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Ever since the conclusion of the 2021 season the relationship that Lewis once had with Max has completely vanished. What used to be a healthy friendship with some rivalry disintegrated into a bitter fued between both men.

Upon winning third this season, Lewis finds himself at the Prize Giving Ceremony. Now seeing Max up on stage accepting his 3rd Driver’s Championship, Lewis feels guilty. Max is truly talented and doesn’t deserve the treatment he has been giving him. He pulls a pen from his suit coat and scribbles a note on to a napkin.

Lewis wanders over to the Red Bull table. “Congratulations man” says Lewis as he plants his tattooed hands on Max’s shoulders from behind. He gently massages Max’s broad shoulders before slipping him the note. “A little congratulations gift for the champion” Lewis whispers into his ear before walking back to his table.

Max opens the folded napkin. A key card falls on his lap as he reads the note. It’s a hotel, room number, and a time. “What does it say?” Coos various voices from the table. “It’s just a small congratulatory note. He is sending a bottle of champagne to my room tonight.” The table applauds Lewis’ sportsmanship while Max is left to wonder what he has planned.

The anxiety of what Lewis has planned quickly fades as Max arrives to the after party. He is the center of attention and the open bar leads to heavy drinking. His bowtie is quickly loosened and his suit coat comes off early in the night.

After a few shots and a few too many vodka redbulls, Max calls it a night. He gets a cab and makes it to his hotel. The lobby is dead except for a teenager at the front desk who is more preoccupied with his phone than anything else. In the elevator ride up Max takes a look at himself in the reflection of the door. His white shirt is partially undone, in fact some buttons are missing.

By the time he has pieced together the events of the night, the elevator dings. He stubles into the hall and to his room. He searches his pockets and finds two room keys. Max swipes the first one. The red light flashes. He swipes the other and the door unlocks.

As he opens the door he is reminded that the other key is Lewis’. The bottle of champagne he promised is sitting on the table along with a card. Max takes the card and opens it. “Realized I should send a reminder. Room 3601. 1am. More instructions to follow.”

Max looks down at his watch. 1:17am. He should get going. He grabs the bottle of champagne and tries to read the label as he makes it back to the elevator. All he can tell is that the bottle is old and French.

Max clicks the button for floor 36, the top of the hotel. As the door opens he is greated by a small foyer and a single door. Room 3601. He presses the key card against the reader and walks in.

As he enters, Max is blown away by the view of London from Lewis’ room. The hallway has a single table with a note that matches the stationary found in his room. “I am at the very end of the hall to your left. I am in bed. I cannot hear, speak, or see. You have free reign over me. There are no hard ‘No’s’. Congratulations on your win. -Sir Lewis Hamilton”

Max sobers up very quickly. What did he just read? Part of him thinks this is a drunken dream. Maybe he did fall asleep in his room and is just imagining all of this. He pinches himself. No. It is very real. Made more real when he walks down the hall and opens the door.

Lewis is seated on his hands and knees on a bed facing the door. He has a leather blindfold and ear flaps along with a bright red ball gag. The blinds are closed, yet moonbeams still trickle into the room illuminating the fact that Lewis is still in his suit.

Fuck. Max is getting hard. He walks over to the bed and places the champagne on the bed next to Lewis. Max waves his hand in front of Lewis. No reaction. He clapps next to his ears. No reaction. Max takes Lewis hand and places it on his growing bludge. He is still too drunk to unbutton his shirt, so he opts to rip it off. Lewis’ hand rubs along his pants.

As Max unbuttons his pants, Lewis can feel him. The bulge is large and throbbing. He can feel Max move around him. Then, nothing. Max is gone.

He stands back from the bed and pulls his pants off. His cock springs out. He tugs on it briefly before spinning Lewis around. Too drunk to bother with his designer pants, Max digs his fingers into the seam of Lewis’ pants and ripping them apart.

Max’s eyes glaze over staring at Lewis’ perfect hole peeking out from his ripped pants. Max kneels down and burries his face in. His tongue circles around the ring of muscle. It relaxes quickly and he plunges his tongue deep into Lewis. Lewis is tight, but it is obvious he has experience with this sort of thing. Max can tell that the only thing he can feel is the sensation at his hole.

He looks over at the champagne and gets an idea. Max retreats and rips the suit off of Lewis’ torso, leaving only his tie. He grabs the bottle and pops the cork. Still no reaction from the sensory deprived man in front of him. Champagne flys from the bottle and all over the bed. He tips the bottle over near Lewis’ back and watches as the bubbly liquid flow down his spine and all over his tattooed back.

Max returns to his position at Lewis’ hole and starts moving up, tracing his backside with his tongue. He licks up the champagne and watches the Brit as he shivers. Max makes his way up to Lewis’ neck where he plants hickies.

Then another idea pops into his mind. Max leaves one last mark on Lewis before grabbing the champagne bottle. He takes a swig and then and then brings the neck of the bottle to Lewis’ hole. It slips in easily and Max starts working the bottle in and out of him.

Lewis gasps through his ball gag. He feels a new sensation fill him. Max is using the bottle to stretch him open wider than he has ever been. Then the sensation stops as Max leaves the bottle halfway inside of Lewis, who clenches tight to hold it in place.
Lewis feezes and his breathing increases as he feels the mattress around him move. Suddenly he senses the presence of Max standing in front of him. The younger man removes the ball gag and gives a simple command: “suck.”

Lewis obeys, taking the entirety of Max into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around his head and bobs up and down his length. Max grabs Lewis by his braids, kept together in a ponytail, and forces his cock deeper. Lewis chokes as the tip hits the back of his throat. His nose nuzzles into Max’s pubic hair. He begins to thrust, smacking his balls on Lewis’ chin, who can now make out the taste of precum dripping from Max’s cock.

Max pulls his dick from Lewis. He looks down and see his dick is glistening with saliva. He replaces the ball gag, hops off the bed, and returns to his previous position behind Lewis. Max removed the bottle, takes a swing, and replaces it with his wet cock.

As he inserts himself, Lewis lets out a series of muffled moans. Max grabs Lewis’ tie and tightens it. He then takes out the hair tie and it one motion, grabs the tie and hair. He pulls with force, bringing Lewis off his hands and into an upright positions. He begins to steadily and powerfully pound Lewis.

Max lifts an ear flap before gritting through his teeth “I bet you like this slut. Being used as an object by me.” Lewis wishes he could respond, but even if he didn’t have the ball gag in, Max is pulling on his tie with such force he probably couldn’t mutter a word, only broken moans. Not to mention his hair, which feels like it could be ripped out at any second.

Despite all of this, Lewis is in a state of euphoria. His eyes roll back in his head. Drool spills from his mouth and all over the ball gag. The only thing he can do is moan. Max brings his hand down on Lewis’ ass with such force that his cock starts to grow.

Then Max stops again and lets go if Lewis’ neck tie and hair. He takes this opportunity to catch a breath, but it’s not long before he is dragged off the bed by his tie.

