Race With a Heart
Chapter 54: Overcoming the Remnants of Shame

Chapter 54: Overcoming the Remnants of Shame

The boy screamed softly.

Paxton’s arm held him tight. Martin could try to get away if he wanted to, he could step on his foot, hit him with the head - whatever - but he wouldn’t. This immobility stimulated him. It added a certain spice to their physical relationships. Therefore, voluntarily defenseless Martin completely surrendered to the caress of a strong, firm hand that squeezed and released his member at the very root. They were in his private apartment, all alone, away from any eyes that might see them, and yet, because they were fully dressed, there was something indecently appealing about the scene. There was no reason to caress surreptitiously, that was what Steve was doing at that moment.

Martin’s body temperature began to rise rapidly.

"I’m hot," he muttered.

Paxton immediately extended his hand, disappointing Martin’s body, and lightly pushed the boy away.

"Then take your clothes off," he ordered. "As for the last cloth."

The bold, irresistible command made Martin shudder. Was he just about to expose himself? Expose all? In front of Steve?

"How long do I have to wait?" Paxton growled.

The mechanic looked into the driver’s eyes. They were dark, demanding unconditional obedience, and had a little darkness in them, but there was even more wonderful desire in them. Martin could not remain idle under that gaze. Without taking his eyes off Paxton, Martin began to undress.

The first one to fall to the floor was his jacket - the same jacket Steve had put on him. Then the sweatshirt, boots, work pants ... Martin remained in his underwear only, but under the influence of Steve’s firm gaze, he didn’t even think to stop. Steve was too strong a personality for Martin to try to stand up to him. So, overcoming the remnants of shame, the young mechanic took off even his underwear and, without even trying to conceal his manhood, stood in front of Paxton as naked as when he was born.

He sensed the driver liked it. There was a gleam of satisfaction in Paxton’s eyes. Shame was nothing if you could please someone you love and who you wholeheartedly want to be happy with. Martin felt a great joy in his heart.

"How is it possible that you are so beautiful?" Steve asked with a hint of admiration in his voice.

"My mother was the first vice-miss," Martin replied bluntly, "but many felt that the verdict was unfair, that she should... win. Steve ...? "

Paxton walked over to a naked Martin. First he stroked his cheek, then moved his hand to his neck, torso, abdomen and again to the already swollen member of the young mechanic.

"Perfect," he announced.

At the sound of this word, Martin flushed all over. One innocent word, but its context and passion with which it was spoken made every cell in his body tremble with excitement.

Steve pressed his body forward, causing Martin to instinctively take a step back. Then for the second. Apparently that was what the driver meant, as he did not stop him, although he had the option. Martin backed away and backed away until he lost his balance and, in surprise, fell back onto his bed.

Paxton, fully dressed, slipped between his legs and unbuckled his belt. He pulled it out of his pants and looked Martin deeply in the eye.

The young mechanic’s mouth felt dry. His throat began to scratch. He extended his hands towards Steve and brought his wrists together.

It is said that being bound by a lover is a sign of trust. Despite Paxton’s sometimes difficult character, Martin trusted him with all his heart. If the driver had told him to go through the fire, Martin would have done so without hesitation.

But how could he not trust this man when he already saw what was most beautiful and ugliest in him? Their beginnings were not easy. Now it was also far from normal, Martin felt with all his heart that he understood this "broken", as Steve called himself, man.

The moment the hands were tied was not terrible at all. On the contrary, it was wildly erotic.

"You know that you are completely relying on my grace?" Paxton asked.

"I know," he replied timidly, quietly, but without a trace of doubt. "I trust you completely."

Steve’s movements stopped for a moment.

"What if I don’t trust you?" He asked.

"Is that why you bind me?"

"Maybe."

Steve’s answer, only half-joking, made Martin interested. Why should a driver not trust him? Did Martin do something to lose his trust? Or maybe he didn’t have it at all?

Or was there some dark uncertainty in Steve’s heart again? Was his behavior again overshadowed by the experiences from three years ago?

"I don’t know why you shouldn’t trust me, but if you want to, bind me tight," Martin suggested.

"How tight do I have to bind you so you don’t run away?"

"I’m not going to run away. It’s you..."

Martin bit his tongue. Again he said something he shouldn’t have said. Steve, however, did not seem to make him feel unpleasant this time.

"I’m too excited to put me off," Paxton announced, restraining his wrists. "But if you keep provoking me, I can stop being gentle."

Martin bit his lower lip. The threat, or rather the promise of Paxton, had clearly excited him. The mechanic felt his energized member rise even more.

Steve moved to the side of the bed and tied a strap to the headboard. When he finished, he gently and sensually slid the back of his hand on the inside of Martin’s arm and began kissing it, continually going down until it reached his armpit. The mechanic shuddered. He moved his hips impatiently.

"I know, I know," Steve announced. "You can’t wait to when I get into you hard, forcefully, until you scream with pleasure so great that you won’t be able to describe it except by shouting."

"So why are you teasing my body?"

"You like it that way. Sensually. That’s what you wanted last time. "

"But but..."

Martin didn’t know what to say. Yes, he liked it sensually, he liked it romantically and tenderly, but he liked it sharply as well, just as Steve said, hard, forcefully, until he screamed out with delight so great he wouldn’t be able to express it except by screaming. And Steve knew perfectly well how to give him such delight.

"I also like it as before." He confessed.

"Or maybe you like it in all ways, huh?" Steve started licking his nipple, which was hard as a diamond.

"I suppose so," Martin admitted, and moved his hips again. His crotch demanded caresses. It could be a hand, it could be a tongue, but Martin would have liked to go all out right away.

"Good thing I tied you," Paxton laughed. "Otherwise, watching you twirl your hips, you’d have jumped on my cock like a ravenous beast."

Martin imagined the scene. He imagined taking Steve’s huge cock in his mouth, licking it passionately and swallowing it greedily. All red in his face, surprised to find this boldness, he asked:

"Give him to me..."

But Steve didn’t know what the mechanic was talking about, or just pretended not to understand.

"What should I give you?" he purred sucking one nipple and caressing the other with his hand.

"Your cock. Give him to me."

Paxton stopped petting and looked into his lover’s bright eyes. He seemed to be debating whether to grant his request.

Martin decided he should encourage him.

"Are you not feeling well in my mouth?" he asked boldly.

Paxton smirked and that smile was a bit demonic and made Martin red. Being tied up and totally devoted to Steve’s whims was a wonderful, exciting torture.

"Please ..." he groaned.

Steve got up and knelt on the sheets. He unzipped his fly, slipped off his pants and briefs, and pulled out his majestic penis. He took it in his hand and waved it several times. Martin moved not only his hips, but his whole body, writhing with anticipation and passion.

"Do you like it?" Paxton asked unceremoniously.

"Oh yes...! Give it to me ... "

The driver leaned closer, and had Martin not been tied, his lips would have grasped his swollen manhood, but his restrained hands restricted his movements.

"Steve ...!" Martin groaned desperately. The boy was under the impression that he was going to go mad with the government in a moment.

Paxton laughed a bit of a wicked but damn sexy laugh and moved closer so that Martin, slightly twisting his head, could easily reach him.

So he began to devour him desperately, like a forty-day fasting hermit who finally saw the meat. Because the hunger in Martin was similar. Though he hadn’t fasted for forty days, he had shared his body with Paxton a lot lately, but there was something so incredibly attractive about the driver that the young mechanic was always hungry of him...

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