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Enea's face is plastered against the wall. Scratching it and leaving red marks on his cheek that will be difficult to explain. But he can't concentrate on that now. Not when he's pushed over and over against the wall while being forcefully penetrated.
There's too much force. There's anger and despair, however, none of that matters. Enea can only try to keep his moans between his closed teeth and try to hold the words that want to leave his lips. It should be a ‘stop' or a ‘no more', but in reality it's a “harder” and "more" that are stuck in his mouth waiting to be let out.
“Moan for me bitch,” Pecco, is the one who is penetrating Enea over and over again, demands with a commanding voice. The voice is harsh and full of frustration. And to prove a point, he also grabs a handful of Enea's curls, pushing his face out of the wall. The penetration doesn't stop, they keep going on and on.
Now Enea's back is curved, while his chest, which is still covered by the shirt, is the only thing making contact with the wall. The only real support he has. The legs are trembling from the pleasure and the force. And the arms, which are trying to hold him on the wall, but are also unable to slow the continuous impacts against the wall.
“I said moan for me bitch,” Pecco repeats. With each word, Pecco pushes his cock deeper and deeper, stalling his brutal pace just to make a point. He also makes sure to grab Enea's hair and force his head lower and backward, forcing the other rider into an unnatural position.
Enea has to bite his lips just to make sure no sound escapes his mouth. He won't give it to Pecco. Enea never complies and gives up the little control he has over this, and today won't be the first one. “Fuck you” is what he says instead. It took Enea a lot of force to say it, but he did.
Enea knows this will infuriate Pecco, and this is the reason behind his behaviour and actions. He also doesn't want to let Pecco win and get what he wants. That is the only reason he's in a position like this. And the reason it keeps happening over and over again.
As soon as those words left Enea's mouth, Pecco was already pushing the hair harder. A punishment for the insolence, but it didn't stop there. The thrust became harder and deeper in a punishing way. Pecco is not happy, and it's making sure Enea knows it.
Enea feels every thrust going deeper and deeper. He feels like crumbling and pleading. He's so close and he wants to cum. But he won't be able to do it with the cock ring still attached to his cock. Pecco won't let him cum. Not yet and not until Enea pleas, but as that's something Enea won't do. So, Enea won't cum today.
A long time ago, Enea would have taken the matter into his own hands and removed the cock ring all by himself. Now he knows better than to do that. He knows every one of his actions has a different consequence. And that even if it doesn't look like it, Pecco is keeping a close eye on him and what he's doing. Pecco is waiting for signs of rendition or for any little detail to punish Enea.
“Such a shame” whispers Pecco. Enea can hear the strain in his voice. Pecco is close to coming. “I was going to let you come if you were a good boy.” The penetrations had switched to short and feather-like. Such a change of pace that forces a whimper out of Enea's lips. He doesn't like this because it keeps edging him. He prefers the act to be brutal. For it to be quick and dirty.
“You can still change your mind and be the good boy I know you are” taunts Pecco. And to prove his point, one of his hands moves from the hip to the tip of the cock to tease it. Pecco touches the tip in a circular motion, making Enea tremble. He's so close and he wants it so desperately.
Enea bites the inside of his mouth, and he even tastes blood as he tries to keep the moans and the pleas still inside his mouth. Enea won't break. He won't give Pecco what he wants even if it costs him this. His pleasure, but also being humiliated.
Pecco studies Enea and his body. The way he's trembling and biting himself. And he recognises all the signs of an incoming orgasm that won't ever happen thanks to the cock ring still in place. And then, he grabs the shaft and squeezes it hard. It's the last opportunity for Enea to give up, and he didn't take it.
After that, Pecco returns to his diabolical pace. He's only searching for his orgasm and forgetting all about his partner's pleasure. More than forgetting, Pecco just doesn't care. He sees Enea as a tool and this as a way to take the frustration from their track and team's discussions without any consequences. And Enea knows it.
Enea just bites both sides of the inside of his mouth to keep his mouth shut and not beg. It's too much, and he's close, but he made up his mind. And so did Pecco and now there won't be any relief for Enea.
Enea also has to close his eyes to not let any tears out. His body feels completely overstimulated and right on the edge of being too much to stand through that torture. In any other situation and with any other partner, this would be perfect. Enea would cry his eyes out and beg for mercy and to be able to cum. But not with Pecco. Never with him.
With Pecco it feels an attack to see who would break first and none of them wants it. No one wants to let the other see their vulnerable side, so they keep playing this tantalising game. A game that started even before Enea set foot in Ducati. Even before Enea moved to MotoGP, and now that they're teammates, it's at its peak.