Max grabs a key card before dragging Lewis past the door and into the elevator. He and Lewis are completely naked, except for their shoes, so Max slips the card inside. He then lines Lewis up on his cock while facing the elevator door. He presses a button. All Lewis knows is that he is at the mercy of Max's cock. Max continues to pound as the elevator falls. 

The elevator dings and the doors open. Max looks out on the lobby as he continuously drills into Lewis. He grabs his hair again, pulling him upward so his muscular back is pressed onto Max's chest. At that moment he rips off the blind fold. 

Lewis' eyes are briefly blinded due to the sudden exposure to the lobby lights. His breathing stops as Max slowly starts to walk them both out of the elevator, keeping his cock pressed deeply inside. They wander through the lobby, their shoes clicking on the marble floor. Eventually Max finds a large leather chair in the middle of the lobby, just out of sight of the teenager at the desk, who is still glued to his phone with his headphones on. 

Max pushed Lewis off of his dick and takes a seat. Lewis stares as Max pats his lap, the look on his face indicating that he is not joking. He looks around, worried that someone might wander in and spot the pair fucking, and hesitantly climbs on top. The leather creaks as Lewis continues to bounce on Max's wet cock. 

The younger man stares at the older one while biting his lip. And rightfully so. How often do you get to see Lewis Hamilton completely naked with a ball gag while riding dick in a hotel lobby with his hard cock dripping precum? Max can feel himself getting closer to cumming. He removes the gag and throws it across the lobby. 

Lewis is barely able to form a word before Max's mouth is pressed against his. Their tongues wrestle as Max begins to buck his hips into Lewis, causing the older man's cock to rub against the smooth, bare chest of his rival.

Their tongues meet, but it is impossible to kiss while Lewis is still bouncing. The result is both men’s faces being covered in the other’s saliva. The wet, smacking sound of Lewis's hole slamming onto Max's juicy thighs can be heard through the entire lobby. Despite the noise, Lewis still has no clue how loud they are being.

Suddenly Max's hands grab his hips. He can feel Max's dick throb inside him. Max lets out a moan as his body tenses and shoots load after load of hot cum into Lewis. Max is spent, but doesn't stop thrusting until every drop of cum has been shot deep inside. Lewis' moans fill the lobby as the warm fluid coats his insides. 

Lewis slowly stands up, cum slowly falling out of his swollen hole and back on to Max's cock. Lewis steps off the chair and checks the lobby again, not wanting to get caught. He looks back at Max who pulls the key card out of his shoe. He plays with his slippery cock with one hand while flicking the card between the fingers of the other. 

He smirks at Lewis and throws the card across the lobby floor. It lands in front of the desk where the only other person is. "Fetch" Max mouths as he continues to play with his cock. 

Lewis looks back at Max. Did he really just say fetch? Max raises an eyebrow at him, daring him to disobey. He is drunk enough that it seems like a good idea, but sober enough to know that this is risky. He drops to his knees and crawls to the front desk to avoid detection. Each movement sends a new wave of cum down his legs, a sight that makes Max’s dick sprout back up to full attention.

Lewis arrives at the key and begins to turn around. To his suprise Max is hovering over him, seemingly not caring if the pair gets caught. He lifts Lewis up and returns the blindfold. He leads them to the elevator but not before sliding two fingers inside of Lewis.

The ride up is fairly tame. Max continues to work his fingers inside of Lewis, whose cock could burst at any second. The elevator dings and Max opens the door while maintaining his grip inside of Lewis.

Max leads Lewis back into the bedroom they started in. He takes his fingers out of Lewis and removes the blindfold and ear flaps. 

The two make it back to the bed with Lewis on his back and Max standing at his feet. He reaches down and grabs the champagne. "I bet you want to cum so bad" teases Max as he stands on the bed. He then turns around and lowers his ass onto Lewis's face.

Lewis, still so desperate to cum, eagerly licks and probes the Dutchman.

Max takes a drink and then holds the bottle up. He points the neck at Lewis's cock and tilts it. “Fuck yeah baby that’s the spot” moans Max as he turns around to pour the remaining champagne down his ass and into Lewis’ mouth.

Max then lowers his mouth onto Lewis’ aching cock. As the older man continues to service his rival, he can feel the younger man start to rock back and forth. Lewis places his hands on the backside of Max.

It doesn’t take long before Lewis feels his own cock begin to swell. His muscles tense and his toes curl. He digs his fingers into Max, who takes it as a sign that Lewis is close to cumming. He pulls his head back and uses his hand to help. With one last thrust, Lewis’ balls contract and a thick ropes of cum fly onto Max’s face.

He gets up and stands over Lewis. He starts to move his hand up and down his shaft while the Brit holds his tongue out in anticipation. It doesn’t take long for Max’s second orgasm of the night. Thick pools of cum land onto Lewis’ chest and face. Max collapses next to him in bed.

Their bodies tangle as they continue to make out in bed. Max and Lewis lay together, exchanging the taste of each other, until both slowly drift asleep.

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The phone buzzes on Max's nightstand. He blinks his eyes as the Monaco light shines through his curtains. It's 10:32am and he's overslept again. He swings the covers open as he sluggishly moves out of bed. His legs move against a damp spot on his sheets. Fuck. Another wet dream about Lewis. Ever since that drunken sexual rampage he and Lewis embarked on after the prize ceremony Max has not stopped fantasizing about what he would do with Lewis if he were ever given the chance again. 

Max checks his phone. It's a text from the front desk of his condo alerting him to a package that is awaiting his signature in the lobby. He quickly throws on a pair of dirty pants from a few nights prior and the closet pair of shoes. 

He makes it to the lobby and finds the delivery man. He signs off and receives a small brown box. Max digs his fingers into the box when he reads the shipping label. "Express Delivery. To Max Verstappen. From Sir Lewis Hamilton." His heart begins to flutter. Did he forget something in London? Is it an incriminating piece of evidence that proves they fucked in the hotel lobby? If that is the case, Max wants to open this package in an area more private. 

He grabs a small knife from the kitchen and brings it with him to the living room couch. He slices open the box and it met with an envelope. Max picks it up and breaks the red "LH" wax seal. He reads:

"Mr. Verstappen, I would first like to thank you for the other night in London. I have been thinking about you ever since then and have prepared a proposal for you. Exactly one week from now, I will be at my Monaco apartment. The door will be unlocked starting at 9pm, awaiting your arrival. Once you enter, head down the hall and take a left. Find the door with the keypad and enter 4433. Like last time, I will be yours to use with no limits. To prepare, I have locked myself and given you the key. Consider this you congratulations for winning your second  WDC. -Obediently, Sir Lewis Hamilton."

Max's breathing intensifies as his eyes flick across the page. He sets down the letter and looks inside the box. There is a small square box that looks fit for an engagement ring sitting atop a feather pillow. Max picks up the smaller box and opens it. A silver key sits with the engraving "Property of MV". He seals the box shut and runs for his computer. 

He ferociously starts researching and exploring his most filthy desires. 

