Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 6

Four hours later, Goose was still there.

He had been told not to move, and even if he wanted to now, his knees had become locked, and he would have fallen flat on his face in the dirt. The muscles in his arms were in agony too, holding them up against the chain with his fingers laced through the fence, defying gravity. It wasn’t the horrible pain of his cramping exhausted body, however, that was doing him in. It was standing all afternoon in the hot Australian sun in his full body leather uniform that was making Jim Goose truly suffer.

Max didn’t care in the least. It had turned into a battle of wills, and as far as he was concerned, Goose could let go of the fence anytime he wanted and come inside. Sure, they’d probably have an argument about it, but then they could go back to the way things had been the last month, a way that Max had become comfortable enough with.

Unfortunately, Goose didn’t want that anymore. He desperately needed more from Max, and waiting for Max to “release” him was his way of taking that stand and making it known. The man he knew was his dom would come to his aid or Goose would stay by that fence until he collapsed.

Fifi was the one that finally broke the battle. Unknown to both men, he had already taken Goose and Max off the workeduledule for the rest of the day and night, and he was quite ready to say something to his best man on the force about what was going on.

“ROCKATANSKY!” he bellowed from his office. “GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!”

Max stood from the couch where he had been trying to watch TV with one eye while keeping the other eye on the figure of Goose far across the yard. With a shrug of nonchalance at his co-workers, he took his time sauntering into their commander’s office.

Max had been yelled at many times on the force. It came with being so good at what he did that he was sometimes TOO good and got in trouble for it too. He didn’t care one whit about being dressed down or reprimanded when it was called for, whether he agreed with it or not. Fifi didn’t intimidate him in any way. He highly respected his superior, and he enjoyed working for the man most of the time.

“What’s up, Fifi?” he asked, as he walked up to the man’s desk.

Fifi stood, walked around the desk and towered over Max. He was a very large man, tall and broad, but he knew Max wasn’t one to even notice and break a sweat. “Take a look out that window, Max,” he said and grabbed his arm, yanking him across the floor to the window.

“Yeah, nice day, isn’t it?” Max quipped.

“Sod off ya moron! Don’t ya see what’s happening?”

“All I see is an idiot sweating in the sun.”

“That idiot is one of my best men, and I want you to march your ass out there and bring him in.”

“No fucking way.” Max stood firm, his lips set in stubbornness that Fifi recognized well from past confrontations.

“You’ll do this, Rockatansky, or I’ll give Goose a new partner.”

That certainly made Max’s lips twitch.

“Who?” he demanded.

“Johnson,” Fifi smirked. He knew just what man to throw at Max, the only other very dominant gay man on the force. Either Max would step forward to protect his partner, his friend, and his quite likely soon to be lover, or Fifi would go out there, forcibly pull Goose off the fence and assign him a new partner to ride shotgun with, a man that Fifi knew had a past history with Goose.

“Fine,” Max sneered. Giving in didn’t come easy to him. “I’ll bring his sorry ass in.”

“Not just that,” Fifi smirked again, knowing he had Max by the balls in a way he had never truly had before.

“What?” Max snapped with impatienctaritaring up at his commander.

“Take this,” Fifi grinned, dropping a key into his hand. “It’s to my two rooms out back. I want you to bring Goose there, take care of him, and I don’t want to see either of your faces until noon tomorrow.”

The commander of the station knew it was just a matter of time, like the other men did, before Max officially claimed Goose as his own. He was just quite surprised that it hadn’t happened yet, as most of the men, gay and straight, could see what a perfect couple Max and Goose would make in that way. Besides, he had a little money on that wager too, and it never hurt to stack the deck in your favor if given the chance.

“Why can’t I just drop him home like normal?” Max questioned. He wasn’t too thrilled with the prospect of spending another night with the man. It was something he had been careful not to do since that life-changing incident in the motel.

“This is a fucking order, Rockatansky. Do it, and that’s final.” - And maybe when you come out tomorrow, you’ll have straightened this mess up between the two of you one way or the other and even put a little change in my pockets. –

“You’re the boss,” Max snorted with a roll of his eyes and headed out to the yard.

