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Everyone knows Babe!
He is the King of the Hallows, the best racer in Thailand and the Alpha who has the most unique way of relaxing before a race anyone has ever heard of. Just as famous as Babe’s ‘relaxing’ is the racer’s hatred for the smell of his fellow Alpha’s. No one really knows why, or what sparks the transformation, but it is well known that Babe can go from pliant and obedient beneath whichever Alpha he has chosen to sleep with on a particular day, to wanting to tear the man’s throat out with his teeth in a millisecond. As such, the amount of Alpha’s willing to sleep with even someone as good looking and famous as Babe, is finite, and no one ever gets invited back a second time to the racer’s bed. This is causing a small problem, particularly for the head of the X Hunter racing team Alan.
Although Alan has always tried to keep as far away from Babe’s sexual interests as he possibly can, which when the changing rooms have to be locked down for nearly an hour before every race, to prevent the teams principal racer from literally being caught with his pants around his ankles……….this isn’t very far! Couple this with the fact that the amount of Alpha’s in the racing circle that Babe either hasn’t slept with yet, or are actually willing to sleep with him, are beginning to dwindle, and Alan feels that he needs to step in. There simply needs to be another way for Babe to relax before a race that doesn’t involve all this stress for everyone else!
Mostly him!
After looking into various different stress reliving methods such as meditation, which he dismisses as Babe wouldn’t have the patience for it, and Yoga, which he dismisses as he can imagine Babe finding all those poses to sexual and returning to his old ways…………….Alan settles on massage. There are many sportsmen who use massage as a good way to not only warm up their muscles but calm their minds before a big event. This seems like something good for Babe to try………..the problem will be convincing him.
Babe, as expected, is resistant, and wants nothing to do with the new method. After two weeks of trying to talk some sense into his driver, and friend, without success…..Alan is at a loss. As a last attempt, he calls the masseuse he has been speaking to, and asks the man to come over to the track one day and speak to Babe himself. Hopefully by speaking to the man who would be working with him, and having him answer any questions……….Babe might be a little more open to the idea. Surprisingly the idea works, and after two meetings between Babe, Alan and Charlie, Babe agrees to his first massage session.
‘Good afternoon P’Babe’ Charlie says with a smile as he finishes setting up his mobile table in the small room set aside for him to use.
If this idea works, then he has been told that the X Hunter team will provide him with a larger room and permanent equipment to use, but for now he is just using what he has. The racer has just walked into the room and is standing at the doorway looking like he wants to bolt straight back out. Charlie is too professional to do what he really wants, which is laugh, at the look on the childish fear on Babe’s face. Babe is physically larger and stronger than Charlie, and not only that but he is a Special Alpha………Charlie isn’t really sure why Babe is stood there like a deer in the headlights as if he expects Charlie to do something nasty to him. Although Charlie would be lying to himself if the idea of getting his hands on the bare body of someone as well built as Babe, didn’t give him some ideas.
But he was a professional………he would behave!
When all Babe did was nod in response, Charlie smiled.
‘I am going to leave the room for a few moments. I need you to strip down to your underwear and get on the bed on your front. There is a towel there if you feel uncomfortable and want to cover yourself.’ Charlie explained, waiting for Babe’s nod before leaving.
Standing outside the room, he heard a shuffling around inside the room as he smiled to himself. Pit Babe the King of the Hallows and famous seducer of Alpha’s was looking at him like he was going to eat him! Which wouldn’t be a hard task he admitted to himself……….still it was a funny thought. After a few minutes Charlie knocked on the door and asked if Babe was ready for him to go back inside. The dull grunt he got as a response he took as a yes and opened the door to step inside. Babe was laid on the thin bed, face away from him, the towel draped across his hips and ass……..and yet Charlie felt himself almost audibly swallow just at the sight of those visibly toned muscles on the other Alpha……..and he hadn’t even touched him yet.
‘I am going to put on some soothing music to help you relax, tell me if it’s too much!’ Charlie spoke, taking pride in not allowing his voice to wobble, as he washed and dried his hands carefully.
