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George has only just stepped off the podium, his race suit clinging to him with sweat and champagne when Toto grabs a hold of him, not gently he places a hand on each shoulder and yanks him forward. “You stink, every alpha in the vicinity will smell what a slut you are.” George can’t look at him, he stares at his racing boots instead, of course he smells like an omega, his blockers always wear off during the race. “Look at me.” Toto roughly grabs him by the chin and forces eye contact.
“Kimi got his first win today; he wants you to celebrate.” He knew this was coming, he’s not surprised, that being said he doesn’t really want to, Kimi isn’t gentle he’s inexperienced sex with him always leaves him feeling sore and uncomfortable. “It’s my right to refuse when the car has a mechanical issue, it’s in my contract.” Toto’s hand moves from George’s chin to his hair. “If you read your contract then you would know that clause is for the race, not qualifying. So get in there and spread your legs, it’s what you’re born to do and if you don’t want to, I'm sure Verstappen would be interested in your seat.”
“Fine.” George breaks away from Toto and storms into the bedroom where Kimi is waiting for him. “What were you both shouting at?” Kimi asks, laying naked on the bed his hand wrapped around his huge cock, George can’t help but nervously glance at it. “Nothing.” George shrugs off his race suit, leaving him wearing his fireproofs. “We don’t have to if you’re not in the mood, it can’t be nice your younger teammate taking a win from you.” George ignores the dig and takes off his fireproofs, leaving him naked and vulnerable. He can smell his own scent, and it’s not pleasant.
Kimi jumps up off the bed and corners him, he feels like prey. He’s too tired, all he wants to do is get this over with, so he lets Kimi use his Alpha aggression and soon he finds himself on his back, wrists pinned to the bed. “Why did you even sign the contract if you don’t want to do it, like Toto said an omega must know his place.”
An omega must know his place has been engraved into his brain since he signed his Mercedes contract as a nineteen year old. There are two other omegas on the grid Charles and Lando, who were both horrified and disgusted when George asked if their team do the same to them, both are treated the same as their alpha teammates. Why can’t George have that.
Kimi flips George onto his stomach; he prefers this position he can hide his face and cry into the pillow if he needs to. “On your knees.” Kimi uses the Alpha voice, George obediently pushes himself up, ass high in the air. He hates himself.
“There isn’t much slick, George.” Kimi sounds disappointed, what does he expect? He’s not exactly arousing him by being mean, is he? George hears Kimi spit then two fingers push inside his entrance; it’s rough and uncomfortable, Kimi is fingering him like he’s stuffing a chicken. George’s body doesn’t seem to like the discomfort and starts to produce slick to help with the pain. “There you go, your body knows what it wants. An alpha.” George doesn’t respond; he pushes his face into the pillow to hide his sobs.
"Are you crying George?" Kimi lets his fingers slide out and gently strokes his hip bone. "No, i'm fine." George sniffs; he's not fooling anyone. “Are you embarrassed George? There’s no need to be.” George is on the verge of telling Kimi to fuck off, but a punishment from Toto would be much worse that this, so he lets Kimi continue.
Kimi rolls on a condom and rests his hand and George’s hip. “If you don’t want to do this, I can knot your mouth instead?” George shakes his head. “No, I want to.” Oral knotting is the most painful thing George has ever experienced; it only happened once after the disqualification in Spa. Toto had pinned the blame on him, and he was passed around the whole team as a punishment.
Kimi bumps the head of his cock against George's hole which is wet with slick but he doesn’t feel stretched enough, this is going to Hurt. Kimi is huge. George should force himself to relax but instead he tenses up and it hurts like hell when Kimi finally breaches him, he pushes the whole of himself inside with one swift thrust. George's knuckles turn white from the force he's gripping the bed sheets.
“Ow.” George gasps; he can't help it, his back arches. If he thought the fingers hurt, this is on a completely new level. “Stop complaining, you take Toto all the time and he’s a lot bigger than me.” Kimi roughly snaps up his hips. “You are just being a bitch because I won instead of you and you don’t like it.”
“It’s not like that, I'm happy for you kimi.” Kimi laughs and pulls George’s head up with his hair, like he’s seen Toto do countless times. “You’re never like this with Toto, you’re only like this with me, why is that? Kimi thrusts forward again, filling George with another painful thrust. “Because you’re hurting me.”
Kimi’s thrusts come to a stop. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’ll start with gentle thrusts. Kimi starts to move again, just a small roll of his hips. It takes George by surprise and he lets a weird high pitched noise out of his mouth. “Good boy, see it’s nice isn’t it.” Kimi must have thought the whine was a moan of pleasure, because he does it again. This time, he pulls back leaving George empty for a moment, and sweet relief overtakes him only for Kimi to thrust forward again. George manages to keep himself quiet this time; his lips are bleeding from how hard he's biting them.