Pecco just curses as he speeds up his thrust. He pushes Enea's face back against the wall as he speeds the thrust and keeps pushing harder and harder. Pecco is getting closer and closer, and despite that, his focus is still there. Pecco has only one objective, and that is to keep hitting death on Enea's prostate and pushing him over the limit just to not let him cum.
Enea wants to beg, but he knows it's too late, so he bites his lips. He bites so hard that he gets the unpleasant coppery taste of blood in his mouth, and then he bites even harder. His body is being pushed towards the edge of too much, but he resists every temptation of giving in.
Pecco just curses as he keeps speeding and speeding. Going harder and harder. Until Enea feels something warmer dumped onto his inside. But it didn't stop there. It never does. Pecco kept going until all blood had left his erection and his cock had gone half flaccid. And only then is when Pecco stops because he can't push any longer.
When Pecco pushes out, he's not gentle. He's never, and he will never be. Enea falls to his knees, with his face still against the wall and panting hard. This is killing the mood and taking away the edge of cumming and the desperation of doing it.
Pecco on his part is already on his feet and with his cock inside his pants. Pecco doesn't waste time on aftercare or helping Enea. There's no time for that, there's never time for that. Pecco looks so composed, as nothing has happened there and it's infuriating.
When Enea feels like it, he turns around and sits on the floor. It's unconformable, but his legs aren't there yet to hold his weight. He also hopes that this way Pecco will have pity on him and his state -still very open, staining the floor with Pecco’s essence and his rim very red. Enea is sill carrying a hard on in a cock ring- and let him cum.
Pecco just ignored him for a while. He was moving around the room searching for something. When he finally noticed Enea, he snorted. “I told you, you won't cum today”. Enea knew that already, but he was still hoping for a change of mind.
Enea had already known it, but he wanted to believe there was still an ounce of something good inside his teammate. Instead, Pecco yanked the cock ring from Enea's cock with force and not a single ounce of care. If that didn't kill Enea’s erection, the bag with ice cubes that Pecco did throw to his nuts fully did the job.
“I hope you remember to behave next time.” Sneers Pecco. Enea just glares at him with defiance. “I'm the number one rider in the team. I'm number one in the factory and the championship. You won't make me look bad on track.” It's a reprimand and display of the power imbalance they have.
Enea spit the blood that was polling on his mouth and in a last rebellious act he said. “Suck my dick.” And they both knew what that meant. It means that Enea will do the same over and over again. This is not over. It's far from it.
“Well that's your choice, but next time I won't be so generous.” Those are the last words Pecco pronounces before fully leaving the room.
Now that Enea is alone, he laughs. This wasn't clemency or generosity. This was a full on tantrum and punishment because Enea hadn't bowed towards Pecco and had fought him on track. “I promise you'll pay for this tomorrow.” Enea tells himself as he tries to form a plan to prevent Pecco from winning tomorrow's race.
More than once, Enea has wondered what went wrong with his and Pecco’s relationship. Somewhere someone made a mistake that led to that, but the answer is that nothing went wrong. Or more exactly it was always going to fail In some way.
Pecco hadn’t wanted Enea as his teammate. Enea had already fought and challenged Pecco before becoming a factory rider. And no one wants a teammate who will fight them. But their issue didn’t start there. It started before that, when Enea had been Marini’s teammate and humiliated him on the same machinery. And Enea is also the reason Marini didn’t have a world championship yet.
Enea was far from being Pecco's favourite person in the world. But that is such a gap from being what they are today. With Enea being the punch bag and the person which whom Pecco took his frustration out.
Their relationship probably went south at the same moment when their fights became the norm. When the team tried to put them apart and Pecco kept invading Enea's room. When Enea kept challenging Pecco on track and refusing to give up.
It probably started at that time when Pecco had Enea against a wall. This time, they were face to face, and Pecco had demanded something. Enea had refused to do it, and the Pecco had punched that wall in a warning. This is the point to give up and stop everything, but they are both stubborn ad they didn’t.
Things could have been so different if Enea had stopped and given up. But he didn't, and what happened next was more defiance and led to this. Enea had redoubled his efforts and spit in Pecco's face saying something hurtful and cunty.
When Pecco's nostrils flared, and his eyes filled with rage, that could also be a point to stop. But they didn't. Enea waited for the worst. He waited for a punch that never came. Instead, Pecco grabbed him by the hair and called him names.
And from there, it all went downhill. Pecco smashed their lips together probably so they couldn't say anything more. And it's probably the only way to keep Enea's mouth closed without punching him. And it was something Enea didn't expect, so he wasn't the one doing the punching.
The kiss was a very controlling and demanding one from Pecco. One where Enea could do nothing and just receive the assault. The kiss ended like it started. Without any heads up and any consideration for what Enea wanted.
It should have ended there. But it didn’t. Enea could have pushed Pecco away or done anything to stop this madness. But he did nothing about it. He just looked at Pecco with fury and fought the hands that were pushing him to his knees.