Getting no response from Babe, Charlie got a bottle of oil he had bought specially for this particular customer, warm and soothing but with hardly any smell to overload Babe’s senses. Charlie was supposed to be calming the racer down, not burdening him with new sensations. Babe stiffened slightly as Charlie rested his warmed hands on his shoulders, working the oil and his fingers into the man’s muscles. Slowly Babe relaxed slightly, and Charlie’s touch became firmer, finding knots and working on them one by one. Having finished with the shoulders Charlie moved down the strong back slightly, working systematically and never letting his fingers do what they wanted and linger on the powerful muscles longer than required.
Ohhh the power this man had in his body……..and the force he could pin someone down with. Charlie though to himself, keeping it firmly inside his mind.
This wasn’t helped when he moved the towel down slightly, pausing as Babe tensed slightly again for a second, and then following the movement by pressing down on the firm muscle of the man’s lower back. Charlie was sure he heard a low moan emerge from where Babe’s face was away from him, but dutifully ignored it. It wasn’t unusual for someone to enjoy a massage in such a way, but hearing such a thing from Babe was seriously messing with Charlie’s insides. Forcing his eyes, and fingers, away from the tight ass still hidden under the single piece of clothing Babe still wore, Charlie pulled the towel back up with a slight sigh. Babe turned his head, looking at Charlie as if trying to see through him and into his soul. Damn, as if the man’s body didn’t arouse him enough……..babe had to go and look at him like THAT!
Excusing himself to go and get more oil on his hands, Charlie took a deep breath to centre himself. Part glad and part unhappy when he turned back around and found Babe had resumed his place facing away from him. Taking another small swallow to clear his throat, Charlie continued first massaging the racers arms and legs and then wiping the oil from his extremities. Before speaking gently.
‘I am going to lift the towel P’Babe, and I want you to roll onto your front, please.’
As Babe did so, Charlie was sure his brain had a momentary melt down. If Babe had looked powerful, strong and good looking from the back……..then he looked god damned hot from the front! Bare chest and rippling abs all begging for Charlie to touch, and it took him a few seconds to realise that that was exactly what he was supposed to be doing…………not standing there and gawking like an idiot!
Massaging Babe’s front was even harder for Charlie, in more ways than one! His fingers would run over the other man’s shoulders and chest, just itching to touch the sensitive nipples on display and hear another moan out of the beautiful mouth. Babe’s eyes remained fixed on his at all times, as his hands roamed lower, finding more knots which he dutifully worked out, before running his fingers over the man’s abdomen. And if Charlie was counting just how many muscle ridges he could feel under his fingers as he did his job……..well that was no ones business but his own! But how exactly did someone get an 8 pack anyway? Realising his touch had lingered probably too long to be professional, Charlie moved his hands to Babe’s neck and finished his massage there. Leaving the man to rest for a moment Charlie went to the small sink to wash his hands and then turned to speak to his customer. Only to get a massive shock as he saw Babe, sat upright, with the small towel pooled in his lap and doing nothing to hide the tight-fitting black briefs he was wearing.
‘I will let you get dressed and then come back in’ Charlie half stammered out, before heading for the door with much more speed than he had done the first time.
He was sure he heard a chuckle coming from inside the room, but was far too busy throwing his head back against the wall and taking deep, calming breaths to try and coax the sudden hard on in his own trousers to behave. Damn it, no wonder that man got so many offers of sex!
Hearing the mumbled ‘come in’ from inside. Charlie took a deep breath and entered once again, this time to see Babe fully dressed in his race suit. How! How on earth did the man look just as sexy in that as he did wearing nothing at all?
Charlie handed Babe a bottle of water with electrolytes and extras in it, which was normal for sportsmen and explained that it should be drunk before the race, and waited while Babe began drinking. After a moment Babe excused himself, stating he needed to go and check his car, before vanishing out the room. Finally allowing Charlie to take a deep breath and wonder what the hell had just happened.
Although Babe only came second in the race, he couldn’t help smiling. He had expected the whole massage idea to be a disaster, but there had been something about the young, small, Alpha that had called to him. The way the boy’s touches where firm and assertive but still nervous had made him want to smile. And it had been all Babe could do not to groan, as the images of Charlie fucking into him had raged through his mind like a tidal wave.
