Race With a Heart
Chapter 156: And if You Break Your Promise...

Chapter 156: And if You Break Your Promise...

Alston felt a sudden terror. He turned pale.

"Please, forgive me! I’ll fix everything, I promise! If necessary, I will plead to each of them on my knees! " Don stepped back, stumbling over his own feet. "Your efforts to get me on the track will not be wasted. I will do everything, I swear, so please ... "

"I’ve never blown my words to the wind before," Nelson announced and unbuckled his belt. Slowly, almost ostentatiously, he pulled it out of his pants. "I warned you about what would happen if you act unreasonably with this boy."

"Yes but..."

It was more than fear. It was the terror that overwhelmed Alston so much it almost took his breath away.

But it was Nelson, so there was never any escaping him.

It was Nelson, who was always closer to him than his father than his brother, who was perhaps the only person in the world who cared for his well-being. The only person who really cared about Don. So if Nelson decided to do THIS to him, Don had nowhere to run.

The terror subsided. Alston’s heart was still beating against his chest in fear, but there was total, passive surrender.

"Just ... be gentle," Don asked, losing all his swagger and turning into a meek pet.

The curtain fell on what happened next.

***

Don Alston was lying on his stomach, nibbling on a pillow and staring out the window. His eyes were full of tears. He thought he had cried all of them by now, yet they kept pouring into his eyes. It’s weird Don never cried, but today ...

His fingers tightened on the pillow wet with his tears. He wasn’t crying, he wasn’t sobbing, tears were streaming down his eyes in silence.

On the other side of the bed a man shifted. Alston twitched involuntarily as he sensed the movement. The driver felt the heavy arm of the man on his shoulder and his hot breath on his neck. Don shivered.

"You’ve been punished enough," Nelson announced, "and you’ve learned a lesson. Sorry, the words were clearly not getting to you. Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to keep you in the stable and on the track. I will literally do anything to make it happen."

"Thank you," Don muttered, cringing under Nelson’s touch and his hot breath.

"I’ll go now" Nelson pulled his hand off Alston. "You should calmly rest ..."

"Stay!" cried out suddenly, in a fit of panic, Don. "Please!"

The driver tried to twist to grab Nelson’s hand and stop him, but all he could do was groan in pain and drop back into the pillows.

Nelson settled down next to him without a word. He put his arm over him again.

The strong arm that had so easily immobilized Don before, not letting him slip away even as he screamed in humiliation and pain and... pleasure.

Don himself did not know which of these experiences was the most in him. All he knew was that his thoughtless, rash behavior deserved the punishment Nelson was giving him. He deserved this humiliation and this pain tearing him to shreds. Nelson had warned him, he had clearly warned him about the consequences. It was Don who ignored the warning, even though he knew it was not a joke and that Nelson would enforce everything ... Don had no right to complain and he did not complain. He accepted the punishment as an obedient child accepts a spank from his parent.

But there was also... pleasure.

This one surprised Alston so much that he couldn’t cope with it. But he understood why and where Martin had that expression on his face. When you are held by the strong arms of a man you trust, who is closer to you than your own father or brother, when you know that this man’s passion pierces your body...

Don sighed heavily. New tears welled up in his eyes.

Alston was not gay. He was never attracted to any man. It was Martin who was the first and only. Don wanted to crush him in his arms, destroy him so that the boy could only think of him. Meanwhile, it was Don who was crushed, destroyed, and his thoughts went exclusively to Nelson.

"Does it hurt you a lot?" Nelson asked, his voice stern but not without concern. His hand began to slide downward, as if he were trying to feel the damage he had done. His fingers electrified Alston’s skin.

"Very," admitted the driver.

"The punishment should be painful, then it stays in your memory for a longer time. You will remember today’s punishment, right? You won’t try anything with Martin anymore?"

Martin? Alston shuddered at the name, but there was no longer that erotic tension, this obsessive desire to get him.