-- -- -- -- One Week Later -- -- -- --

Max sits at the door starting at his phone. He watches the time as it appears to be frozen at 8:59pm for what seems to be hours. The numbers change, he reaches out a hand and grabs the door knob. He is dressed in black sweats and a nondescript hoodie to obscure himself. He wanders down the hallway and kinds the door with the keypad. He punches in the code and the door automatically swings open. Before him sits Lewis on a bed. The walls around him are covered in chains, whips, and ropes. Shelves around the room are covered in dildos, plugs, and vibrators. Max sits there attempting to take in his surroundings, but he can't take his eyes off Lewis, especially his cock. The same dick that stood hard and powerful a few weeks ago is now sequestered to this tiny cage that only Max can unlock. 

"Well Sir Hamilton. Look at what we have here." Max paces over as he picks up the locked cock. "I bet you've thought about me a lot this week. Thinking about me fucking you in public like the slut you are. How good my fat cock feels against your walls. Not to mention how good my cum felt oozing out of you as you crawled across the hotel floor." He flicks the lock. "Seeing how much you enjoyed playing fetch, I think I’m going to keep you as a dog. Are you going to be a good boy for me?" Asks Max. "Yes” nods a wide-eyed Lewis. "Yes sir" corrects Max. "Yes sir." Lewis restates. 

“Open” commands Max. Lewis obeys. The younger man spits in the other’s mouth. Lewis closes, and is met with a hand squeezing his mouth open. “Stay.” Says Max. He smirks and turns around. He digs through his hoodie pockets and pulls out the key, a pair of black latex gloves, and a fresh bottle of lube. 

He strips off his hoodie and sweatpants. He is standing in a pair of stain covered underwear, which Lewis can only assume was once white. Then Max steps out of his shoes. An atrocious musk fills the room as the dirtiest socks Lewis has ever seen emerge. Max takes off the underwear and socks. "Since you took the week to prepare yourself for me, I thought I would do the same for my pet. I have worked out, slept in, and eaten in these all week. And not once have I washed them or myself." The dutchman approaches Lewis and stuffs the socks inside his open mouth. Then he pulls the underwear over his head, making sure his pig's nose is stuffed right where his crotch had resided all week. Lewis can only hold is breath for so long before he is forced to take a whiff. The smell is intoxicating, both disgusting and erotic, musky and yet sensual. His cock would be rock hard if it weren't trapped. 

"Let's get you off this bed." Commands Max as he guides Lewis on to the floor. "Yes sir" responds the submissive one. Lewis' vision is obscured by the underwear on his head, so he waits on his knees patiently as he hears Max position himself on the bed. "You may remove my clothes." says Max in a low voice. A muffled "Thank you sir" is uttered. When Lewis looks up he is greeted by Max's feet. "Worship them" Snaps Max. "Yes sir."

Lewis picks the left foot and takes a long lick from heel to ball, getting a good taste of the sweat and grime that has resided there all week. The foot is brought down on to Lewis' face. His nostrils are filled with the sweaty stench of Max's foot. He sticks out his tongue and is able to get another lick in, before the other foot is added. Now the older man is suffocated by a stinky pair of feet, and he is loving every minute of it. After about a minute or two, Max lifts his feet off of Lewis' face and grabs his chin. Max spits on Lewis' face again, "I want them spotless, like I just got them pedicured."

Lewis' hands shoot up, grabbing Max's foot with both hands. His mouth envelops the left one as his tongue does its job, and his right hand massages the top of his foot. Lewis' face is covered in saliva and spit is dripping off of Max's foot. He switches feet and repeats the process. Lewis can tell the dutchman is enjoying it as he palms his cock.

“Good boy” says Max as he admires Lewis’ work. “Thank you sir” smiles the sub as he holds out his tongue, panting like the dog he is.

“How do you feel like taking a walk?” Asks Max. “I would love to sir” says Lewis as he wiggles his ass like it’s a tail. “Now where would I find a collar? I’m assuming a filthy animal like you owns one or two.” Probes Max. His sub responds, “the second drawer to the left of the door.” Max stands up and walks over. He opens the drawer. There’s several collars inside with charms that have “Lewis” etched inside. He selects a black one with metal spikes. In the same drawer is a butt plug with a silicon dog tail.

The dom brings the collar to his sub. As he puts it on Max says, “next time I come back, all of these collar tags need to say ‘Property of Max’”. Lewis agrees. He flicks the lube open and slides the plug inside. The younger man grabs a chain, attaches it to the collar, and walks out the door. Lewis expects them to head left towards the balcony, but Max takes a right.

The two wander the home, Lewis walks ahead on his hands and knees, experiencing his house from a new perspective. Max leads him past a dining table and then a kitchen island. Then the duo reach a living room. “Is this your phone?” Asks Max as he picks it up. “Yes sir” his pup responds. The dutchman yanks the chain as he starts to move through the house again.

Lewis is led through a sliding glass door and onto the balcony. The Monaco night sky illuminates the balcony. It’s a friday night, so the casinos and bars are in full swing. If any of the patrons were to look up, they’d see Lewis on his hands and knees through the glass railing.

Max wraps the chain around some deck furniture. He tosses the phone to Lewis, “Call George, put it on speaker, and stay put.” The brit replies with “yes sir,” and dials his teammate. He picks up right away.

“ He y mate, what’s up?” says George.

Lewis doesn't know how to respond. His mind goes blank. He is unable to form words.

Max returns with lube, gloves, a red rope, and the key to Lewis’ cage. He snaps, at Lewis to get his attention, then points at the phone, ordering him to speak.

The submissive one stutters, "Hey. I just wanted to see how your break is going.”

George responds, "it's been great. We're all out drinking and having a good time. Where are you at? It sounds windy."

"Just a little chill y here in Monaco” the sub continue s, “ I -I-I’m”. He freezes as Max pulls out the plug and begins to tie the rope around his chest.

Within moments, Lewis is delicately wrapped in the red rope. He is hogtied with his wrists and ankles bound together behind him while on the ground. “Are you there Lewis?” Chirps George on the other end of the phone.

“Ye-yeah I’m still here.” groans Lewis. Max lifts Lewis onto the outdoor dining table. He then retrieves the phone and places near Lewis’ mouth. Max grabs the lube and dollops some on his index and middle fingers.

Max leans forward, whispers into his pup's ear, "keep talking until I tell you to stop.” Lewis rejoins his conversation as Max begins to work his fingers into Lewis’ hole.

"How's the weather in London?"

"It's actually pretty nice, but I'm hoping for some rain this week. We've got a couple more days off so hopefully it'll clear up soon.

Lewis moans. “Are you okay?” Asks George. “I’m fine reassures the pup.

Max pulls his fingers out and positions his cock. He slides in easily, since Lewis is well prepared, but his ass is still tight.

The Dutchman bottoms out and the sub's eyes roll to the back of his head. He refocuses on his conversation with George.

"Yeah, we've all been enjoying our break. I'm sure we'll miss it when it's over." He groans.

Max is four fingers in now. He adds a generous amount of lube as he slowly sneaks a fifth in. He spreads his fingers inside Lewis' ass and watches him squirm in the ropes.