‘How did the massage go?’ Alan asked after the post-race briefing, looking a little anxious.
‘Better than I expected!’ Babe replied with a grin.
Alan relaxed a little at hearing that and Babe could barely hold himself back from laughing at the relief on the other man’s face.
‘So, you will try it again?’ Alan asked slowly, almost unbelievably.
‘If you can get the same guy, I don’t see why not!’ Babe said as blandly as he possibly could.
Alan just looked confused for a second, before almost blurting out.
‘You want Charlie again? But he’s an Alpha! I thought you hated the smell of Alphas’
Babe chuckled.
‘I hate the smell of Alpha’s when they are trying to make me submit to them………..which they can’t help doing during sex………but I’m not having sex with Charlie, so that’s not an issue is it?’
Alan looked even more relieved.
‘No, it’s not. I will call Charlie up and ask him to come again before the next race.’
Babe nodded and turned away, hiding the large, Cheshire cat grin on his face. It was true that he wasn’t having sex with Charlie, and he needed to suss out the Alpha a little more…………but if his instincts were right then it would only be a matter of time before he was!
Charlie had been given the call a month and a half ago by Alan that Babe was willing to continue with the massages before the race. He hadn’t been sure what to feel about the news. On one side, having his hands all over the perfect specimen of an Alpha that was PitBabe, was a wet dream come true…….on the other hand, it had taken him jerking himself off three times to finally calm down, after the man left after the first massage! Would he be able to cope with this on a regular basis? Coming to the conclusion that Babe only raced one a week, and only during racing season, so it’s not like he would being horny about the damn man every day, Charlie had decided to take the full time position as Babe’s official sports massager.
And now a large part of him was wishing he hadn’t!
He had seen Babe 5 times since then, and he was sure the other Alpha was trying to drive him mad by blue balls!
The second time (counting the trail test) he had come into the room he had found Babe laid face down on the, now slightly wider due to it being a permanent fixture, massage table, with the towel around his hips just as before. It had only been when he already had oil running from his fingers that he had glanced down to the side and noticed the man’s underwear proudly placed atop the mound of clothing. His brain had come to a full stop upon realising that under that woefully small towel, the tall and powerfully built Alpha was completely naked. That thought had only made his heart race even more when he had nudged the towel down slightly, in order knead the knots out of Babe’s lower back, and realised that if he just moved it fractionally more, he would see the cleft of the other man’s ass.
However keeping a firm control of himself, Charlie had moved the towel just as much as needed, as well as keeping his eyes firmly averted when Babe flipped himself over to allow Charlie to massage his front. Charlie had even managed to NOT look around and see what the towel was, or wasn’t covering at the end of the massage AND get himself out of the room before Babe could try anything else.
The third time Babe had come for his massage it didn’t seem any different to the second, except Babe was either falling asleep, or simply not caring to sensor himself anymore. The little moans which had slipped from the larger man’s throat were pornographic, and Charlie had done most of the session with a raging hard on inside his trousers which he did his best to hide. The fact that he was being aroused by such as specimen as Babe wasn’t what made him want to growl in fraustration…….it was the fact that he was seemingly incapable of controlling that arousal as soon as the man opened his mouth and made those god damned noises.
The fourth time Babe had come for his weekly massage, Charlie had been tense, worried about what stunt the other Alpha might try that time. Still, Babe had managed to surprise him. Charlie had waited outside the door, as he usually did, while Babe changed and slipped under the towel so they could begin. After a murmur from inside the room, which Charlie was quickly learning was Babe’s que for him to enter, Charlie had opened the door. Only to, quite literally, come face to face with Babe in all his glory. The damn Alpha had called him in while still climbing onto the table and positioning the towel, which meant that at the very moment Charlie entered, Babe was on all fours on the table, suggestively lowering himself down to his stomach as the towel obscured what had been visible seconds before.
