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Charles knew from the start that this was not a good idea. He kept repeating it in his head like a sacred mantra, but did he listen? Definitely not. When was the last time he followed his own advice?
The problem was that he wouldn't have followed that advice even if it came from anyone else. And believe him, countless people had tried to give him advice during his years in Formula 1.
This time, however, it was a complete bullshit. Charles didn't even dare to open up about his plan to anyone because he knew that everyone would immediately laugh at him. Pierre hundred percent. Oscar would surely frown and wonder why Charles wanted to do this. Only Lando might have supported him. No, not maybe, he definitely would have. He would enjoy watching Charles embarrass himself in front of the twins. He would record everything on his phone, watch the videos late at night when he was bored and send them to the group chat for years to come.
But neither of them knew how important this was to Charles. They hadn't grown up with the twins. Well, maybe Pierre did, but he still couldn't understand it. They don't know what Charles had been going through in his head over the years. They don't know what Charles had to endure when he suddenly went into heat and the only people his brain could think about were the twins.
No one knows what had led to him presenting himself at sixteen years old.
Even now, when he thinks about it, heat spreads across his cheeks and his heart skips a beat. He'd rather not even talk about how his panties were getting wet every time.
The faint scent of dark chocolate and the air before a storm. All it took was one breath in the presence of the two alphas and his body went crazy.
At first, he didn't know what was happening. His head felt a little foggy and his knees trembled. He stepped back slowly, trying to shake the feeling off. But he couldn't. He could feel his own heart beating fast. All the background noise faded, he vaguely remembered hearing Alex's laughter and George telling a story in the distance.
His vision sharpened. He took a shaky breath. Chocolate and a storm.
What is happening to me?
The slowed-down world around him turned back to normal. Charles shook his head to shake it all off. He felt warm, incredibly warm. The sun was hurting his eyes. Why is the sun so hot?
He ran his right hand through his hair and tugged at it a little, as if trying to anchor himself in reality. He placed his left hand on his chest and felt his heart beating. It was beating so fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
He licked his dry, cracked lips with his tongue but it was a mistake. As soon as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, his taste buds went crazy. It felt like dark chocolate was melting on his tongue. It was so intense. For a moment, he thought he had actually taken a piece of chocolate from someone and unconsciously put it in his mouth. But there was nothing there. Only the taste lingered.
He was so thirsty. He needed to get water. Fresh, clean water. Blue. Stormy blue.
His body was overheating. He could feel it. All over. He could feel his cheeks burning, he didn’t even have to touch them. He knew that his face was turning red. Something stabbed him in his stomach. His breathing quickened and his senses sharpened.
He was suddenly aware of how many people were standing around him. He realized how many of them had already presented themselves, and most importantly, how many of them were alphas. There were only two in the group he was standing with. The twins. Max and Franz.
Fortunately, Charles soon realized what was happening. He was presenting himself. Here, near the track, just a few hours before qualifying. And he had started just because the smell of the twins had reached his nose. Their scent had made him start presenting.
Oh God. Oh my God.
This shouldn’t have happened. This shouldn’t have happened at all. Charles whimpered, one hand clutching his stomach as another sharp pain shot through his body.
He must have whimpered a little louder because the conversation around him had suddenly stopped. For a moment, he felt several pairs of eyes on him.
But when he looked up and was about to tell the others that he was okay, only a strangled gasp came out.
Two pairs of stormy eyes were watching him. They were both determined to walk towards him, their hands outstretched to touch him and ask if he was okay. But before they could take a single step, they froze.
Charles grimaced in pain. He knew very well what they had just discovered. That he was presenting himself.
Before they could do anything else, Charles turned on his heel and walked quickly towards his team's garage. He had to get away as quickly as possible. Away from the journalists, away from his friends and most of all, away from them.
It's their fault. This all is their fault.
Ever since they were little, when they were still racing in karts together, there had been tension between them. They argued, race after race. Pushed each other when they had a quarrel outside the track and pushed each other off the track during the races.
The twins always had the upper hand. There were two of them and Charles was only one. But even so, he never let them just tease him. He never let them intimidate him. If they did something to him, he would repay them with twice as much damage.
More than once, all three of them were disqualified from races for unsportsmanlike behavior. Max would get angry, complain to the journalists. Franz would usually just look at him with a frown and then go after his brother. Probably to figure out how to get revenge on Charles next time.