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It only took one close up look at Goose for Max to admit to himself that he had been wrong. He should have given in and “released” the man much sooner. Max had never seen someone be so close to heat exhaustion and still stand cioucious, although barely conscious, that was for sure.

“Goose, you wanker,” he said softly in remorse.

The man’s head slowly lifted. He had been unaware that Max was even there. His agony was so great that he had turned his mind into his safe place that he used only when a dom got too rough and he was unable to stop it. It was a place where nothing could physically hurt him, a place to keep himself from going insane.

Anyone else’s voice probably wouldn’t have even reached to him in that place, but Goose had already willingly conditioned himself to respond to Max’s voice, the voice of his master, the voice of the man he loved, and he responded to that voice with an anguished whimper that barely reached Max’s ears.

Anguished or not, those ears were still hardened, just like the man’s heart in that matter. Max simply couldn’t comprehend how someone could go to such an extreme to make a point, especially a point to someone who didn’t want anything to do with that point. It didn’t make sense to Max, but he was too tired of the battle to take his anger out on Goose at the moment. Instead, he asked with simple weariness, “Why mate? Why would you do this to yourself?”

“For you, only for you,” came from the swollen cracked lips of the man before his head fell again against his chest. Exactly what was needed to pierce through the steel surroundinx’s x’s resolve.

With a deep sigh, he finally said the one word left to say, the word that was needed to end his friend’s suffering. “Move.”

With a loud groan, Goose released the chain link fence and fell forward, unable to stop himself. He would have landed on the ground, probably broken his nose and other bones in his face if Max hadn’t caught him, heaved him up around his neck and across both shoulders, and placed him in a secure hold to carry him back inside.

With a grunt from the weight of a man only a few pounds lighter than himself, he walked through the station, ignored all the stares, and brought Goose right into the rooms in the back, gently laying the beaten body on Fifi’s large bed.

Goose hardly stirred as Max quickly pulled the leather jacket of his uniform open to let cooler air reach him. “Water,” Goose rasped, and Max ran into the kitchen, bringing back a large glass and holding it with a shaking hand as Goose drank while Max supported his head with his other hand.

“Better?” Max asked, feeling real pains of guilt at what he had let happen.

Goose didn’t respond. His head fell back, passed out into a deep sleep, and Max immediately checked his pulse and rise and fall of his chest.

When he was satisfied that Goose would recover fully in time, he continued stripping the man down to just his boxers, left the room long enough to run a bath full of lukewarm water, aarriarried in his arms the sleeping man to the tub to be cleaned. After over four hours in the hot sun in his full uniform, Goose really needed it.

The bathtub was filled with an entire bottle of shampoo,Max Max didn’t want to touch any more of Goose than he had to, and he let him soak in the water wearing those boxers while he ran a soapy washcloth over and under his arms, around his neck, face and upper chest, through his hair and wherever the water in the tub didn’t reach.

Once he felt sure that Goose was as clean as he was going to get with the only type of bath Max was willing to give him, he lifted him out, laid him back on the bed and proceeded to dry him off with soft towels. Goose had yet to stir.

- Fuck. What about those wet boxers now? Can’t let him lay in them like that. –

Well, he could have, but Max didn’t want to take a chance with Goose getting ill in his weakened condition. So, with a shake of his head, he pulled them off, glancing only for a second at something he’d seen many times over the years but had never really paid any attention to until that day last month.

Once Goose’s body was completely bare and as dry as it was going to get without Max actually running the towel over that area, he threw a light blanket over the man, turned the light low and left the room to clean the bathroom and throw the man’s clothes into the washing machine.

When that was done, he moved into the kitchen after a quick check to be sure Goose was still sleeping, and seeing that the man was breathing normally in a healing rest, he fixed himself some dinner, turned on the TV and settled into a recliner by the bed for the evening and night.

There was no way Max would climb into the bed next to Goose, sleeping or not.

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Morning came and Max immediately jumped to check on Goose. The man had rolled over onto his stomach during the night, kicked the blanket off and was showing every inch of skin on his backside to Max’s sight.

- Jesus! - Max thought and turned away, resisting an impulse to reach out and touch the mounds of flesh. – What the hell is wrong with me? It’s just an ass! A MAN’S ass for Christ’s sake! I gotta call Linda today and get laid! –

And with that determined thought, he stepped into the shower before he could cave to the itching that was creeping into his groin.

