered to the desk as his hand balled into a tight fist.

“Yes, I’m fine. Bono, can you send me the arodynamic comparison from Sunday?”

Max pressed the dildo back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks enough to hold it in place as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the floor. The metal of the leash dragged on the hardwood between Max’s legs as Max dipped his back and crawled a few feet closer to the desk. Toto couldn’t resist moving his chair forward another inch so he could keep Max fully in sight. Max giggled and rose back up to his knees. He pulled the dildo out of his mouth again and reached between his legs, suctioning it to the hardwood floor, and leaned back, placing his hands on the floor behind his body. Max shuddered as he slowly lowered himself onto the dildo. Inch by inch, the silicone sank in, dragging against the sensitive walls of Max’s hole.

“No. We are not ready for that.”

Toto’s voice was dropping down seamlessly into his alpha voice, and Max grinned triumphantly. He locked his eyes back onto Toto’s and teasingly held one finger over his lips. He felt rather than heard the growl that erupted from deep in Toto’s chest. Max licked his lips again as he lifted his hips before slamming them back down with a whispered moan of pleasure. Every time his ass met the hardwood of the floor Max’s cock slapped up against his abdomen creating a symphony of senstions. He was so close.

“Gentlemen, I think we are done for today. Thank you for your time. No, we will discuss that tomorrow. Bono, tomorrow. Tomorrow! Goodbye!”

The laptop slammed shut so hard that the screen cracked. Toto stood and walked around the desk, taking the leash in one hand and burying his other in Max’s hair, yanking until Max’s eye met his.

“You little brat.”

“It’s only fair, Toto! You teased me. I was only teasing you back!”

“You have no idea how much I can tease you, little one.”

Max whimpered lowly, wondering if maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. Toto released Max’s hair and opened his pants in a flash.

“Alpha, I—mmph!”

Toto had shoved his cock down Max’s throat mid sentence making the omega choke and sputter. The leash wound around Toto’s hand tightly as he used it to drag Max’s mouth down, not stopping until he felt Max’s nose against his skin.

“Stay down on it.”

Max struggled for a moment, clutching at Toto’s thighs as his vision swam from lack of oxygen. Toto held firmly, gripping the back of Max’s head in his free hand. He groaned at the feeling of Max’s throat opening and closing around his length. Panic rose in Max’s body just as Toto dragged Max’s head backwards. Tears ran rivers down Max’s cheeks as his eyes flicked up to meet Toto’s.

“Tongue out. Don’t swallow.”

Max whined but did as he was told, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out. Toto wrapped a hand around his own cock and worked himself slowly. He held Max still by the leash as he pumped himself. With a groan of satisfaction, Toto shot his load into Max’s waiting mouth, painting it with thick, white stripes.

“That’s my good boy. Stay like that for a moment.”

Toto released the leash to fall against Max’s body, making him jump. He returned a moment later with Max’s discarded panties. He stood infront of Max as he wiped his softening cock with the silky material before pushing them into Max’s still open mouth.

“Close.”

Max’s jaw snapped shut with a moan as the taste of Toto overwhelmed him. His cock throbbed painfully; he wanted more.

“Stay. I’m going to grab something from the playroom.”

Max nodded once and let his hands rest on his thighs as his tongue played with the panties in his mouth. Toto returned a moment later with an object Max didn’t recognize.

“Do you know what this is, little one?”

Max shook his head no, his face expressing a skeptical look.

“This little device is called a humbler. Your balls fit in this ring here, and these bars rest against your sit spots. I must warn you that if you move too fast or too far, you will regret it. Bend forward. Forehead on the floor, arms behind your back.”

Max whimpered, looking at the device, but did as he was told, interlocking his fingers behind his back. As he moved into position, the dildo slid from his hole, releasing a stream of slick down the backs of his thighs. The cool hardwood felt good against the heated skin of his forehead. Max gasped around the panties as Toto’s rough hands pulled his balls backwards.

“When will you learn that your actions have consequences, little one? You push and push, and end up in trouble so often that I think it confirms my theory that you enjoy being punished too much for it to deter you from bad behavior. However, I know how much you hate being made to wait. So, here's what we're going to do, little one. You will kneel on your cushion for me while I finish my work, and maybe in a couple of hours, I will allow you to beg to be punished. If you behave yourself and beg sufficiently, I will punish you. If not, we will wait until you can.”

Another whimper broke free from Max’s mouth as he felt the cold metal of the humbler lock around the base of his balls. Toto stood and dragged a large cushion to rest beside his chair.

“Come, Max.”

Max choked on the panties at the first movement. He had tried to move too far, and the humbler made itself known instantly. The bar yanked his balls backwards, eliciting a sharp pang of pain.

“Now, Max. Come.”

Tiny whine of pain bubbled up as Max slowly and gingerly crawled forward until he was on all fours on the cushion. His knees were grateful for the plush cushion, but his balls throbbed in pain, not allowing him to relax an inch. Toto cupped his chin tenderly and brushed his thumb over Max’s lips.

“You may rest in any position you feel comfortable, and you are free to move as much as you need to, as long as you stay on the cushion and remain silent.”

Max nodded his understanding and settled into the humble position on his knees with his chest and forehead pressed to the soft fabric of the cushion with his arms stretched over his head. By this point Toto’s button down clung to the sweaty skin of Max’s back covering his ass. Toto reached down flicking the fabric up so it pooled at Max’s shoulder blades exposing his ass to the air.

“So beautiful”, Toto whispered reverently as he stroked his fingers over the taut muscles of Max’s back.

Max turned his head to the side and smiled as his body tentatively settled. Toto sat back in his chair, opening his phone to adjust the thermostat down another three degrees. He could already smell the pheromones building in Max’s core, and he doubted they had more than four hours before the full extent of his heat hit.

Notes:

Two chapters in a day? Whaaat?

I know I've been terrible at consistently posting, and I apologize for that. When the weather gets warm in New England, my social calendar explodes! I will likely need to limit updates to Wednesdays for the time being.

Happy reading!

Chapter 38: Dinner and a Punishment

June 6th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

The steady scratching of pen on paper echoed through the room, drawing Max into a trance-like state. He breathed deeply as his body settled into the position he had been holding for the last hour. The plush cushion underneath him coddled his body. A gentle hand on his back made Max jump with the unexpected touch.

“Lie down, little one.”

Max hummed in agreement and gingerly shifted his position to lie on his side with his knees drawn up. As he moved, the humbler tugged at his balls, eliciting a pained whine. Toto smiled down at him and carded a finger through Max’s hair.

“Open your mouth.”

Max obeyed instantly sighing in relief as the spit and cum drenched panties were pulled from his mouth. Max’s brain was floating in a happy, sated space, even though his balls ached and he could feel the heat building up in his body. His eyes slid closed, and he let himself be present in the moment at Toto’s feet. For a second, an angry voice in the back of his mind reared, calling him pathetic for lying at the feet of an Alpha. He flinched. Max drew a deep breath in through his nose, letting Toto’s scent soothe him. Without a second thought, he reached forward, wrapping his hand around Toto’s ankle.

“Are you okay, little one?”

“Yes, Sir. Just needed to ground myself.”

Toto nodded and reached back down to brush the hair off of Max’s sweaty forehead before turning back to his documents. Max traced circles with his thumb around Toto’s ankle bone and let himself slip back to his calm space. In Max’s mind, the world settled down to himself and Toto and this moment. He breathed deeply, drawing his attention to the collar still resting around his neck. Recognizing the steady weight of the collar dragged him further down, enveloping his body in calmness.

“Max?”

His eyes flickered open as he gazed up at Toto, who was running a hand down his side. Max was disoriented for a moment. The room was bathed in the glowing light of sunset.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Up on all fours.”

Max’s breath caught in his chest, shifting his body slowly. He could feel a dribble of slick slip from his hole as blood rushed to his cock. Toto slipped his hand into Max’s hair and tugged.

“You were a very good boy for me, Max. I’m going to make us some dinner, and after you can beg for the punishment you earned earlier.”

Max whined at the reminder that he was due for a punishment. Toto reached down, grabbing the leash. The golden chain glistened in the sunlight as it wrapped around Toto’s hand. Toto stood and took a step towards the door.

“Wait—“

Toto tugged gently on the leash with a raised eyebrow. The silent question hung in the air.

“Come, Max.”

A shuddered gasp fell from Max’s lips when he realized what Toto was asking him to do. He looked up, meeting Toto’s eyes before he crawled forward an inch.

“Fuck!”

Max whimpered as the humbler tugged his balls backward when his leg moved just an inch too far.

“Come, little one.”

The head of his cock brushed against his abdomen, making Max moan. He looked up at Toto through his lashes. His hole and cock were throbbing with need and with every inch forward it only built. There was something about crawling on his hands and knees through the apartment towards the kitchen that made Max’s omega side feral. The constant tugging of his balls made his breathing harsher, sharper. He needed more. Toto kept his pace slow and deliberate as he studied the lines of Max’s body as they moved. As they passed the living room, Toto grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it on the floor at the head of their kitchen table.

“You’re going to kneel right here while I make dinner in Nadu. Focus on your breathing and keeping your back straight. Eyes on me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Max effortlessly slid into the position, resting his hands palm up on his thighs and spreading his legs open. Toto squatted down in front of Max and used the leash to tug him into a deep kiss.

“Such a good boy for me. So beautiful like this.”

Max leaned forward, chasing Toto’s lips.

“Please, Sir.”

“Stay.”

Max couldn’t help but whine in frustration. Toto smiled and unclipped the leash from Max’s collar before looping it around the leg of the table and reattaching it. Max swallowed around the lump in his throat. The leash grounded him, keeping him in place, and Max’s body was screaming for release.

“Hurts, Sir.”

“What hurts, little one?”

“My hole, my balls, my cock! Need you. Please, Sir.”

“You can beg as much as you want, little one, but you will wait. Stay.”

Max’s bottom lip poked out a bit.

“But, Sir!”

“And don’t pout.”

It took every ounce of Max’s self-control not to roll his eyes. He watched from his cushion as Toto pushed the sleeves of his button-down up and opened the refrigerator. Max idly wondered how Toto always managed to make the most mundane tasks impossibly sexy. The calm, controlled way the Alpha chopped vegetables and pan-fried two fish filets made Max drool. Toto made quick work of putting together their meal and set a single plate down on the table at the seat next to where Max was kneeling.

“What about me?”

Toto smiled and picked up a chunk of roasted sweet potato with his fingers before lowering it to Max’s mouth.

“Open.”

“Toto, you can’t be serious.”

“Open, Max. Now. Let me take care of you.”

Max chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before obediently opening his mouth. He moaned happily as the morsel of food hit his tongue. Toto was a surprisingly good cook. It took Max a few bites to settle into the rhythm of Toto slowly hand feeding him his dinner. Despite his original skepticism, Max had to admit there was something intimate and sexy about being fed while kneeling at his Alpha’s feet. He took his time sucking and licking Toto’s fingers clean after each bite unable to resist the little moans of pleasure that slipped from his lips. When the plate was clear, Toto leaned back and dug his hand into Max’s hair.

“Good boy, Max. Are you ready to beg for your punishment now?”

“Yes. Please. Please, Sir. Please punish me. Please make me sorry for being a brat.”

Toto tugged lightly at Max’s hair.

“How should I punish you, little one?”

“However you want to, Sir! Please! Belong to you. Want to be good for you.”

“You’re always good for me, even when you’re being a brat.”

“Please just touch me, Sir. Need you.”

Toto stood, dumping the plate in the sink before grabbing a long wooden spoon from the drawer. He tapped the spoon on his palm as he walked back to Max, whose pupils were blown wide with lust and adrenaline. Toto unclipped the leash from the table and reattached it to Max’s collar.

“Up.”

Max slowly rose, being incredibly careful not to move too much or stand straight with his balls still locked in the humbler. Toto sat back down on the chair and spread his legs wide, dragging Max over one knee. Max gasped in shock as he suddenly found himself staring at the floor. Toto didn’t waste any time sending his hand flying into Max’s bare cheeks.

“Owww!”

Toto locked his free leg over Max’s, holding the omega in place as he laid a solid layer of spanks over every inch of Max’s cheeks. Once every inch was a uniform shade of pink, Toto stopped gently caressing the warm skin. A choked moan echoed through the room as Toto plunged two fingers into Max’s hole. He pumped his fingers in and out, brushing against Max’s prostate with each thrust.

“So wet for me. So ready to be fucked.”

“Yes, Sir. Please! Please please please fuck me. Need you!”

“Very soon, little one. You’re getting twenty with the spoon first. You’re going to count them for me and thank me after each one.”

“Yes, Sir”, Max panted out between his moans.

Toto grabbed the spoon from the table and tapped it against Max’s left cheek before landing it with a solid smack. Max sucked in a shaky breath through the pain.

“One! Thank you, Sir.”

Max felt a line of precum slip down his cock as it throbbed angrily. The spoon landed on the other cheek.

“Ouch! Two! Thank you, Sir.”

Toto tapped the spoon lower over the back of Max’s thigh, being careful to avoid Max’s red, restrained balls.

“My perfect little brat.”

The spoon rose two oval welts on the backs of Max’s thighs.

“Three! Thank you, Sir! Ow! Four! Thank you, Sir.”

“I can smell the heat coming off you in waves. So pretty and needy.”

Toto smacked the spoon down on Max’s sensitive sit spots six times, alternating between each side. Max howled in pain, drumming his toes against the floor.

“Ten, Sir! Fuck! Ow! Ten! Thank you, Sir.”

Toto groaned as Max’s hips wiggled against the Alpha’s already hard cock.

“Settle down, Max.”

Max sniffled, but did as he was told, stilling his body even as flames of heat flared. The building of pain was muddling his mind, dragging his body to the edge of exploding. He was so close to cumming. Toto’s leg clamped even harder over Max’s, knowing that if the omega kicked too hard, his balls would suffer. Toto snapped the spoon down twice more on Max’s ass.

