Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 9

Goose did indeed take care of himself that night after he had been allowed to pleasure Max. He laid alone in his bed, closed his eyes and pictured Max above him, as he finally came for the first time since Fifi’s apartment weeks ago. Only 15 minutes later he came again …… and again …… and again before he finally fell asleep in exhaustion and woke up feeling better than he had in ages.

The new day brought the “order” back to him, though, as the moment he slid into the seat when Max picked him up for work, Max grunted just one word at him and Goose knew what he meant. Max said very quietly but firmly, “Stop.”

Max was finally catching on, and they were both loving every minute of it now.

Unfortunately, their euia aia at the new feeling in their relationship was shattered when they got to the station. Johnson and Davidson had told everyone that Max hadn’t actually fucked Goose, and their co-workers were just a bit annoyedt tht their wager had been wrong and money had to pass hands again. Even Fifi took it out on them at having to give back his winnings.

The commander was actually so annoyed that he was tempted to order them into his office and make them go at it on the desk where he could watch. But he knew Max would never go for it, although he suspected correctly that Goose wouldn’t care in the least who saw them. He did pull them into his office, though, when he saw them standing near each other and smiling after weeks of being separated to find out just what the hell had happened the night before. He wasn’t about to completely take Johnson’s word on anything thad tod to do with Goose.

“OK Rockatansky, Goose, spill it. You two back together or is Goose still riding with Johnson?”

“Goose is mine,” was all Max would say. Goose hadn’t even considered answering. He willingly left it up to Max to make those kinds of decisions in their relationship.

“You OK with that, Goose?” Fifi had to ask, although he could see how Max had already moved his hand onto Goose’s lower back and the way the man was beaming with pleasure at the possessive touch.

“Yeah,” Goose grinned at his commander. “I wanna ride with Max.” - ON Max – he couldn’t help but think.

“Fine, anything to make my best team happy,” Fifi grunted with a roll of his eyes. “Now get outta here, and for god’s sake hurry up and shag this week so I can win back my fucking money.”

Max just flipped him the finger over his shoulder, as they left the office and Fifi’s roar of laugher behind them.

In the main room, Max’s hand moved to Goose’s arm and stopped him in place with a tight squeeze. He was ready to make an announcement, as he didn’t feel like beinaredared at any longer. “Listen up everyone!” he shouted to the room. “I’m only gonna say this once so ya better fucking listen cuz believe me, ya don’t wanna make me hafta repeat myself.”

No one made a sound.

The hand on Goose’s arm moved up and wrapped around the back of Goose’s neck, and he shook the man slightly as though to show him off. “Ya see this? man man, Jim Goose, is off the fucking market. Anyone touches him answers to me. Starting today we’re riding together again, and if ya wanna know when I REALLY ride him, you can fucking go to hell, cuz it ain’t any of your fucking business.”

With that kind of speech made, Max figured they would be laughed at or the men would shrug and turn away; what he didn’t expect was a standing ovation. Every man except Johnson, Davidson and Bentley stood and clapped with huge grins on their faces. They’d still place their wages for fun, but things would go back to normal again, the way most every one of them wanted.

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That normal lasted for three weeks.

Goose didn’t wack off, Max didn’t touch him except for the little ways he had used to before the wedding, and Goose wasn’t allowed to touch Max in any way. The one time he made the mistake of offering to suck Max when they were on the road and came across something mighty entertaining, was the day a newly comfortable normality for Max turned to a wretched hell.

It was another hot scorching day; they were sitting in the car having just eaten lunch on the side of the road when they caught sight of a flash in the tall grasses on the other side. Both immediately pulled out their binoculars to look, and lo and behold were two men going at it doggie style.

Max started to lower his binoculars, changed his mind, then lowered them again, then changed his mind again. He had never even seen videos or pictures of men together in that way, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about seeing it for real in the flesh.

Goose knew how it made him feel; it made him horny as hell, although he usually was just from working with Max. This was bringing it to the surface, though, and he glanced over at Max’s lap to see whether his partner was feeling the same thing too.

He was, and both hands gripped tight to the binoculars, as his mouth gaped at seeing the forms move faster and faster until they stiffened and cried out.

“Let me, please,” Goose said softly and moved cross the seat closer to Max.

Max didn’t hear him. His entire focus was still on the scene, and Goose took it mistakenly as permission. He should have known better.