"I'm ready to get back into the sim as soon as I- cccca—n. Lewis is speaking with an obvious quiver.

Max's fist is inside, so be begins his thrusts. With each movement of his hand, the pup’s cage is dragged along the table.

Lewis moans again.

"Lewis. Seriously, are you okay?" George sounds genuinely concerned.

"Yeah" huffs Lewis. Max begins to thrust faster. His cock is aching for a release. “Just a little lower back pain” he tells his teammate.

"Do you want me to go? We can catch up when we're back in the factory" George offers.

"NO! Don't worry, I'm fine. ”

Max is nearly up to his elbow inside of Lewis. The sub is shaking with pleasure and pain. He is drooling all over the table as his vision is blurring. He has lost control of his voice.

"Okay" sighs George, not fully believing his friend , “I think I’ll let you go for the night. Talk to you later mate.”

"Byy eeee " Lewis is cut off by a wave of ecstasy. Max retreats his arm. Then returns is with a powerful punch, watching as Lewis’ hole conforms to whatever is put inside.

"Good boy" Max praises.

"Th-thank you sir" Lewis stammers.

Max is pounding his fist in and out at a breakneck speed. With his free hand he palms his cock.

"Please sir, may I cum" Lewis begs.

"Not until I tell you to, bitch" growls Max. He slows down and starts to open his hand inside.

Lewis cries as his ass is being stretched open and the cage is rubbing against the table.

With his hand open, Max pushes further. His hand is engulfed . He clinches his fist and starts to vigorously thrust. Lewis’ moans grow, loud enough to start turning heads on the ground. Max pulls his fist out and admires the Lewis’ gaping hole. The pup is now completely gone, drool runs down his face and his moans are no longer coherent.

Without skipping a beat, Max takes his cock with his lubed glove and inserts it between Lewis’ arches. He ruts between the feet as he admires his pup’s swollen hole. He feels his orgasm approaching. He pulls his cock out and jerks it with his gloved hand. Max’s body trembles as he spills over Lewis’ soles. He watches as his seed flows down between the toes and drips to the ground. “Thank you for cumming on my feet sir.” Utters Lewis.

Max ignores him, and focuses on untying the rope. “Up” he commands. “Yes sir” follows his sub. Max leads Lewis to the balcony overlooking the casinos, his cum covered feet leaving wet puddles behind. Max retrieves the key for the cage.

With a simple turn, Lewis’ cock springs out and immediately becomes erect. “Thank you sir” whimpers the pup. Max takes his cock and rests it on the balcony edge, then his other hand creeps up behind and inserts two fingers.

The Dutchman thrusts his fingers in and out as he delivers his command to Lewis: “thrust.” His hips begin to move, the edge of the glass railing applying pressure to his cock. Tears starts to fall from his cheeks as he begins to moan. “Please sir let me cum. Let me cum please sir.” Lewis’ moans are heard loud and clear from the Casino-goers. Max looks down and sees the crowds of people chattering and pointing at the pair. “Look at that bitch. Now all of Monaco knows that Sir Lewis Hamilton is a dirty slut who gets fucked on his balcony” he snarls through his teeth in his thick accent.

"Cum, you f ilthy fucking animal” demands Max. His fingers dig deeper and his pace quickens. The pup is a blubbering mess of tears, snot, and spit. Max can hear Lewis' balls slapping against the balcony railing.

Then it happens. A loud scream echoes through the night, the pup's body shaking. His orgasm is more powerful than the last, a thick rope of cum sprays from his cock and shoots over the railing and onto the street below.

Max removes his hand , wipes the lube on the sub's ass, and leaves him bent over the railing. Lewis pants, his body exhausted from the intense orgasm . “Good boy.” He says, petting Lewis’ braids like a dog. “Thank you sir” says the brit brokenly as he tries to recapture his breath.

“Puppy has been a good boy today. Let’s get him cleaned up and ready for bed.” Says Max as he opens the sliding door. “Thank you sir” says the pup, as he drops to his hands and knees and walks inside.

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Max wanders through the living room and down the hallway. He enters a bedroom and heads straight for the bathroom. Lewis crawls up and lays his head on the edge of the bathtub. The dutchman reaches inside and starts the water. He checks the temperature.

Satisfied, he returns his focus to the sub.

Max removes his glove, throws it on the ground, and picks up Lewis. He sets the older man in the tub, and watches as the water fill around him. He grabs the soap and begins to lather his sub , still on his hands and knees. Lewis closes his eyes as his body relaxes. The bubbles flow down his back.

Then the water stops. Max's hands flow over his body, scrubbing the soap into every crevice and crack. "Stay" the young man commands. He leaves and comes back with Lewis' cock cage. "I want you to stay locked and collared until further notice. Is that understood?", "Yes sir" his pup responds. Max locks the cock cage and grabs a towel. He drains the tub and begins to dry-off Lewis. "Follow" barks Max. Lewis obeys, following him into his bedroom. His dom pats the bed and he hops up. Lewis gets tucked into bed, Max ensuring all of his needs are met. He then searches the room for a pen and paper before jotting down a note. He places the paper on the nightstand next to a glass of water. "Do not open this until the morning." he instructs, then he plants a kiss on Lewis' forehead "Goodnight my puppy." Lewis watches as Max walks out of the room before falling asleep.

The following morning, the sub awakes to an empty bed. He feels his cock ache in the cage, which only makes him think of the younger man. He turns his head and finds a note next to the water. He reaches over and reads:

"Submissive, I have decided that we will be celebrating my third WDC with dinner tonight at my place. You will arrive at 7pm. You will wear something nice. You will drink lots of water today. Lastly, by arriving to my house tonight, you submit all control of your body to me. -Max"

Lewis checks his watch and it's 8:14am. He has plenty of time. H e sips from the glass of water before heading to his closet to pick out an outfit.

Lewis knocks on the door. The door swings open. He is greeted by Max wearing only a pair of jeans and holding a chain. The dutchman analyzes his specimen. He is wearing a white sweater under a tan coat with matching pants. He flicks Lewis’ cock testing for the presence of his cage. Then he looks down his sweater to find the spiked collar. “Good boy. Enter.” His sub slowly steps in. As soon as he passes the doorway he starts to take off his sunglasses. Max closes the door and attaches the chain. “Keep them on.”

Max guides Lewis into the living room. “Hands and knees” commands Max. Lewis drops down in front of the couch. The younger man drops the chain and sits on the couch. He throws his feet up over Lewis. “Arch more” demands the dom. The older man sticks his back up, creating the perfect space for the other man to rest his feet.

“How about we watching something.” Max says as he picks up the TV remote. He flicks through channels before landing on one. “Perfect. Lewis, you might want to pay attention to this. I think you will enjoy.” Max says as he adjusts the volume.

Lewis looks up to the screen. It’s an empty hotel lobby. It looks familiar, but he can’t quite figure out where he recognizes it from.

The elevator doors slides open and Lewis sees his gagged self step out from the elevator while Max pounds him from the rear.

Max starts to unzip his jeans and pulls his dick out. Lewis watches as the pair makes it over to the leather chair. "This is my favorite part. Look at you ride my cock. How desperate you are to get out of public, but how much it turns you on."