“OOH! Eleven, Sir! Thank you! Twelve! Thank you!”

Desperate whimpers fell from Max’s mouth between the exclamations of pain. He raised his hips so that his cock wouldn’t rub against the soft material of Toto’s slacks. His vision was blurring from the need for release.

“T-t-thirteen! Thank you, Sir! Fourteen, Sir! Thank you!”

Toto reached his free hand down and spread Max’s cheeks. He tapped the head of the spoon against Max’s hole in warning before letting it land.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cumming! Can’t—I’m—Fuuuuckkk!”

Max’s entire body bowed as his cock painted the thigh of Toto’s pants with cum. Toto wrapped his arm back around Max’s waist and smacked the spoon down five more times in quick succession. Max gasped for a solid breath as his body shook, torn between pleasure and pain.

“T-t-twenty, Sir. Thank you. Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I tried to hold it, but I couldn’t stop it.”

Tears poured down Max’s cheek as he lay over Toto’s lap completely limp.

“Shh. Hush, little one. I will forgive cumming without permission this one time because you’re in heat.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Back on your knees.”

Max sniffled softly, wiping at his cheeks as he slid back down to the floor. Toto hooked his thumb under Max’s chin, drawing him into a deep kiss.

“Need your knot, Sir. Please? Please fuck me.”

Toto hummed and stood. He picked up the leash again and led Max down the hall to his office.

“Kneel in the center of the room, little one.”

Max obeyed instantly, crawling to the center of the room and kneeling with his back to the door. The silicone cast of Toto’s cock was still suctioned to the floor at Max’s side. He waited patiently, focusing on breathing. His hole clenched with need. Toto paused for a moment to admire his omega's body. He knelt behind Max and ran his hand down the muscles of his trimmed stomach. Toto gently pushed Max forward and unlocked the humbler, easing Max’s balls free, taking a moment to caress them. He rolled them between his fingers before he gave them a gentle tug.

“Please, Alpha.”

“Not yet. I didn’t get a full view of your riding earlier. I want to see it. I want to watch you fall apart on this dildo before you earn the real thing.”

Toto pointed to the cast of his cock.

“But, Sir—“

“No, Max. Be a good boy for me.”

Max couldn’t help huffing in frustration. He wanted the real thing. Toto rose and rolled his office chair from behind the desk. He positioned it right in front of Max and sat down.

“Go, Max. Down. Now.”

Toto’s alpha voice rolled through Max’s body like a wave crashing through every nerve ending.

“Yes, Sir.”

Max whimpered as he positioned his dripping hole over the dildo and lowered himself down inch by inch. The second his sore ass touched the hard wood of the floor he let out a moan of relief. The stretch was making his body sing, but it wasn’t enough. Max placed his hands on the floor behind his body, arching his back into the same position he had been in before.

“Good boy, Max. Faster. I want you to make yourself cum for me.”

Max’s breathing picked up the pace as he lifted his hips before slamming them back down. He gasped and panted as the head of the dildo rubbed over his prostate. His head fell back with a guttural groan.

“Fuck! Oh fuck that feels so good. Need it so bad, Sir.”

“Faster, Max. Do not cum without permission.”

Max whimpered as he watched Toto stand and leave the room. His hole and balls were throbbing in unison as sweat dripped down his chest. Desperate little moans of pleasure spilled from his lips as he chased his orgasm. He felt the urge to cum building rapidly as his cock slapped against his lower abdomen. His eyes snapped open, but Toto hadn’t returned.

“S-s-sir?”

Silence.

“SIR!”

Max gasped for breath. He bit his bottom lip as he tried desperately to hold off on his orgasm without slowing down.

“Please, Sir! Please can I cum? Want to cum! Need to cum! PLEASE?”

His hips stuttered slightly, barely hanging on by a thread.

“PLEASE, ALPHA!”

“Cum for me, Max.”

Toto stepped back through the doorway and sat back down in the chair, spreading his legs wide. Max’s hips came to a stop with the dildo seated fully in his hole as he panted through the aftershocks.

“Thank you. Thank you, Sir.”

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“What?”

“Keep going.”

Max groaned, but obeyed. His arms shook with the strain of holding up his body as he began riding the dildo again. Every muscle protested, but he slowly worked himself back to the same speed—the room filled with moans of pleasure.

“So good for me. Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. Look at what you do to me.”

Max’s eye slowly opened. A whimper of need bubbled up. Toto was leaned back with the button and zipper of his pants open and his hard cock standing at attention. Toto dragged his hand up and down his own length with a deep growl.

“Please, Sir.”

“Not yet, Max. You’re going to cum one more time for me, but I have something to add.”

Toto leaned forward, placing his hand on Max’s chest and pressing him down until every centimeter of the dildo was buried in Max’s hole, stilling him. Toto grabbed a pair of nipple clamps from his back pocket and held them in front of Max’s face. The gold of the chain that connected the clamps glittered in the last remaining beams of sunlight.

“Please.”

“Hold still for me, little one.”

Max held his breath as the first clamp closed around his right nipple. Desperate, little high-pitched whimpers poured from Max’s mouth as Toto threaded the chain through the loop of Max’s collar before attaching the other clamp. The chain was just short enough that the clamps were constantly tugging at the sensitive nubs. Toto grabbed the handle of the leash and leaned back again lazily stroking his cock.

“Bounce, Max. Show me how much you want my cock.”

Every time Max’s hips moved, the clamps shifted. He was lost in the battling sensations. Moans bled into groans of pain as he slammed his sore ass into the hardwood. His eyes remained glued to Toto’s cock. Within minutes, Max was back to teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Can-Can I—Sir, can I please cum?”

“Cum for me.”

Max screamed as his body shook. Thick ribbons of cum landed on Max’s chest and abs.

“Good boy. So good.”

Toto rose and sank to his knees behind Max pulling the dildo out with a wet pop before shoving his cock inside in one smooth thrust. Max gasped for a solid breath, digging his nails into Toto’s thighs as he fell apart in Toto’s arms. Toto bent Max’s body forward until he was on his hands and knees and snapped his hips forward.

“Ooh fuck yes! Thank you, Sir! Fuck yes!”

Max babbled incoherently dropping to his elbows as Toto slammed his hips into Max’s ass.

“Good boy”, Toto ground out through clenched teeth.

Toto tugged on the leash lightly, groaning at the way the walls of Max’s hole fluttered with every tug of the clamps. Max openly sobbed, completely overwhelmed. Pleasure was swamping his senses, drowning out the pain. Toto growled deeply and clutched Max’s hip as his knot began to swell.

“SIR”, Max squeaked as he felt Toto’s hand wrap around his cock and stroke at a brutal pace.

“Cum, Max. Now.”

Max screamed again collapsing to the floor in heap as Toto’s cock pulsed inside of him.

Chapter 39: Cooling Down

June 7th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max hummed happily as he stretched his arms over his head. His nose wrinkled as the dried cum still caking his stomach and chest crackled.

“How are you feeling, little one?”

“Gross.”

Toto chuckled from the doorway where he was casually leaning against the doorframe. Max took a moment to take in the glory that was Toto Wolff’s naked body. He wanted to spend the rest of the day licking every inch of skin and not leave the bed until he had tasted it all. His eyes lingered on Toto’s flacid cock that lay against his thigh and licked his lips. Despite the fact that Toto had already knotted him three times in the past twelve hours, the heat in his core was still radiating out, wanting more. Max groaned and flipped over, burying his face in Toto’s pillow. He drew his knees up and wiggled his ass in the air teasingly.

“Go take a shower, brat.”

“Still horny”, Max moaned into the pillow and dipped his back down as far as possible.

He could feel Toto climb on the bed and kneel between his spread legs.

“What do you need, little one? Tell me.”

“Need your knot. Need to be filled.”

Toto’s hands dug into Max’s ass pulling them apart to reveal his puffy, still stretched out hole.

“I don’t know if your hole can handle another knot, baby. It looks so sore.”

Max growled with annoyance.

“I can take it. Can you not handle it, old man?”

Toto chuckled and pinched Max’s sit spot hard enough that a bruise would blossom.

“OW!”

Toto bent down and drove his tongue into Max’s hole sucking at the sensitive rim. He licked his way inside, wiggling his tongue teasingly.

“Mmm. You’re still leaking cum, baby.”

Max whimpered and pressed his hips backwards. A string of mumbled pleas fell into the pillow as Toto slowly fucked his tongue in and out of Max’s hole. The second Toto’s tongue pulled out his hard cock was pressing in.

“Fuck yes, Sir!”

Toto wound his hand into Max’s hair. He yanked hard, dragging out a yelp of pain.

“You’re using the word fuck quite a bit today, little one. I was going to overlook it, considering you’re in heat, but I’m growing tired of your filthy mouth.”

Toto’s hips pulled back just enough for him to land a solid, firm smack to Max’s ass.

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

“One more word of profanity and I will retrieve the spoon from the kitchen for a lesson in speaking respectfully to me. Understand, little one?”

Toto pressed forward again, inch by inch.

“Yes, Sir! Ooohh yes. I understand!”

Max clutched at the pillow desperately as his body hummed with pleasure. Toto thrust into him hard bottoming out each time before drawing out until only the head of his cock remained inside of Max’s hole.

“Good boy. Taking me so well. So perfect for me.”

His entire body was vibrating under the Alpha, feeling every bit of cock dragging across his overly sensitive walls. It was bordering on too much. One more thrust and Max’s mind tipped over the precarious cliff. Tears slowly spilled onto the pillow as he pressed back into Toto. The combination of soreness, exhaustion, heat, and raw emotions was consuming him. Toto froze, sensing a change in Max’s pheromones.

“Don’t. Please don’t stop. Sir, please.”

“Roll over, little one. Want to see you. Want to kiss you.”

Toto gently pulled out and cupped Max’s hips, guiding his body. He took his time pressing his cock back into Max’s hole moaning into Max’s open mouth.

“Feels so good, Sir. Love feeling you spread me open.”

Toto growled and kissed Max slowly, sweetly. He swallowed every moan and whimper as he thrust in and out. Max squirmed restlessly.

“Settle down and let me take you, little one.”

Max’s hands gripped Toto’s shoulders, digging his nails in as Toto worked himself in and out.

“Thank you, Sir!”

Toto sank his teeth into the side of Max’s neck as his knot caught the rim of Max’s hole. He spilled with a low groan that made Max’s tears fall even faster. Toto caught his breath and leaned up just enough to wrap his hand around Max’s cock.

“No! No! Please, Sir. Can’t cum anymore. Please don’t. Feeling your knot is enough. I can’t—“

“Shh, baby. Shh. Okay. Breathe with me.”

Toto drew his hand away and pressed his forehead to Max’s. The moment Max was calm enough that his tears finally stopped falling, he reached up desperately, wiping at his cheeks.

“I don’t know why I keep crying during sex. I’m not usually like this.”

Toto frowned and gently tugged Max’s hands away, pinning them to the bed.

“Max, be kind to yourself. Your heat comes with an increase of hormones, adrenaline, and endorphins. I would be more surprised if you didn’t let go of all of those emotions. You're perfect, and I love you.”

Max couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through him at the praise.

“I love you, too.”

Chapter 40: Exposed

June 7th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Toto hummed happily to himself as he ran a towel over Max’s body, drying off the water from their long, hot shower together.

“I can dry myself”, Max mumbled, shifting from foot to foot.

Toto shook his head and swatted the side of Max’s thigh.

“You’d think four knots and a trip over my lap would keep your brattiness at bay for at least a day.”

Max giggled and shifted up to his tip toes to lace his arms around Toto’s neck.

“You like it.”

Toto smiled and dug his fingers into the fleshiness of Max’s ass, lifting him into the air. Max instantly wrapped his legs around Toto’s waist, diving in for a kiss.

“Behave before I turn you back over my knee.”

Max moaned into Toto’s mouth with a smile.

“I’m already going to have trouble sitting in the simulator tomorrow.”

“Then stop being a brat.”

Toto carried Max out of the bathroom and dumped the omega on the bed unceremoniously. Max grumbled and spread his limbs out on the bed, stretching while Toto stepped into the closet. He emerged a moment later with a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a fitted t-shirt.

“If my cock could get hard again it would.”

Toto chuckled and tossed a pair of panties, a t-shirt, and another pair of sweatpants on the bed before leaving the room.

“Get dressed.”

Max sighed dramatically as he pulled the panties and pants up. He didn’t bother with the shirt, still feeling hot even though his heat had subsided.

“Scheiße!”

“I thought you said no more profanity”, Max sang-songed as he entered the living room.

The smile instantly fell from his face when the wave of pheromones hit him. The scent of blinding hot rage flooded Max’s brain. At the beginning of their relationship, Max had struggled to sense Toto’s emotional signals, but as their bodies grew more in tune with each other, he was getting better at pinpointing them.

“Toto. Toto, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Max stepped forward cautiously, placing a hand on Toto’s chest.

“Max, step back.”

“Toto, talk to me.”

“Step away from me. NOW!”

Max shivered at the direct command, fighting his body’s every instinct to obey.

“Talk to me”, he pleaded, “what happened?”

Toto’s eyes met his, and Max finally did take a step back in surprise. Every inch of Toto’s typically brown eyes was black. Toto had been angry plenty of times before, but Max had never seen him consumed by it. Max stumbled back a step and did the only thing he could think of in his panic. He sank to his knees and bowed his head, pressing his shoulders back in the perfect show of submission. The anger broke instantly when Toto looked down at Max. The reality that he had caused a fear response of submission shattered Toto’s heart. He fell to the floor in front of Max, cupping his cheeks.

“Hey, Max. Look at me, please. Eyes on me, little one. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m so sorry.”

Max’s eye slowly rose. He searched Toto’s eyes cautiously, trying to decipher the waves of emotion pouring off of Toto. Anger, anxiety, panic, fury, and regret all mixed together. It made Max’s head hurt.