His hand grasped Max’s length through the uniform and squeezed, and Max’s head hit the ceiling of the car with a loud CRACK, almost knocking himself out cold as he fell back and and shoved Goose away from him.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA DOING?” he screamed at the man while he fought the darkness spiking behind his eyes. – If I pass out now, he’ll probably ravage me while I lay here unconscious! -

“Oh god I’m sorry, Max” Goose cried and bowed his head in fear. “I thought …. I thought you wanted me to. It was an honest mistake, I swear!”

“HERE?” Max’s eyes were practically bugging out of his head. “IN MY FUCKING CAR ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD IN BROAD DAY LIGHT?”

“Yes,” Goose squeaked and tightened his body in advance of the blow he expected to feel at any second.

“GET OUT!” Max wasn’t about to hit him. He could barely think straight from the knock on his head.

“What?” Goose’s face flew up in shock. Leaving him on the road without a car was dangerous. He couldn’t believe Max would say that.

“GET OUT YA FUCKING WANKER!”

The man jumped that time, rolling out of the car as fast as he could as he grabbed a shot gun from the seat to take with him. He wasn’t about to let Max leave him weaponless too.

Seconds later the car peeled out, kicking up dirt and rocks at Goose as Max roared down the road as fast as he could. Only a few miles away, as soon as he could focus again, having desperately needed the white line racing past him to drive the darkness back from his eyes, he pulled over, took a deep breath then turned around and raced back.

Goose had already started walking, found the car hidden by the two men having an afternoon romp, loaded the terrified civilians in by gun point and was driving back to the station at a mean pace. He was so furious that he had no desire to look for Max first.

By the time Max returned to the same spot, Goose was long gone, not a trace of where he had vanished was left on the wind-swept highway. Up and down the road he walked, searching gullies and fields, thinking that his partner must have been ambushed and hurt, and was beside himself that he could have lost his partner in such a short amount of time.

As the sun beat mercilessly down on him, and his face started to tremble at a feeling of loss he’d never experienced before, he finally caved and called Fifi at the station from the nearest town, praying that someone there had heard something somehow.

“YOU WHAT?” Fifi blustered into the phone, although Goose was standing right beside him.

“I can’t find him!” Max cried loudly in despair.

“HOW THE FUCK DID YA LOSE YOUR PARTNER?” Fifi and Goose were trying not to laugh. Although it was cruel, Max needed to be taught a lesson before his temper got someone killed.

“Oh God Fifi, we got in a stupid fight. My fault and I kicked him outta the car. He could be DEAD already! I’ve looked EVERYWHERE!”

“Calm down, Max!” Fifi hurried to reassure the man. He didn’t want the man freaking out TOO much. “If Goose was armed, I’m sure he’s fine. You know as well as I do that he can takre ore of himself. Give it another hour and then come back. If you don’t find him, we’ll organize a search party.”

“OK,” Max sighed into the phone and hung up. “If I find ya, Goose,” he spoke to himself in the filthy bar where he had found a phone. “I swear I’ll apologize. I was wrong. Just don’t be dead on me now. Don’t do this to me.”

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Two hours later the anguished man walked into the station, sure that his best friend had to be dead and it was just a matter of time before they stumbled across his plundered body.

“GOOSE!” That body was standing perfectly whole across the room, and Max ran in joy, wrapping his arms around the man.

Goose was smiling brightly, his own arms tight around Max, and the two men stood theholdholding each other as Max choked back tears, buried his face into Goose’s neck and breathed in deeply, desperately.

“I’m OK,” Goose said quietly in Max’s ear as he rubbed the shg mag man’s back.

“Oh God, Goose,” Max breathed into his neck. “I’m so fucking sorry. All my fault.”

“Ya damn right it is,” Fifi spoke up while everyone continued to stare. “You ever pull a stunt like that again and you’ll be back to riding the white line alone.”

Max’s face lifted, he stared at Fifi, understanding suddenly what had REALLY happened, and nodded slightly in acceptance of the rebuke. He could take it, the pain of losing Goose had hurt that bad, and Max was going to be sure he never did anything that stupid again.

“Let’s get some dinner,” he said to Goose as he released him. “I’m fucking starved now.”