And Charles would just grin mockingly. Keep his helmet under his arm and watch with a grin as the twins walked away from him.
Well, he pushed Max off the track into a puddle, not that much happened. Franz then ran into him on the last lap and they both crashed. Franz says it wasn't intentional, that his wheels just came off and he couldn't brake, but Charles knew it was a lie. The others knew it too.
From then on, the twins kept an eye on him. They kept eyeing him and tried to stay as far away from him as possible during the races. Of course, that couldn't be said about the time spent off the track. Wherever he went, the twins were on his heels. They didn't talk to him but whenever he turned around, they were there. They watched him silently.
They followed him like two bodyguards. As if he needed protection from someone, he could take care of himself and they both knew it very well.
Over time, Charles got used to it. Wherever he went, he could feel their presence behind him. It had certain advantages. Weird people didn't approach him and even the journalists were often shy about talking to him.
It lasted until the twins started to present themselves. Then they left him alone. They were alphas. The only ones who had presented themselves in Formula 3 so far. Charles knew that now he would have to be more careful around them. At least until he presented himself. When he became an alpha like them, he would be able to match them again. Not in terms of racing, there Charles knew he was better than them. He made that clear quite loudly.
He had no problem matching them in racing. But in terms of social status. But that would soon change.
Just imagine his surprise when he presented himself as an omega a year later.
Now all three of them were in Formula 1 and Charles had a plan.
The twins had grown up, becoming exemplary alphas. Sharp-cut faces, broad shoulders and muscular arms. Although what Charles noticed much more often were the prominent veins that ran the entire length of their forearms.
Both of them raced for Red Bull Racing and they were champions. It was rare for someone from another team to stand on the first podium step.
It annoyed Charles. But it annoyed him even more that he couldn't just come up to them after the podium celebrations and lick champagne straight from their necks. Along with their sweat.
He don't even know when his obsession with the twins started. Maybe right after he started presenting at sixteen just because he could smell their scent. Maybe only when he got into Formula 1 and finally saw with his own eyes how the twins had changed.
They no longer had baby faces, now they were two strong alphas who could bring him to his knees with a single word.
For a while he could tolerate their presence, even though it was truly agonizing. But once he started to salivate as soon as he heard their voices, he had to find something that would get him past his obsession. Something to keep him from drooling over their scent.
Charles started acting strange when he was around the twins. He would squirm and fidget. He tried to keep his scent under control so it wouldn't show that he was aroused. He would often subtle cover his nose so as not to have to inhale their incredibly pleasant scent. It wasn't very subtle, though, because Oscar started to notice it and frowned every time he caught Charles doing it.
Lando was even worse. His big eyes didn't miss anything, especially when it was something that could embarrass Charles. When the twins were around Charles, Lando stood nearby and watched with a small smirk as Charles struggled, forcing his body to be still and not give him away.
Pierre also didn't say anything, but Charles was hundred percent sure that he noticed his problem too.
It was about time he did something about it. And since staying away from the twins and trying to ignore their presence wasn't helping at all, Charles would have to do the exact opposite. Get as close to them as possible.
Get under their skin and make them snap. Make them bend him over the nearest table and fuck him. That's exactly what Charles wants, he stopped lying to himself a long time ago. He wants the big strong alphas to fuck the shit out of him. And maybe that will solve his little (big) problem.
He can only hope that his plan would really works.
He took it easy. He talked with them as usual. He didn't try to mask his scent anymore, maintaining longer eye contact and occasionally running his tongue over his lower lip. It was impossible not to notice how they stopped mid-sentence and watched Charles with narrowed eyes.
Charles, however, tried to act innocent. He pretended not to notice their predatory looks and continued to provoke them. Little by little.
Once he even tried to deep-throat a banana. Most of the drivers were sitting in the common room, quietly chatting. It was raining heavily outside and the race had been postponed for half an hour. Franz was nowhere to be found but Max was sitting on a chair, whispering something to Oscar.
Raindrops were still dripping from his wet hair, and the way he tried to dry them with a towel made them completely messy. Was it strange that Charles found him hot even more like this?
Charles's cunt pulsed. He clenched his fists and at that moment he realized that in his right hand he was still holding the banana that someone had offered him on the way here.
