Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 12

Max spent that vacation doing two things …. a week by himself up and down part of the coast trying to relax and rest his mind and body, and another week surrounded by men in the clubs of the city Goose used to frequent.

The first part of the trip worked perfectly; he felt good, more in control of himself and much calmer. By the end of that week, he was even able to admit to himself that Fifi had been right in forcing him to take a vacation. He still wished that Goose would have come with him, but he was no longer angry about it. He really did understand that Goose needed his income to live, and when he got back, he was going to try to find a way to help the guy without making him feel bad about it.

The second part of the vacation was more of an educational trip. He wanted to see the clubs and meet the men that Goose knew. He also wanted to be sure that none of them would ever consider coming to tmallmall town looking for what was his and only his now.

The clubs really didn’t surprise him as much as he had thought they would. He had read just enough to expect a lot of exposed flesh, leather and restraints. The only thing he hadn’t expected was the live shows; platforms where men willingly let themselves be shackled to walls or posts and then be flogged or paddled. He even found himself becoming excited at the sights and sounds of it, and he couldn’t wait to try out that paddle on Goose.

More than a few men apphed hed Max during his rounds through the different clubs. Mostly subs sensing his strength, but also quite a few doms looking for a challenge in breaking of tof their own in that way. Max soon realized from talking to them that often a good dom had been a sub first or just enjoyed the variety of switching occasionally, and it took all his willpower not to laugh out loud at the thought of allowing himself to sub for anyone, even for Goose.

Very politely he turned every single offer down, never touched or let himself be touched, and because the clubs were well maintained with many bouncers, no one ever pushed the issue or tried ick ick a fight. The only thing Max did was watch closely, listen and learn. It wasn’t until the end of the week that he decided to feel out the men to see who actually knew Jim Goose and had played with him.

Of course, his interest in Goose had to be told to everyone he approached, and Max decided to go with the honest approach. He simply made it known that Goose was his man, that he was new to their world, and he wanted to know whatever people would tell him about Goose’s history in the clubs.

“Ohhhhh myyyyy gawwwwwd,” a very slight man, dressed like a woman, gushed at realizing who Max. “. “You’re that partner of his he’d talk about when he got drunk. Goosey’s crazy about you. Said he’d never get a chance, but it sure looks like he was wrong.”

“Yeah, we were both wrong about a lot of things,” Max nodded and deliberately gave the man a bright smile. “So, what did he say about me?”

“Oh nothing much,” the man sighed, swooning slightly at the effect Max was having on him. “Just said you were the hottest man in Oz and the only man he trusted with his . Go. Goosey didn’t talk much about private stuff. He just came to have fun like we all do.”

“What kinda fun?” Max questioned. – Was he ever on display? Wear a leash? Gang-banged? –

“Well,” the man laughed. “There’s no secrets with so many of us running in the same circles and knowing all the same people. Goosey really likes subbing. He’s great at it and very much in demand.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” Max nodded. “He do any of this stuff?” And his arm swept out towards the platforms of men being sexually tormented.

“Not really. He tried once with his first dom when he was first brought into it, but he said he didn’t really like it that intense. Goosey ys ays a bit of a naughty-boy spanking now and then and even nipple clamps and cock rings, but no whips or floggers that I’ve ever heard or seen.”

“So,” a large older man stepped between them, fully dressed like Max and holding the leash of a man trailing behind him, a man that was naked except for a cock and ball device wrapped around his manhood and piercings in each nipple. “You’re Goose’s new man.”

“Yeah.” Max looked him up and down, noting the young man on the leash who was staring at him with a haughty look on his face. “Who are you?”

“Man who taught him everything he knows. How’s my boy doing?”

“That’s MY boy,” Max growled, his hackles rising.

The newcomer just laughed. Every man who’d topped Goose had felt a bit possessive about him when he was under their care. It was Goose that had kept moving on, always looking for the right one, never truly happy in his search until Lady Luck had smiled and given him Max. “Well, you tell ole Goosey that I’ve always got room for one more if he’s ever feeling nostalgic. Sweet piece, and I’d even be willing to trade this one for it again if you’ve a mind to.”

“I don’t,” Max said, glancing over at the boy who look horrified at the thought of being traded. “And Goose won’t be coming to the city ever again.”

“Your loss,” the man shrugged. As much as Goose was liked, there were plenty of men like him to go around.

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Max left the city the next morning feeling that he had a much bethandhandle on just what tastes Goose was into and which ones he wasn’t. He was happy to feel that he agreed with his friend. He didn’t want anything too extreme either, but once he got his hands on Goose’s bedside table of ….. stuff, he’d start going over the catalog he’d picked up, and together they would order things that would never have been used on Goose by another man. They would be Max’s …. stuff, he would throw all of Goose’s away, and the new ….. stuff would be kept in his car for whenever he wanted to play with his man. Images of them going at it in his car on the side of the road in daylight now were suddenly not nearly as embarrassing as he had once thought.

Arriving home after dark, it was late enough to just grab a shower and hit the bed, thoughts of calling Goose pushed from his mind until morning. Little did Max know, Goose knew he was there. He had been staking out Max’s house for the last few days, waiting for the man to show.

Goose missed him terribly and was in desperate need of attention. Max had been gone for two weeks and hadn’t “released” his sub to take care of himself, and he was hoping that they could kiss and make up before work, well, at least make up, as he had a feeling that Max wasn’t ready for any kissing yet.

Max wasn’t thinking about anything but getting some sleep after a long day’s drive, and the last thing he wanted to face was an intruder in his house the moment he heard footsteps in his living room. The person who was walking in his home was being very quiet, but whenever it concerned Max and his personal safety, no one could ever be quiet enough.

Bolting from the bed with his gun in hand, he padded silently down the hallway in just his boxers and waited for the intruder to turn the corner.

“JESUS CHRIST! he shouted, as his gun pushed into the intruder’s abdomen and he almost pulled the trigger. Only the now familiar scent of James Goose recognized by his “mate” was what saved his life in the darkness.

Goose didn’t move, although he smiled and cocked his head innocently. “Sorry. Was hoping to surprise you.”

“Surprise me? With gettiour our guts splattered on my floor? Get your ass in there!” he hollered, waving the gun towards his bedroom.

Goose ran down that hallway as fast as he could and bounced right onto Max’s bed, sitting at the head of it, his back against the headboard with his legs spread a little, waiting. He’d been in the room a few times over the years, but he had never sat on it in quite that way before.

Max deliberately took his time, checking the lock on the door that Goose had broken and fixing it first. When he was satisfied it would hold, he grabbed a couple of beers and sauntered into the bedroom. It didn’t look like he was going to get any sleep after all.

(ENAPTEAPTER 12)