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Yet another three weeks passed, and Max was completely broken off with Linda. He had finally told her the last time she called that she needed to stop calling him, they didn’t have a future, and that he was seeing someone else. He had tried to be nice about it, even apologizing for hurting her, but he had stayed firm and made sure she understood that they weren’t going to have a physical relationship anymore.

That set her off, knowing she was losing a good lover and a good catch to someone else. So with a need to know who it was, she took to watching him when he was in town, watching him interact with every woman he came across, hoping she could figure it out. Not one of the local townswomen stood out to her as being the one he was interested in, however, as they treated Max the same way they always did, flirting or friendly-like, and he treated them back in the exact same manner. To the gay men of the community, it was obvious Max Rockatansky was still keeping himself in the closet.

It was Bentley that decided that it was time to end Max’s secret. He knew he just couldn’t do it in a way that would fallk onk on his head at the station because of the unwritten rule. He knew he’d never have a chance with Max, that Goose had his claws in the man, and that even though the gay men of the force could sense this time around that their relationship still hadn’t been completely consummated yet, it wouldn’t be much longer before it was.

The set-up of outing Max pretpretty easy for Bentley. Fifi was looking for a new secretary, and Bentley discovered that Linda, Max’s ex-girlfriend, was looking for a new job. On an anonymous note slipped under her door made to look like Max’s writing, he wrote:

Hey babe,

No reason we can’t still be friends. Who knows what’ll happen. I really do miss you. Why don’t you come by the station tomorrow at noon? Fifi needs a secretary. Might be a way we can figure something out if we spend time together here where I usually am.

Max

At noon the next day, Linda walked right in, armed with her resume and armed with her hottest outfit to not only get the job, but hopefully to get Max back too. The minute she saw him, though, standing close to Goose in a corner with his hand on the side of the man’s hip, a man who was gazing at Max with obvious adoration as they talked, she figured it out. She knew who the other “woman” was, and she knew that she should have seen it coming a mile away since the day of the wedding.

“MAAAAAX!” she shrieked through the room, and everyone stilled.

Max stiffened at the voice, knowing it was over, that he was outed, but he was damn well going to take it like a man. Very slowly he turned to her, as she huffed crossed the room towards him and Goose.

“What are ya doing here, Linda?” he asked calmly, as he pulled Goose to him and dug his fingers down into the man’s pants on the side of his hip. He wasn’t about to act ashamed at being caught. He had known it would happen eventually, and he was ready to face it head on.

“You told me to come here!” she shouted and stared down at his hand on Goose. “But for what? To show me you’re a fucking queer too?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t ask ya to come here.”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s this?” she smirked triumphantly and threw the note at him.

Max caught it, read it and carefully looked around the room. He knew he had been set up. From the sea of faces surrounding them, though, only one appeared nervous …… Bentley.

“Looks like my writing, but it’s not. Someone here wanted ya to know about me and Goose. Doesn’t matter who, but now ya know. So get lost if ya can’t stand the sight of me. I’m gay and I don’t give a shit who knows anymore.”

“How can you be gay?” she shouted up into his passive face. “After all the things we did? This is fucking unreal! I know you want these!” And with that, she yanked up her top, exposing her bare breasts.

It took every ounce of Goose’s self control not to slap the woman.

Max thought it was hysterical. He began laughing; his arm leaving Goose’s hip and wrapping around Goose’s shoulders to help keep himself from falling down with merriment at what the woman would do in the middle of a roomful of hardened men.

It started Goose chuckling too, and his own arm moved around Max’s waist for the first time to hold the man tightly to him as they laughed and laughed together.

“I want’em!” one of the straight men shouted, and then broke down laughing too.

Soon, the whole room was laughing, and Linda started to cry, “I thought we could be friends! I thought we had something special!”

“Awwww geez, Linda,” Max started, his laughter receding at seeing tears on a woman he had cared for. “I’m sorry, but unless you can accept me with Goose, we can’t even be friends.”

“Max, please!” she wailed and threw herself at him in a last ditch attempt to sway him. “I can turn you back! Make you straight again! Just let me try!”

Her arms were around his neck, clinging to him, and Max immediately released Goose, moving he and Linda away from the other man before his partner blew up and said or did something he knew the man would regret later.

“Look Linda,” he said as he gently pulled her arms off him and proceeded to lead her outside. “Let’s talk about this in private.”