Unfortunately, the shower didn’t help that time like it had in the motel room once. He tried cold, hot, warm and cold again, until he finally gave up and stepped out with a raging hard-on.

“Fuck Goose!” he shouted in surprise at seeing the man standing in the bathroom, nude with his own hard-on.

Goose didn’t even jump at the shout. He took one look at Max’s dripping wet manhood he had never seen both engorged and bare at the same time and fell to his knees in front of him.

“Let me, please,” he asked and looked up with huge pleading eyes. Goose was a man with every characteristic of what was considered ‘normal’ behavior for a man, except in that one way.

It was the kneeling position and the look that did it more than the words. It reached right down in that part of Max that Goose was desperately trying to find in his friend. It reached down and wrapped itself tenaciously around Max’s own inner sexuality.

“You wanna suck me?” Max grunted after a long moment of staring in wonderment at the repulsive yet exquisite sight before him. He had never in his life thought he would find himself one day saying those words to a man.

“Yes, please,” Goose practically moaned and reached out one hand. He was feeling much better both physically and mentally from his ordeal, and he was ready for anything.

“Don’t touch me,” Max growled and roughly batted his hand away. “Don’t ever touch me unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir,” Goose spoke with a catch in his voice. He could almost feel the change in the air as Max began to transform into exactly what he knew he could be. Max had said ‘unless I tell you to,’ the perfect phrasing for a man like Goose.

“What did you say?” Max asked, confusion in his voice in thinking that he couldn’t possibly have heard Goose correctly.

“I said, Yes Sir,” Goose replied easily.

Max stood still, his brow furrowing as he rolled the word ‘sir’ through his mind, decided he liked it very much indeed and nodded his head approvingly to Goose. “So, tell me Goose,” he continued with a line of questioning he had been wondering about recently. “You suck a lot of dick?”

“Yes Sir,” was the unhesitant answer. Goose had no intention of ever lying to Max now that his secret was out.

“Lately?” Max asked in a calm tone, although his body was unconsciously tensing at the thought of what Goose may have being doing in recent weeks.

“No, Sir. Not since ….. that night.” Goose hadn’ntednted to touch another man or let another man touch him the minute he had realized that there was a possibility of a relationship with Max.

“Good.” Max nodded again with satisfaction. “Been with any women lately? I know you’ve had sex with women, Goose. Seen you in action at parties.”

Goose was tempted to chuckle. He knew what Max was referring to; wild drunk parties where people tended to go off into corners and hump with little care if anyone happened to see them. He didn’t dare let out that chuckle, though. He knew he had to stay serious for this. Too much was at stake.

“No Sir. I haven’t touched a woman like that in months. I can do it if I have to, but I don’t prefer it.”

“Good, ‘cuz I don’t want you to. No men, no women. Understand?”

“Yes Sir!” Goose shouted in delight, as his cock twitched noticeably. He’d be celibate for the rest of his life if he had to for Max.

Max wasn’t really sure what he wanted or what he was doing or saying. He looked like he was in control, but he felt almost as though someone else were speaking through him, guiding him in the way that Goose needed even though he had no intention of ever being the man’s lover.

– I just told him he couldn’t be with anyone? How could I do that to him? – he thought in shock and opened his mouth to take it back when that length jutting up from the man’s hips towards him twitched again, even harder, and he caught the sight of semen dripping from it.

- Oh god! He’s driving me crazy! – “Get …. Get back in bed,” he snapped, as blood roared through his body in desire. No woman had ever made him feel quite that way.

At the order, the sweetest words Goose had ever heard, he was on his feet, flying from the bathroom to land on the bed on his hands and knees and present his backside to Max.

It almost undid Max right there to see the position he was in when he finally stepped into the room, still nude and very much aroused. Reining himself back, he moved up close to the bed and stared at the form of the man in the bright room and at the look on the man’s hopeful face.

It made him want to question Goose more.

“You really like a dick up your ass?” - No one’s EVER touching mine! -

“Yes Sir. I do.” - Best fucking feeling in the world! -

“Ever do it to another bloke or a girl?”