“What happened?”

Toto sighed heavily and grabbed his phone from where it had been abandoned on the floor. Max felt like he couldn’t breathe when the headline of a news article came into view.

Jos Verstappen Opens Up About His Son’s True Orientation

Max felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. He clutched at his chest as he tried to gasp. Toto surged forward, wrapping his arms around Max’s body, dragging the omega into his lap.

“Max, breathe. Please, baby, breathe with me. In and out, Max. You have to breathe.”

It felt as if he was being suffocated. Just as he felt like he was going to pass out, he finally drew in a labored, rasping breath. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows suddenly felt like it was burning him. Even the air felt sharp as if he had swallowed glass. He could feel himself shaking, threatening to shatter even as Toto’s strong arms held him together. He could barely register Toto’s voice begging him to calm down. Max’s brain was moving a mile a minute, trying to wrap itself around the fact that Jos had outed him to the world. His eyes glanced back at the phone in his hand. The article had been posted thirteen hours ago. Max shot off the ground and ran to the kitchen counter, grabbing his own phone, mashing the power button until the Apple logo appeared. Toto followed, his expression a dark cloud of worry.

The moment Max’s home screen appeared, the notifications started pouring in. The screen was a blur as missed calls and text messages popped up one after another. Max’s phone screen kept freezing and unfreezing as it tried to keep up with the flurry of activity. Every time the phone caught up with the notifications, another text message came through, setting off another fury of pings. His heart hammered against the inside of his ribcage as he opened his phone app and tapped Christian’s name. It rang once before the Red Bull principal’s British accent filtered through the speakerphone. Toto wrapped his arms around Max’s waist, staying cautiously silent.

Toto stiffened as he sensed a shift. It was as if Max had shoved his panic into the deepest recesses of his mind. Toto squeezed Max tighter to his body, trying to quell his own worry as he watched his omega snap into business mode.

“Max! Where the fuck have you been? I’ve left you at least 40 voicemails!”

“How do we bury this?”

“Max, hold on—“

“Christian, how do we bury this?”

The Brit let out a long sigh on the other end of the phone.

“I don’t think we can.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“It’s already hit the global news market, and any backtracking at this point won’t stop the rumormill.”

Max clutched his fists tight enough that they shook as his grip on control faltered. Max’s breath was sharp as he dug his nails into his palms hard enough that he broke the skin. Years of trauma and abuse bubbled in his stomach, fueling the rising panic. Toto clutched at Max, burrowing his face into the side of Max’s neck. Suddenly, Max snapped up to stand straight. Max had flipped the switch in his brain again and burned out every emotion. His breathing settled to a calm, controlled pace, and his clenched fists released.

“Set up a virtual meeting with the FIA. I need the NDA dissolved.”

“You should meet with the PR team first. We may still have a few options. While we can’t bury it, we may be able to shift the focus.”

“If it’s out, it’s out. The damage has been done. Find an outlet that will sit down with me in the next five hours, preferably Dutch. I want a full review of the published interview. Nothing gets published without my full consent.”

“Max—“

“Do it, Christian.”

Max ended the call without another word and hung his head, clutching at the kitchen counter as his control over the panic began to crack again. Toto’s hands gently turned Max’s body around and enveloped him in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, Max. Let it go. It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

A desperate, ragged sob broke free from Max’s chest as the emotions came flooding back. Toto gently guided Max over to the couch and pulled the omega into his lap.

“I’m going to lose everything.”

Toto rested his chin on top of Max’s head, trying to hold back his own tears as Max fell apart.

“You have me. You will always have me.”

Chapter 41: Coming Clean

June 7th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

“I will be speaking to Nederlandse Omroep Stichting in two hours.”

“We would prefer a news outlet we can control.”

Max raised an eyebrow at the six FIA executives displayed on the screen of his laptop.

“Then enforce the NDA. I will pay the fine.”

Natalie Robyn sighed deeply and leaned back in her chair at the head of the table. The boardroom was eerily silent for a long moment as everyone studied the CEO with bated breath.

“We will dissolve the current NDA and not pursue legal action in exchange, you will not defame the FIA in your interview. A copy of any published articles or news stories will run through our team prior to publication, and anything we do not like will be removed without argument. Are we clear, Mr. Verstappen?”

“Agreed.”

“We have one more item to discuss. Are you also planning on revealing your relationship during this interview?”

Max paused, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. The moment Max had been coherent enough to speak on the couch, he had instantly been pulled into phone calls with his agent, Red Bull’s PR team, as well as another call with Christian. He looked up to meet Toto’s gaze. He had barely found a moment to put on the jeans and dark blue button-down that Toto had thrown at him. The alpha was seated on the opposite side of the desk with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his muscles straining against the soft fabric of his white linen shirt.

“We haven’t discussed it.”

“We believe it may work in your favor to be bonded. It may appease the conservative side of the fan base. However, our team is unsure how the reveal of who the alpha is will unfold. Many out there will accuse you both of sabotage.”

It was Max’s turn to sigh. He had to tamp down on the flare of anger that burned in his stomach. He looked across the table to his alpha. Toto nodded once, clearly conveying his support for whichever way Max wanted to go.

“We will discuss it privately. In my opinion, I am already exposing my life enough by coming out. I will have NOS send over the interview before publication.”

“On a personal note, Max, I am sorry that this is how it came out.”

Max nodded in acknowledgement and clicked the button to end the call. Toto was instantly on his feet, walking around the desk and pulling Max into a hug. He wished he could hang on to Max forever and hide him away from the world. They both knew the shit storm that would engulf the Formula One world the moment Max opened his mouth. In Toto’s arms, Max seemed to deflate just a bit.

“I don’t want to drag you into this.”

“I want to be by your side. I want to be there for you, with you, and I can’t do that without exposing our relationship. If you want to light the world on fire, I will burn with you. I love you.”

Max let his forehead thunk against Toto’s chest and took a deep breath in through his nose. His alpha’s scent curled around his mind, wrapping him in security and calmness. The NOS team would arrive in half an hour to begin prep, and Max was still trying to wrap his head around what he was about to do. A decade of hiding and burying a piece of himself was about to be ripped open like a knife to the gut. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be vulnerable in Toto’s arms. He let the panic in for just a moment, knowing he was safe. For once, the dark reaches of his mind stayed locked up tight behind the wall he had been building every day as a tear slid down his cheek. Toto’s phone buzzed, breaking their stolen moment of peace. He fished his phone out and ruffled Max’s hair gently.

“It’s your team requesting access to the building. Are you ready?”

Max squeezed Toto tightly one last time before stepping back and nodding. He wiped the tear track away and stood up straighter, steeling himself. Toto pressed the button, buzzing in the crowd of PR personnel, prep teams, assistants, and Christian Horner himself.

Toto leaned in to place a kiss on Max’s forehead before exiting the office to open the door for the team. Within minutes, the apartment became a whirlwind of activity. Max sat on the kitchen counter, observing as the furniture in their meticulously designed living room was rearranged and debated. He focused on his breathing, grounding himself in the moment as he walked through his talking points in his mind. Toto was locked in an intense conversation with Christian in the corner of the room. Max closed his eyes for just a moment, tamping down on the panic that skept threatening to break free. With just a crook of his finger, Toto was at his side in an instant, with Christian a step behind.

“Hey. Are you really sure this is what you want to do?”

“I don’t see another choice, Christian. I can’t hide from this any longer.”

Christian wrapped his arms around Max and hugged him tightly.

“I’m so sorry for the role I played in all of this, Max. Honestly, I am. I wish it didn’t play out like this. I wish you had a choice. I’m so sorry.”

“Everyone keeps saying that, but I should have done this long ago. I have no choice now, but I could have.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

Max leaned into the hug, holding on to Christian tightly.

“But I do.”

Christian unwound his arms from around Max’s body and stepped back, allowing the makeup team to gather around Max. They touched up the dark circles under his eyes and styled his hair to perfection. Amidst the chaos, the NOS team arrived and began setting up the lighting and cameras.

“Max, pleasure to see you again.”

A bright-eyed man in a crisp, blue suit held out his hand with a blindingly white smile.

“Arnout. Nice to see you too. Thank you for agreeing to do this on such short notice.”

“We at NOS are honored to have the first interview with you after Jos’s—his interview.”

Max unbuttoned his suit jacket and settled onto the couch, facing the chair where Arnout was sitting. His gaze scanned the crowd until it landed on Toto, who stood to the side with his arms once again tightly crossed over his chest. Max could feel the concern radiating from Toto’s body. He took a long gulp from his glass of water and straightened up as a PA began the countdown.

“3, 2, 1—rolling.”

“Hello and welcome to this exclusive interview with two-time Formula One World Champion Max Verstappen. Max, thank you for being here today.”

“Thank you for having me, Arnout.”

“Let’s dive right into it, Max. Would you like to confirm your designation officially?”

He had read the list of questions. He knew his answers. Any yet being directly asked the question still made Max’s stomach clench with unease.

“I am an omega.”

The reporter paused for a moment, crossing his legs.

“That is quite a revelation, Max.”
He tried to force his body to at least appear relaxed, knowing the tape would be studied with a fine-tooth comb.

“Unfortunately, a member of my family had decided to air my personal life as an act of revenge for being cut out of my life.”

“I think a lot of people are not only shocked by this but also upset that you have hidden your true identity for so long, Max. Many people are asking why you felt the need to lie about being an omega when you could have been a beacon for so many.”

“Formula One is a sport that is dominated by alphas. When you present, omegas are instantly demoted to lower ranks if they are even allowed behind the wheel at all. Sponsors pull out, and you can kiss your career goodbye. The only thing I have ever wanted in life was to be where I am today, and I would not have gotten to F1 as an omega.”

“In your father’s interview, he claims you demanded suppressants from him. Can you confirm or deny that fact?”

“I was not the one who placed the needle in my arm the moment I presented, but I will take responsibility for my decisions.”

Max swallowed hard, the lump in his throat lingering. One of his calls had been to the Red Bull team of lawyers, who had already begun drafting the documentation for a series of lawsuits. Max intended to bury Jos. He tried to hide his smirk, aware that it would not look good on camera to be smug about this topic.

“Who placed the first needle?”

“There is a pending lawsuit that prevents me from speaking any further on that particular topic.”

Arnolt raised his hands in surrender with a smile.

“Alright, alright. Let’s pivot for a moment to discuss your current season in Formula One. Are you concerned that this could disqualify you from racing going forward?”

“No. I have spoken at length with the FIA and my team at Red Bull, and both have agreed that I will be keeping my seat.”

“So they both knew?”

“I will not be getting into who did and did not know, and when they found out.”

“Max, there are a lot of people out there who have long held the belief that omegas can’t perform in sports at the same level as alphas. Are you concerned about their response to the news of your orientation?”

“There are people who think that. I want to extend an open invitation to those people to meet me behind the wheel of a car. They can pick any car, any track, any time. I don’t care about what people think of me or omegas as a whole. I will be ending this season with a third consecutive World Championship, and that should be enough proof that omegas can not only compete, but also win.”

“Fair enough, Max. And I must admit that this season has been a testament to your dominance in the sport.”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle at the choice of words.

“The team and the car have both been powerful so far, and I am looking forward to Canada.”

“Earlier in the season, you declared yourself taken in an interview.”

“I don’t think that was a question, Arnout.”

“I suppose the question is, can you tell us more about your new relationship? I can’t imagine it’s been easy to keep it hidden.”

“Yes, I’ve found my true mate, and it’s been a challenge, but we have been working through it together.”

“So not only a relationship, but a true mate?”

Max’s eyes found Toto in the crowd again.

“When the FIA found out about my status earlier this year, they assigned an alpha to look out for me. It grew into more as the months passed, and for the first time in my life, I have found someone who makes me happy.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, keeping his eyes trained on Toto.

“An alpha? From what I hear, it's not just any alpha.”

“Toto Wolff.”

Arnolt feigned surprise for the sake of the cameras.

“The principal of Mercedes? I’m sure that made your team at Red Bull a bit nervous!”

Max couldn’t stem the chuckle that broke free as he glanced up at Christian, who looked to be on the edge of hyperventilating. This was part of the pre-approved questions that Christian had objected to. Max let a genuine smile settle on his face.

“It took some getting used to for both of us, I think, but we don’t discuss team information. Ever. I want to win, and giving away company secrets to a rival team would hinder my chances of winning the Championship.”

They both laughed lightly, relaxing into their seats.

“Max, the Canadian Grand Prix is eleven days away, and you are coming off of three consecutive wins. Do you worry that this distraction will affect your racing in the future?”

“No. I am as focused and determined as I have ever been. As you mentioned, I have won the last three races, and that is a streak I intend to keep.”

“Max, is there anything else you’d like to say to your fans and the world in general?”

Max took a deep breath and turned to face the camera, letting his walls drop for just a moment.

“To all my fans, I want to apologize for hiding this part of myself. It was never my intention to deceive you or hurt any of you. I was taught to be ashamed of this part of myself. I was taught that being an omega is a curse, but I am here today to tell you it is not. It took years of burying my identity to the point that I nearly died from suppressant abuse for me to learn that being an omega is not a weakness. It is a strength. I am still learning how to be an omega, and that is a journey I must take alone. The only thing I ask is for privacy during this time.”

Chapter 42: Tension

June 10th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max’s annoyance was reaching its peak. He paced through the kitchen as he scrolled through Instagram on his phone. Every single post he scrolled past was his own face staring back at him, making his stomach clench uncomfortably. The interview with NOS had been trending on all social media platforms for the past two days straight, and the world had been a slew of chaos since. Debates were springing up all over the globe about omega rights and capabilities, and Max was at the center of it all.