Max hadn’t so much as glanced at Goose when he spoke to Linda and walked out of the room, but even if he had told Goose to stay where he was, Goose wouldn’t have listened. The very moment the door closed behind them, Goose raced across the room and watched every movement they made from the window.

So did the other men. They were all lined up next to and behind Goose, wanting to see if the attractive woman was actually going to sway Max or not. Several even started trying to place bets, but it was odds no one was willing to take.

Linda tried her best. She kept touching him, crying and holding him, but although his hands held her back and rubbed her soothingly, he kept his face on the window behind her, assuring Goose with specific looks between them that the man had nothing to fear. Max was not going to be with Linda ever again.

When Linda finally gave up, she contented herself with the knowledge that although she had lost Max, she hadn’t lost him to another woman, and she was going to go right into town that day and make sure everyone knew. Soon the whole community would know that their best road cop, Max Rockatansky, was gay too.

Max just outwardly shrugged her sniping off, although he was boiling inside that Bentley had outed him before he had been readydo ido it himself. Bentley was going to pay for that mistake ……. soon.

He walked back inside, the men drifted away from the window and Goose followed him to the locker room. Neither knew that Bentley had already escaped into there.

“You smell like perfume now,” Goose remarked at watching Max silently undress.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Can’t stand it. Never really could. Shit, go get some towels. These are all wet.”

By the time Goose found clean ones, Max had discovered Bentley shaking in terror in a dark corner, hoping not to be spotted. He knew Max had figured it out from the look he had given him when he had scanned the room, and he was thinking now that he should have ran further than the locker room, as no one was in the vicinity to protect him.

“Jesus Christ, Max” Goose hissed in shock at seeing what Max was doing to the man. He had Bentley gagged with a wet towel, bent over a bench on his knees with his pants down, and his shotgun barrel was shoved right up the man’s ass.

“Is this what ya wanted from me, Bentley?” Max growled, ignoring Goose for the moment.

Bentley’s head was shaking violently back and forth as tears ran down his face. He was hurting, but much worse was the belief he was going to die by the “mad” man on the force. “Told ya not to fuck with Goose, and bringing Linda here was definitely fucking. So now I think I’m gonna fuck with YOU.” And he pushed it in even furthes Bes Bentley screamed in terror behind the gag with no one hearing but Max and Goose.

Goose couldn’t believe it, but then again, knowing Max, he could. His eyes met with Max’s in worry, and he breathed a sigh of relief then at seeing that Max’s eyes weren’t wild like he had feared they would be. They were calm eyes, telling him he wouldn’t seriously harm the other man, that he was only looking to put the “fear of Max” into him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”tleytley started screaming behind the gag, quite muffled but clear enough for their ears to make out what he was saying.

“Ya better quit thrashing, Bentley,” Max warned. “Or my finger might just slip on the trigger.”

Naturally, Bentley didn’t know it, but the gun wasn’t loaded. Max had checked to be sure first. “Noooooooo,” Bentley moaned.

“Yesssssss,” Max hissed and pulled the trigger, an audible click sounding that caused Bentley to screech and pass out.

The game was over, and Max fell back laughing at the sight of the unconscious man with a shotgun shoved up his ass. He was quite sure now that Bentley wouldn’t dare fuck with him and Goose ever again, and if he did, the next time the shotgun would be loaded, the next time Max would be sure it was just the two of them alone on the road with no witnesses.

Goose was almost hyperventilating at what had just happened. He was laughing, but he was also overpowered by the intensity of it, the rush of everything else that had just happened with Linda, and the thrill of how he had won Max in front of all their co-workers. He knew life with Max would never be boring.

When Max’s laughter finally died, he stood straight, smiled at Goose and said, “Clean my gun and throw Bentley in a corner. I’m gonna hop in the shower now.”

“Yes Sir,” Goose nodded. He knew he wouldn’t be invited in the shower with Max. Ever since their relationship had changed from just friendship to “something” more, Max had refused to shower with him, and Goose suspected it was now because Max wanted him more than ever in THAT way but didn’t want to lose control at work.

He was absolutely right about that. The avoidance of showering with a man he had showered with for years before had started out from disgust, anger, and fear of both himself and of Goose. As time had gone by, though, under Goose’s careful manipulations, Max’s feelings had changed to only fear, a shy kind of fear of showing his arousal so blatantly at work in a shower full of other naked men. Max knew he was very close to taking Goose, and the thought of seeing his ass bare and dripping with water haunted him so much that he avoided every opportunity to see it.

