Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 8

The very next day at work, hushed conversations went on behind their backs at what had happened. Johnson thought it was great. His main sub at work wasn’t a road cop, he worked in the office, and he went right into Fifi’s office and “graciously” offered to take Goose as his road partner.

Fifi sighed, knowing it was coming now that Max didn’t want Goose, and agreed to put them together on the schedule, assuming that Goose agreed too.

Goose did, although it was with a heavy heart. If he was going to be partnered on the dangerous roads with someone besides Max, Johnson was the next choice to have as a man to watch your back as you watched his.

Max refused a new partner, however. He threatened to quit if Fifi didn’t let him work alone, and seeing how close to imploding Max was, Fifi decided it was better to let Max get himself killed on the road than to partner him with someone who was likely to die along with him.

The new schedule was set, and Max and Goose stayed away from each other as much as possible during their times together at the station. Neither spoke a word to the other, although an occasional scowl would be thrown from Max to Goose, who would hang his head and go off with Johnson, a man that was quick to give Goose any comfort he could.

It was a comfort that did little for Goose’s heart, though. He had used to date Johnson a few years ago, but after discovering that Johnson’s tastes were a bit too extreme at times in the pain department, he had pulled back and was relieved that Johnson had just gone ahead and claimed Davidson, the office man, as his new sub, a man who also enjoyed that type of very rough, very extreme play.

The thing, however, was that Goose hadn’t COMPLETELY stopped seeing Johnson in a sexual way, even though he had stopped being “his” sub. There just wasn’t enough strong doms in the area, and Goose had found himself occasionally, until things had started with Max, being part of a threesome with Johnson and Davidson. It had been much more to his liking than being one-on-one with a man he didn’t completely trust in bed, as with Davidson there too, Johnson had another person to take his intensity out on, and Goose was better able to handle and enjoy what was dished his way then.

Johnson had no intention of dumping Davidson for a chance to take on Goose as his main sub again, as he knew Davidson was perfect for him, but he sure had liked it when the three of them used to get together, and he was looking forward to making it happen again now that Max was out of the picture. It was variety and it was sex. Nothing more.

The only problem now was that Goose’s full attention still wasn’t on it. He let Johnson order him around at the station a bit and even touch him in front of all their co-workers, but he was resisting the threesome again, no matter how much Johnson and Davison were both pushing him for it.

Even though Johnson was definitely a master dom, he couldn’t force Goose, of course. He knew the man was perfectly capable of standing up for himself when he wanted to, assuming he wasn’t strapped down to a bed, but Johnson was quite sure that Goose would get over Max and come crawling back to him and Davidson. As far as he was concerned, it was just a matter of time.

And speaking of time, Max spent those weeks trying not to watch the interplay between the three of them, although when he did, he didn’t try to hide his contempt for it, his anger and his resentment for what he saw as Goose’s betrayal.

He knew he was being irrational, but he couldn’t stop it from showing on his face and in his eyes if he happened to catch them together and Johnson’s hands were seen trailing down Goose’s body. It was only his rock-hard willpower that would make him clench his fists and turn away to spend another night banging Linda in bed as hard as he could without actually hurting her to soothe some of his own pain.

It finally came to a head, at least in the partnership matter, when Johnson and Davidson thought they and Goose were the only ones left in the station one night and ganged up on Goose, trying to convince him to come home with them. Goose was backed into a wall, not wanting to fight them both if he could help it since he had to work with them, but he just wasn’t sure if he was ready to sleep with them again.

His manhood was thickening at the attention they were giving him, but his heart wasn’t in it. Only knowing he would finally get some physical relief, the first time since he had done it for Max in Fifi’s bed, was tempting him to give in. He still hadn’t been able to bring himself to even use his hand in private, as that “order” from Max had stayed with him.

“Come on, Goose,” Johnson growled and nuzzled into the man’s neck. “Come back with us. You know you want to.”

“Yeah Goose,” Davidson smiled and ran his hand firmly over the front of Goose’s pants to make him moan. He really enjoyed sixty-nining with Goose, as Johnson only very occasionally sucked his sub’s cock.