He starts to jerk off to the scene. His strokes are long and slow. His hand glides up and down his shaft. He lets out a moan. He starts to play with his balls and then takes his other hand to pinch his nipples. Lewis stares at the TV as his past self dismounts Max then crawls over to grab the key card.

His cock is begging for a release, the metal of his cage presses hard against his flesh. Max's cock is fully erect and twitching. He lets out another moan. "Look how good I look with my dick hanging out and cum all over my chest. And look at you crawling on the floor as my cum falls out."

His pace increases as the TV switches to security footage from a different angle of the hotel lobby . "Oh fuck." moans the Dutchman. He takes his feet off Lewis, "Bring that mouth over here." The sub crawls over and places his head between the dominant one's legs.

Max presses his cock against Lewis' lips. The older man eagerly sucks and laps his tongue around the tip. The younger man grabs his chain, pulling him closer. He starts to force his cock deep inside so that his tip presses against Lewis’ throat and his balls slap his chin. He begins choke, coughing as his airway is filled thick dutch cock. Max pulls his cock out. He grabs it and jerks it, his tip just inches from Lewis' lips. "Oh fuck fuck fuck" mutters Max as he explodes over his pup. Streaks of cum are brushed over Lewis' sunglasses and face. Max tugs on his cock more, shooting a few more spurts of seed over his sub's designer clothes, staining them in the process.

Max tucks his wet cock into his jeans and zips them. “I’m going to finish preparing you for dinner. When I return I want your clothes folded on the couch and you back in your original position with nothing but your collar and cage.” commands Max as he stands up and heads for the kitchen.

Max heads for the kitchen and Lewis stands up. He takes off his clothes while watching the TV. There’s no more security footage of the hotel, now there cell phone video of Monaco from last night. People confused as they hear a man begging to cum and moaning from one of the luxury condo balconies.

His clothes are folded nicely and placed on the couch. He reassumes his position as Max’s leg rest, making sure he arches the perfect amount.

Max reenters the room. “Dinner”. Lewis crawls as Max leads the way to the dining room.

The room overlooks the harbor. The yacht and city lights glimmering through the night sky. The room is illuminated by the candles lining the long table in the middle. Two chairs sit on opposite ends. Max takes his place and Lewis follows his lead, sitting on the other side. Max takes a sip from the wine glass that is absent on Lewis’ side. Two silver cloches cover their food. “Dig in.” Says Max as he unveils a large steak from his hood. Lewis lifts his cloche. He has a steak as well, just not in the same way. It’s chopped up, sitting in a dog bowl that says “LEWIS” in bold letters on the side. Next to it is a water bowl.

Max picks up his knife and fork and slice into the slab of meat. Seeing that his steak is already bite-sized, Lewis looks for a fork, but Max hadn’t set one out for him. He picks up a piece of meat between his fingers. “Dogs don’t eat with their paws.” Max says sternly. “Yes sir” his sub complies, dropping for fork. “Be glad I’m not forcing you to eat on the floor.” Barks Max. “Thank you sir.” Replies the other man as he dips his head into the bowl.

They eat in silence, Max finishing his meal quickly , while Lewis struggles to eat and drink out of his bowls. “How about some dessert?” suggests Max. The pup nods as he tries to drink from the water bowl.

The dutchman returns with a tray. There’s a carton of vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, cherries, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles of every color imaginable. “Don’t worry puppy, I’ll make you a sundae.” Says Max. He grabs Lewis’ eating bowl and fishes out the last three pieces of steak. He holds them out in his palm as the other man eats the meat.

Max scoops a ball of ice cream into the bowl. He squeezed out a dollop of whipped cream, a drizzle of chocolate syrup, a few dashes of rainbow sprinkles, and finally a cherry on top. He places the bowl in front of his sub. He leans down a small amount of whipped cream sticking to his nose. Max pulls the bowl away. “I’m so sorry, puppies can’t eat ice cream.” Pouts Max. He then pushes the tray and candle out of the way. “Up here. On your back” snaps Max, “I want to have my ice cream now.”

Lewis does as told, lying flat on his back, his ass against the table . Max picks up a scoop of ice cream on his hand . He runs his finger over Lewis nipples, leaving a sticky white trail behind. Max then takes the cold substance and swirls it over the other man's nipples . Lewis shivers and arches his back up as the ice cream melts on his body, his chest and neck covered in the cold white liquid. Max then scoops a ball of ice cream onto his chiseled abs and watches as it melts. It leaves a trail that pools in his navel then travels down to the cock cage.

Max leans forward and licks up the sticky mess, making sure to suck on Lewis' nipples, leaving red marks behind. His tongue swirls and his hands press Lewis' hips down. He works his way down the sub's abs, lapping up the melting treat as he moans and the freezing sensation.

He then grabs the whipped cream and sprays it into the pups mouth. He puts a few sprinkles and then puts the cherry on top. “Don’t swallow” commands Max. Lewis nods his head. The younger man then takes the half empty container of ice cream holds it under the older mans balls. Max tilts the container, the icy contents spilling all over his balls, and running down to the cock cage. The older man lets out a muffled yelp , the freezing substance making him twitch. His cock aches inside its prison, the cold metal digging into his flesh.

Max then pushes Lewis’ hips up, pointing his ass in the air. He scoops the half-solid, half-liquid substance in his hand and presses it into the other man. He uses the carton to catch any that falls out.

While Lewis is preoccupied by the cold sensation in his ass, he fails to see Max reach for the candles. The dutchman takes one and tips it. A drop of hot wax falls, burning his inner thigh. His body jolts, the ice cream spilling out. He looks at Max as his eyes begin to water, but the whipped cream prevents him from making a sound. Max takes another candle and tips it. The hot wax drops right on Lewis' belly button. The pain and shock causing him to squirm and writhe. His ass moves around, trying to find the cold comfort it once had, but Max holds the other mans hips firm.

The younger man slides off his jeans. “Let me show you something pup.” Lewis, still in pain looks up as Max brings his foot on the table. He points to his inner thigh where a crude “LH” had been carved. “I gave it to myself last night. It doesn’t hurt much, plus look how well it has healed.” The pup stares, his eyes wide . Max reaches over and grabs his steak knife. “If you stay very still, I will unlock your cage.” Max smiles.

The sub tries to hold his composure as the other man cuts the flesh on the inside of his upper thigh . Max uses the knife to etch in “MV”. Lewis releases a muffled scream. Tears fall down his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut. He is thankful that his gag prevented him from biting his tongue.

The younger man inspects the wound , watching as blood falls out. He sticks his tongue out, coating his mouth with the flavor of iron. Then he takes another candle and drips it at the sight of the cuts. Lewis body goes stiff, the pain searing through his flesh.

Max fishes through his jean pockets on the floor and returns with the key. He unlocks Lewis. “You may now swallow. Go wash yourself. Do not even think about letting the cream in your ass go down the drain. Be back in 10 minutes.” Lewis thanks Max and rushes to the bathroom.