Hordes of people were showing up daily outside of Palais de la Plage, waving signs and shouting at the opposite side of the discussion from behind the barriers. Despite the best efforts of both the Monaco police and the private security force Red Bull had hired, the crowds outside the building had been almost impossible to disperse. Max and Toto had personally gone to the doors of every other apartment in the building to apologize for the commotion. Six photographers had already been arrested for trying to snap a photo, and two helicopters had been grounded. Max had never been more grateful for Monaco’s strict paparazzi ban. But still, he hadn’t been able to leave the penthouse in days.

His mind wandered over to his session with Dr Baker the day before. She had chewed him out for fifteen minutes when he had attempted to claim that he had bullshitted his way through the interview. By the end of her lecture about giving himself some credit for progress, he had been forced to let a tiny morsel of pride slip past his walls. The majority of his mind was still firmly locked into insecurity. He felt like a fraud. A part of him had wanted to scream from the balcony that he had made everything up and that everyone should go home. Max mumbled to himself as he doom scrolled through videos and posts about himself.

“Max, why don’t you hop on the treadmill and burn off some of your frustration?”

“I’ve done ten miles already”, Max snapped back, scrolling even faster through his timeline. The mix of reactions was overwhelming and diverse. Half of his current mentions on Twitter were crude edits of himself in compromising positions. He had finally had time to sort through most of his text messages and missed calls. The one he hadn’t opened was the driver’s group chat. As much as he hated to admit it, he cared what the other drivers thought, and he hadn’t been brave enough to face the uncertainty.

“The least you can do is turn your phone off for a couple of hours.”

Max froze in place and crossed his arms tightly over his chest before turning to face Toto. The sight of the alpha braced against the counter, looking calm, cool, and collected, made Max’s blood boil. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t mad at Toto and that it was probably a good idea to unplug for a bit. But he was already on edge, and there was no way he wasn’t going to dive into dangerous waters at the chance. Toto raised an eyebrow and plucked a strawberry from the fruit arrangement that took up a significant part of the kitchen island. Max plucked the card from the center of the display and had to bite his lip to keep from snorting with laughter.

Sorry your dad is an asshole. Love, Lando.

Max popped a chunk of pineapple in his mouth and mustered up his most cocky smile, crossing his arms over his chest once more as he chewed and swallowed slowly.

“No.”

Toto pushed himself off the counter and stepped forward, splaying his hands out on the cool marble of the island and studying Max intently.

“No? Max, I’ve been going easy on you over the past few days because of everything that has happened, but I'm putting my foot down on this one. Phone off. Now. I can feel the stress pouring off of you every time you pick it up.”

Max’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. He could practically see the line in the sand Toto had drawn. His eyes quickly dropped to Toto’s hands, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. Max cleared his throat and lifted his chin defiantly, thankful to have the island between them to at least give himself a chance at standing his ground.

“No.”

Toto’s voice instantly took on a deep tone of warning, “Last chance, little one.”

“Maybe I need to say it in another language. German? Nein. French? Non. Polish? Nie.”

Max’s breath was already picking up as the adreniline rush flooded his system.

“Max.”

“What other languages do you speak? French? No.”

“How about this, little one, I’ll count in Dutch for you? If your phone is not off and face down on that table when I get to three, you will not like the results.”

“N-O”, Max spelled out, a grin plastered on his face.

“Één.”

Max’s resolve faltered for a moment as he watched Toto’s hand unbutton his left sleeve and slowly roll the fabric up. Every inch of shirt that came off revealed toned, corded muscles that Max knew would make his body sing and beg for forgiveness within seconds.

“Twee.”

Toto gave the right sleeve the same treatment, raising an eyebrow.

Max’s voice shook slightly, “No.”

“Drie.”

The moment the last syllable left Toto’s lips, Max was off. A maniacal giggle bubbled up from deep in his chest as he sprinted down the hallway. Max’s socked feet slid across the hardwood as he skidded into the guest bedroom and slammed the door shut, flicking the lock and backing away from the door. Max’s heart pounded in his chest as he panted. He stood in the center of the room, staring at the door, just waiting.

“That was not a good choice, little one.”

Max bit down on his bottom lip as the growl of Toto’s voice flooded his entire body even through the door. It reverberated through him like a wave. He could already feel his dick twitching in time with his pounding heart. Toto was going to wreck him, and Max was desperate for it. He needed to be taken out of his head, even if it was only for a couple of hours.

Max twitched when he heard Toto’s steps retreating from the door. His brain instantly flickered to worry.

He doesn’t want to chase you down, idiot. You’re too much trouble.

Before his mind could spiral any further, he heard footsteps approaching again. His breath caught in his throat when he heard the whine of the power tool. The sound of a drill bit boring through metal only made Max’s heart beat even faster. He listened as the drill slowly pushed through the metal of the doorknob before Toto switched out the bit for a larger one and repeated the process. His breath hitched as he heard the drill slide out, and a screwdriver being slammed into the keyhole. Max chewed on the inside of his cheek. With dread flooding his body, he watched as the doorknob slowly turned and the door swung open. Max squealed when Toto barged through the door and firmly grasped Max by the earlobe.

“Oooww!”

“Come on, brat.”

Max scrambled to keep up with Toto’s wider stride as he was dragged two doors down. Toto punched the code into the playroom door and pushed Max inside forcefully, causing Max to stumble.

“Wait, wait, wait—Toto, I—“

Toto’s voice was cold and deep: “Shirt off.”

Max whimpered as he felt slick start to drip from his hole. His hands shook as he worked open the buttons of his shirt one by one before letting it slide off his shoulders. He watched as Toto crossed the room to retrieve several lengths of silky bondage rope before moving over to a control panel on the wall. Max bit down harder on the inside of his cheek and clutched his hands together behind his back. He inhaled deeply through his nose, allowing the scents of sandalwood, jasmine, and Toto to permeate his senses and calm his frantic thoughts. His gaze shifted towards the ceiling as a sturdy metal hook lowered menacingly when Toto pressed a button on the wall. Max’s cock was already straining against the tightness of his jeans. He practically jumped out of his skin when he felt Toto’s strong hand encircle both of his wrists, holding them tightly.

“When I told you to turn off your phone, it wasn't a request, little one. I gave you multiple chances to be my good boy, but you kept pushing and pushing, ultimately pushing yourself into a punishment. Is that what you need, baby? Do you need to be punished?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Let’s start working on you asking for what you need with your words rather than brattiness and disobedience.”

Max whimpered desperately, pressing his body backward into the solid expanse of his alpha. Toto’s free hand wrapped around Max’s throat, just holding for a moment.

“Stand up straight.”

Max complied, lifting his chin and focusing his gaze on the wall. Toto released Max’s throat and wrists and began winding a length of rope around Max’s chest. The bondage rope made goosebumps break out over every inch of skin it touched. He centered himself and let his eyes slip shut as Toto’s hands worked the rope into an intricate harness across his chest. He couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips as his arms were crossed and tied behind his back tightly. He experimentally shifted, clutching his left elbow with his right hand. Toto hummed happily as Max’s body shuddered with the mounting anticipation. He slipped another length of rope through and looped it over the hook several times before stepping back to the wall and pressing the button that raised the hook back towards the ceiling. Max let out another whine as he was pulled by the harness up to his tip toes. Toto retrieved a ball gag from his back pocket and stepped around Max’s front.

“Open.”

Max let his jaw fall open, staring into Toto’s eyes, trying to communicate his unspoken need. Toto buckled the gag securely and ran him thumb over the ball poking out from between Max’s lips.

“Let’s get these jeans off.”

Toto trailed his hands down Max’s chest, popping open the button and dragging down the zipper before wiggling the tight jeans down Max’s hips. Max groaned as Toto sank to his knees to work the jeans off completely before pulling off Max’s socks too and tossing both to the side. Toto leaned forward dragging his tongue up the length of Max’s cock through the silky red pair of panties Toto had picked out earlier that morning. Max’s head fell back as he moaned. Spikes of pleasure flooded his body as Toto sucked at the sensative head laving his tongue over the slit. Max’s toes scrambled against the floor as he panted. An indignant huff of frustration slipped out from behind the gag as Toto pulled back and stood again, burying his hand in Max’s hair and tugging sharply.

“I’m going to work that bratty streak out of you, baby.”

Max whined again as Toto went back to the wall of implements and grabbed a small bucket and two lengths of twine.

“Hold this for me.”

Toto placed the handle of the bucket in Max’s hand and reached in, pulling out a clothespin. Max’s breath sped up as Toto pinched the skin at the top of Max’s left pectoral muscle before closing the clothespin on it, along with the end of a length of twine. Slowly, Toto worked his way down to Max’s thigh, leaving behind a line of clothespins all connected by the string. Max squirmed desperately as drool dripped from the ball gag. The pinching sensation was a dull ache, but every movement made tiny pinpricks of pain spring up. He whimpered as Toto repeated the same process down his right side. When Toto was done, Max was left panting with two neat lines of twelve clothespins connected by twine trailing down each side. Toto smirked and wound the bottom ends of the twine around his fist, tugging lightly. Max groaned, clenching his entire body as pain blossomed. Toto pulled harder. Max desperately bowed his back, trying to keep the pressure off, but his binds would only let him go so far. Toto relented for a moment before tightening the slack again. Tiny distressed sounds spilled from Max’s mouth as he was pulled forward, his toes barely touching the carpeting. For several long minutes, Toto toyed with Max, pulling him forward just enough before letting the line go lax again. Toto leaned forward, trailing his tongue up Max’s neck before reaching around and palming Max’s ass.

“Please”, Max mumbled through the gag.

Toto raised his hand and brought it down sharply with a slap, then pulled on the twine again. Max squeezed his eyes shut and gasped as pain shot through his body, but it only made his cock even harder. He could feel the tension that had built up in his body slowly leaking out. Toto alternated tugs on the twine with a smattering of gentle kisses across Max’s collarbones.

“Do you want them off, baby?”

Max nodded rapidly, his pleas mumbled by the ball gag. Toto smiled, giving the twine another sharp tug, relishing the yelp of pain.

“On the count of three, little one.”

As he counted, Toto wound the twine around his fist, holding it completely taut.

“One. Two. Three.”

Max’s vision whited out as Toto gave the twine a sharp, firm pull. One by one, the clothespins were yanked off in rapid succession like the teeth of a zipper. Max screamed around the gag, his body bowing as much as the rope would allow. In a flash, Toto was there, running a gentle hand over each of the red marks.

“You make the most beautiful noises for me.”

Max’s eyes blinked open slowly as his brain slowly began to sink deeper into a warm, fuzzy space. Toto’s fingers pinched at Max’s nipples, dragging his body forward again. Toto let go, and Max’s body sagged as he panted, trying to process the pain. Toto worked the ball gag out and tossed it to the side.

“Fuck that hurt.”

Toto dragged Max forward again by the nipples.

“And yet you’re still leaking. I can smell the slick pouring out of your little hole. Your body is begging for more, isn’t it?”

Max’s mouth parted with a pained whimper as he was dragged forward again by his nipples. His cock throbbed in time with his hole clenching as his toes scrambled for purchase on the carpet.

“Please!”

Toto twisted the hard nubs between his fingers.

“Answer me.”

“Ow! Fuck! Ow! Yes, Sir!”

“I love your nipples, baby. They’re so sensitive.”

Toto grabbed another clothespin and hovered it over Max’s nipple before letting it snap closed. Max gritted his teeth, gasping for breath through the pain. Seven more spread out in a line across his chest. The skin clamped between the wood stung wickedly, making Max squirm against his binds. Toto retreated to the toy wall again as he retrieved a crop from the collection of implements. A shiver of anticipation racked Max’s body, unable to do anything but watch. Toto tapped the slapper against the end of the clothespin at the center of Max’s chest.

“Oh fuck me.”

“Not yet, little one. Count for me.”

Max screamed as Toto swiped the crop down hard enough to send the clothespin flying.

“O-o-one, Sir.”

Toto moved the crop to the clothespin right next to the one attached to Max’s right nipple and tapped on the end.

“Deep breath for me, little one.”

Max obediently sucked in as much air as his lungs would hold.

“OOW! Two, Sir!”

“Good boy, Max. So good for me.”

Toto tapped at one of the clothespins attached to Max’s pec and slapped the crop down, sending it clattering to the floor.

“OUCH! Three, Sir!”

Max drummed his toes of his right foot against the floor as the sharp pain radiated out. The fourth and fifth went flying in quick succession, making Max’s entire body convulse.

“FIVE, SIR!”

“How many left, little one?”

“Three, Sir. Three more, Sir.”

Max’s brain was swimming with the flood of endorphines and adrenaline. His eyes were blurring slightly as the crop landed again.

“OOW! SIX!”

“Only two left, little one. These are going to hurt the most. Breathe through it. Process the pain for me, baby.”

Max whimpered as he looked down, realizing the only two left were the ones directly on his nipples. Max shrieked when the crop struck the clothespin attached to his right nipple. It took him a moment to settle his brain enough to speak.

“Shit! Holy shit that hurts! Seven, Sir!”

“Last one. Keep your eyes on me.”

His eyes met Toto’s as two tears streaked down his cheeks. The crop whooshed through the air and landed with a resounding crack on the end of the final clothespin. Max’s mouth fell open with a ragged gasp. He sucked in a deep breath, holding it until he felt like he was going to burst, then let it out with a pained groan.

“Eight, Sir.”

“Good boy, little one. Very good.”

Toto ghosted his fingers over the red, irritated skin.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Max leaned forward as much as the ropes allowed. Toto’s hand cupped Max’s chin before connecting their mouths in a hungry, desperate kiss. Both were panting by the time Toto pulled back. He returned to the control panel on the wall, lowering the hook just enough for Max’s feet to lie flat on the ground. Max shifted from foot to foot, wishing he could rub his aching calves. Toto came back with another length of rope and knelt to Max’s left. The pounding in Max’s chest had just settled, but it surged again as Toto wound more rope around Max’s lower thigh, tying it off in a knot.

“Lift your leg for me.”