He just weighed it in his hand for a moment and a sly smile spread across his lips. He knew very well what he would do with the banana.
He sat down on the chair and moved so that he was behind Oscar and could see Max over his shoulder. He settled himself comfortably and spread his legs.
When he first put the tip of the banana to his mouth, his eyes sought out Max. The latter was still fully engaged in his conversation with Oscar but that didn't particularly bother Charles. He knew that sooner or later Max would look at him, he always did.
And Max didn't disappoint.
Before long, his eyes found Charles' over Oscar's shoulder. It didn't even take a second for his gaze to turn to Charles' lips and what was between them.
Charles smiled and stuffed another part of the banana into his mouth. Only when he felt it almost in his throat did he bite into it and begin to chew. His eyes never left Max's face the entire time. He watched Max's slightly wide eyes dart from his eyes to his mouth and back again. He saw how his Adam's apple move, how his hands clenched into fists.
He also noticed Oscar turning to him to see what Max was staring at so intently and why he was no longer paying attention to him. Max noticed this and quickly tried to remember what he and Oscar had been talking about earlier. He didn't want anyone else to look at Charles.
Charles just grinned triumphantly and calmly finished his snack. He no longer noticed Max still glancing at him from time to time. He knew that this little show would get him closer to his goal.
Another opportunity came soon, actually the same day. He didn't win the race, but he was on the podium, and that counts. With the way his entire season is going this year and the car he has to force almost every race weekend to even get to Q1, it's a damn success. He felt like a winner. Just the fact that he managed to keep pace with Franz for less than sixty laps was incredible.
Max was unlucky today during his second pit stop. Oscar undercut him and in the end he managed to finish on third place. But it was close, Max was in DRS and if there was just one more lap he would have passed Oscar. But that's racing, there are no ifs.
Later, after the podium celebrations, Charles waited for Franz. He just wanted to congratulate him once again for a perfect drive, nothing more.
"Congratulations on your victory," he smiled brightly at him and winked in his characteristic way. Many people mocked him for not being able to wink normally but Charles didn't care.
Franz looked at him and frowned slightly. It wasn't often that Charles spoke to him. Much more often he argued with Max while Franz just stood nearby and watched the whole thing without blinking an eye. Ever since they were children.
But Charles didn't let his lack of answers put him off. He stepped closer and put his hand on Franz's shoulder. This close up he could see the drops of champagne still running down his cheeks. He had an overwhelming urge to put his tongue to his sharp jaw and just lick them all off. But he controlled himself at the last moment.
"Great racing, even though you almost pushed me into the wall in turn four," he teased him. Franz narrowed his eyes and moved them to Charles's hand, which was still resting on his shoulder.
"I'll do it next time, if you want me to," Franz grinned, running his tongue over his lower lip. Charles watched his actions with interest. His mouth went dry. The grip on Franz's shoulder tightened a little.
Storm. There was no doubt that Franz's scent was lingering around his nose. It was so intoxicating. Especially now, when it mixed with drops of sweat and champagne. His cunt started to ooze slick.
Get yourself together, for God's sake.
Charles shook his head slightly to drive away all the lewd thoughts. There would be time for that later, he was on a mission now.
"I'd rather you pressed me against the wall outside the race," he whispered seductively, patting Franz's cheek lightly with his palm. Then he turned and left without another word. He left the alpha standing there with his hands full of trophies and a bottle of champagne, a stunned look on his face.
There were many more opportunities to provoke the two alphas, and Charles of course, didn't miss them. He touched them whenever he could. They were only fleeting touches - a pat on the shoulder, a handshake when congratulating, a hand placed on their loins when he was talking to them - but he still began to notice the way the twins looked at him. They were no longer wary or confused looks, no, it was something much more dangerous.
They began to follow him again. Wherever he went in the paddock, he knew that he had two alphas behind him. The others didn't miss it either. The journalists began to ask him why the twins were acting like his bodyguards, Charles always just laughed and replied that they were probably just having fun and passing the time. But he knew very well why they were doing it.
They were watching him. They hardly let any other alphas come near him. When Lando tried to talk to him after qualifying, Max growled so loudly that even Oscar, who was giving an interview to one of the journalists, turned to them.
They were watching him, waiting for the right opportunity to hunt him down.
