Race With a Heart
Chapter 155: Promises

Chapter 155: Promises

Steve began to undress frantically. In moments, his clothes landed on the ground. There was a fairly long postoperative scar where the knife had stabbed him, pink and fresh, but nicely fused and seam-free. This scar gave Paxton that extra naughty boy charm.

Well, it used to be said that a man should have scars, and for that, Martin felt that it probably should be so. Shit, Steve with this scar was just too hot!

With the same passion, the driver pulled Martin’s pants and briefs off Martin, leaving him naked from the waist. He didn’t care about the top of his clothes. What mattered most to him was the butt.

Martin’s bare feet slammed hard against the bed as they fell limp on them after Steve hadn’t even spared him his socks. Paxton looked at Martin, intimidated for a moment, and his eyes emphatically said that he had already reached the point where he would not be able to stop.

"Turn around," he ordered. "On your knees and on your hands."

Already at that moment, Martin felt as if he was going to go mad. Knowing that he could not object and not even want to, he took the position assigned to him by Steve. He knew his protruding ass was an easy target for Steve’s assault, but wasn’t he asking for it?

Martin was looking forward to it. But nothing happened. He turned his head and with difficulty, between his limbs, saw that Paxton was energetically preparing his penis. Well, he had to be tough enough.

"Maybe you need some help ..." he suggested shyly.

"Do not move. I enjoy the view."

The words were almost simple and yet unbelievably erotic. Steve Paxton was caressing his cock while looking at Martin’s unbuttoned ass. The boy felt himself getting hard again.

"You wanted hard, you wanted it without pity, then don’t cry," Paxton announced.

Martin heard the spit and a massive mass hit his ass. The momentum was so powerful it almost took his balance, but Steve helped him hold it while pushing with unwavering force.

"Aaaaaah ...!" Martin exclaimed, feeling this mass and force begin to penetrate inside him.

The charge was so hard that his elbows gave way under Martin, and the boy fell down on them, lowering his torso and sticking his ass out even more.

Now it was easier for Paxton, and his battering ram painfully forced its way even deeper, taking Martin’s breath away. Instinctively, Martin wanted to break free, to get away from the power that was storming him, but the strong hands of his lover quickly returned him to his place.

Steve was hard and rough with almost no lubrication, so his movements weren’t smooth or soft. Martin felt his pain as if he were being taken for the first time, but also the perverse pleasure that spread over his hot, tender and so wonderfully stuffed interior.

Meanwhile, Paxton’s momentum was so great that even Martin’s knees could not bear it, and the boy, groaning and screaming, was crushed into the bed, completely overwhelmed and conquered.

No one else was allowed to do this to him. No one else had the right to even think about taking over his body. Just Steve. Steve was allowed to do anything because he was a man who shared with Martin not only bodies but also hearts.

Martin felt Paxton’s weight on him and his unquenchable passion within him. Though his penis was already huge when it entered Martin, it had grown even larger now, and every movement of this enormous mass brought out the boy’s mouth choked by a pillow. He don’t think he has experienced such a rough ride yet. He is about to go mad with ecstasy!

The orgasm came in the next minute, powerful, so strong it almost made him mad. As he screamed and pounded the pillows with his fists, he felt his interior fill with Paxton’s sticky seed.

Steve pulled out of it complacent. Martin turned heavily and saw his beautiful, dark-haired head above him. Martin, in pain, sat down heavily and groaned.

"Ouch!"

"I was too sharp, I know, forgive me ..."

"You were perfect," said Martin. "Just what I needed today."

"Did you really have such a whim today?"

"It’s not a whim it’s... I wanted to feel with my whole being that I belonged to you. I wanted to experience your strength with every cell in my body. It’s like ... I wanted you ... "

"To engraved myself on you so much that no one else would ever dare to even come close to you. Let me mark you as my lover. That your body would only want me, know only me. Martin, if anyone else tries to touch you, I’ll kill him. This is not a joke. The only reason I stopped today was because you stepped between us. You belong to me and if someone touches you, I will tear his legs off his ass. "

’You are only mine’, ’You belong only to me’, that was what Martin wanted. He hated all the slogans of freedom, partnership and equality. When you love as much as he loved, you don’t want equality in your relationship but the full satisfaction of your loved one. You do not want to be his partner, but the property, the slave of his love. This total self-giving was not only wonderfully erotic, it gave Martin a sense of security. He belonged to Steve, but Steve belonged to him just as much. No one who has not loved as much as he will understand it.

"Do it," said Martin happily. "Punish anyone who wants to destroy our relationship. I love you so much! If I were to lose you one day, I would probably die. "

"You will not lose me. Do you know why? Because you are my life. "

***

The cheek slap that hit his right cheek hurt more than all the hooks he had received on the left cheek. It wasn’t because his face was already sore, but because of who owned the hand that was hitting him.

"Are you aware of what you did?" Nelson asked Don and slapped him again.

Don Alston was at this point completely exhausted physically and mentally. All he knew was that he could no longer bear his erotic urge and reached out for what he considered his own. Yes, he might have done it too violently than he should have, but at that point his heart was drowning in frustration and the alcohol that filled it from losing on the track. Don really needed the distraction and consolation that Martin was offering him himself. If it wasn’t for that fucking Paxton...!

"Don, wake up! You sexually assaulted one of your colleagues! Do you realize what that means ?! "

"Nobody will bring a report to the police," Alston remarked as if these were the only possible consequences of his behavior. "They won’t want publicity."

"You idiot! You fool!" Nelson raised his hand to slap again, but didn’t strike. The rage in his eyes turned to regret. "You could be suspended or even thrown out of the stable!"

This information came as a shock to Don.

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked trying to understand the situation. "How is it thrown from the stables? For something like that? "

"Haven’t you read your contract? Do you know what it means ’conduct unworthy of the driver of the Fergus Stables, jeopardizing her reputation’?"

"But they can’t do it!" Alston went into a denial phase, but there was panic in his heart. "I just got my chance to compete!"

"And you thought you were already on top so much that you would be forgiven for having sexually assaulted a colleague?"

"Hey, I didn’t hurt him! I didn’t even touch his ass! It was just a fight." Don suddenly defended himself. A moment ago, brave and confident in the face of the possibility of losing the desired place on the track or even being thrown out of the stable, he began desperately seeking help for himself.

"You better pray that this explanation would suffice."

"If I apologize to Martin, he won’t seek revenge. I’ll explain that it was a joke, that in fact ... He would believe me. He is terribly naive ... "

"Even if he did, even if he believed you and didn’t want to go any further, there are still Paxton and Lambert. You attacked Paxton’s lover, and to Lambert, the boy is like a little brother. You were lucky Paxton didn’t kill you. "

"He is like an animal! How could he hit so hard? "

Nelson shook his head disapprovingly.

"Was it worth it?" he asked looking sadly at Don. "Was it worth wasting a chance you worked so hard for just to vent your desires? I asked you and I warned you that you can pursue Martin, but you must not use violence. "

With that, Nelson took off his jacket and loosened his tie. He was unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

Don looked at him with growing concern. What’s Nelson up to? He’s not going to...?