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The day finally came two weeks later.

Those two weeks hadn’t been so bad for Max in respects to the community’s acceptance of his relationship with Goose. The two men ate dinner in town a few times, saw a couple movies together, and Max only touched Goose in the barest of ways outside the station, where he never touched him very much anyways.

They also hadn’t had another sexual encounter since the blow job, and although Max relieved himself at home every night after a day of working with Goose, Goose didn’t disobey the order of “stop” that Max had given him.

The man was churning inside to cum after weeks of abstinence, but not even a hand stroking on his bare length in the shower one day would get him to release for someone other than Max.

It was late at night, most of the men had gone home, Max had been sent on a solo mission that only required one man, and Goose was trapped between Johnson and Davidson again. As much as he wanted to fight, he found himself backed into a wall in the shower, naked with two other naked mend bld blood was rushing into his long neglected manhood under Davidson’s skilled hands. It certainly didn’t help either that Johnson’s strong dom personality was keeping a weakened Goose from being able to struggle as much as his mind screamed at him to.

He didn’t want to be pleasured by these men. He hadn’t asked for it, and it sickened him that he couldn’t control himself from hardening at the sensations. – Oh god! Oh god oh god I need to cum! Max shoulda let me cum! I can’t take this! I can’t take this! Why is Max torturing me so much? I’m only fucking human! –

But as much as he questioned it in his near-sexual hysteria, he wouldn’t touch the other men. He also knew deep down inside that they could stroke him all he wanted and he would never cum for them. Never. His honest love for Max gave him the extra willpower he needed in that way, as his natural sexual submissiveness in his past encounters with Johnson kept him from being able to fully resist at least feeling a little of what his body so badly needed.

With hands splayed against the shower wall, his head shook back and forth moaning, “No, no, no, stop, please, stop, no, no, stop.”

“Shhhhhh, Goosey, shhhhhh,” Johnson cooed and nipped firmly at the man’s shoulder, as his fingers on one hand pinched at Goose’s nipple, pulling it out almost painfully.

Davidson didn’t say a word. His two hands were working fast on Goose’s manhood, and he was humping the side of Goose’s upper thigh between his legs. If his dom could keep Goose still long enough, Davidson was going to shoot all over the man’s leg. He had already been given permission with the silent signal they had perfected years ago.

Everything changed the moment Johnson’s other hand traveled elsewhere, however. He was forcing his hand between Goose’s legs in an attempt to finger fuck him, and although it was something he had done to Goose many times in the past, it was just enough of a shock to be touched there after so long that it snapped Goose completely out of his almost trance-like state.

“I SAID NO!” Goose roared and pushed both men off him. He had finally found the strength to fight, and he wasn’t about to let it go on for even another moment.

CLAP … CLAP ... CLAP they heard from the far corner of the showers where someone had been watching the whole thing very quietly. Max knew how to move with stealth; he was extremely good at it.

With a deep sigh he walked fully clothed into the room, and Goose started to move towards him, until he saw the look of deadly fury radiating from Max’s eyes, radiating at HIM and not just at the other two men. Goose knew then that he was in trouble too.

“Shit,” he whimpered and moved away from everyone to the farthest side of the shower.

Davidson was right behind Goose in that retreat; he didn’t want to be anywhere near “mad” Max when he reached them. Johnson may have thought that the man’s reputation was over-blown, but Davidson was sure it wasn’t.

“Didn’t I tell ya Goose was mine?” Max said only to Johnson.

“Sure, Rockatansky,” the man laughed contemptuously. “But you must’ve seen the hard-on we gave him. The man needs a good fucking, and he ain’t getting it with you.”

Shaking. Max was shaking. Black rage he kept in check most of the time was working its way up from the deepest recesses of his soul. He was about to enter his kill-zone, and Johnson was about to find out just how wrong he was about underestimating “mad” Max.

“What’s the matter MAAAD Max?” Johnson taunted him. “Are you a deaf eunuch too?”

Goose closed his eyes.

Davidson gasped.

Max smiled.

“You’re not worth my time,” he grunted and turned away, reigning in the “madness” before it over-whelmed him.

“I knew it!” Johnson shouted in glee. “You’re not just a fucking lousy lover; you’re a fucking coward too!”