And Charles couldn't wait for it to finally happen. He wanted to be hunted by them. It was a sacred tradition between an omega and an alpha. Omegas need to be hunted first.
Two weeks later, it finally happened. Charles won the Dutch Grand Prix, Max and Franz finished close behind him. They chased him the entire race, from the start to the final stint.
Every time he looked into his mirrors, one of them was there. It felt like a game. A victim that a killer first plays with and when he thinks he's finally safe, the killer attacks again, this time fatally.
The twins were silent in the cooldown room. Neither of them spoke. They just watched the screen, where the footage from the race was playing, and held a bottle of water in their hands.
On the stage, they literally almost drowned him in champagne. After the trophies were handed over, they both turned to him and poured the entire contents of the bottles all over his body. It was refreshing and exciting at the same time. They both gave him their full attention and Charles just smiled. Or at least until the moment when they needed to take a photo together.
Each of the twins stood at Charles' side, Max on the left, Franz on the right, and both put their arms around his waist. Their fingers dug into his hips.
"We got you, little omega," Max whispered in his ear, trying to smile for the camera. Charles trembled. But he tried to act normal so that no one else would suspect that something was going on between them.
“We hunted you down the whole race and now we finally have you,” Charles felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to free himself from their grip, but all he achieved was that both of them tightened their grip on his sides even more.
“Did it make you wet seeing us in your mirrors, chasing after you? I bet he’s so wet, ruining his pretty panties with his slick,” Franz chuckled mischievously. Charles couldn’t concentrate on anything. He kept hearing the words Franz had just said, again and again.
He groaned softly and rubbed his thighs together a little to release the tension that was starting to build between his legs.
“Little whore, you’re so desperate for us, everyone can see it,” Charles sobbed out loud this time. He barely had time to react, as if someone had knocked the breath out of him. He could only hope that none of the microphones around him had picked it up.
“You wouldn’t even mind if we fucked you right here on the podium. Everyone could see you being a little slut for us, taking our cocks so well, right baby?” Franz’s words made his cheeks flush. Of course he was absolutely right. Charles would be so good for them. Take their cocks like a champ. Do anything for them. And if they claimed him on this podium, he would just cry and beg for more.
Max’s hand moved discreetly to his ass and he squeezed hard. Charles let out a small cry, but he tried not to show it. After all, there were still cameras all around and several thousand people watching his every move.
“After we’re done with you, you’re gonna be full of our come, beggin’ us to let you rest.” And those were Max’s last words before the podium photo shoot was over. The twins walked away to thunderous applause and with satisfied smiles on their faces, Charles slowly following after them. His legs were like a jello and he felt uncomfortably hot.
As soon as the three of them disappeared from the sight of the relentless cameras and people, the twins turned to him.
“Come here, don’t be scared of us,” they waited for him until he reached them and each stood on one of his sides again.
“You wanted this, right? Trying to make us snap, trying so hard to make us lose control and fuck you. Why are you so shy now, baby? You weren’t like this when you made me watch you practically deep throat a banana.” Max grinned at him and watched Charles’ reaction with raised eyebrows. He could barely swallow the lump that had formed in his throat and tried to avoid their greedy looks. He felt embarrassed now that their attention was only on him.
“We will go to my drivers room and you can finally get what you wanted, schatje,” Franz smiled triumphantly and leaned in to Charles’ ear. His hot breath on Charles’ skin gave him goosebumps. “I can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy around my cock.” Charles felt as if his whole world had stopped.
He didn't even remember how they got to the Red Bull garage and Franz's drivers room. He had a blackout for the entire ten minutes. All he could smell was the smell of chocolate and the dangerous promise of a storm that was about to destroy him. He remembered Max and Franz sending the journalists away from them and not letting anyone touch Charles even slightly.
His mind cleared only when the door slammed behind them and Charles was completely surrounded by the storm-charged air. Even the chocolate had receded into the background.
He watched as Max and Franz put their trophies down on the table and turned to him. He couldn't control his body completely, couldn't form a single thought.
"Get on your knees, baby," without realizing it, he dropped to his knees with the speed of lightning. Max chuckled and moved closer to him.
“You’re so eager,” Charles just stared at him from under his eyelashes, waiting to see what Max had planned for him.
