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Max was a three-time world champion, almost a veteran on the racetrack with his number of years of driving in F1, always confident, and secure in his personality. Normally, he didn’t get nervous as the first race of the year approached.
Normally.
But this year, this year was different. Oh, he was still confident on the racetrack, and ready to race a new year, wondering if he could make a new attempt for longest win streak, and hoping that the car was good enough to get him his fourth world title.
No, the thing that made him nervous was the onset of his secondary gender. It had come as a total surprise, Max already being far past the age one would present, and thinking that he just was a beta, which was uncommon on the track, but not unheard of.
The second surprise was that he didn’t present as an alpha, but an omega. Not that omega’s were entirely rare, about 10% of the population was an omega.
The thing was, 99% of the omegas weren’t male. It was a designation that was for the most part reserved for woman, just like alphas always presented in the male population, and far outnumbered the omegas, making up a quarter of the population, which worked out fine when the packs were formed, most of the time having an omega as the pack center and the rest build around that.
Omegas were very sought after and very respected, and no one entered a pack without the omega saying it was okay.
And now Max was apparently one of them.
It hadn’t occurred to him when it started. When Max had felt the excessive heat coming from his body, he first had thought that it had come from his intense work-out routine, after having slacked off a few months during the off season, he needed to do his best to get back into shape.
“I think there’s an omega near,” Brad had said, sniffing the air, while Max took a breather, feeling the sweat fall down his face, the work-out hitting him harder than normal.
“Is there?” Max asked, always having believed he was a beta and never really been able to scent the pheromones of the secondary gender, unlike his alpha trainer.
“Yes, must be pretty young,” the man said, an affectionate smile on his face, “probably a virgin heat,”
“How can you tell?” Max asked curiously, always being fascinated by the way both secondary genders could scent so much about other people. Wearing blockers did dull the scent enough so the emotions stayed hidden, but not everyone wore blockers continually.
“Because there is this undercurrent scent,” Brad explained, “if it’s there, you can scent that the Omega has never been knotted,”
“Ah,” Max said, always having thought the biology of alphas and omegas was a bit weird. The knotting, a special swelling on the base of the dick of an alpha, that could only occur when an omega was taken willingly, exchanging pheromones, and locking them together for a while.
“Let’s go on, they’ll find their pack soon enough,” Brad said, trying to not get too distracted by the scent. He was old enough to stay calm near an omega in heat. Only young alphas couldn’t keep themselves in check with the scent, but it was still distracting, and alphas just wanted to make sure that omegas were safe.
The work out continued, and Max was feeling as if he was overheating, while Brad was getting more and more agitated with the increasing scent, surprised that no one was coming to help the omega.
“I think I must be coming down with something,” Max said, feeling an uncomfortable moisture between his ass cheeks. And more embarrassingly, he was feeling himself grow hard at the same time.
Perhaps he was subconsciously reacting to the scent Brad had been talking about, or it was just the thinking of omegas that got him bothered, or just the thought of sex, seeing he was still a virgin.
“Not feeling well?” Brad asked, looking a little concerned for his driver, especially so close to the start of the new season.
“Just warm,” Max said, and flushing when he felt something leak out of him and hoping that he wasn’t shitting himself, even though it didn’t feel like that, but what else could come from his ass.
Brad frowned, and stepped closer, his eyes widening when he finally got close enough to realize the scent that had been bothering him was coming from Max.
He stared at the driver, not able to progress the rarity of his case, a male omega, a 26-year-old one at that. Too old to get a secondary gender, one would say.
“Max? Uhm, are you…aroused?” Brad asked, wanting to be sure that it was indeed Max he was smelling, wanting to know if the scent of the virgin heat was of his driver. It seemed impossible, the odds so incredibly small, but the pheromones seemed clear.
“Why would you ask that?” Max said, his voice high pitched, and slightly panicked, and embarrassment laced the scent.
“I think you’re going into heat,” Brad said, and Max stared at him, before smiling and laughing.
“Ah, good one mate. You know that a male omega is like super rare,” Max said, wincing when he felt something else leak in his underwear, and hoping that he wasn’t having diarrhea or something. Not that it felt like that, but what else could it be.
“Max, I think I best get you to your place,” Brad said, quickly gathering their stuff, and Max’s eyes widened at the concern the trainer was showing.
“But…Brad, I can’t be. I’m too old to get a secondary gender,” Max said, always having thought that he would become an alpha, like most drivers on the grid, and his aggressive behavior had certainly enforced that idea.
When he had started out at Toro Rosso, it had been an often-visited topic, seeing that he had still been well within the age range of a virgin rut. Hell, he could remember Leclerc having his virgin rut during his first season, and they had needed a Rut Room at Sauber for him.
It had been an interesting race for Charles, Max remembered, the driver not allowed to use blockers for the first year after presenting, like any freshly presented or omega couldn’t do, and his pleased scent after being asked for Ferrari had apparently been smelled all across the paddock.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that the blockers could mess with their hormones, it would have been easier for Charles, a few of his ruts coming at unexpected timings, and the driver had ended up pleasuring himself in the rut room twice, sometimes joined by some of his pack to ease the arousal.
But that was what it was far. After the first year, he had been able to take blockers and time his ruts in between races and always time it that he had someone or a pack round to help him through it.
But Max, he didn’t have a pack, he was just with himself. Feeling Brad put a hand on the small of his back, Max could only let himself be guided away by the alpha, feeling in shock when he realized the fluid leaking out of him was slick.