He closes the door and looks at himself in the mirror. Melted ice cream and wax pool around his body. He looks down at his cock and the indentations left from his cage. He then looks at his thigh, wincing as he touches the wax covering. He turns the shower on and steps in, ridding his body of the ice cream and wax.

After a quick rinse and dry-off, he walks back to the dining room. The table is cleared except for a wooden box placed at Lewis’ end. Max sits on the other side naked. “Have a seat” he motions. Lewis takes a seat and looks at the box. “Open it” says Max, noticing his puppy’s confused expression.

Lewis does so. A bone shaped dog tag collar sits atop a purple lingerie set complemented by a pair of heels. He lifts up the lace thong. “Purple, it’s your favorite.” Says Max. “Thank you sir” Lewis replies.

The two sit in silence until Max breaks it. “I was wondering if you would like to move in with me.” The silence falls again. A blank expression washes across Lewis’ face. "We can keep your address so it doesn't look like we've moved in together on paper. When the season starts we can go back to being professional friends, then we return here and you go back to being my submissive." The dutchman explains, trying to answer the brit's unspoken questions.  “Let’s go on a walk so you can think about it. I imagine you need to go to the restroom.” Says Max, not wanting the awkwardness to linger any longer. Lewis did need to go to the restroom. All the water from earlier in addition to his water bowl at dinner has started to apply pressure to his bladder.

“Why don’t you put everything on and I will go grab your leash.” Suggests Max. He leaves to grab the chain from the living room.

Lewis takes the tag in his hand. It reads “Lewis” on one side and “Property of MV” on the other. He clips it to his collar. He then takes the lingerie set from the box and slides it on. He runs his hands along the lace top, down to the thong, along his garters. He slips into the heels, and stands up, practicing his walking.

Max enters the room and the sight of his sub dressed up causes his cock to start growing. He hooks the chain to the collar.

Lewis is led into the hallway. Max turns to look at his pup, he’s getting hard in his thong. They get to the elevator and Max brings them to the lobby. The doors open and the loud sounds of the lobby. It reminds Lewis of the night in London, but more dangerous. Lewis crawls out the elevator. He looks to his right at the busy lobby filled with gamblers and business men chatting over drinks. He fills his cock grow at the thought of being seen by all the people. Max pulls his chain to the left.

The two make it to a side exit. The door opens do a dark and filthy alley. Max leads the way and Lewis crawls . The pair stops where the alley meets the sidewalk. Max unhooks the chain and wraps it around his fist. He points at a fire hydrant next to the street, “go”. Lewis crawls out from the shadowy alley and hikes his leg up. He looks over at the busy sidewalk as he begins to pee. With his cock still held by the thong, his piss sprays everywhere , soaking himself and his clothes. A group people walk by, pointing in shock and disgust. Lewis looks into the cars passing on the street as his piss seeps into his lingerie.

With his business done, Lewis crawls back into the alley and is met by Max, who clips on his chain quickly. “Good boy” he coos while petting his obedient puppy.

Max takes his dog to the elevator giving him all the positive affirmations he deserves. Lewis leads eagerly back to Max’s condo.

Max’s cock needs to be put inside Lewis. He shuts the door and drags the puppy into the nearest room - the kitchen. He bends Lewis over the counter, moving this thong strap out from his ass . He spits on Lewis hole and sticks his tongue inside. The younger man spreads his pup apart and sticks his tongue further. He swirls it, pressing his nose against the sub and opens him up. The now warm ice cream that has been sitting inside of Lewis hits his tongue.

Max removes his face and wipes the white substance from his chin. His cock, now hard, is dripping precum on the floor. He pushes Lewis on the counter and flips him on his back. Max climbs on top as well and lines up his cock. He looks his puppy the eyes, both filled with desire. He sticks the tip inside, then a few more inches, and soon his entire length is buried.

He starts to fuck Lewis, the sounds of moaning, skin slapping, and the counter shaking fill the room. Cream seeps out on the counter with every thrust. Max pulls down Lewis’ thong, releasing his cock. He rams his sub further, his cock sloshing the fluid inside of him. He then grabs ahold of Lewis, who grows to full attention. Max jerks his puppy off as his pace increases. His balls are smacking the counter, sending vibrations through their bodies.

Max leans down and kisses his sub. The kiss is long and deep, the dominant one tasting every inch of the submissive’ mouth. His body tenses up. Max can feel his cock grow and his balls tighten. He is close. He looks into Lewis eyes. His pupils are wide and his expression is dazed. He has his mouth opened slightly and his tongue hangs out.

The older man shoots a load, his cum coating his belly, and chest. His cock twitches as he releases another spurt of semen. Max feels the cum slide between their bodies. Lewis tightens around his cock and this sends him over the edge. Max cums as well, filling Lewis, who feels the warm seed inside him. Max rides his orgasm, thrusting until the last drop.

Then he keeps thrusting. Max feels a pressure in his bladder. His piss seeps out of him and into the older man. He pulls out, and watches the three fluids spill out of Lewis. Max climbs off the counter and grabs Lewis by the hair, "Bad puppy. You made a big mess being such a slut." Lewis looks at the younger man. Max has a stern expression on his face , "Clean it."

Lewis sits up and gets on his hands and knees. Kneeling in his own mess , he starts licking up the liquid mixture from the marble counter. The taste is sweet, salty, and sour. The mixture burns his throat, but he continues to swallow .

Max grins as he watches his sub clean his mess. He vanishes and reappears with a towel in his hand. He pets Lewis' braids. "You've been such a good boy today. I'll clean up the rest. You go get in the bath tub." Lewis thanks him and climbs off the counter, heading the direction of the bathroom.

Max joins him a few minutes later. He helps Lewis out of his heels and lingerie. Max runs the bath making sure that it is not too hot or too cold. He climbs in first and Lewis sits between his legs , lean ing his back against his dom.

Max grabs the soap and begins to lather Lewis' body. He scrubs him, making sure that he washes off his sub thoroughly . Lewis leans his head back, resting it against Max. He closes his eyes. Max rubs his hands down Lewis’ thigh, taking extra care to be gentle around the area where his initials are now engraved.

The pair stay in the tub until the water gets cold. Max helps Lewis out of the tub and starts to dry him off. He leaves for his bedroom, then returns with a matching set of silk pajamas for both of them.

They climb into bed. Max lays on his back and Lewis on his stomach, his head resting on the dutchman's chest. " Now that we’ve celebrated my championships, we need to figure out how to celebrate yours” says Max as he gently rubs his hand on the other’s back. “Help me move in and we’ll call it even.” Lewis lifts his head and smiles. “Sounds like a fair deal.” Says Max. He plants a kiss on Lewis’ forehead.

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It had been two weeks since Max was officially crowned as champion and two weeks since he had showered.

Lewis knew the second his husband was handed that trophy their alternating dom schedule would pause until further notice. What he didn’t know was that Max would make him sleep on the couch and refuse to change clothes.

Max had resorted to maximum effort to increase his stink. On top of refusing to change and shower, he kept working out several times a day and cranked the heat at night so he could sweat more as he slept under piles of blankets.