Franz leaned against the table and watched the whole situation curiously with his arms folded. A slight smile played on his lips.
“Are you gonna be a good whore and let us do whatever we want with you?” Charles found himself nodding his head eagerly in agreement.
“Yes, yes please, Max please,” he whimpered. Max’s eyes darkened. His hand shot to Charles’ jaw and squeezed it hard. “Open your mouth,” Charles did what he was told without even missing a beat. In the next second, Max’s saliva landed on his tongue. Charles’s whole body shook and he felt his pussy throbbing. He can’t wait to be full of their cocks.
He choked on a sob and swallowed it. To show Max what he had done, he stuck his tongue out of his mouth again.
“Fuck, he’s so submissive,” it was clear that he was talking to Franz, who was still leaning against the table and watching the whole situation with amusement.
Max’s other hand went down to his suit and began to unzip it while his other hand continued to gently hold his jaw. It was pleasant, grounding. His thumb ran over Charles' lower lip and occasionally slipped into his mouth. Charles didn’t wait and began to run his tongue over it and savor its taste and size. Fuck, even his fingers were long compared to Charles’.
Franz, meanwhile, moved behind Charles and began to slowly remove his suit. At that moment, Charles only focused on the fingers that were currently in his mouth. They were so long. It was driving him crazy. His cunt was throbbing and he wanted to touch himself. He wanted to run his fingers over it and relieve the dull pain a little, but he didn't.
"You're such a slut, oh my god," he finally opened his eyes with a slight gasp. He doesn't even remember when he closed them. He was now kneeling in front of Max, almost naked, wearing only his panties, which now attracted the attention of both alphas. Max was grinning at him, his suit hanging loosely around his hips, his other hand touching his cock and slowly pumping it up and down.
Charles started to drool even more. Carefully, still kneeling, he spread his legs and began to move his hips slightly back and forth. He searched for something to rub himself against. He whimpered pathetically as he did so.
“Look at him being so desperate,” Max chuckled, “give him something to rub onto while I have my fun with him.” Before Charles knew it, Franz’s foot was wedged between his legs. It was such a relief. Franz was now standing behind him, letting him rub his covered pussy against his boot. His palms settled on Charles’ jaw and holding his head up while Max took off his overalls.
He pushed both of his index fingers into his mouth, spreading it even wider. Charles moaned loudly. Max had also taken off his boxers and was currently slowly running his palm over his cock. Charles started to move even faster on Franz’s leg. The sight of Max's cock was so hot. It was so long and there was a vein running along its whole length.
"You want it in your mouth, schatje?" Charles just nodded eagerly. Max stopped teasing him and put the tip of his cock to his lips. Charles's tongue immediately shot out and began to lick it and gently suck it into his mouth. Max and Franz both grunted loudly.
"That's so good, baby," the fingers of one of Max's hands tangled in Charles' hair and pulled it slightly. Charles gradually took Max's entire length into his mouth. He caressed the protruding vein with his tongue and enjoyed Max's moaning above him. He always returned to the tip and played with it with his tongue, rubbing it against his lips and sucking it gently. Sometimes he touched the tip of his nose to Max's lower abdomen, stayed there for a while and when he was slowly running out of breath, he would come back up again and tease Max with his tongue.
During all that time, he also kept rubbing his drenched cunt against Franz's leg. He was so wet and incredibly close to climax. If he didn't stop, he would come soon. God, he would come just from rubbing against Franz's leg and having Max's cock in his mouth.
He wanted to point it out, he wanted to, so badly, but all he could do was sob and whimper.
Franz's leg suddenly moved, changing position just a little, but that was all Charles needed. He pressed his thighs together and moaned loudly, at least as loudly as he could with his cock almost in his throat. His whole body shook and he had to rest his palms on Max's thighs to keep from losing his balance.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Max gripped his hair in his fist and slammed his cock into his mouth.
“Fuck, he just came,” he said breathlessly, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.
Franz chuckled and stroked Charles’ hair. He was still recovering from his orgasm. “Good boy, making yourself come on my leg,” he praised him and Charles felt his cheeks flush.