“I ….. I don’t know,” Goose panted under their skillful ministrations to his body.

“Nothing too rough,” Johnson promised and kissed Goose right on the lips very tenderly as though to try and prove it to the man.

Max, who was watching unnoticed, didn’t know whether to pull his gun and shoot Johnson or toss his cookies at the kiss.

“No,” Goose said and broke it off before the man could try for anything deeper with his mouth.

Johnson was a handsome man who knew how to play Goose’s body like an instrument, but he wasn’t the player that Goose really wanted. He wasn’t even in the orchestra anymore. Goose had just decided that moment that he had better put an end to the two’s hopes of bedding him again, as he was going to go right home and finally reacquaint himself with his old “five fingered friend” instead.

“I don’t think you really mean that,” Johnson growled and squeezed Goose’s ass, as Davidson sank to his knees and started to pull down the zipper on Goose’s pants.

“Please, don’t,” Goose gasped, although his body was tensing to start fighting them off physically.

“Man said no,” Max rumbled quietly and stepped out of the shadows. “You two into rape or something?”

“Sod off, Rockatansky,” Johnson growled. “Doesn’t concern you anymore.”

Johnson wasn’t afraid of Max. He hadn’t seen him in action on the road, and he was convinced, wrongly, that the man’s reputation was overblown.

“I think it does.” - Haven’t slept more than a couple hours a night since the wedding. Time to have it out with Goose. Fucker turned me gay, and Linda just doesn’t do it for me anymore. -

“That so?” the man sneered. “Then why you let a fine piece of ass like this get away? Chickenshit?”

“I didn’t,” Max said in a deceptively calm voice. “Come here Goose.”

That was all Goose needed to hear. He shoved Johnson and Davidson off him and stepped right next to Max.

Max’s left arm immediately went around Goose’s waist and pulled the man closer to him while his right hand whipped out his gun and aimed it at Johnson’s groin. “I suggest you find a new road partner tomorrow.”

“Or what? Ya gonna shoot me, Rockatansky? Ya don’t have the balls.”

“Do I?” Max snarled, released Goose, and faster than anyone had ever seen him move, had Johnson pinned by the throat with one hand while the gun was rammed right up between the other dom’s legs.

Davidson immediately tried to intervene, but Goose stepped right between him and the two on the wall with a look on his face that stopped Davidson in his tracks. He wasn’t a toughened road cop fighter, he was just a regular guy, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance against Goose.

Johnson was beginning to sweat, not so much at the feeling of Max’s hand choking his throat but at the barrel of the gun pushing up harder and harder into his ass by a co-worker who looked suddenly like the wild-eyed road savages they often dealt with. He was terrified that if he said one wrong word or made the slightest movement to defend himself, that Max would pull the trigger, even if he didn’t really mean to.

If he had known that Max would absolutely mean to if he was pushed just far enough, he would have begged for his life. Ins, he, he rasped with what little sarcasm he could muster, “Ya made your point.”

“And that point would be?”

“Goose is yours, ya bloody psycho.”

“From what I hear, Johnson, you’re the real psycho around here.”

“Maybe,” Johnson couldn’t stop himself from sneering. “But it didn’t stop Goosey-boy from wanting it. Ya really should pay attention to your sub’s needs, Rockatansky, or you’ll find yourself sleeping in a very cold bed.”

Something must have flashed in Max’s eyes that Johnson recognized, because he suddenly laughed at feeling the hand move from his throat and the pressure from the gun lessen. “Oh my god! You haven’t fucked him yet! No wonder he’s a bloody mess!”

“SHUT UP!” Max roared and pushed himself away, storming out of the room while Johnson and Davidson smirked in triumph and Goose quickly ran after him.

“Max! Wait!” Goose shouted.

“For what?” Max turned and shouted back. “Ya want what I can’t give ya, Goose! I can’t! I’m not ready! I can’t!”