It took Max a moment to find his balance as he slowly lifted his left leg off the ground. Toto wound the rope around Max’s upper calf and pulled it tight, forcing Max’s leg to remain bent and raised. Max hopped around a bit as Toto attached the end of the rope to the hook. His muscles protested as he was pushed to the limits of his flexibility. As his leg lifted, Max became acutely aware of how spread and open he was in this position. Toto had access to every inch, and Max had no way to resist.

“Sir, please touch me.”

“Oh, little one, I’m proud of you for finally asking for what you want, but I don’t think I’m done punishing you yet. I’m going to mark every inch of your skin. Make you remember for the next week who you belong to.”

Max whimpered softly, hanging his head down until his chin rested on his chest.

“Yes, Sir. Please punish me. Make me feel it.”

Toto reached down clutching his cock through his jeans and he tapped the crop over the inside of Max’s thigh before landing it with a sharp thwack. A sharp hiss of pain escaped between Max’s clenched teeth. Toto’s free hand traced the marks left behind by the clothespins before reaching up to wind into the hair at the base of Max’s neck.

“Seeing you like this is making me so hard, little one. Completely helpless and at my mercy.”

“Fuck, Toto. More please. Please!”

Toto closed his fist into Max’s hair, holding his omega tightly as he rained the crop down over the tops and inside of Max’s thighs. Max gasped for breath, trying desperately to keep his balance as his body tried to squirm away from the pain. Tiny welts rose all over his thighs, burning brightly before fading to a dull warmth. Toto stepped forward, burying his teeth into Max’s shoulder and pressing his leg into Max’s crotch. Instinctively, Max’s hips pushed forward, desperate for any friction. He pumped his hips back and forth as much as his binds and precarious balance allowed, letting out a string of whimpers.

“So good for me. Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy. Good boy.”

Toto let Max get to the brink before stepping back, leaving Max hanging there, biting back a curse.

“Toto”, Max whined, letting his frustration bleed into his voice.

Every nerve in Max’s body was screaming. Toto tapped the crop teasingly along the length of Max’s cock.

“Here?”

“Fuuuuck!”

Toto flicked his wrist, landing the slapper on the shaft of Max’s cock drawing out a squeal of pain from Max’s mouth.

“How about here?” Toto asked as he tapped on Max’s balls.

“Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck!”

Max’s entire body convulsed as the crop flicked upwards. Toto smiled and walked back to the toy wall, grabbing a thick, leather blindfold as well as Max’s collar and returning to the omega’s side. Max held his breath as Toto took his time securing the collar around Max’s throat as well as the blindfold over his eyes. Anticipation thrummed through Max’s veins as his sight went dark. He could feel the brush of Toto’s breath caressing the back of his neck. The crop tapped away over Max’s nipples before landing with a sharp crack on each. His brain was constantly flipping from pain to pleasure, bleeding the two together. Whimpers of pain shifted into moans of pleasure as Toto’s hand wrapped around Max’s cock. As Toto stroked, he let the crop fall over and over again.

“Can I? Please, Sir! Please let me.”

“No.”

“SIR!”

Toto pulled back completely, watching Max’s chest heave with deep, ragged gasps.

“Let’s get you down for a moment, baby.”

A sigh of relief broke free as Max felt Toto’s hands nimbly work to release the intricate knots of the ropes. Toto placed a trail of gentle kisses along the rope marks as he carefully lowered Max down to his knees.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“My good boy. Relax and let me hold you for a few minutes.”

Max felt more of the tension bleeding from his body as he felt Toto’s presence settle behind him. Toto pulled Max’s body between his legs and worked on massaging Max’s shoulders and arms with firm hands. They sat there for several moments in complete silence.

“Toto?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Is my punishment over?”

Toto smiled and reached up to remove the blindfold and tugged Max’s chin until their eyes met.

“Do you feel like it should be?”

Max worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he mulled the question over in his head. His muscles ached, and his nipples were still throbbing, but he could still feel the hum of the stress deep inside.

“No, Sir.”

Toto kissed Max deeply, stealing his breath before pulling back.

“My good boy. I’m proud of you for asking for what you need.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Chapter 43: Tension Released

June 10th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max shivered as the blindfold slipped back over his eyes, plunging him back into darkness. He could feel the warm, fuzzy feeling slide back into his brain as he felt the warmth of Toto’s body disappear.

“Stand up, Max. Hands clasped in front.”

Max hummed happily as he obeyed. He found, with his eyesight gone, his ears perked up at every rustle and jingle as Toto moved around the room. He focused on keeping his body still and his breathing even as he waited. Max gasped as he felt the soft, cool leather of the handcuffs encircle his wrists. Toto slowly lifted Max’s bound wrist to the ceiling hook and attached them.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Max obliged instantly, having to remind himself not to hold his breath as he felt a cool breeze brush over his glistening hole. He jumped as Toto plunged two fingers in without any warning.

“Oooh! Thank you, Sir.”

Toto rubbed his fingers in a tight circle over Max’s prostate, drawing out a string of moans.

“Good boy, little one. Let it all those noises out. I want to hear you moan for me.”

Max could feel his cock twitching as precum dripped down his shaft in time with the slick slipping out between Toto’s thick fingers. His moans echoed through the room increasing in pitch and sound as he was dragged to the edge of orgasm.

“C-c-can I cum, Sir?”

“No.”

Max groaned loudly as his head fell back between his stretched arms. Toto didn’t stop or even slow down his fingers as he reached down to cup Max’s balls and roll them around in his palm. Every nerve in Max’s body was alight with the thrum of pleasure as he tried his best to fight off his climax.

“Please, Sir?”

“No, little one.”

“I can’t, Sir! I’m so close! I can’t! Wanna be good for you, Sir!”

Toto slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving Max sagging. He tried desperately to swallow his whines of displeasure.

“Don’t pout, little one.”

Max huffed softly and turned his head, trying to pinpoint where in the room Toto had gone.

“I’m not pouting.”

“Max, don’t lie on top of the punishment you’ve already earned.”

Max swallowed, “Yes, Sir.”

The flogger swished through the air, landing with a loud thwap. Max jumped, letting out a groan of pain.

“Settle down, little one. Breathe through it.”

Max sniffled softly and stepped back into position, dipping his back. The flogger swished through the air, landing with a thwack across the backs of Max’s thighs—the long leather tails left behind a sensation of a heavy thud. Toto swirled the flogger through the air, laying down a steady stream of impacts, relishing the gasps and groans pouring from Max’s mouth. Just as Max was adjusting to constant falls, they stopped. Max hung there, trying to catch his breath and listening. For a moment, he wished he wasn’t blindfolded so that he could see his alpha, but in the lack of control, there was a sense of thrill.

“Sir?”

The flogger sliced through the air until just the tips struck Max’s cheek. Bright, hot pain bloomed where the flogger landed, making Max wail. Toto swiped the flogger up on the opposite cheek humming in pleasure at the way Max’s ass cheek wobbled. Max gasped through the pain dipping his back even further and pushing his ass backwards. The flogger swished, rising and falling in a flurry of pain and pleasure. Toto was mixing the strikes, some landing with the full brunt of the tails in a heavy thud, and the others falling with only the ends of the tails stinging the quickly reddening skin. Max gasped for a solid breath as his brain tried to keep up. Sharp gasps of pain tangled with moans of pleasure, ringing through the room in time with the sounds of the flogger. Max allowed himself to get lost in the battling sensations. He barely registered the blows, slowing down before stopping entirely. Every inch of his body between his lower back and knees throbbed in time with his pounding heart.

“I’ll be right back. Do not move.”

“Yes, Sir”, Max panted out.

He focused on slowing his heart and staying as still as possible as he listened to Toto moving around the room. Drawers opened and closed, as well as the closet door. Max had to bite down on his bottom lip to stay silent and not beg for the blindfold to be removed. He jumped at the touch of Toto’s hand at his ankle—the cool leather of cuffs wound around both. He heard the distinct clicks of the cuffs being secured to the spreader bar.

“Stay still, little one.”

Toto grasped Max’s balls, tugging them down to create just enough space to clip a steel ball stretcher in place. Max's heart was right back to its hammering pace as he winced. The tug was just on the edge of discomfort.

“I want to see, Sir!”

“Not yet, little one.”

Max hissed in pain as he felt Toto secure the metal around his balls to the spreader bar. Even the slightest flinch would tug on his delicate balls, crossing from discomfort to pain. Toto landed both hands on Max’s cheeks sharply.

“OOWW!”

His mind was torn between where to focus as he tried his best to remain completely still. Toto leaned forward, burying his tongue in Max’s hole. A broken moan echoed off the walls as Toto sucked and licked at Max’s rim. The only thing Max could do was hang there, shaking and moaning. Toto sat back on his heels pushing two fingers back into Max’s hole slowly fucking them in and out.

“Such a pretty little hole. Begging to be stretched and filled. I have one more thing for you to endure, little one.”

Max whimpered at the thought of being made to wait another moment. The smack of the paddle on his ass made Max’s entire body shake.

“Oooh! Holy shit, Sir! Ow!”

“One more swear out of that pretty little mouth and I will leave you hanging here for the rest of the night.”

“S-S-Sir, I—“

Toto smacked the paddle down hard on alternating cheeks with each word, “Do you understand me, little one?”

“YES! YES, SIR! OUCH!”

Max gasped for breath as his body twitched just a hair too far, causing the ring holding his balls to tug.

“Ah ah. Focus on staying still, Max. Be a good boy for me.”

The paddle fell twice more, striking Max’s sit spots.

“OOW!”

Max’s ass and thighs throbbed as red ovular welts sprung up in the wake of the paddle landing over and over again. Tears began to leak down Max’s cheeks from under the blindfold as he tried desperately to stay still. He couldn’t keep count as the pain blurred his mind, forcing him even deeper into subspace. His world shrank until all that remained was pain, pleasure, and Toto. He lost himself in the rhythmic fall of the paddle as a sob bubbled up from deep in his chest.

“Good boy. Let it all out.”

Once the first sob broke free, Max couldn’t stop them. He hung his head and let deep, uncontrolled sobs spill out of him like water. Toto dropped the paddle, running gentle hands over the planes of Max’s back. He trailed his fingertips down the backs of Max’s thighs as he knelt and made quick work of freeing Max’s balls and his feet.

“Please, Toto, please fuck me. Need to feel you.”

Toto rose and stepped in front of Max, reaching up to slip the cuffs free from the hook. Max’s body sagged limply into Toto’s chest.

“I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

Toto swept Max off his feet, carrying him to the bed and laying him down with his head cradled in silky, soft pillows.

“Please—“

Max moaned into Toto’s mouth as the alpha slotted himself between Max’s legs. Strong hands clutched the back of Max’s knees, hoisting them up and folding him in half.

“Keep your legs up and your hands above your head.”

Max’s muscles screamed in protest at the stretching of his sore flesh, but he ignored the pain, clutching at the top of the pillow with his still-cuffed hands.

“Thank you, Sir”, Max mumbled around a moan of pleasure as Toto guided his cock in slowly.

Every nerve in his body sang as Toto sank in inch by inch. Toto bent down, pressing his forehead into Max’s as he slowly pulled his hips back and snapped them forward.

“There’s my good boy. Taking my cock so perfectly. My beautiful omega.”

Max moaned in pleasure, letting himself sink into it. His inner omega preened at the praise, as his knees spread even wider. Toto’s thrusts became faster, harder as he captured Max’s mouth in a deep kiss. Max’s back arched with pleasure, drowning out the pain of Toto’s thighs slapped against Max’s sore ass.

“Please, Sir! Please, alpha. Please knot me! Want to feel you cum in me and fill me up. Please!”

Toto smiled, and pulled back just enough to wrap his hand around Max’s cock. He stroked Max’s cock hard and fast swiping his thumb over the head.

“Cum for me.”

Max screamed as the orgasm ripped through his body. He shot cum over his stomach and chest as he felt Toto’s knot swell inside his clenching hole.

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

“Sshh. Easy, little one. Breathe through it. Breathe for me.”

Max collapsed into the bed whimpering as he felt Toto’s cock pulsing inside his hole.

“Love you.”

“I love you, too, Max.”

Max nuzzled Toto’s cheek with his nose gently, settling into the bed with a sated smile. Finally, he felt like he could let go of the stress just for a moment.

Chapter 44: Preparing For Montreal

June 13th

The Penthouse at Palais de la Plage
Monaco

Max puttered around the closet, pulling items off the shelves and shoving them into the waiting suitcase. His body ached in the most delicious way as he moved around. He worked on keeping his mind centered on the task at hand.

“Almost done?”

“Yeah, couple more things.”

Toto stepped forward, looping his arms loosely around Max’s waist.

“How are you feeling?”

Max sighed as he let his weight rest against Toto.

“Nervous.”

“Nervous about the race or the people?”

Toto placed a trail of kisses down the column of Max’s neck.

“Everything.”

For just a moment, Max let himself lean back into his alpha’s muscular chest. He let himself be held both physically and emotionally. The weight of the world on his shoulders lessened as he took a deep breath of Toto’s intoxicating scent.

“Whatever happens this weekend, we'll handle it together. Did Dr. Baker have any suggestions this morning?”

“Taking it as slowly as possible. Focus on the race itself and stick to my safe people. I can practice square breathing when I feel overwhelmed, and I should do a mindfulness meditation whenever I can. We spent a lot of time talking about preparing for stressful scenarios, but not dwelling on what might happen.”

Toto squeezed Max’s waist tightly, trying to suppress his own rising anxiety. Both of them had seen death threats mixed with messages of support and encouragement. The world had been thrown into a serious debate about the nature and capabilities of omegas, revealing both the best and worst in people. The outpouring of love and support was strong, but there was still a fringe of traditionalists who saw Max as an abomination. Max turned his body and nestled his face into the crook of Toto’s neck.

“I love you and will always be there for you no matter what happens.”

“Love you too.”

“Why don’t you finish packing while I make us some breakfast? We should leave for the airport in the next twenty minutes.”