Kimi starts to build a rhythm, it’s slow and it’s enough for George’s body to adjust to the size of Kimi’s cock, who like with his fingering has no experience and fucks George like they are in a cheap porno. “Have you fucked people, other than me?” Kimi stops, confused. “No, why?” George shrugs. “No reason.” No wonder he’s not experienced.
Kimi starts thrusting again, filling him to the brim. “Stay still George, it feels like you are running away from me.” Kimi pulls George back by the hips, fully impaling him on the massive intrusion. "You're big." George whines; George can almost hear the smirk on Kimi’s face. George’s own small cock, omega’s don’t really need them after all lays soft and abandoned against his thigh.
"You like being filled up by my big cock?" George cringes, it reminds him that he’s getting fucked by a teenager. He’s just ready for this to be over, so he can go back to his hotel and cry.
Kimi grips George's hips even tighter and picks up the pace, his pace is brutal and relentless, there’s no pleasure in this, not for George anyway. Kimi’s loud moans speak differently for him. Tears freely fall down George's face; he's so glad Kimi can't see them as he sets a hard and fast rhythm hitting George deep. His brain hurts, it hurts too much.
George forces himself to relax and breathe through the pain. It does start to feel better with every thrust, George's body stretches to accommodate, or George's brain shuts out the pain, he's not sure. His brain takes him to Alex, sweet Alex who is always gentle with him when he fucks George during his heat, or at least he used to until he started dating Carlos, a beta. That thought alone can’t keep the tears from freely falling from his eyes as Kimi thrusts back into him extra hard; his whole body shakes from the force of it. George can't stop the embarrassing little whines and moans falling from his lip from every forceful thrust inside of him as Kimi batters the sweet spot inside of him.
"You feel so good George, fuck. I’m so glad I got you for a teammate.” If only Lewis had stayed, even though Lewis is an Alpha, he always refused to take part in Toto’s sick game. Kimi picks up the pace and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room. George can feel the omega part of his brain taking over; he doesn’t want to hurt anymore, so he lets it. There is not a hint of pleasure in this, but George is glad Kimi feels good; they are celebrating his first win after all. Like Toto said, it’s his job to pleasure the alpha.
"I'm close George." Kimi holds him so tightly it hurts; his thrusts become more erratic, so deep that George can almost feel him inside of his stomach. He can feel the knot catching with every thrust, it keeps becoming more painful into the knot catches and he feels Kimi’s hot cum through the condom.
Kimi stays silent but he gently traces George’s skin with the tip of his finger. George’s mind comes back to him and he bursts into tears again. “I’m so sorry George.” They are still connected by Kimi’s knot but somehow his younger teammate manages to pull him into a hug. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I'm so sorry.” George allows himself to be hugged; it’s not Kimi’s fault he’s been brain washed by Toto. George keeps sobbing, Kimi holds him and strokes his back until the knot pops, and he pulls out.
George grabs his stuff and bolts to his driver's room where Aleix is waiting for him. “Oh George.” Aleix sits him down on the bed and wipes his tears. “You need to leave Mercedes.” George shakes his head; Aleix has been saying the same thing since his rookie season. “Can you meet me back at the hotel, I just want some time on my own.” Aleix nods, wiping away the second wave of tears. “Just call me if you need anything, I don’t care what it is, I'll kill Toto if you want me to.” George laughs and Aleix leaves.
George gets dressed and wears his cap low as he leaves; he’s uncomfortable, sore and the contents of his stomach decide to leave him, between the Mercedes and Red bull hospitality. “George are you ok?” Max is the last person he wants to see. “I’m fine.” Max crouches down beside him. “You’re not fine, you’re crying and you look like you have been for a while, you’re vomiting and I can smell the distress in your scent.” George doesn’t know why he does it, but he leans into Max. “Why do you care, you hate me.” George sobs; he can smell the upset in Max’s scent. “I don’t hate you, please let me help you.” George nods because he’s too tired to argue.
Max wraps an arm around George’s shoulder, and they hobble into Max’s car. Max doesn’t comment on George’s limp; he doesn’t ask any unwanted questions, he just helps George into the car and drives him back to Max’s hotel. When they get there Max sits him down on the bed.
“Did you know you’re bleeding?” Max asks while handing George a spare set of clothes. “I- uhm, it’s fine.” George rushes into the bathroom, sits on the toilet and wipes; he is bleeding. Great. How is he going to explain this to Max? He waits in the bathroom with wet toilet roll on his arse until the bleeding stops. Only then does he get dressed in Max’s clothes and leave the bathroom.
“Did you consent George?” George nods; he doesn’t want to go into the logistics of his contract, but yes, he consented. “Okay, I know what they do to you at Mercedes.” How? George starts to cry again. “Charles told me, he just said you’re some kind of free use omega or something, and you’re happy with that?”
George nods, then shakes his head. He sees Max’s fist clench and George doesn’t know why he does, but he tells Max everything... He might have made the biggest mistake of his life.