Only then had Charlie realised that the stupid door was still open, and Babe was on full display to anyone who happened to walk past. His own Alpha possessiveness had kicked in, as he had closed and locked the door behind him, and forced himself to get a grip after the first time Babe winced under his hands. Charlie growled inwardly, he could injure someone, even someone as powerful as Babe, by using too much strength on a massage, he needed to control his emotions. He was Babe’s massage therapist, not the man’s boyfriend, so if Babe wanted to flaunt himself to everyone walking by then Charlie had no reason to feel possessive.
The fifth time had been even worse, with Babe not even waiting for Charlie to leave the room before he began undressing in what could only be described as a strip tease. As soon as Babe’s hands had reached his trousers though, despite having seen everything already due to the damn Alpha’s shameless behaviour, Charlie had turned towards the door with the excuse of getting his things ready. He had been sure that he had heard a dark chuckle behind him, and needed to take a deep breath before he injured the annoying man……….on purpose this time!
The last time Charlie had seen Babe for his weekly massage, he had been expecting something else mind shattering to happen. When nothing had transpired twenty minutes in, Charlie was frankly starting to feel a little nervous, and a little stupid. Of course Babe didn’t find him as arousing as he found the racer, the physical differences were astonishing. Babe had probably just been playing with him to see if he could get him to run, then the other Alpha wouldn’t need to come for his sessions again. That simple idea had come to a screaming halt though, when Charlie had moved the towel enough to do lower back as he had many times before.
Charlie had been moving his hands rhythmically around on the skin hiding the firm muscles, when Babe had reached behind and pulled the towel down slightly more, exposing the top of his bare ass. Charlie had sputtered, and his hands had frozen unsure what to make of the movement. But babe had simply asked that he massage a little lower. The feeling of his hands on Babe’s firm backside hadn’t exactly been as relaxing to Charlie as it had to Babe, and if his hands had ventured lower than they should have done…….well the handsome racer didn’t seem to be complaining!
Charlie couldn’t help but imagine how some like Babe would be in bed, the hidden power in the muscles he could feel under the perfect skin finally unleashed. Would Babe be as his tattoo teased……a full savage between the sheets? Charlie could only imagine, back in his own bedroom as he spent night after night with his hand around himself, thinking about the perfect form of the other Alpha, moaning beneath him….or maybe above him.
That is how they had ended up here. Today’s session had begun, with Babe’s normal surprise, which was very quickly not becoming surprising. Today it was that when he had been called into the room, Babe was laid on his front, hands under his head, waiting for them to begin……..but the towel was tossed into the corner of the room. Babe was laid on the massage bed, not only completely naked, but completely on display. Charlie had forced himself to focus, force his fingers not to tense up and his eyes to on point, as he worked his way from Babe’s shoulders, down his back and towards his ass. As Babe relaxed, his legs parted slightly on the bed, making Charlie scrunch his eyes closed at the sight.
God, he wanted to do so much more with the man in front of him that just soothe his tense muscles…….but he would remain professional, no matter how tempting it was to do otherwise.
Then Babe let out one of the dirtiest moans he had done to date.
And Charlie’s mind went white for a good few seconds.
Pulling himself back, he found Babe had taken hold of one of his oiled hands, and was rubbing one of his fingers between the cleft of his cheeks. Charlie felt frozen, aroused, watching what was happening. He could feel his finger slipping against the tightness, but seemed unable to control his own extremities.
‘I’ve never had to put so much effort into getting someone to touch me before……..you had better be worth it Alpha!’ Babe half groaned, half moaned, the words sliding out his mouth in what could only be described as a seductive tone.
If Charlie’s mind had gone white before, now it was blinding in the technicolour that danced behind his eyes. For someone like Babe to call HIM Alpha! It was almost unbelievable.
Charlie hadn’t realised his finger had begun moving on its own, that Babe had dropped his hand back to the bed, until he felt the warmth envelop the digit. Looking down Charlie nearly gasped at seeing his finger disappearing nearly to the base inside the racer. Babe, just seemed to be enjoying himself, moving his hips to try and get more friction and hiding his increasing moans in his arms. A second finger joined the first, then a third, Charlie luxuriating in the tight warmth and the pornographic noises of the much larger man on the bed. Babe lifting himself up just enough, so his ass was off the bed, giving both Charlie more room to manoeuvre and himself more room to shift.