Max mumbled his agreement and leaned back, meeting Toto’s eyes for a moment. They both leaned in for a gentle kiss before pulling apart. Max returned to rummaging through the closet for the last few items he needed for the trip to Canada, finally grabbing the last pair of sneakers he wanted to bring. Max set his bags by the front door and took a seat at the kitchen island. Toto placed an omelet and a bowl of fruit in front of Max before turning back to the stove to finish cooking his own. Max picked at his food with his fork, trying to hold onto a tentative grip on his panic. He didn’t know what was more worrying—the fans, the press, the teams, or the other drivers. Toto slid into the seat next to him and brushed a hand through Max’s hair. He could sense Max’s mind slipping.

“Hey. Focus on your food. One bite at a time.”

Toto let his right hand fall to the base of Max’s neck, applying gentle pressure that grounded him.

Chapter 45: A Date?

June 13th

Max and Toto’s Rental House
Montreal, Canada

Max flopped face-first onto the bed with a dramatic groan. Toto smiled fondly, dropping their bags at the foot of the bed and unzipping Max’s.

“You have an hour before we have to leave. Do you want to take a shower or a nap?”

“What are you talking about? My schedule is clear until tomorrow.”

“I have a surprise for you. Shower or nap?”

Max rolled his eyes and flipped over, sitting up on the bed and scooting to the edge.

“Depends on where we are going.”

“It’s a surprise. Listen to your body. Does it want a shower or a nap?”

Max frowned, “I don’t like surprises.”

Toto stepped forward to stand between Max’s legs, burying his fingers in the omega’s hair and giving the strands a gentle tug.

“I am taking you to one of my favorite places in the world. Now go take a shower, and when you’re done, you can take a fifteen-minute nap.”

Max’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re taking me out somewhere? Like out on a date?”

Toto tugged Max’s head all the way back and planted a solid, wet kiss on his lips.

“Yes, little one. I think it’s about time I take you on a proper date. So I’m going to take you out and pamper you before bringing you back here and making you fall apart on my tongue and cock until you are completely spent.”

Max was helpless to stop the whimper of need that escaped between his parted lips. His hands slid up to Toto’s waist, gripping on tightly. He could already feel his body responding to Toto’s voice. Blood was already rushing to his cock as his hole clenched.

“How about a preview?” Max whispered, sliding a hand down to caress Toto’s cock through his pants.

Toto’s voice dropped an octave into a deep growl as he tugged harder on Max’s hair.

“No. Go shower, and don’t you dare play with what is mine.”

Max shivered, but let his hands fall to the bed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good boy.”

Toto captured Max’s mouth for one more long, deep kiss before stepping back. Max stood, trying to settle his mounting anticipation and calm his body.

“It’s infuriating that you can just get your way any time you bring out your alpha voice.”, Max called over his shoulder.

“If I could always get my way, you wouldn’t end up over my knee as frequently as you do.”

A blush spread across Max’s cheek as he glared up at Toto.

“It’s not that frequently!”

Toto grinned and reached out to smack an open palm down on Max’s ass.

“OW!”

“Always pushing.”

“That hurt!”

Max huffed and pulled his shirt off, balling it up and throwing it in Toto’s face.

“Go, brat.”

Toto shook his head fondly as he watched Max disappear into the bathroom. Max placed his phone on the counter and shuffled his favorite playlist, turning the volume up as high as it would go before slipping off his sweatpants and panties. The hot spray of water enveloped Max’s body like a hug, instantly settling him. Nothing felt better than a scalding hot shower after a nine-hour flight. Max shampooed his hair, massaging his scalp with firm fingers before rinsing and applying conditioner. While the conditioner soaked in, Max grabbed his razor and carefully shaved his legs and pubic hair, avoiding nicks. Once he was perfectly smooth, he rinsed out his hair and grabbed Toto’s body soap with a sly smile. He had accidentally used Toto’s once before, and he knew it drove Toto feral when Max smelled like him. He gasped as his fingers brushed over his sensitive hole, mixing slick with soap. It took all of his willpower not to slip his finger in and open himself up. He was already throbbing with need. Max’s hand slowly stroked soap up the shaft of his cock, brushing his thumb over the head. He slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle his choked-off moan of pleasure.

“Almost done?”

Max practically jumped out of his skin as his head snapped up. His hands snapped to his sides, trying not to look guilty. Through the steamy glass doors, Max could see Toto standing in the doorway with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Y-y-yeah!”

Max grabbed the shower head and sprayed himself down quickly before turning the water off. Toto crooked his finger, slowly holding up a fluffy towel. Max gulped.

“We don’t have to discuss the rules about playing with yourself, do we?”

“Nope!”

Toto wrapped the towel around Max’s shoulder and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“The wait will be worth it. Be good for me.”

Max bit down on his bottom lip as he watched the alpha retreat to the bedroom. The tight jeans encasing Toto’s legs showed off every inch, and Max wanted nothing more than to peel them down and kiss every inch. He debated for a moment before hanging the towel up and stepping out of the bathroom naked. Toto was still unpacking the suitcases in the corner when Max threw back the sheets and flopped down on one side of the bed. He studied Toto for a moment.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see soon enough. Close your eyes and try to get some rest.”

Max rolled his eyes and flipped over, burrowing his face into the pillow. Toto smiled and walked over to the side of the bed, dragging the covers up over Max’s body. He paused for a moment to admire the smooth, tan skin. Toto dragged a hand over the corded muscles of Max’s back, rubbing his thumb into the nape of Max’s neck.

“Mmm. That feels nice.”

“Fifteen minutes.”

The exhaustion he had been holding in his body slowly crept in, dragging him into sleep. It felt like only seconds before a hand was caressing his cheek gently.

“Time’s up, baby. We’ve got to get going.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Sorry, little one, we don’t have time.”

Max huffed into the pillow, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Like most of his sleep recently, it hadn’t been the most restful nap he had ever taken. Toto gently petted Max’s hair with a soft smile.

“Please tell me where we’re going, Sir?” Max batted his eyelashes hopefully.

“On your hands and knees.”

Max grinned, slipping his legs under his body, thrusting his ass up into the air. He couldn’t help swaying his hips teasingly as he looked over his shoulder.

“Do I at least get a preview of tonight before we go?”

“You keep asking the same questions, expecting different answers.”

Two of Toto’s fingers pushed into Max’s hole without warning. Max’s gasp of surprise got lost in the downright pornographic moan that spilled from his lips.

“Thank you, Sir! Right there! Please! Please! Please!”

Max’s legs shook as pleasure took over his senses. Toto’s fingers pressed deeper once, then slipped out. Max made sure to voice his displeasure.

“Don’t whine. Reach back and hold your cheeks open for me. Let me see that pretty little hole.”

Max complied instantly, spreading his knees a bit wider to ground himself. He held his breath waiting for the stretch of Toto’s cock, but instead he felt something much smaller pressing in until the flared base.

“No. Please, Sir!”

“Stand up.”

Max gasped as the plug shifted with his movements, rising to his feet and clasping his hands behind his back.

“No! Not that too! Common, Toto!”

Toto captured Max’s lips in a kiss as he secured a cock ring onto Max’s leaking member. He grabbed a black lacy pair of panties from the pile of clothes he had taken out and held them for Max to step into. Max held his breath as Toto dragged the lace up, tucking Max’s cock in securely. Every time Max shaved his legs, he was always amazed at how sensitive his skin became. The brush of materials became so much more intense.

“Focus, baby.”

Max snapped back to attention, stepping into the khaki shorts Toto had picked out. He would never admit it, but Toto dressing him was one of Max’s favorite things in the world. It was strangely intimate for such a simple act. He lifted his arms as Toto slid on a plain black t-shirt.

“So we’re not going somewhere fancy.”

“You’ll see. Sit down.”

Max sat with a grumble. Toto slid socks and white sneakers onto Max’s feet and placed a kiss on each knee before rising.

“Comfortable shoes? Are we walking?”

Toto’s voice took on a tone of warning, “Max, don’t make me put you in the corner until we leave.”

The threat instantly made Max’s mouth snap shut.

Notes:

Two chapters in a day!? *gasp*

Yes, Max and Toto are FINALLY going on a real date!

Chapter 46: Jardin botanique de Montréal

June 13th

Jardin botanique de Montréal
Montreal, Canada

Max’s knee bounced uncontrollably as the sleek, black SUV rolled through the gates of one of the most famous botanical gardens in the world. Before them lay a vast network of buildings and gardens filled with lush greenery and brightly colored flowers. He peeked over at Toto, who was leaning back against the plush black leather, emitting an air of casual confidence. Surprisingly, the parking lot was completely empty. Toto smiled, slipping his hand over Max’s knee and squeezing gently.

“I rented the entire place for the evening.”

Max’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline in shock. Immediately, the stress that had been building at the thought of facing throngs of strangers disappeared. His face broke into a genuine smile as a warm blush crept over his cheeks.

“Wow.”

“The first time I came to Montreal, my flight got delayed due to weather, so I decided to explore the city. I’ve made it a point to return every time.”

The car rolled to a stop in front of the entrance, and Max was out of the vehicle before the driver had even shifted into park.

“I’ve always wanted to visit here, Toto. This is going to be amazing!”

Excitement was flooding Max’s senses as he started towards the first building. The anxiety and pressure that had been weighing him down for days evaporated away as he approached a man in a uniform standing next to the information kiosk.

“Mr. Wolff. Mr. Veratappen. Welcome to Jardin Botanique de Montreal. I’m Thomas, and I will be your guide for the evening.”

Max shook Thomas’s offered hand with a brilliant smile, looking over his shoulder at Toto as the alpha’s hand reached around to take Thomas’s as well.

“Please, no formalities. You can call us Max and Toto. It’s nice to meet you, Thomas.”

Thomas smiled and began to detail the history of the gardens as they walked towards the first building. The warm, summer breeze enveloped them as Max reached down to intertwine his fingers with Toto’s. The thrill of holding hands in public for the first time sent a thrill down Max’s spine. Out of habit, his eyes scanned the perimeter for cameras or onlookers, but they were utterly alone—no one around to gawk at them or hurl questions at them. Max hummed happily and squeezed Toto’s hand, snapping his attention back to Thomas. The automatic doors of the exhibition greenhouse slid open silently, and a rush of humidity rushed out. Instantly, the scent of flora and fauna hit him like a wave.

The moment they stepped through it, they were transported to a lush rainforest. Bright flowers sprouted from every inch of the room as a cool mist hung in the air. Max gasped in awe as he tried to take in the pure majesty of his surroundings. Thomas walked backwards down the corridors, pointing out specific plants of interest, interspersed with facts about the rainforest. Max peeked up at Toto, who was asking a slew of questions about a particular fern. He could feel his heart swelling with pure adoration as Toto pressed Thomas about the care for orchids. The creases around Toto’s eyes grew deeper as he talked animatedly about the beauty of the relatively large monstera they were standing in front of. Slowly, they moved from greenhouse to greenhouse, smelling and touching everything Thomas suggested. Thomas led them through the rest of the greenhouses and the biodiversity center before leading them out and into the rose garden. Toto reached down to scoop up a fallen rose from the ground, holding it out for Max to take.

Max let out a chuckle as he took the delicate flower, “Now you’re trying to woo me? What romantic gesture will I get next? Candlelit dinner? String quartet?”

“You are far too in love to be wooed.”

Toto laughed and placed a firm kiss on Max’s temple as they were led through the Aquatic Gardens. Thomas stopped gesturing to the path ahead.

“We’re going to skip the Chinese Garden behind us for now, but I’m going to leave you two to explore on your own for a bit. The Japanese garden path is ahead on your left. From there, you’ll go through the First Nations Garden, which is beautiful this time of year. I’d recommend checking out the Shade Garden on the far right edge and then looping to the left to see the Shrub Garden, and across from that, the Flowery Brook and Lilacs. I’ll meet up with you again at the Toxic Plants and walk you through there before we wrap up the tour with the Alpine Garden and finally the Chinese Garden.”

“Thank you very much, Thomas. We’ll see you soon!”

Toto grabbed Max’s hand and dragged him towards the Japanese architecture ahead of them. Max waved goodbye to Thomas over his shoulder with a laugh as he rushed to keep up with Toto’s longer stride.

“Slow down!”

Toto made a quick turn into a small grove of trees and pressed Max’s back against the rough bark before leaning down to capture his mouth in a deep kiss. Max couldn’t help but moan in response as Toto’s hands wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so beautiful”, Toto mumbled as he buried his face in the side of Max’s neck and sucked at the skin.

Within minutes, Max was whimpering, thrusting his hips into the air, searching for any friction. One of Toto’s hands cupped Max’s cock through the shorts, rubbing with his palm in short strokes.

“Toto, I—“

“Hush, baby. Relax. I just needed to get my mouth on you for a moment. You are so beautiful.”

Max panted into Toto’s chest, losing himself in the pleasure of Toto’s body on his.

“Want to cum.”

“No, little one. Not yet. I want to see you fall apart in my arms. We’re going to finish our walk through these gardens, and after, I have a special surprise for you.”

Max let his head fall back against the tree and his eyes slip closed as his cock throbbed in time with his racing heart.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good boy.”

He could feel his hole clenching desperately around the plug that was still nestled securely in his ass. Toto squeezed Max’s cock one more time before stepping back and straightening Max’s clothes out. It took Max several deep breaths before his heart rate calmed enough for him to open his eyes.

“Your capacity for torturing me is getting concerning.”

Toto gripped Max’s chin firmly, leaning forward until their lips nearly touched.

“You love my particular brand of torture. I can smell the excitement pouring off of you in waves. You can protest all you want, but your cock doesn’t lie. You love being made to wait until I’m ready to give you an orgasm. You crave being controlled and restrained until you’re shaking with need.”

“F-f-fuck”, Max stuttered.

“Come along, Max. There’s more to see.”

Toto held a hand out for Max to take with a sly smile.