“I know!” Goose cried and blocked his path. “I was wrong to push you at the wedding by bringing a date! I was wrong! And I deserved to be punished for it!”

Can we say bingo again?

That word “punished” was the perfect trigger, just like Goose had suspected it would be. He’d never ever, EVER disobey Max again, as he had almost lost him that time for it, and he was desperate now to prove to Max that Max really did need him, just as badly as he needed Max.

“Punished?” Max said softly and looked at Goose with dawning clarity.

Goose was careful to keep from showing any hint of a smile that would make Max see that the word had been used deliberately. He wanted Max to do what came natural to him, not feel that he was being manipulated. Goose didn’t just love him, he respected him, but with the man’s formidable stubbornness, he knew he had to help make things happen, although it had to be done very subtly. Taking a date to the wedding had NOT been subtle, and he’d sure never make a mistake like that again.

“You’re right,” Max finally said with that glint in his eye Goose was hoping for. “You were wrong. You disobeyed me, and I think it’s time I made you pay for it.”

“Nooooo,” Goose moaned and took a step back, although he made sure Max could see in his eyes that he didn’t mean it. It was role-playing time, and it was a role Goose was very good at.

Max’s hand lashed out, snagged Goose by the hair of his head and pushed him to his knees. Max knew that Goose could have fought it easily, but he had read the signal right and was playing his own role now. He was ready for the relief he wasn’t able to get anymore with Linda.

Moving thed, hd, he then cupped it under Goose’s chin, roughly lifting his face to look up at him. “Did you just say no to me too?”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed with just the right amount of excitement. “Don’t hurt me, Sir. I’ll never disobey you again. I swear.”

Of course, Goose knew that Max wasn’t about to really hurt him. It was all just part of the game, and it was why he trusted Max to play it with him and had stopped playing one-on-one with Johnson long ago. Like he had told Max once, finding a man you could really trust in such a way was very hard, but every instinct in Goose’s body told him that Max could be trusted, that he had chosen his dom well.

“That’s right, you won’t, boy,” Max snapped. “You’re mine. Say it!”

“I’m yours,” Goose sighed and lowered his eyes.

“Look at me!”

Eyes immediately locked again with the searing blue ones above, although now they were widened just a bit with a tinge of true fear. Goose might have trusted Max, but the man was so unpredictable, that he just couldn’t completely help the way his dom’s authority and intensity washed over the sub within him, making him feel completely helpless with desire for anything …... anything.

‘Anything’ would have to wait, though, as Max knew he had very little knowledge about that kind of sex between men or even between men and women, and he was terrified he would lose control and accidentally hurt his friend. He wasn’t just thinking about punishments with ropes and gags and other devices he knew little about; he was worried about simple anal sex. He’d never done it before, as the one woman long ago he’d tried it with had cried at his size and made him stop, and not only wasn’t he mentally ready to try it with a man, he wasn’t sure how best to go about it to make it work without pain to the recipient. Obviously, it was a large part of sex between gay men, Goose certainly wanted it and was used to it, but Max wouldn’t touch him there until he was damn good and ready.

“That’s better,” Max grunted at seeing the look on Goose’s face staring up at him. “I meant it, Goose. Completely. No fucking games. You’re mine, and I better never fucking see you even LOOK at someone else.”

“I understand, Max,” he nodded, deliberately showing Max he was being just as serious by using his name instead of ‘Sir’. “I’ll wait as long as you want. No men, no women, not even my hand. I really do swear, on our friendship, which means more to me than anything in the world.”

“,” M,” Max softened for a moment at the word ‘friendship’ and the enormity of what he was asking of the man. “I don’t know how else to say it, Goose, but I do want you. I just need more time. But that doesn’t mean your ass is free for anyone else. So if you have even the SLIGHTEST fucking doubt you can do this, say so now and then get up and get outta my face. I’m playing for keeps, but if you don’t think you can, I’ll take off for a while and we can fucking TRY to be just friends again when I get back. And if we can’t, if this really DOES bust our friendship, I’ll move away. Take it or leave it.”