“No, don’t want to.”

“Let men suck you?”

“Yes Sir. The ones that will. Better than women.”

“Really? Why?” Max was curious. He’d been the recipient of some pretty good blow jobs, although he could well remember some pretty bad ones too.

“Blokes I sixty-nine with really want to. Love sucking dick as much as I do. I just don’t know any women who are quite as ….. enthusiastic about it.”

“Enthusiastic?” Max laughed. “Yeah, I get what you mean. So, Goose, you want to sixty-nine with me?

“Yes Sir. I mean no Sir. I mean ….”

“You mean what?”

“I mean, I want anything you want.”

Although they were words Max had heard many times but were now being spoken by a man’s voice for the first time, he didn’t break his stride. He continued in the role that was beginning to feel like a well fit glove.

“I bet you do, you little slut,” Max snapped, although Goose could see the hint of a smirk on the corners of his mouth. “On your back, slut.”

Max had read something once that some gay men liked being called sluts, took it as a compliment or something, and apparently Goose was one of them, because the man sighed with happiness and turned over immediately.

“Open your legs,” he ordered as he proceeded to climb onto the bed.

“Good, keep them there.” Max was kneeling; sitting on his ankles in the middle of Goose’s spread legs just far enough back to not actually be touching the man.

Goose had no idea what to expect. His plan was working, and he was both thrilled and terrified at the same time. Max could be such an intense man, so wound tight in ways that excited and intimidated people that Goose shuddered from the wash of being in the man’s presence.

It was a shudder that Max saw, and it pleased him …. a lot.

He stared into the wide dilated eyes, sensed again that faint scent of fear on the man, and responded the exact way his own body was set to. “Do it,” was all he said.

Goose instantly understood, wrapped one hand around himself and worked it up and down slowly at first, hoping to tease the man sitting between his legs.

It did, but Max had more willpower than Goose could ever imagine, and he was about to find out not only the extent of the other man’s, but also his own.

Max watched very carefully every motion of that hand, glancing up occasionally to see the pleasure written on Goose’s face, the way his mouth opened and closed and the way he gasped little breaths of air while his chest rose and fell. When those gasps reached a certain pitch that Max sensed was final, though, he chose to assert his control again.

“Stop.”

Goose didn’t hesitate to obey the command. He bit his lip from crying out, squeezed one hand as tight around the base of himself as he could, and pulled with his other hand his scrotum hard and far away from his body to keep himself from orgasming.

It worked, but it hurt like hell, although in a way he most definitely liked.

Max hadn’t been sure of exactly how men did it, as he’d never tried it on himself, but he had certainly heard about it, and knowing now what he did about Goose’s sexual preferences, he had had a strong feeling that the man would know just what to do.

And boy was he very glad he’d been right. The tormented look of pain and pleasure on Goose’s face was exhilarating to Max, and he wanted to see it again.

“Do it,” he repeated and watched with fascination as Goose immediately began pumping all over again.

That time Goose did it a bit faster, using his other hand to massage his aching balls in hopes to cum before Max could stop him. It never once crossed his mind that he could simply cum no matter what and whenever he wanted to. All he thought about was obeying the man his sexuality saw as his master.

“Stop.” Max said the second time with a glint in his eye that made Goose’s heart hitch.

Again his hands went to work, holding it back, although it was much harder to do the second time than it had been to do for any other dom he had ever been with in his past.

When Max was quite sure the man was back under control, his breathing haggard but not gasping, he glanced back at Goose’s manhood and saw that it was leaking copiously down into the thatch of blonde hair. He couldn’t believe how swollen and purple it had become, ripe as though ready to burst, and he was eager to see if he could make it swell even more.

“Do it,“ came the third time, and Goose groaned loudly as he began all over again.

Harder and faster he stroked, desperation filling him to cum and cum hard, and just on the edge of that heavenly precipice, he heard the only voice in the world that was capable of keeping him from falling over.

“Stop.”

“AHHHHHHH!” Goose wailed in lovely pain that lanced through his body as he struggled to obey Max a third time.

Max just watched silently, only his intense eyes betraying the composure he was keeping on his face as the man beneath him thrashed wildly on the bed, shook his head back and forth on the pillow and panted loud groans of, “Oh God Max! Oh God Please! Please Max! Please Max!”