Chapter 47: The Question

June 13th

Jardin Botanique de Montreal
Montreal, Canada

Max’s mind was floating in a happy haze of ecstasy as he felt Toto’s hand rest against his lower back. Their walk through the back gardens was filled with stolen kisses and gropes in dark corners, mixed with admiring beautiful garden scapes and breathtaking scenery. In the last half hour, the sun had set, casting the path in a warm, orangey glow of dusk.

“We are now entering the Chinese Gardens, which is our most famous area.”

Max’s breath caught in his throat as they passed through the opening gate of the garden. Sparkling lights danced among the trees and buildings, weaving together to form an intricate network of lit paths that outlined the various bodies of water and structures before them. Thomas smiled as he looked back at Toto and Max, whose jaws had dropped in wonder. He stepped aside to let them both take in the spectacle for a moment.

“This is spectacular”, Max whispered, stepping forward slowly.

The three of them made their way into the gardens, stopping every few feet to enjoy the sights and smells. Max allowed himself to embrace the feelings of pure joy that surrounded him. He had never felt so cared for and cherished as he did in that moment. Toto had organized this entire evening for him. It must have been planned for a month or more before their world fell apart.

Max’s breath was taken away once again as they entered the last pavilion. Lit candles lined the edges of the structure; at the center was a small table with two chairs. A man in a chef’s jacket stood to the side with a welcoming smile. Toto greeted the man with a hug.

“Max, this is Massimo Piedimonte. He runs an amazing restaurant called Cabaret l’Enfer here in Montreal, but tonight he’s agreed to cook for us here.”

Max felt butterflies in his stomach flutter wildly, making him feel like he might puke. He stared in awe, trying to grasp how meticulously the evening had been planned. Toto had clearly worked so hard to make every detail perfect.

“It’s nice to meet you”, he choked out.

Max shook the chef’s hand, fighting back tears that threatened to fall. He wanted to shout at the voice in the back of his head that he was loved, he was cherished. Toto had taken such care and time planning their first real date. This moment right here, right now, stood in stark contrast to every time he was told he wasn’t worthy of kindness, care, or love. He let the moment envelope him.

“Hey. Hey, Max. Baby, look at me. What’s wrong?”

Toto’s arms wrapped around Max, pulling their bodies close together.

“N-nothing. Nothing is wrong. It’s perfect.”

The tears finally fell like rivers, soaking into Toto’s shirt. Emotions flooded through him like a tsunami, and the only thing holding him against the wave was Toto’s arms. He heard Toto whisper something over his shoulder as a sob broke free.

“Max, baby, breathe. Hey. I’m sorry if this is too much. We can go back to the house. I didn’t mean—“

Max surged forward, capturing Toto’s mouth in a wet, desperate kiss. He wished he could make Toto feel the gratitude and love that seemed to overwhelm every cell of his body. It was as if years of abuse and denigration were being stripped away. His soul was becoming a patchwork of band-aids covering healing wounds; each one carefully placed by Toto with every shared breath, every kiss, every touch, every moment. Toto held him until the sobs petered out with a shaky breath.

“Fuck. Sorry. It was just—“

“You never need to apologize for needing a moment to be emotional.”

Max smiled and wiped his tear-streaked cheeks, cleaning away the remnants of his breakdown.

“I’m sure I look like a mess.”

“Little one, you are always beautiful no matter what. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Are you ready to sit down for dinner, or do you need another minute?”

“No, no, no. I’m ready. Sorry!”

Max turned to apologize to the chef, but he was no longer in sight.

“I asked him to give us a moment.”

Toto briefly cupped Max’s chin, gazing deeply into his omega’s eyes before pulling out a chair and signaling for Max to sit. Max smoothly slid into the chair with a smile, watching Toto take his seat. Once they were both settled, Massimo reappeared carrying a bottle of wine.

“Gentlemen, tonight I have prepared an eight-course tasting menu, each paired with a local wine. We’ll start with the Pinot Grigio paired with local burrata.”

Toto reached across the table to take Max’s hand as the wine was poured and the first plates were placed in front of them. Over his career, Max had attended many opulent and formal dinners, but never anything this intimate. As each course was presented, Massimo offered a small description along with a backstory on the sourcing of ingredients. Many of the herbs and greens had been picked from the garden they had toured half an hour earlier. The seaweed mole was impeccably salty and savory, and the lobster gnocchetti was impossibly light and delectably rich, transforming into a symphony of perfectly balanced flavors in every bite. Max hummed happily, sharing smiles between sips of wine and bites of delicious food.

By the time Massimo was serving them dessert, Max was buzzing from the combination of alcohol and good food. Massimo popped the cork off a bottle of prosecco, placing two flutes on the table alongside their plates. Max immediately dug into the tiramisu, moaning as his taste buds registered the contrasting bitter coffee and sweet mascarpone. He could hear Toto chuckling across the table, but Max was entirely absorbed, practically licking the plate clean. Toto poured two glasses of chilled prosecco, handing one to Max.

“Massimo, I cannot give you enough compliments for your craft. Everything was delightful, and we are very grateful for you curating this experience for us. You have created a night for us that we will never forget.”

“Max, Toto, I was lovely to meet both of you, and I am happy you both enjoyed your meal. I will leave you to finish up.”

They both stood to shake Massimo’s hand as he left. Max sank back into his chair, taking a deep sip of the bubbly prosecco. He sensed a change in the atmosphere the moment Toto stood up. Max raised an eyebrow as Toto moved to the edge of the pavilion. He could almost see the tension radiating from the alpha’s tense shoulders as he turned to face Max. Toto looked at Max for a moment before slowly pacing along the edge.

“I have to admit I didn’t bring you here just for dinner.”

Max emptied his drink before setting the glass down, trying to calm the anxiety growing in his gut. Toto’s face was set in a serious expression.

“Okay”, Max said skeptically.

“Max, this isn’t exactly how I wanted this night to play out. I wish the last week hadn’t happened, but I don’t want to wait another day.”

“Wait for what?”

Max felt his mouth drop open in shock as Toto stopped right in front of him and sank to one knee. Between two fingers, Toto held a gleaming gold band.

“Holy shit.”

“Max Emilian Verstappen, you are my home, my mate, and my entire heart. I cannot imagine another moment of my life without you. I want to share every victory and hold you through every loss. In just a few months, you have reminded me what it means to love and be loved by someone else truly, and you remind me of what is important in life every day. You have brought me back to a me I thought had been lost long ago. I want to stand by your side for the rest of my life and be reminded. Will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me?”

Max’s mouth was opening and closing helplessly as his heart hammered in his chest. The shock had caused his whole world to focus sharply. His future flashed before him rapidly, each image showing Toto by his side, and Max realized he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Yes.”

Chapter 48: Mine and Yours

June 13th

Jardin Botanique de Montreal
Montreal, Canada

Max spun the band nestled securely on the ring finger of his left hand idly as they made their way back to the waiting SUV. The cool metal made Max’s stomach clench. Every moment of the proposal had been replaying in his mind on a constant loop. His face was starting to ache from the constant smile that had been plastered on his face ever since he had said yes. No matter how much the giddy joy of the engagement was consuming him, the anxiety of the race and the revelation of his orientation were still looming large in the back of his mind. Toto’s hand rested on Max’s back, firmly guiding him through the gates and into the backseat of the car. Max squeaked in surprise when Toto manhandled his body to turn and settle into his lap. Before Max could protest, Toto captured his mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Toto trailed kisses over Max’s jaw line before nipping at Max’s earlobe teasingly.

“We have a half-hour drive back to the house. Keep quiet.” Toto whispered.

Max had to bite his lip to keep in a pornographic moan that threatened to slip free. Toto patted his hip, gave him one more kiss, and slid Max back into his seat. Max could already feel his cock swelling in his panties. Over the last few months, he had become so accustomed to wearing butt plugs that he had forgotten about the one he had in until it started vibrating. Max sucked in a sharp breath as he involuntarily squirmed. Every shift of his hips jostled the plug, making Max’s head swim with pleasure. The car rolled forward as Max desperately tried to get the plug to sit against his prostate just right. Toto’s hand came to rest on Max’s bare knee. His thumb brushed over the skin gently as his other hand disappeared into his pocket. Max’s back arched as the vibrations kicked up another notch. His cock throbbed angrily, acutely aware of the cock ring choking his erection at the base. Toto leaned over, pressing his lips to the shell of Max’s ear.

“Being such a good boy for me. Spread your legs.”

Max complied instantly, balling his hands into tight fists. His head thunked back into the headrest as Toto’s hand slid up the smooth, shaved skin.

“Please”, Max whimpered through clenched teeth.

“Shh. Shh. Quiet, little one.”

Max snapped his eyes closed and tried to breathe through his nose as his body trembled. The vibrations shifted to a different setting, cycling between a slowly increasing shuddering and complete stillness. Max’s eyes rolled back into his head as precum soaked his panties as Toto’s fingers traced along the inside of Max’s quivering thigh.

“Halfway there. Keep your eyes closed and focus on that plug. Think about how in fifteen minutes I am going to rip your clothes off, stretch you out on my fingers until you’re gaping, then bury my cock inside that pretty little hole. You’re going to beg for release, little one. But you won’t be allowed until you can’t form any other words than please and Sir. Until you’re a babbling, drooling mess, drunk on my cock and my scent.”

Max could feel sweat dripping down his temple as the vibrations ratcheted up again. He had to remind himself to breathe and stay quiet as his brain played through Toto’s words. He turned his head, burrowing his face into the side of Toto’s neck and inhaling deeply. Toto’s scent flooded his nostrils, intensifying the sensations racking his body. Despite the cockring, Max was pretty sure he was about to cum.

“Toto, can I—“

“No.”

The vibrations instantly stopped. Max couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into the side of Toto’s neck in revenge and frustration. Toto hissed in pain, digging his nails into the inside of Max’s thigh. Max pulled back in shock, his eyes snapping open to see a perfect imprint of his teeth left behind.

“Fuck! Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that.”

Toto’s hand released Max’s thigh and gripped his hair, wrenching his head back.

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll make up for it.”

Max shuddered as the SUV slowly rolled into the driveway of their rental home. Toto slipped a generous tip to the driver and slid out of the vehicle with Max just behind him.

“Toto, I didn’t mean to bite you that hard, but it’s—”

The click of the door locking behind them made Max shiver as he kicked off his sneakers. The logical side of his brain was already screaming at him that he had already poked the big bad wolf, but his bratty side reared its head. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hold back the second half of his comment.

“Something else to say, little one?”

“No, Sir.”

Toto stepped forward, backing Max into the wall.

“Don’t lie to me. Say it.

Max felt his bravado falter for a moment, but he stuck his chin out defiantly.

“It’s not like you didn’t deserve it! I was so close.”

Toto cupped Max’s chin, pressing his body forward.

“Who do your orgasms belong to, little one?”

Max's eyebrows knit together as he frowned.

“You know how much I hate being edged!”

Toto used his knee to force Max’s legs apart and pushed his thigh into Max’s crotch.

“Liar.”

Max moaned, gripping Toto’s shoulders to steady himself as he shook.

“Toto,” Max gasped out, thrusting his hips forward, chasing the delicious friction.

Toto tsked and shook his head, collecting Max’s wrists in one hand and pinning them to the wall above his head.

“My pretty little brat. Stop lying to me.”

“Not lying”, Max whined out.

“You don’t love the idea of your orgasms being controlled?”

“I-I—no!”

“Hmm. Interesting. So it doesn’t make your pulse race when I deny you? It doesn’t make you even harder when I make you wait?”

“NO!”

Max couldn’t stop the shudder that racked his body as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“Come on, brat.”

In a whirlwind of motion, Toto swept Max into his arms and made his way upstairs to the master bedroom. Max couldn’t help but roll his eyes, which only earned him a sharp slap to his thigh.

“OW! That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

Max huffed as he was unceremoniously dumped on the bed. He sat up, planting his hands on the comforter behind him. He studied Toto as the alpha moved over to his suitcase, grabbing four lengths of bondage rope before returning to the bed.

“Are we finally at the part where you rip my clothes off?” Max asked with a smirk.

Toto smirked back and grabbed Max’s shirt by the collar, dragging him up to stand.

“I think I’m going to have to convince Christian to remove the no punishments during race week clause. You get awfully mouthy when you know the consequences of your actions are days away.”

Toto’s large hands found Max’s wrists, dragging them together in front before winding a length of rope around them. Toto knotted the rope tightly with a small smile. Max’s eye went wide when Toto’s hands slid down to the hem of his shirt.

“Don’t you fucking dare!

The ripping sound of fabric filled the room as Max tried to wiggle away.

“Stand still, little one”, Toto commanded with another swat.

“OW! Damnit, Toto! I actually liked this shirt!”

Max grumbled angrily as Toto continued to tear the scraps of fabric away from Max’s body until he was exposed. His chest rose and fell sharply as blood rushed to his already aching cock. The combination of the display of brute strength and the cold calmness of Toto’s demeanor set Max’s body alight in a way he wasn’t fully ready to dissect.

“Lie down. Hands above your head.”

The bed creaked gently as Max lay down, keeping his eyes locked on the alpha looming at the side of the bed. The second Max was settled, Toto climbed up, bending over to pinch Max’s chin between two fingers. Max felt his resolve crackling as he searched Toto’s eyes.

“Need you, Sir. Please?”

Toto turned Max’s face away, licking a thick stripe up the column of his neck.

“What do you need, little one. Tell me. Beg me.”

A needy whine broke free as Max arched his back, searching for friction, punishment, anything. He could feel Toto’s hand slowly sliding up his arms until they reached the knot securing his wrists together.

“Need you to fuck me.”

“You can beg better than that, Max.”

Frustration was starting to cloud his mind as Toto’s hands worked above his head, securing the binds to the headboard of the bed. Toto’s hands trailed down Max’s arms slowly, down his armpits and sides, making the muscles jump in anticipation. He could feel his hole clenching around the plug as he tested the give of the rope.