The house had begun to stink with Max’s musk, lingering just a little too long in a room. But Lewis didn’t mind. In fact it turned him on a little more than he’d like to admit.

Lewis was sound asleep when the lights turned on and the blankets being pulled off. He woke up to the sound of Max shouting.

“Get up!”

Lewis scrambles, flailing his arms as he stands, face to face with Max. He takes a moment to scan his dom, his naked body still as impressive as ever. Lewis could smell the putrid stench radiating from him.

“On the floor. Now.” Max orders his voice stern.

Lewis sinks to the floor, getting on his back. A wad of spit dangles out of Max’s mouth then lands splat between his brows. It slowly dribbles down his forehead and into his eye. Lewis winces at the slight sting.

Max stands above him, looking down on him with a cold stare. He steps over, straddling Lewis, and gives one last look down. “I would recommend taking a deep breath.” He laughs to himself.

Lewis looks at Max quizzically then inhales deeply. Max drops down and squats on his face, resting all of his weight there. Lewis gags and coughs, struggling to breathe. Max smiles, feeling his submissive struggle beneath. He sits back more, feeling Lewis hands on his thighs trying to push him up. He reaches down, grabbing Lewis hands and holding them back down.

The smell coming from Max was overpowering. The weeks of unwashed scent and sweat combining into a toxic mixture. Lewis struggled and fought as his body slowly began to get used to the lack of air. His vision blurred as Max laughed and taunted him.

As soon as he began to lose consciousness, Max moved off of his face, standing in front of him, looking down with a smug expression.

Lewis coughs and gasps, sucking in air. He tries to sit up but Max places his foot on his chest, shoving him back down.

“You’re not done, yet.” He smirks before spitting onto Lewis’ face again.

Lewis feels another drop of spit drip down onto his face, then another. Max laughs as he sees the confusion and anger in Lewis eyes. He leans forward, pressing the bottom of his foot against his submissive’s throat. Lewis begins to cough and struggle for air again. Max presses his foot harder, watching him turn red.

He leans back and takes his foot off of his throat. Max looks down, analyzing every inch of Lewis, down the initials carved in his inner thigh. His foot moves down, tracing the other man’s muscles, as he approaches his cock.

He lightly places the bottom of his foot right below the base of Lewis dick. His foot slowly slides up, stopping once he feels his balls, before moving back down. Max watches Lewis face, seeing the struggle to keep calm.

He moves his foot up, resting his toes right on his balls. He presses his foot down, slowly adding more and more weight. Lewis bites his lip, trying to hold back any noise.

Max continues, pressing harder and harder, until he hears a quiet groan. He smiles to himself, knowing how hard Lewis was trying to stay quiet.

Lewis was biting his lip, his jaw beginning to ache from the pressure. His breathing was ragged and unsteady, as he tries to stay composed.

Max takes his foot off, releasing the pressure. Lewis lets out a deep sigh, the pain subsiding.

Suddenly, Max kicks his foot, making contact with Lewis’ balls. He shouts out, his whole body tensing up, the pain radiating from his groin, sending shockwaves through him.

Lewis struggles, his body fighting to move away from the pain, but his mind is stuck. His eyes water as the pain intensifies, his throat aching, unable to speak.

“Thank me.” Max spits.

“Thank you, Sir.” Lewis cries, his hands covering his crotch now.

“For what?”

“Thank you for kicking me in the balls, Sir.”

Max chuckles and delivers another sharp kick. Lewis lets out a scream, writhing on the floor in agony.

“Get to the red room. Now.” Max barks. He starts to count. “15…14…”

Lewis struggles to stand up, but manages. He races down the hall to the room and frantically inputs the passcode as Max continues his count. “6…5…4…”

He finally gets in and shuts the door. The pain finally catches up to Lewis, his body aching and still struggling to catch a breath.

He mentally continues Max’s count, anticipating his entrance.

The door unlocks right on time. Max steps in, lust engulfing his eyes.

He ignores Lewis completely and darts straight for the spreader bar hanging on the wall. He also grabs a few lengths of red rope, tossing them over his shoulder.

“Hands behind your back.” Max orders, dropping the spreader to the ground and unraveling the rope in his hands.

Lewis obliges and turns around, his wrists meeting at the small of his back. He feels the cool rope sliding across his skin, followed by the tight pressure, binding his wrists together. Max ties the rope into a neat knot and pulls on it, checking the security.

“Kneel.”

Lewis kneels down, carefully balancing himself as Max takes more rope in his hands. He trails it over his thighs and calves, binding his legs in a permanent kneeling position.

Once satisfied, he grabs the spreader and moves to the rear. He attaches it to Lewis ankles, stretching them far apart.

Max inspects his work one last time, making sure Lewis can’t escape his binds. He then moves his attention to the various objects around the room.

He grabs a collar and a nose hook from a nearby drawer. Max clips the collar around his submissive and pulls it tightly against his throat, restricting his airflow. Lewis gags, but manages to take shallow breaths.

Max slips the hook into his nostrils and pulls back. Lewis grunts in pain as he feels his septum being pulled. He struggles against the collar, his nostrils flaring and eyes watering.

The next order of business is finding out what to do with Lewis’ cock. Max opens another drawer and grabs a penis vibrator. He takes the two silver orbs and attaches them to Lewis’ soft cock. The dom cranks the setting on the dial to a low hum.

Lewis’ cock instantly reacts, hardening under the sensation. He lets out a low moan, his body overwhelmed by the different sensations.

Meanwhile, Max has already picked out his next toy. He steps in front of Lewis, waving the long, thin, metal rod in front of his face.

Max takes his submissive’s hard cock in hand and gently presses the tip of the rod in. He moves slow, sliding the metal down, millimeter by millimeter, into his cock. Lewis writhes and screams in pain, the cool metal a sharp contrast to his body temperature.

Max smiles as he watches his submissive react. The metal finally bottoms out. He pulls the rod up and down, testing Lewis sensitivity.

Lewis feels like he has been electrocuted, his cock a raw nerve. His screams echo through the room, as the pain is nearly unbearable.

His cock throbs, the vibrations from the orbs making his dick pulse with pain. He can feel the tears dripping down his face, his nostrils stinging from the constant pull, his lungs aching, his arms bound, and his knees sore.

Max laughs and steps back, watching his submissive in agony. “You’re no where near done.” He snickers, standing up to find more devices to use.

He comes back with some nipple clamps and a ball gag in hand, two classics. Max clips them on, tugging at them to test their security. He then places the ball into Lewis mouth, stretching his jaw wide.

The dom steps back again, admiring the sight. His submissive a quivering mess, his body aching.

“I think we’re missing one more thing.” Max smiles, his teeth flashing like he’s about to take a bite out of his prey. He gently presses Lewis’ forehead, knocking him back and exposing his hole.

Max presses a finger against Lewis, being instantly accepted. “So fucking loose.” He purrs, proud of his achievement.