“No!” Goose cried in fear. “Don’t go anywhere! I’m serious too, Max. I can do this. I WANT to do this. I’ve never wanted to do anything like this for anyone in my whole fucking life you.you.”

He wanted to say more, tell the man his true feelings, shout ‘I love you,’ but he knew damn well it would blow up in his face and Max would run. Max would run so far he’d never see him again. - One step at a time, - he thought. It had gotten him this far, and he wasn’t about to take any chances now.

Max wasn’t either. He continued to stare deeply into Goose’s eyes; searching them to be sure he could trust the man with something that had to be done his way or no way at all. His hand even moved to lie gently against his face, and Goose ever so slightly rubbed his cheek against Max’s palm, giving them both a shiver of pleasure.

“Can I ….. can I ask you something?” Goose spoke very hesitantly, terrified of saying the wrong thing and losing everything he’d just gained.

“Of course,” Max nodded.

“It’s just ….. just …. I ….. I ….” His damn love-sick heart was holding him up. He’d never felt so vulnerable in his life. Big tough James Goose, decorated law enforcement officer, high school rugby champion, winner of more fights than he could remember, and this one man standing over him made him feel like a child, made him feel weak, but wonderful.

“Goose,” Max spoke very tenderly and rubbed his cheek with his thumb. “Say it. I’m not gonna blow up on ya.”

“Ok,” he said with a deep breath. “I was just wondering, and it has NO bearing on what I want and WILL do for you, but are you gonna keep seeing Linda? Or seeing anyone?”

Max’s lips twisted, trying not to laugh, as he understood why the man had been afraid to ask, but he didn’t want him to think he wasn’t going to take it seriously too. “No. No one. Not even Linda.”

- THANK YOU GOD! – Goose screamed in his head.

Max may not have used a lot of words, but he had just committed himself to Goose, and Goose knew that Max Rockatansky took commitments seriously. He had never once cheated on a woman he was in a real relationship with, another reason he was so sought after as a good catch in the community by both women and men.

“Thank you,” Goose smiled.

“Show me. Show me your thanks.”

Slowly, Goose raised his hand, watching Max’s face to be sure he really had been given permission to do what he had wanted to do in Fifi’s bathroom. Was Max really going to let him touch him finally? He almost jumped for joy at the thought.

Max’s expression didn’t change as the hand fell on his zipper and carefully pulled it down. His physical arousal was only just starting again, the seriousness of their conversation had drained it somewhat, and Goose had little problem pulling it out without actually undoing his uniform.

The moment his fingers touched it, though, it began to grow quickly, until it soon stretched between them and met Goose’s face.

At that point, Goose had to physically control himself not to wrap his arms around Max’s hips and hug him tightly. The man wanted a blowjob, not be treated like a teddy bear, and Goose was determined to give Max the best fucking blowjob he’d ever had in his life.

He worshipped it, running his fingers lightly down the shaft from head to base along the top, then the sides, and then down the ever more sensitive bottom, tickling just right that ridge of skin under the head. Max didn’t move, although his breath was already quickening at the attention.

Goose next touched the large scrotum, weighing the heavy sack in the palm of one hand while running his fingers through the hair on it and blowing warm air very softly around it. He could have sworn he heard Max sigh.

Next he moved his face right into the base of the shaft and along the top of the scrotum, trying his best to get a good scenting of his dom. And boy he did. The flavor went right down his airways and swam through his system, settling in him to stay permanently. Even if everything went to hell and back and he was never allowed to again, he knew he’d never forget the true scent of Max Rockatansky. It would stay with him until the day he died.

He glanced up again at Max, who was staring down at him with his hands tight at his sides. A look passed between them, and he knew that Max knew what he had just done, as Max nodded approvingly to show him, encouraging him to continue.

His nose then ran the length of him until he reached the tip where he knew it was time to satisfy his next sense. It was time to taste.

A flicker of his tongue on the head, and that barely audible sigh he had heard turned into a very audible groan. And wanting to hear it again, Goose began to flicker his tongue all around the length, nibbling gently at that underlying skin flap, and then moving back to the scrotum to suck each side into his mouth for a right proper bathing.