“Please, Sir!”

“I’m going to unpack. Maybe by the time we’re done, you’ll remember how to properly beg me.”

“You can’t!”

“I can.”

Max’s eyes followed Toto’s hand as it disappeared into his pocket.

“No! No! Please! Fuuuuck!”

The plug started vibrating again, making Max’s body bow with the rush of pleasure that flooded his system. Toto climbed off the bed as Max thrashed against the binds on his wrists. Tears pricked at Max’s eyes as a gush of slick leaked out from around the plug. The vibrations stopped suddenly. He moaned brokenly as he collapsed back down. It was only a momentary relief, though. Toto moved to the suitcases, unzipping both and working on emptying them. Max panted and whimpered as the plug cycled between the highest vibration setting and stopping completely. His eyes never left Toto’s body as he watched the alpha filling drawers and hanging things up in the closet. In the moments between the vibrations, he admired the long lines of Toto’s body. He drank in every curve and bulge of muscles. He groaned when Toto dug through the hidden pouch of his suitcase to retrieve a pair of nipple clamps. The clatter of the metal on the top of the dresser made Max whine. He could already feel his nipples hardening to stiff peaks in preparation.

“I should probably iron this shirt”, Toto mused, holding up a button-down.

Max squirmed helplessly, grinding his hips down into the bed, shifting the plug ever so slightly.

“Please, please, please! Please don’t!”

Toto hummed and turned, grabbing the clamps and kneeling next to Max.

“I’m almost done, little one.”

Max gritted his teeth as the clamps bit into his sensitive nipples one by one. Toto gave the chain connecting them a tug just to draw out a gasp of pain.

“Please”, Max whimpered as his chest lifted off the bed, trying to lessen the tug.

Toto dropped the chain and slid back off the bed to return to the suitcases. Max gasped for a solid breath as his body shook. Once the last crisp, white Mercedes button-down was hung up, Toto returned to the bed, kneeling at Max’s side.

“Lift your hips.”

Toto popped the button of Max’s shorts and dragged them off, tossing them across the room along with his socks.

“Please touch me! Fuck me! Plea—” Max’s pleas devolved into moans as the vibrations ratched up again.

Toto’s hand cupped Max’s cock through the pre-cum soaked panties. Max couldn’t resist thrusting his hips up into Toto’s hand as his balls drew up. He was so close.

“You’re so close. Find the words.”

A sob bubbled up from deep in Max’s chest as the vibrations stopped.

“Please! Please, Sir! Please fuck me. I need your hands on me, holding me, touching me. I need your fingers stretching me out. I need your cock opening me up, leaving me gaping and filled with cum. Need to feel every inch of you claiming me. Please, Sir! Please!”

Toto carded his fingers through Max’s sweaty hair as he kissed Max breathless.

“There’s my good boy. What was that you said earlier, though? You don’t like being denied orgasms?”

Panic flooded Max’s brain.

“Wait, wait! Sir, no! Please let me cum! Please! It hurts, I need you so much!”

Toto dug the heel of his hand into Max’s cock, making him howl at the dueling sensations.

“How about this, little one? You can cum—“

“Thank you, Sir! Thank you! Thank you!”

“As soon as you stop lying about hating being denied.”

“What?!”

Max’s jaw dropped open in disbelief as he stared at Toto.

“Tell me the truth and tell me why, then maybe you’ll earn an orgasm.”

His head fell back against the pillows as he groaned. Knowing why he craved that ultimate loss of control and admitting it out loud were two different things. But no amount of embarrassment could override his need to cum. Every bit of resistance had bled away as his body ached.

“Okay! Okay! I like it!”

The plug buzzed to life again.

“Why, Max?”

Max sniffled as he tried desperately to form words through the gasps and moans of pleasure. Toto dragged the panties down to mid-thigh and gently worked the cock ring off.

“I need to not be in control! Fuck! Oh fuck! Please, Sir! I need the freedom that comes with not being in control! I need the release of not being able to decide! PLEASE!”

Toto wrapped his hand around Max’s cock, dragging his dry palm against the silky shaft. Max’s mouth lolled open as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull.

“Good boy. Cum for me.”

Max screamed, his back arching so sharply his joints cracked as he painted his abs and chest with shot after shot of cum. Max’s vision went completely white as his body shook through the aftershocks. The tightness in his chest released as he came down, making him sob with relief. Max blinked away the tears, trying to catch his breath as Toto gently petted his quivering leg.

“Thank you, Sir! Fuck that was amazing!”

Toto slid between Max’s legs and made quick work of ripping both sides of the panties and tossing the scraps of fabric aside. The plug slipped out with a wet pop as Toto slid his own cock free. Toto easily pressed three fingers deep into Max’s dripping hole, dragging his nails over Max’s prostate deliberately. Max gasped for a solid breath as Toto spread his fingers open.

“You’re so beautiful, Max. My perfect, bratty, beautiful husband.”

Max’s heart skipped a beat at the last word. He suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to touch. He tugged against the restraints, desperately pleading with his eyes, and Toto couldn’t resist. He kissed his way up Max’s chest, licking up cum on his way up to Max’s mouth as his hands quickly worked to untie the binds. The second Max’s hands were free, he reached out, cupping Toto’s face as he deepened the kiss.

“Fuck me. Please, Toto. Need you in me.” Max whispered against Toto’s lips.

The burning stretch of the head to Toto’s cock pressing in made Max sigh in relief. Their bodies melded together as Toto slowly pressed forward, inch by tantalizing inch. Toto gently lifted Max’s legs up until the omega was completely bent in half. He pressed soft kisses down Max’s neck as he sank into the warm, tight heat.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock. You’re so amazing. I love you so much. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life worshipping your perfect body and satisfying your every want and need.”

Toto finally bottomed out with a satisfied groan as Max wrapped his arms around Toto’s neck and dug his nails in. His eyes burned into Toto’s as his body screamed for more.

“I love you, too, but right now I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for the rest of the week.”

Toto chuckled and drew his hips back before slamming back in with enough force to make the bed squeak. Max dug his nails in even harder, catching Toto’s bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. He wanted to leave marks and be marked in return. He wanted to be claimed and owned. Toto read him like a book and leaned down, sinking his teeth into Max’s shoulder before sucking at the skin hard enough to bruise. Max groaned as Toto’s thrusts grew harder, faster.

“My insatiable little brat.” Toto panted into the hickey he had left behind.

Toto stopped fucking him just long enough to grab Max’s wrists, pinning both above Max’s head with one huge hand while the other grabbed the chain of the nipple clamps.

“Oow!”

Toto stopped with his cock buried all the way inside and tugged the chain sharply, groaning at the way Max’s hole fluttered with pleasure.

“My perfect little pain slut.”

Max whimpered again even louder as he tried to pull his wrists out of Toto’s strong grip. Toto slid in and out, directly angling his hips so that the head of his cock dragged over Max’s prostate with each pass.

“Please”, Max wailed, arching his back and writhing.

“My beautiful omega. My perfect match.”

“Yours! All yours!”

“Mine”, Toto growled, snapping his hips forward.

He punctuated each brutal thrust with that word. Over and over again, growling out his claim to the world. Max’s forgotten cock twitched helplessly between their bodies. Max’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt his climax rapidly building in the pit of his stomach.

Max was quickly devolving into a puddle of mumbled “please”s and “Sir”s.

“Cum on my cock, Max. Cum for me. Now.”

Toto’s knot slowly swelled, pushing Max over the edge for the second time. The world shrank to just them in a rented house, wrapped in each other’s bodies. Toto finally released Max’s wrists, sliding his hand under Max’s head to cradle it gently as he emptied his balls deep inside of Max’s body. His free hand slowly released the nipple clamps, soothing the red, raw nubs with his thumbs.

“Yours”, Max whispered, melting into the mattress completely sated.

“Mine.”, Toto answered with a fond smile.

Toto straightened and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor before leaning down for another kiss. Max’s hand rose, tracing the contours of Toto’s chest as his mind started to wander to the world that faced them outside of their bubble of post-sex bliss.

“Can we walk in together tomorrow?”

“I will walk with you for the rest of my life.”

Notes:

Unfortunately, I will be traveling for the next week and a half, so no update for a while, but I promise I will be back as soon as I can! I have a race to write along with a wedding!

Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with this 80,000+ word monster! I live for your comments and reactions to my writing, and I am so grateful to all of you!

And don't worry, Jos's comeuppance is coming.

Chapter 49: Facing The World

June 14th

Circuit Gilles Villeneuve
Montreal, Canada

Max sucked in a shaky breath, focusing on the warm hand on his leg as he pulled their car into a parking spot. He could already hear the clamor of the press pushing and shoving to get to the front of the barricades at the entrance to the paddock. Toto’s thumb brushed over the bare skin of Max’s knee gently. The skin-to-skin contact made goosebumps break out over Max’s body as he shuddered.

“Maybe we can stay here for one more minute?”

“Of course. Deep breath. I’ll be by your side the entire time. Every step of the way from now on, it’s you and me.”

“Yeah.”

Max chewed on his bottom lip nervously as he peeked at the rear-view mirror.

“Ready?”

Max nodded once and reached for the door, but he froze. The anxiety that had been clawing at him all morning reared its head, making him want to shrivel into a little ball.

“Fuck. This is going to suck.”

“I know, little one, but we have to do it.”

Their eyes met briefly as Max swallowed hard and steeled himself. He opened the door, grimacing at the overwhelming noise of reporters shouting his name. Max pushed his sunglasses up, straightened his back, and stepped around the car. Toto was waiting there with his hand out, which Max immediately took, interlacing their fingers.

The FIA had limited press access to the paddock due to the overwhelming demand, leaving those who were shut out had to wait in places like the parking lot. The chorus of his name shouted in a hundred different voices and accents hit Max like a brick. He squeezed Toto’s hand a little tighter and started walking. He focused on keeping his shoulders relaxed and his face neutral as he pulled his pass out of his pocket. He held his breath as Toto let go for just a moment while they approached the turnstiles. The second the light turned green, Max pushed his way through, meeting Toto again on the other side.

“Doing so well. Keep breathing.” Toto whispered.

Max nodded in response as the press inside the paddock came rushing. John, as well as the four other bodyguards Red Bull had hired, were quick to create a barrier between Max and the cameras. Toto squeezed Max’s hand even tighter as they set a quick pace for the Red Bull hospitality suite. The rambunctious crowd followed them all the way to the doors, many shouting with disappointment when Max refused to even give them a single look. The entire room fell into a tension-filled hush as they entered. Max couldn’t help but pray for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He had been so worried about managing the press and the crowds that he hadn’t spared a thought for how he was going to face his own team.

“Max, ready for the weekend?” GP said louder than necessary as he approached.

He could hear Toto let out a breath of relief as GP broke the tension. The room slowly relaxed as GP walked with Max toward the staircase to the upper level. Max tried to avoid the eyes of his teammates, unsure whether their stares held hate or understanding.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

GP patted Max firmly on the shoulder and led the way up the stairs to the conference room. Max took his sunglasses off as he entered the room and flopped down to his usual seat. He slipped his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt as he relaxed into the plush, leather seat. Toto cleared his throat awkwardly as he met Christian’s eye.

“Take a seat, Toto. We’ll just review the schedule for the weekend while you’re here.”

Toto dropped into the seat next to Max with a nod. GP, John, Max’s communications manager, Gemma Lusty, his performance engineer, Tom Hart, his manager, Raymond Vermeulen, and his performance coach, Bradley Scanes, all took their respective seats around the table. Despite the fact that it was just a scheduling meeting, Max couldn’t help but feel that everyone had wanted to talk about everything but the race weekend. Max kept his eyes trained on Christian, not wanting to meet the eyes of anyone else. The people at the table had been his closest colleagues for years, and he couldn’t help but feel like he had betrayed them. The guilt of his lie was gnawing at him mercilessly.

“Max, we have limited press access as much as possible. Four interviews today, all questions have been prescreened and approved. After that, there will be a team meeting in the garage. Tomorrow we have a full media day as well as the F1 driver meeting. The 16th has two practice sessions from 1:30 pm to 2:30 pm local time and the second from 4:30 pm to 6:00 pm. Practice three will be on the 17th from 12:30 pm to—“

Despite trying to concentrate, Max’s mind began to wander. In his head, he began to play through different scenarios. What would he say to the other drivers? What would they say to him? Would the crowds boo him or pity him? He tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. He jumped as Toto’s hand squeezed his knee.

“Are you listening, Max?”

Christian’s arms were firmly crossed over his chest as he stared Max down.

“Honestly, you lost me after practice three. Just text me the schedule, and Gemma and her team will make sure I’m where I need to be.”

Gemma scoffed and rolled her eyes fondly.

“So it will be the same as every race weekend?”, she grumbled.

Max snorted out a surprised laugh.

Christian threw his hands up with a sigh, “Toto, a little help, please?”

“Not my team, you’re on your own.”

“You could at least control the one you’re in charge of!”

“He’s your responsibility in this room, Christian.”

Christian looked around the table with his hands raised helplessly.

“Fine! Fine! Gemma, please disseminate the schedule to everyone. Some days I feel like I run a daycare. Class dismissed!”

Max couldn’t stop his laughing fit as Christian stalked out of the room, muttering about “unruly children”. Toto slowly traced circles over Max’s kneecap as team members filtered out of the room. The moment they were alone, Max slid into Toto’s lap, wrapping his arms around his alpha’s neck. The meeting had at least quelled his team-based anxiety. No one had acted any differently towards him.

“They don’t hate me.”

“Max, we talked about this—“

“I know! I know! Anyone who says anything can fuck off.”

Toto pinched Max’s chin gently and tugged him forward until their lips met for a soft kiss.

“That is not exactly what I said.”

“Same sentiment.”

Toto shook his head fondly and patted Max’s hip.

“Up, brat. Time to go to work.”

Notes:

I'm finally back! I'm so sorry that I've been away for so long!

Notes:

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