“What do I do?” Max asked in the car, feeling his arousal grow, and becoming aware of the other scent in the car, realizing that it must be Brad. It wasn’t unpleasant, a little musky and Max could scent the concern from the man.
“I think you best go home, and enjoy yourself for the next few days,” Brad said, biting his lip, “is there anyone you trust to be with? A heat on your own can be rough,”
“Trust to do what?” Max asked, feeling apprehensive.
“You know, to alleviate the symptoms,” Brad said, flushing. The underlying scent of virginity made it difficult to say the more obvious words, even though Max was old enough to hear the word ‘sex’.
He would have offered himself, if Max hadn’t been in heat yet, but he didn’t want to pressure the omega into having sex when he wasn’t ready for it yet.
“No, I don’t think so,” Max said, feeling a bit panicked.
“Well, I think you can do the basics. I mean, just masturbate and do what feels good. I’ll inform Christian. We’ll need a heat room build as well,” Brad said, and Max felt himself flush not just with the heat, but also with the realization that everyone would be able to scent him for the next year.
All his emotions, his arousal, his heats, and even the fact that he was a virgin. They would all be able to scent that.
“The press is going to eat me alive,” Max groaned, earning himself a snort from Brad.
The heat had taken a full week to pass, the several fever episodes being filled with Max masturbating, and even daring to put his own finger in his hole, wondering how a knot would ever fit in there without doing damage.
And arriving at the paddock, he quickly slipped to his own room, hoping to encounter as little people as possible until he had a meeting with the PR team and Christian, who luckily had been informed by his personal trainer already.
“Hey Christian, there’s a rumor going on you have built a heat room in your paddock,” Toto said, walking next to the smaller man.
“Yes, we got an omega on our team now,” Christian said, looking almost disinterested with the conversation while he kept walking. Toto did think he could walk rather fast for a man with such short legs.
“So young that she can’t take blockers?” the man said, curiously, having heard his drivers talk about it, curious what position she would take in the team, and if there would be trouble. A young unmated omega could cause too many alphas to be distracted for an opportunity to come into a fresh pack.
“You know how it goes,” Christian said, “the FIA approved it, don’t worry. We went through the correct channels,”
“Well, don’t forget it to put it in your accounting,” Toto said, walking away disappointed when the man didn’t reveal more information.
Christian looked at Toto walk off, shaking his head at the curiosity of the man, but he wouldn’t be the first that was asking questions. He had urged the higher ups of the FIA to keep quiet until Red Bull could make their own announcements so far, but they had been more than surprised about the news.
Having a heat room suddenly built was like red flag on a bull for the F1 press and other teams, who would try and exploit every weakness of Red Bull.
Having a rut room was special enough already, but it happened, some of the drivers were young when they started out, but a heat room was practically unheard off.
Of course, Max was special, and it seemed that he was still making a lot of firsts in the F1 world. The first omega, and, Chirstian guessed, the first omega world championship winner, grand prix winner and well everything omega winner.
There hadn’t been a single omega in the F1 before, which did create a wonderful opportunity for Red Bull. Knocking on the door to Max’s room, he waited until the omega called him in.
“Ready for the PR meeting?” Chrisitan asked him, surprised by the sweet scent that was surrounding Max, betraying an undercurrent of anxiety.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get this over with,” Max said, following the team leader as they quickly made their way to the meeting room, who were curious about what this was all about.
“No Netflix?” one of the joked when they entered, and Christian smiled even when Max looked sour.
“No, this is a bit more private,” Christian said, always a good people person, “so, let’s all sit down, and see how we best approach this,”
Everyone settled, except Max, who sat down as far as he could from the group, breathing shallowly. He wasn’t used to the amount of scents and pheromones yet, and while some of them were quite neutral, like Christian’s, there were some more overpowering ones, like the one of the PR guys.
“So, let’s not beat around the bush. Max has presented his secondary gender during the break,” Christian said, seeing the eyes of the PR team widen.
“But…” the alpha of the three said, scenting the room, “uhm…you don’t smell like an alpha?”
“No, I don’t,” Max said, his face flushing when he saw the stares aimed at him, confusion changing into understanding while his scent’s anxiety increased.
“Of course, internally, nothing changes,” Christian said, “Max will still be going for his fourth championship,”
“Yes, of course,” one of the PR team said, “but think about what it could mean. We could really use this well for our marketing. And imagine how the popularity of Red Bull will soar when they realize we have a male omega,”
“Of course, everyone knows that a male omega’s pheromones are wonderful to increase fertility in women,” the alpha said, “with some packs trying for years to get children, I imagine the crowds will increase,”
“That’s a stupid reason to like F1,” Max said with a frown.
“But it’s good for marketing,” the woman said, already thinking out strategies.
The meeting continued, discussing when they would announce Max’s secondary gender, Max not really wanting to get it out in the open, not thinking that it had anything to do with the racing.
But it wouldn’t be good to hide it either, and Christian did mention that the heat room already gotten a lot of attention.
“And do mention it if you start getting courting gifts,”
“Courting gifts?” Max said, “why would anyone start sending me courting gifts?”
“You’re an omega, Max. The center of a pack,” Christian said, “omegas are precious, and there are too little to go around,”
“Oh, right,” Max said, sitting back and listening. When everyone left, Christian lingered with his overwhelmed driver.
“Max, are you okay?” Christian asked, feeling a little concerned.
“Nothing is really going to change, right?” Max asked, looking at the man, “I will still race as good as before,”
“Nothing is going to change Max, we’ll try to beat any record that is in place, and get yourself another trophy for on your fridge,” Christian said with a smile, and Max nodded.
That was all that mattered to him.
Winning the race.