"I won’t," Don still vaguely assured, as he kept pressing his face and teeth against the pillow. "I’m not interested in him anymore."

It was absolutely true. Martin was no longer tempting him. The old idiom about ’knocking something out of your head’ is right. If Nelson had ’knocked’ out of his head earlier, or, in this case, with his ass, Martin, Don would not have found himself in this threatening situation to be thrown out of the stables.

"Are you really going to do anything to keep me at the Fergus Stables?" he asked Nelson.

"Everything ... For your dreams, for your future, I’ll do anything."

Alston remembered the police sniffing around for Rita’s murder. The girl dared to record on the phone how they had sex. A young Fergus Stables driver fucking a prostitute was already a scandal, but fucking her ass was a media death. If only the girl acted properly and forgot about the case as soon as she took the money for sex, with a bonus, of course, for an unusual hole, it would all end then, but she had to blackmail him! She was to blame for herself, and now Nelson could get into trouble for her.

"Don’t do everything," Don asked. "You’ve always protected me so much, always been so good to me. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me, that’s why ... So protect not only me, but also yourself. Don’t do anything that could become dangerous for you. "

"You really want it?"

"Yes," admitted Alston feeling a strange intimidation. "Anyway, I myself... I made a terrible mistake with Martin myself. Thank you for your lesson, Nelson. "

"You sound so sincere ..."

"I am honest. What you did today..." Don shivered involuntarily. He closed his eyes.

Pain and humiliation. A real punishment for his misdemeanor. A punishment he took because he knew he was due. And then the pleasure that came from the mere fact that the punishment was administered by Nelson, so while painful, it wasn’t real torture. Nelson was firm, decisive, and strong enough to not do him irreparable damage. Although something irreversible has happened.

"What you did today ..." he repeated in a trembling voice. "Is it supposed to be only a punishment or maybe ..."

Don felt a hot, pleasantly shivering kiss on his neck.

"Not just punishment" Alston heard the reply sinking in his neck. "There could be more to it if you want. If you want, it can become our routine or... I can be at your every command. I know you have a huge appetite just like your father, but looking for amusement among whores is not a solution that is worthy of you. "

Don swallowed hard. Nelson was the only person in the world who really cared about Don’s welfare. What he offered ...

"You really will be at my every call?"

"If you feel an erotic desire within you that is hard to fight, don’t look for the whore’s arms. Make a phone call to me and I will satisfy your desires to such an extent that your body will melt. Always."

A new batch of tears filled Alston’s eyes. Will there be no end to them? But no one had ever said such devoted words to him. No one has ever been able to give up everything and run to him just because Don needed him. Nelson only. Nelson was always there for him. He was the only man who had been in Alston’s life, and the only man worthy of being in it.

For some mysterious reason Alston wanted to turn again, he wanted to reach for Nelson’s face, he wanted to feel his lips on his lips ... Again the pain stopped him. Nelson, however, read his intentions and fulfilled his wishes. How well this man knew him! It was as if he for years had dedicated his life exclusively to Don.

Because it was so ...

Oh, Nelson!

***

Kevin Moore was just finishing his lecture when his phone started ringing. Kevin had all sound notifications turned off, so no students paid any attention to the professor’s phone, but Moore glanced at the illuminated display. Sullivan called.

Kevin frowned. For a moment he considered whether to answer it, but it was Sullivan himself who gave up trying to reach the professor. Perhaps he remembered that Moore was giving a lecture at this point? In any case, the problem resolved itself, and Kevin could return to the topic at hand. Literally after a minute, Moore received a notification of receiving a text message. As the lecture was already in the final stages of its final phase, he decided to read the message when it was over.

Two students, however, had questions about the essay they were writing, so it was a few more minutes before Kevin could read the message. But when he did so, he found himself in a state that looked like a shock. The message was short, but very succinct.

’We caught Rita Evans’ killer ".