37 "Do not move. It's payback time. "

"Do not move. It's payback time. "

Hearing these words, Steve froze. Was this what Martin's revenge was like? Or maybe justice? The young mechanic had a hard time dealing with his clothes, but was determined to take Paxton in his possession.

Martin shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't the type of man to take revenge. Steve knew he deserved the punishment, but Martin shouldn't be the one to punish him. If the boy goes beyond certain limits, he will regret it.

Paxton should have told him that, made Martin aware that it was better for him to punish the driver without emotionally hurting himself, but he couldn't do it. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes resignedly. Martin fumbled near his penis, visibly arousing him. Steve really was a bad person because he wanted that touch even more. He should have stopped Martin for his own good, but he didn't want to.

But he should have stopped him.

Steve glanced towards the cloakroom door.

"Someone may see us," he announced in a heavy voice. This argument should hit the mind of the young mechanic. "Everyone is at work and this is a public space."

'You took me down the hall," Martin remarked.

"It was after hours."

Martin stopped wrestling with Steve's clothes. He began to consider something.

"Then we must hurry up," he announced. "The mechanics don't come to the locker room when the driver has left the track."

Yes, it was an unwritten custom in their stable. They didn't want to disturb the driver who was tired after training, they didn't have time for that either because they had to take care of the car. That's why Martin and Steve had about fifteen minutes, but who needed more?

"Do what you want," Steve resigned, defeated, and Martin felt a rush of wild excitement.

It wasn't just about sex. There was something incredibly attractive about Paxton's resignation. It was like the erotic The Taming of the Shrew.

But there was something else to it. Martin didn't understand where the idea of ​​being with Steve in this physical proximity had come from, but he felt the driver needed it.

Martin finally picked up Steve's mighty dick and greedily devoured it. At the same time, he felt his own manhood begin to press against his underwear.

Steve Paxton was an incredibly sensual man. His appearance, his scent and even his hostile attitude filled Martin with erotic readiness. The mechanic's body had undergone incredible transformations in such a short time, and now the mere proximity of Steve was enough to arouse him as a man.

But now Martin had more. Greedily he moved his tongue along the shaft of Paxton's penis, alternately licking it and sucking it. He felt Steve's body flex under the sudden caress, clearly responding to the sensation. Martin felt his heart leap with satisfaction.

Martin knew they didn't have much time, that they had to rush, so he couldn't let Paxton orgasm right now. There was no time he could bring his penis back to life if now the driver shot him in the face. And so Martin regretfully released the swollen manhood from his lips and stumbled to his feet.

Their lips said nothing, but their eyes met and told each other everything.

Steve's eyes, passionate and blurry, told Martin that the driver was in his power as Martin had once been in Paxton's. Dominated by a determined lover, he did not even think about resistance, agreeing to this obscene pleasure of communing with a man.

"Take me," Martin suddenly ordered, his eyes never leaving Paxton's face. The driver's face twitched in surprise. Did he expect the mechanic to demand something else from him? Martin climbed on his toes and whispered, "Take me as if tomorrow would never come."

He had barely finished the words and Steve was already digging into his mouth with such passionate force as if he wanted to crush them. Their tongues joined in a passionate, wet dance, taking away Martin's last clarity of thought. There was no more reason, only pure power flowing from the most primal instincts.

Martin pulled his coverall down to his knees and, breathing heavily, leaned his hands against the wall. He clung to her, knowing how passionate Steve could be. The mechanic closed his eyes, feeling the driver taking his briefs off him.

They didn't have time, they both knew it. Paxton hurriedly dove his face between Martin's buttocks and began to caress the entrance with his saliva wet tongue. Martin unconsciously groaned as he felt a hot, passionate caress. He groaned once more as Steve's finger slipped inside him. His sphincter squeezed involuntarily, but quickly relaxed again. Martin's body remembered the pleasure he had experienced, and looked forward to the mere promise of another dose.

Martin's soft moans spread through the locker room. He knew he had to be quiet, but he couldn't control them. They were coming out of him without his will.

"Watch out, I'm coming in," he heard the warning and felt Steve's hand on his lips. He widened his eyes in surprise, but as Paxton's cock made its way through its entrance, he knew it was a good idea to cover his mouth. If it hadn't been for Steve's hand gag, Martin would have just screamed.

"Should I stop?" Steve asked.

Martin shook his head nervously. This pain, when a large foreign object pressed into its interior, was a harbinger of almost insane pleasure. If they made love more often it would be easier for him. Why can't they make love more often?

They didn't have enough hydration so the beginning was rough. But as Steve's penis traveled a little further, Martin's insides grew hotter, more eager, and more moist. Like a hot, hard piston, Paxton pushed his body apart, turning the initial pain into indescribable delight. His movements were jerky and strong and Martin soon got his strongest orgasm yet while being penetrated. His body was shaken by such strong spasms he had never experienced before.

"Oh my God," he groaned, sliding to the ground and sliding off Steve's swollen member. The driver didn't have time to shoot inside, so a trickle of semen spilled from him into the reddened face of Martin, who was breathing hard. A sticky, thick liquid flooded his mouth, nose and eyes.

Martin was almost naked now, barely conscious from the orgasm he had experienced, and he was covered in cum.

"Shower," Steve announced and helped the boy to his feet.

Martin was slowly recovering. Although he was terribly tired, he smiled with satisfaction.

"How was it?" he asked Steve.

'Idiot' growled the driver. "Was this your revenge? You failed because it felt so damn good."

"I'm glad" Martin beamed and lowered his head. He felt extremely embarrassed.

"Are you happy? Of which?"

But Martin didn't answer. Steve didn't love him, so he wouldn't understand what it means to please a loved one. And the fact that he himself had a lot of fun doing it himself - that was a bonus.

Don felt quite a satisfaction. It seemed that his decision to stay in the country paid off more than he had expected. It is true that the Fergus Stable was not the peak of his dreams, because although it was at the forefront, it was never the leader, but it always gave him a good start. If he could only show on the track instead of rot as a backup third driver, Don could shine his talent and gain the attention of F1 talent scouts. Only one driver - Jack or Steve - had to be temporarily excluded from racing. And Don, it seemed, was unimaginably lucky in that regard. Not only was Lambert sustained a minor injury, Paxton was clearly not in the best mental condition.

In such a fierce competition, where the number of places is limited and many candidates for one place, it was not who was the best to fill the place. The third driver from the better stable was much better than the first driver from the poor stable, yet he had no chance to show himself on the track. In this case, some people's bad luck became the others' luck, because only if the first or second driver was out of the game will the third have a chance. Just as happened last season with Steve and his predecessor.

However, it seemed like Don wouldn't have to wait as long as Steve did as Steve himself showed today that he has lost his value as a driver. Someone who drives this way is not allowed to compete in races!

It may not have been fair, but this was the world, and anyone who wanted to belong to it had to take it into account. There was no place for wimps here. It was a world of fast cars and real men. If someone lost their willingness to risk in the name of victory, they became redundant. Ten drivers no worse than he was waiting for his place.

Alston was not interested in Paxton's private problems, because why would they interest him? They weren't friends and only became colleagues a few days ago. Why would Paxton deserve his interest? His problems are his own, Don has his, and if Steve's problems would help him solve his problems, Alston could only rejoice.

So he was glad, and he was very happy, so almost singing, he walked towards the locker room minutes after Steve. He was almost touching the doorknob when he heard the familiar but unexpected sound of groans of pleasure.

'Paxton is doing himself well,' Don mused, and continued smiling and carefully pressed the doorknob. He gently opened the door ...