Max kept his silence at the pleas, but he leaned upwards and over Goose more, still being careful not to touch him, until his face was right above Goose’s. His hands then snapped out and grasped the wailing man’s face, holding him still to look at him square in the eye.

What he saw in those hysterical pleading eyes released something in him completely, connected with him more than it had ever before, and Max finally knew that Goose had been right. They WERE compatible in that way, EXTREMELY compatible. But admitting it to himself and fully acting upon it were still two entirely different things in Max’s stubborn mind.

Seeing those blue eyes he loved so close to his own, sensing his master’s acceptance, Goose gained the strength he needed that third time to hold back the rush of orgasm, and he finally stilled and quieted, although his body trembled uncontrollably and his breathing remained quickened.

Max smiled just the faintest hint of smile down at Goose and then sat back on his haunches. Third time was a charm. Time to reward the man.

“Do it,” he said very quietly, as Goose began to pray in his mind that he wouldn’t hear the other word a fourth time.

He wouldn’t. Max had been turned into a sexual control-freak, but he wasn’t a sadist.

“Tell me what you want, Goose.”

“Cum, please, please,” Goose panted.

“Please what?” Max asked with a cock of his head and that slight smile.

“Please Sir!” Goose barked with what little strength he had left. “Please Sir, let me cum!”

Max didn’t answer, his expression didn’t change, but his head nodded slightly in permission.

That was all Goose needed. He couldn’t hold back the tears that sprang to his eyes and began weeping in gratitude, shooting all over himself violently while his body convulsed and he cried out Max’s name over and over.

It was music to Max’s ears more so than any woman’s cry of delight, and when Goose finally collapsed in a breathless heap and laid silently again, Max looked down at himself, not believing how hard and swollen he was. He felt pretty sure that he could pop his load in one stroke if he wanted, but the physical pleasure in his groin was almost secondary to the intensity of the pleasure that burned throughout his being and right into every single nerve ending of his body to his heart and soul. It burned and it raged, and it felt RIGHT.

“Good boy,” he finally grunted when he was sure he could speak without stammering. It had been obvious from the way Goose was looking at him that he was expecting to sto say something, and Max, using his instincts again, must have said just the right thing by the beaming look of adoration and pride on Goose’s face.

“Now get up, get cleaned up, get dressed and wash the linen you messed on,” he ordered very curtly. The last thing he wanted was another battle of wills in Fifi’s bedroom because he forgot to ‘release’ his sub.

Yes, Sir,” Goose sighed contently and sat up quickly as Max almost flipped off the bed to avoid coming in contact with the man.

Just barely he caught his balance without actually falling on his ass, but Goose had noticed, and feeling brave at knowing he had pushed Max to another level, he threw him an evil little grin which actually made Max blush, turn away in embarrassment and flee to the shower again. A strange thing to do after what had just occurred between them.

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Long before noon, as Max couldn’t bear to spend another minute alone with Goose near a bed, he told him he was leaving, and Goose dutifully followed. The only words he said about their encounter as they stood by the door was a last command that had suddenly come to him, a command he knew Goose would take to heart and obey. “Remember what I said in the bathroom about no more men and women?”

“Yes,” Goose nodded, as his eyes widened at wondering what was coming next.

“That goes for your bleedin’ hand too.”

“Yes, Sir,” Goose sighed with a smile.

Max was tempted to ruffle the man’s hair in affection at that. Of course, he didn’t.

The moment he opened the door and they walked into the station, though, he did do what their co-workers had been waiting to see for weeks. He touched his sub. He finally touched another man in a sexual manner.

They stepped into the large room together, Max took one look at everyone staring at them, and he made the decision to throw in the towel in at least that one respect. With a slow graceful movement, his arm moved behind Goose, his hand landed gently on the small of Goose’s back, just above the curve of his ass, and he firmly led his partner through the room of men to the coffee and donut area.

Although Max didn’t know it consciously, it was a public claiming touch of a top for his bottom, and Goose never felt so happy in his life under the feel of that hand on him.

Both pretended to ignore all the smiles while some of the men grudgingly passed money over to other men.

(END CHAPTER 6)