Charlie noticed the moment he hit that sensitive spot inside the other man, the moment he began pushing himself back onto his fingers with each movement. Charlie was hardly doing anything and yet he could feel himself panting, just from the sight of what was happening. After what could have been a few moments, a few hours, a few days…….Charlie had lost all sense of time by this point. Babe turned himself over, his hard cock freely on display as he wrapped his hand around it. Charlie wanted to remove his fingers, but Babe clenched down making it all but impossible, as he shamelessly jerked himself off in front of Charlies gaze.
Charlie had never used his warm water and towels for quite the type of cleaning up before, but he guessed there was a first time for everything. It had taken Charlie more time than normal to get himself off in the privacy of his apartment that evening, the image of Babe’s unmarked skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and the sinful loud pants coming from his throat, invading his mind every time he closed his eyes.
Alan noticed in the few months following the change of relaxation method Babe seemed to be winning more often. Not that Babe had been losing when he had been screwing half the Alpha’s in Bangkok just before a race, but Alan did expect a slump in his best drivers results when such a thing stopped. While the new method became established, Alan had expected Babe’s senses to still be a little overwhelming as he drove, leading to a few mistakes on his part. He had even mentally prepared himself to have to deal with Babe’s temper as the perfectionist racer made silly mistakes and almost lost his shit over them. Alan had been ready to have to convince Babe that such things would be normal when making such drastic changes to his lifestyle and that he would get back to his old winning ways soon enough if he just persevered…………..but none of that had happened.
Babe was obviously a natural at relaxing using massage.
Charlie was now the second most important employee he had next to Babe himself!
Alan couldn’t have been prouder of thinking up a way to solve the complication of Babe relaxing before it became an actual problem that might have big ramifications for X Hunter.
At least now Babe had a safe way to relax, that wouldn’t impact the team or bother anyone.
A perfect situation for everyone involved……………even if he did say so himself!
Babe groaned, moving himself back as much as he could onto the four fingers inside him. Charlie could tell the man was close, as his hand was wrapped around himself, pumping to the same rhythm Charlie was using inside him. Babe’s chest was already littered with bite marks, and his nipples perked almost painfully where Charlies oiled fingers still played with one after the other, tugging and twisting. A towel was folded up and placed under the racer’s lower back, giving Charlie the perfect angle to press the other man’s prostate with every thrust of his fingers. Babe’s head lay back on the bed, his chest rising and falling fast, and his face contorted with the pleasure he was currently feeling.
They had been doing this for the past month now. Every time Babe came to Charlie for his ‘sessions’ he would immediately strip naked and climb on the bed. Charlie would then oil up his fingers and begin the ‘private’ massage Babe enjoyed so much. The only penetration was with Charlies fingers and any touching of Babe’s cock was done by Babe himself………..often jerking himself off as Charlie played with him internally. Babe loved to keep some semblance of control while at the same time be completely at the mercy of Charlie’s whim.
Babe relaxed so much having his body played with like this………and Charlie would be lying to himself if he even thought he wasn’t enjoying it as much. Something about a man as strong and powerful as Babe, falling to pieces under his touch was just heady for Charlie……..almost like a dream.
But Charlie was still keeping his professionalism…….
He was employed to make Babe relax and the only reason he was doing any of this was because it clearly made Babe relax better than any massage could!
He wasn’t finger fucking the King of the Hallows, as he lay naked on his massage bed, no, he was simply massaging him from the inside!
He wasn’t getting off from any of this at home……no, Babe’s body and moans had nothing to do with why he was spending more time a night jerking himself off!
Babe tilted his head to face Charlie, his eyes bright, as he licked his lips before letting out a loud groan of ‘Charlieeee’ as released all over his hand and chest. His ass clenching down on Charlie’s fingers even tighter than before.
He wasn’t………..
Charlie growled at himself internally, looking at the spectacle on the bed.
Ohh who was he kidding………
His professionalism could be damned.
………..He so fucking was!