Lewis, on the other hand, is completely lost. The combination of the ball gag and the constant vibrations have sent him into another realm. His thoughts are jumbled, the pain is no longer recognizable, the world is spinning, his vision blurred, and his hearing muffled.

He feels something thick, and hot, pressed against his hole. His eyes roll back as he feels the fullness take over his entire body.

Max is shoving a ribbed vibrator inside, the tip generously coated in lube for easy access. He turns it on, the vibrations pulsate every few seconds.

Lewis shakes and whimpers, the new vibrations coursing through him, sending his body into a state of hyperstimulation.

His cock twitches, the rod sending another surge of pain through him. He screams against the gag, his jaw already sore and tired.

Max walks in front of him and bends down, grabbing his hair. “When I get back from my shower, there better not be a drop of cum on my floor. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Lewis responds, barely audible through his tears and gag.

The dom smirks and leaves the room.

Lewis lifts his head, looking at himself in the giant mirror in front of him. He is covered in his own sweat and spit, his body tied, stretched, and pierced.

He feels like a toy, a plaything for Max to use and abuse. But, he likes it.

His cock pulses, his entire body feels like it is on fire. Lewis knows he can cum any second, but doesn't want to disappoint Max.

He tries to focus on anything else, but that’s an impossible task. The ropes dig into his tattooed flesh, the spreader bar keeps him still, the collar constricts his throat, the hook stretches his nostrils, the gag tightens his jaw, the nipple clamps squeeze his sensitive nubs, the vibrator rumbles through his cock, the sounding rod makes him feel like he could cum at any moment, the other vibrator makes him jolt. It’s all too much.

The sound of running water echoes through the house. The shower, Lewis thinks. He has no idea how long it has been going or how long it has left, but he can only pray for Max to get back soon.

Tears stream down his face, combining with saliva that’s pooling at the edge of his lips. His vision is blurry and unfocused, his hearing muffled. Lewis can feel himself slowly drifting in and out of consciousness.

He has no idea how long he has been stuck there. Every time he would start to count the seconds he would drift off and loose count. The passing minutes feeling like hours. His body has grown tired and weak. His throat is raw and aching, his limbs sore and numb.

Finally, he hears the sound of water shutting off. He breathes a sigh of relief.

Lewis can feel the anticipation growing. His whole body is trembling with just the thought of Max entering the room.

The door creaks open and a freshly washed and clean Max stands in the doorway. His skin is still moist, his hair damp.

He smirks as he sees Lewis. The dom walks forward and squats down, grabbing his submissive by the chin. His thumb wipes away the tears on his cheeks.

Lewis stares back at Max, his eyes full of desperation.

Max slowly releases his chin and sits back. He gravitates toward Lewis’ cock, a bead of precum residing with the sounding rod.

Max gently tugs the rod, watching his submissive convulse and shiver. He moves it up and down at a steady pace.

The rod is removed, a string of precum hanging from it. Max holds it up to his face, showing Lewis, before putting it in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the rod, tasting Lewis, savoring his flavor.

He reaches for the dial on the vibrator and turns it off. Max replaces the sensation with his hand, gliding up and down the shaft.

Lewis whines, the sensation driving him insane. The touch feels foreign after the prolonged lack of stimulation.

Max looks down, watching his submissive struggle beneath his touch. He tugs on the chain between the nipple clamps, making Lewis cry out.

His hand speeds up, moving at an inhuman speed. He strokes the shaft with precision, his other hand still tugging on the chain.

Lewis cries out, his cock painfully hard, his nipples red and swollen, his entire body aching.

Suddenly, everything stops. Max stops stroking and removes his hands. He gets up, a smirk on his face.

Lewis lets out a series of desperate whines as more tears flow down his face.

Max laughs and brings his hand down, lazily stroking his own cock.

He watches his submissive squirm and cry, a smug look on his face. The dom spits into his palm and begins jerking himself off. Lewis watches, his mouth watering.

Max walks towards Lewis, his cock dangling in front of his face. He loosens the gag, letting it fall to the floor.

Lewis gasps for air, but the opportunity is taken away when Max shoves his cock down his throat.

The dom begins thrusting his hips, the tip of his dick hitting the back of his throat. Lewis gags, the feeling sending vibrations through Max.

Max picks up his pace, his hips thrusting violently, his dick reaching deeper down his submissive's throat.

The dom pulls the strap on the nose hook back, pulling more on Lewis’ nostrils as his throat gets abused by Max’s big cock.

“Just like that. Take my cock just like that.” Max grunts.

Lewis whimpers and moans, his entire body aching, his mind racing. The dom is getting close, his thrusts getting more sloppy and needy.

Max pulls out and grabs his dick, jerking it furiously. A few more strokes and he shoots his load onto Lewis face.

Thick ropes of cum coat his face, painting him. A few streaks even shoot into his nostrils.

The dom pants and smiles. He takes a finger and swipes the cum from Lewis face, sticking it into his mouth. He sucks the finger and cleans it, savoring the taste.

Max moves back down to Lewis’ front, eyeing his leaky cock. He grips the base, making Lewis gasp and buck his hips.

His fingers delicately trace the tattoos on his inner thighs, teasing and taunting his submissive.

The dom’s thumb runs Lewis’ slit, making him squirm.

Max leans in, his breath tickling Lewis skin. His tongue glides over his thigh, leaving a trail of spit. All while rubbing the tip of his cock.

He sucks on his submissive's inner thigh, marking his skin. His teeth graze his sensitive flesh, his tongue pressing into his tattoo.

Lewis whines and wriggles, the pain and pleasure sending his mind into overdrive.

Max sucks his flesh into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the mark, his teeth pinching the skin.

Once satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his handiwork. He blows cold air onto his skin, sending a chill through Lewis.

It’s just enough to make him cum. White streaks spurt from his cock, coating the back of Max’s hand.

The dom pulls his hand away, a mixture of semen and spit. He wipes it off onto Lewis face, adding to the cum already covering his face.

Lewis is gasping and struggling to breathe. The smell of cum, sweat, and tears is overwhelming.

Max walks around and unlocks the spreader bar. He undoes the knots on the rope, freeing Lewis arms. He slowly undoes the rest, gently bringing Lewis back to reality.

Lewis lays back against the floor. His breathing is heavy and labored. His muscles spasm, desperate to recover.

Max leans over him.

“You okay, baby?” He asks.

Lewis’ dom is gone, his husband is back. All he can manage is to nod.

Max cracks a smile, this time with good intentions. His face hovers over Lewis’. His tongue reaches out and begins to lap up the cum on his face.

He stores is on the pad of his tongue before kissing Lewis. Their mouths collide and the cum is swapped, the pair swallowing each other's loads.

They break apart, Max panting, a string of spit connecting their lips.

He kisses Lewis again, their tongues entangling.

When they part, Lewis is able to speak.

“Congratulations on number four, Max.”

“Thank you, baby. Pretty soon I’ll be tied with you.” He laughs.

“After all of that you better hope I don’t win another one. You’ll be wishing we never started this whole thing.” Lewis snidely remarks.

“I guess we’ll have to see how this thing plays out on track then.” Max gives his husband a final peck on the lips.