“Suck” had commanded Pecco once he got Enea where he wanted. On his knees trapped between Pecco's open legs and the wall. There wasn't a visible exit unless Enea used force. Ans Enea didn’t use any. Probably too shocked and confused about the whole situation.
Enea had looked confused at the semi-erection in between Pecco's hand. The one that was trying to get inside his mouth. Enea had smacked Pecco's hand away. He wasn't going to do that. And more importantly, he wouldn't do it for his teammate. They don’t have that type of relationship, or any for the matter.
“Fuck you” were the words that condemned Enea. As soon as he opened his mouth, Pecco’s cock had been shoved inside his mouth. There hasn't been a warning and the dick has gone far as Enea's throat had allowed. Of course Enea had barely managed to keep the air flowing down his throat towards his lungs. It had been far from a pleasant experience.
Pecco hadn’t stopped there. Not even when he saw his teammate struggle to not puke. Or when Enea had trouble breathing. Pecco literally didn’t care at all about what could happen to Enea. Pecco’s main concern was to get his cock wet and cum no matter what happened to his partner or where it happened.
Enea regrets that day deeply. He had the opportunity to end all of it before it really began. Or before it got so out of hand. He could have bitten Pecco’s cock off and ended it all. But he didn’t. He just tried to breathe and deal with the rod made out of flesh going in and out of his mouth.
It all ended with Pecco cumming on Enea’s face and not forcing his spunk down Enea’s throat. “Take it as a reward for your good service” had said Pecco. Enea had cursed because it hadn’t felt like that at all. It felt more like a humiliation. It felt like a mark. It felt like Enea now belonged to Pecco. Like Enea was made to serve his teammate.
Months later that first time really felt like a reward. Pecco had pushed his cock deeper than ever into Enea’s throat. And then had his cum trip down Enea’s throat. That time, Enea had nearly puked, and Pecco had forced him to close the mouth and stay like that until it all ended up in Enea’s stomach. That had been worse than being covered in the other’s man spunk.
Enea curses as he gets up on his legs. He's so fucking done with all this situation and how it is all one-sided. He wishes he had fought more that first time. Or maybe Enea could have pushed more and more for the top dog spot. Maybe he could have treated Pecco the same way he was treated. But that didn't work at all.
Enea had tried a few times to turn the tables around and put Pecco on his knees outside the track. The only place where the team can't push and influence their thing. None of them really worked and somehow, Pecco had always ended up on top with Enea on his knees and more humiliated than ever.
The first real time, Enea had come to Pecco's room with confidence. He found Pecco sitting on the sofa with his data all spread everywhere. So, naturally, Enea had strolled there with confidence and took his cock out.
“Suck” had demanded with confidence and in the same way Pecco had done the first time. Enea should have known something wasn't right when Pecco's lips opened without any complaint, only defiance in his eyes. This wasn’t how Enea expected things to go. It was too easy, but he still keep going without questioning it too much.
Pecco hadn't moved, and Enea was getting impatient to finally be on top. So of course he had pushed his cock even deeper. That was a mistake. Pecco had bitten him. And it was a hard bite. Enea had pushed away from the surprise.
“As if something like that would ever happen.” That had been the only thing Pecco had said before pushing Enea away from the room. Fortunately, that bite had been hard, but no blood had been drawn. But it was a warning. Pecco wasn't one to be messed with. Pecco was never going to be on his knees for Enea.
Enea had been frustrated. And then punished for that action. That afternoon, Pecco had managed to confine Enea's member in a cock cage as a punishment.
“This way you won't get any funny ideas,” said Pecco with a smirk on his face. It was just another way to fully control the situation and Enea. A way to remind who was the one on top. And it was in more than one sense. For Enea, it was frustrating and humiliating.
The next time it was even worse. Enea had entered the room, ready to fight Pecco. Enea remembers berating Pecco, who strangely enough was calm and sat there just hearing without saying anything. By that point Pecco usually be on his feet ready to fight. It wasn't like that for once, and somehow Enea didn't find it strange at all.
Pecco had looked confused and hurt. Like this wasn't something they had been going on for months, the other way around. Enea hadn't stopped, even when something inside him had told him to do it. Instead, he had used this opportunity to make Pecco pay for every time their roles were reversed.
It was a mistake. A huge mistake. From behind him, Dall'Ignia and Tardozzi appeared. Enea got the scolding of his life. But also a humiliating reminder that Ducati stands behind Pecco, their number one rider. This could have cost his seat. It probably have cost Enea his seat for next season.
“He's just mad about today's incident. Excuse him, please” strangely, it was Pecco who pleaded with the bosses Enea's case. Something was very off. Enea was sure of it, he didn't know how much or the consequences. “I'm sure he'll behave from now on", had promised Pecco.