Max pulled his cock out of his mouth and they both helped him to his feet. They had to support him, though, because Charles’ legs were still shaking. His panties were completely soaked and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Franz stroked his cheek and wiped away a few tears. His palm was pleasantly warm and Charles snuggled up to it. The twins helped him get to the small bed in the corner of the room. They laid him on it and Franz immediately wedged himself between his legs. He placed both palms on Charles’ thighs and spread them apart.
His gaze slid to Charles’s drenched panties. He pushed them away with one finger and a glimpse of Charles’s pussy appeared, completely bare, without a single hair. And so fucking wet. It was dripping out of him. He ran his index finger over it and then pushed it in, the whole finger.
They both groaned. Charles arched his back and threw his head back. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, your cunt is dripping,” Franz remarked, moving his finger in and out slightly. As if in hypnosis, he watched his finger disappear into Charles' pussy. It was so tight and sensitive, he responded to every touch as if he were still a virgin.
"Only for you," Charles breathed out breathlessly. "Only for my alphas." The confession broke something in Franz. Charles was theirs, only theirs. No other alpha would ever touch him again.
Without thinking, he lowered his head and ran the flat of his tongue over Charles' pussy. An incredibly sweet taste spread across his tongue. He groaned and had to hold his cock at the base with one hand to keep from coming just from the taste of him.
Meanwhile, Max leaned over Charles' chest and played with his nipples. He nibbled them lightly and ran his tongue over them. One of Charles' hands was tangled in his hair, tugging at it, while the other rested on Franz's head, pushing him towards his pussy, urging him not to stop licking his cunt.
And Franz obeyed. What wouldn't he do for his omega? He pushed in another finger while running his tongue up and down, sucking his little clitoris into his mouth and gently pressing it between his teeth. Charles was in heaven. His eyes rolled back, his back arched, wishing this moment would never end.
He didn't even care if anyone was looking for him. Someone definitely was. Right now, he should be answering the reporters' intrusive questions. Instead, he was lying here on the bed, letting his two favorite alphas take care of him.
He came again faster than he would have liked. He tightened himself completely around Franz's fingers and wrapped his thighs around his head. But Max and Franz didn't stop. They still had their mouths pressed against some part of his body and were slowly torturing him. He sobbed and moaned.
"Please, s-stop," he stammered, trying to push both alphas away from him, "I can't- it's too much, please Franz-" the named alpha finally took pity on him. He pushed his fingers in one last time, and when he then took them out of Charles' pussy, they were glistening with his slick. He put them both in his mouth and moaned happily at their taste.
Max also stopped. When he finally finished attacking Charles' chest and moved away from him a little, he was smiling contentedly. The poor omega's entire chest was covered in small bites and hickeys.
Franz just shook his head in amusement at his brother's behavior. Max had always been the more possessive of them. And when it came to Charles, it was a hundred times worse. Both of them had clung to him since they were little. They liked how Charles didn't let them intimidate them and returned everything to them in even larger doses. They were obsessed with him, at one point they followed him like lost puppies follow their mom. Everyone looked at them strangely.
They only stopped when they both presented as alphas. They had an even greater urge to take care of Charles and protect him but their mother forbade them. She told them that Charles needed his personal space and didn't want to have two scary alphas always behind his back. So they stopped, but they still kept an eye on him from a distance.
"I wanna go first, can I go first, Charlie?" Franz didn't even argue with him. He let his brother take his place between Charles' legs and moved to his head. His tongue still had Charles' taste on it and the way Charles was watching him could have made him come right now.
His eyelids were half-closed and his mouth wide open. He was so fucked out already. He was breathing hard and trying to recover from his second orgasm. Franz wasn't sure if Charles even knew what was going on around him and what was yet to come.
"Be careful with him," Franz warned. Max, however, was already bending over Charles' pussy and tasting it with his tongue. They both moaned. Charles arched his back and found Franz with his hands to hold onto him. More tears rolled down his cheeks.
"You taste so sweet, schatje, making me go mad over you," Max pumped his palm on his cock a few times and placed the tip against Charles' entrance. “I’m gonna fuck a baby inside you,” then he didn’t wait for an answer and started to slowly push into him. Charles sobbed. Franz leaned over and pressed his lips to Charles’ for the first time.
The little omega moaned right into his mouth. While Max started to slowly thrust into him, Franz’s hand wrapped around Charles’ neck and squeezed it a little. His breath hitched and his mouth opened even wider. Franz immediately took advantage of this and drove his tongue into Charles’ mouth.