“Jesus, Goose,” Max actually gasped that time at feeling his balls in the man’s mouth. Goose knew just how much pressure to put on them, just how far to pull at them before pain set in, and it was better than Max had ever had.

By the time Goose was done worshipping that part of his dom, the tip was leaking, and Goose eagerly, but slowly so Max could watch him, stuck out his tongue and licked it off, pressing the tip of his tongue deep into the slit to wiggle it around and make Max gasp again.

“You’re killing me,” the man panted above him.

“I know,” Goose grinned up at him.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“No Sir. I won’t. I’m ‘thanking’ you, remember?”

“Yeah, now thank me faster before I shove it down your throat.”

“Yes Sir,” Goose grinned again and quickly enveloped the head with his mouth.

Max’s legs almost buckled at that, his hands actually flew out, and he grabbed the railing of a stairway on one side of him and the back of a chair on the other. He was beginning to wonder if he should sit down before Goose actually made him collapse.

He didn’t get a chance to really think about it, though. His manhood was being taken to heaven by the hottest wettest suction he’d ever felt, and Goose was still only working on the head, although using his lips, tongue and even his teeth to give it every bit of attention it deserved first.

When Goose felt a hand suddenly pushing on the back of his head, however, he knew it was time to move further inward. But he continued to do it slowly, an inch at a time, savoring every pull his mouth made on Max, savoring every inch of flesh he tasted.

Max couldn’t believe it. Goose was moving slowly further and further down, further than any women had ever made it, and he began to pray that he was finally going to be deep throated, that he had finally found someone that could take him all.

His prayers were about to be answered.

With that final inch taken, Goose was working with his nose right against Max’s thatch of dark hair within the pants. His throat was entirely relaxed, and after swallowing the part of the man he had longed for for years, he slowly moved back and forth, picking up the rhythm as one hand gently massaged the ever-tightening scrotum.

If Max thought Goose had been killing him before, he was sure now that it was torture he was suffering. His cock throbbed, his hand gripped in the short blond hair, and he had to force himself not to start thrusting his hips and actually fuck the tight perfect mouth like his body was craving to.

The feel of Max’s hand on the back of his head, entwined in his hair, was exactly what Goose wanted too, and he moaned with pleasure around the satiny heat in his mouth, as his other hand clenched and unclenched on his thigh in an effort not to pull out his own manhood and stroke himself. He knew he would have to wait for permission for that, although it never even crossed his mind to reach up and touch any other part of Max with that hand. He had been trained as a sub by others too well.

Max probably wouldn’t have noticed if he had; he was too far gone in the sensations that Goose was pulling out of him. He felt like he was being turned inside out all over with the center of gravity in the universe suddenly coming from Goose’s mouth. – Oh oh oh god oh god – he started chanting in his mind, while all he allowed out of his mouth were louder and louder gasps until the “OH FUCK!” shout rang through the air, his other hand joined the one already on Goose’s head, and he pulled the man’s head tight up against him, spasming and releasing down his throat.

Goose didn’t struggle for even a second. He had never considered spitting it out, he wanted to swallow, and he sucked the fluid jetting out of the pulsing organ as hard as he could into himself with satisfaction. Max was in his body finally, and if Goose was lucky, it wouldn’t be the only way.

It was enough for Max, however. The orgasm that ripped through him left him breathless and weak, and when it finally came to an end, his hands pulled backwards on Goose’s head, he collapsed back into a chair, and one hand ran through his hair in amazement while the other quickly pushed his very sensitive manhood back into his pants.

Goose didn’t move. He stayed on his knees and waited for Max to say something. Although he knew full well what he had done to Max and would do for him over and over again if wanted, what the man really wanted at that specific moment, wanted more than anything, was to hear a kind word from Max, a word that told him and confirmed to him his worth.

He got it in the form of a reward. “I’m taking ya home now. You can take care of yourself.”

(END CHAPTER 8)