As soon as Enea heard those words, he knew there would be consequences for his actions. Big consequences. A tremble goes down Enea's spine knowing whatever will happen is something he won't like any of it. He also knows it'll be very humiliating.
That night, Pecco had tied Enea to the bed and spanked him hard with his hand. A magnanimous gesture, and just because they have a race the next day, and the team can't lose performance. Afterwards, Pecco had fucked him hard. Of course Enea wasn't able to cum that night, it was all part of his punishment.
Pecco had looked at his masterpiece. Enea tied up to the bed, with his ass all red and covered with cum. Tears threaten to leave Enea's eyes, but not yet. Enea hasn't been broken yet. And he will never be.
“See you tomorrow,” said Pecco in a sweet voice, and to complete the picture, he had gently kissed Enea's hair. This was something Pecco had recently decided to add to their game. Gentle touches or gestures that contrast with his actions. It's just a manipulation tool that Enea wasn't going to fail for.
Enea just flipped him off the best he could with his hands still bound, but inside him, Enea was hoping Pecco would untie him. That's the moment it nearly broke him. Hearing the door close, but he stayed like that. And no way out of the silk holding his wrist to the bed frame.
That was the first time Enea cried in front of Pecco. Or rather Enea had spend the night crying and Pecco had witness the aftermath of it. And it was due to the frustration and spending the whole night like that. But it's also the same night Enea’s resolve to never be vulnerable or the desirer to negate Pecco what he wanted was born.
After that, Enea had only one objective. If he couldn't make Pecco pay off track, then he would make him pay it on track. Humiliate Pecco with the same bike and ignore team orders. Ducati wasn't going to renew him anyway, so at least he would have fun the rest of the year.
Enea pulls his visor down. Focussed on the race. Focused on making Pecco pay for yesterday. For the cock ring and the ice on his cock. For the red check he had to cover it under a layer of make-up. For everything else that he has done recently.
All lights turned red and then they went off. Enea accelerates and then it all becomes a blur. Enea knows he has done something given the side looks Pecco is giving him. Enea also can sense, or more likely see all the bad looks from Tardozzi, so the team is also not happy about it.
Enea still doesn't care. He just smiles innocently and apologises half-heartedly. Whatever he did, he did it for a reason. He didn't get a penalty, so there was enough space, so Pecco is partially responsible for that.
Pecco didn't care what the stewards and race direction had to say. The cool look he gave Enea says everything. This is Enea's fault. And Enea was going to pay for it. Enea just returned an innocent smile and pretended he didn't understand the look. However, inside Enea was already shaking from the possible consequences. Knowing it will be a pleasurable torture that will have him ready to cry, beg, and melt if Pecco wasn't his partner.
Enea curses. His eyes filled with tears of frustration. Enea had forgotten this was the last race before summer break, so Pecco had not been nice at all. In fact, he had let all his frustration out. Pecco has also wanted to remind Enea what could happen if he didn't change over the summer break.
Enea's ass is red as a tomato after a spanking with a belt. Something Pecco has never used, but then again, this thing of theirs has gone out of hand long time ago. Some of those slaps have also gone to the back, and Enea swears he can feel the sweat and blood mixing there. He can't see it as he was tied to the bed face down, but the sensation was there.
It wasn't the only thing that happened that nigh. Pecco has also fucked Enea hard. And with minimal preparation, which means the rim is red and irritated. Every part of Enea's body hurt, but that wasn't the worst part. Pecco had put a cock cage on Enea and had kept the key.
“Until we saw again” said Pecco. And he put a gentle kiss on Enea’s lips as a goodbye. A cricket smile had appeared on Pecco's face and Enea had dread it.
The sonner the can see each other is one week away. When they are supposed to be in a meeting with the team in the factory for a review on how the season has gone so far. Enea doesn’t want to think about what could happen behind close doors between them. Or how the meeting will go.
That's a full week away and with Enea's cock trapped in the cage. A full week, if not longer, where Enea won't have control over his own body and desire. Worst than that. A week where Pecco is in control of Enea's body and reaction.
Enea hadn't said anything. Not until Pecco had been out of the room. But as soon as the door was closed, Enea screamed in frustration. He knew better than to try to take the cage out or get a new key. Pecco would know it and the punishment would be even worse than this.
“You will pay for this” promises Enea to no one. “I'll make sure you pay for it.” Repeats. And in his mind a plan starts to form.
Enea can't do a thing to Pecco in or out of the track. But maybe he doesn't need to do it. There are other ways to affect his teammate, like corrupting his data. Maybe Enea just needs someone else to do the job for him and take away from Pecco what he wants most, his number 1 and a chance to get another title.