“Look at you, you little slut,” Max’s open palm landed on Charles’ thigh, leaving him with nothing left to do but sob. “Having two alphas taking care of your tight cunt.”
“Say ‘thank you’,” Franz moved away from him and waited for Charles to say exactly what he was told. Charles only tried to catch his breath for a moment while Max thrust into him violently.
"Thank y-you, Max," he finally managed, then turned his face to Franz and stammered, tears in his eyes, "Th-thank you, Franz."
Max was in heaven. Charles' pussy was completely tight around him and every movement brought him closer to climax. He braced Charles' legs on his shoulders so he could thrust deeper into him. Charles writhed under him, as if trying to escape all the pleasure. But Max didn't let him, he held his hips tightly and imagined that tomorrow he would see his fingerprints on them in the form of small bruises.
Franz didn't leave Charles alone either. He put his head on his thigh and let him suck the tip of his cock into his mouth. It was obvious that Charles was enjoying it immensely because his pussy was constantly pulsing around him and beautiful-sounding moans were coming from his lips, even though his mouth was currently busy.
Just a few more thrusts were enough and Max's self-control was gone. Charles' thighs were shaking really hard and his moans were getting louder and louder. There was no doubt that the whole garage could hear them. At least everyone would know who Charles belonged to.
“Max, Max, please,” he sobbed, running his hand over his lower abdomen. “Please, cum in me, cum inside, I want it all inside me,” tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he looked even more beautiful like this. And what wouldn’t Max do for Charles?
Before he could even realize what was happening, his cock jerked a few times and he was coming inside Charles. Max turned his head to the side, and to muffle his loud moans, he bit into Charles’ calf.
He stayed like that for a moment longer and then slowly and carefully pulled his cock out of Charles. He watched his cum flow out of Charles for a long moment before switching places with Franz.
Charles was so sensitive.
“One more baby, then you can go to sleep,” Max gently stroked his hair and helped Franz turn Charles onto all four. Charles’ arms couldn’t support his weight, so after a while he fell headfirst into the pillows. Franz didn’t care, he spread his legs a little wider and pushed into Charles with one thrust.
The omega screamed and fumbled around the bed with his hands, searching everywhere for something to grab onto.
“Fuck,” Franz groaned, grabbing Charles’ hips tightly, “you’re so wet, baby. You’re so wet from his cum, I’m gonna fuck it back inside you.” And with those words, he began to thrust into Charles with brutal speed and precision.
Max was still sitting next to Charles' head, watching what was happening with a tired expression on his face. One of his hands found its way to Charles’ hair and lazily pulled at it.
“Gonna make you pregnant,” Franz said. “Make you all round with our pups. Everyone will know who got you pregnant, everyone will know that you’re a little whore for the Red Bull brothers.” The words just poured out of him as he thrust into Charles. He was slowly approaching his climax.
“Event he fans will know,” Franz chuckled mockingly and slapped Charles' ass with one hand. He screamed, but he couldn’t do anything more.
“Just wait until they see the baby’s eyes. They’re gonna be blue and everyone will know who fucked them into you.” Max joined in and placed his other hand on Charles’s swollen cunt. It was enough to touch it just a little and Charles collapsed. His orgasm shot through him like lightning.
Franz followed him immediately.
He held his breath for a while but his concern for Charles finally got the better of him. He carefully pulled his cock out of him and rolled him onto his back.
“Baby, you’re such a good boy,” he complimented him several times and started kissing his chest. He avoided his nipples because they were already quite swollen, and slowly made his way to Charles’ neck. Max did the same.
“You took it like a champ,” Max smiled sweetly at him and Charles returned it with one of his gentle smiles. It was clear that he was very tired.
“You can sleep now, schatje, we will take care of you,” Charles just mumbled something but he didn’t close his eyes. The whole time he watched the twins clean him and put him in their clean clothes. This way, at least he could be surrounded by their scent for a little longer. Even though he knew that after today, he wouldn’t get rid of their scent anytime soon.
“‘m so tired,” he heard both alphas laugh.
“Go to sleep then, baby, we will be there when you wake up,” someone stroked his hair but Charles wasn’t sure which one it was anymore. His eyelids closed despite his protests and he was pulled into dreams.