Johnson didn’t even get a chance to lift his arms in defense. They were suddenly on the ground with the rest of his body buried under Max, who was proceeding to very efficiently bash the man’s head into the hard tiled floor.

The attack had happened so swiftly that Johnson flailed helplessly, moaning in pain as blood began to seep out of gashes opening in his head. Davidson was moaning too, in terror that he would be next, and he crawled into the corner next to Goose, fell to his knees and clutched at the man’s legs in a desperate plea for protection.

Goose didn’t even notice or feel the other man clinging to his legs. He was standing in shock. He knew that Johnson was quite likely about to die.

The only sounds in the room were the moans of two men, the crack of that head over and over, and Max’s grunts of animal-like fury, as he finally eliminated the only other high alpha male dom on the Main Force Patrol. The primal savage in him rejoiced.

It wasn’t until Johnson stilled completely, his arms no longer trying to push at Max or his mouth moving in torment that Max dropped him fully, sensing his enemy was defeated, and stood up. He turned to Davidson then, who howled in fear and tried to frantically bury himself between Goose’s legs.

Max didn’t care. That animal in him wanted the other man to pay for the crime of touching his mate too. But Goose cared. He knew what it felt like to be that scared of a single man. He remembered quite well when he had been forced to use his safe place in his mind the few times he had mistakenly picked the wrong man as a dom for a night and wasn’t sure if he would survive the experience or not. Goose knew that Max could never understand that kind of fear, that he wasn’t capable of it, and because of that, he it it was up to him to protect the sub at his feet as best he could.

“Calm down, Max” he said. “No reason to hurt Davidson.”

“He touched you.” Max’s voice was low, guttural, and he stepped closer to them like the predator he was. “You LET him touch you.”

“Oh Jesus,” Goose rushed in horror, feeling very much like the prey. “Take it out on me. Not him. Let him go. Johnson’s still breathing. Don’t be a cop killer now too.”

Max turned his head at that, saw the faint rise and fall of Johnson’s chest, something he had already known, and grinned the grin of a man looking down into hell and seeing Disney World instead. He knew full well that Johnson was still breathing. It was no accident, as by only the skin of his teeth Max had managed to hold back the tiniest sliver of rage and not actually plunge fully onto that rollercor rir ride into hell.

Turning back to Goose, he gave just one warning. “Get away from him.”

“No.”

Nostrils flared, the predator moved fast again, and Goose went flying into another wall. Davidson screamed like a banshee, tried to run, but Max tackled him, bringing the man down and landing one blow before Goose was on his back, pummeling him.
ET OET OFF ME!” Max roared and twisted around to defend himself from the force of the strikes.

“Run Davidson! Get Johnson outta here!”

Davison didn’t have to be told twice. He scrambled out from under Max, grabbed Johnson by the arms and pulled his unconscious body out of the shower room. Max no longer cared, all his focus was on Goose. He hadn’t wanted to beat the other man as severely as Johnson, anyways; just a few smacks to show the man that he couldn’t get away unscathed from touching what was his.

“You’re sick, Max!” Goose shouted while he was forced from being on the offensive to suddenly being on the defensive.

“I’m not the one in here letting myself be manhandled!” he shouted back as they wrestled. “You told me you could handle it! You told me you could wait! I fucking trusted you!”

Max knew, of course, that Goose had put a stop to it just before he had clapped mademade his presence known, but it was seeing Goose’s physical responses to the men’s attention to his body that Max felt burning through his mind. A part of him wanted to hurt Goose too, make him pay for the betrayal.

“For the love of fucking god, Max! You CAN trust me! But I’m only fucking human! I tried and if you hadn’t come in they woulda had to rape me ‘cuz I wasn’t gonna let them! I swear! I wanted them to stop! I did!”

“Stop?” Max snarled as he flipped Goose over on his stomach and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Why would ya want to stop what you’ve been whining for for months? Huh? A big fat cock up your ass! Isn’t that what ya want, Goosey-boy? Ya wanna be split in half on cock?”

“Not like this,” Goose cried into the tile, his body stilling in d. H. He knew just how big that cock was, and he wasn’t prepared to take it yet, although he knew he had little choice unless he wanted to struggle more and push Max even further away. It was a choice he didn’t like making, but he was honestly hoping that if Max took his fury out on him, they could then move past it and Davidson would be spared. He was willing to be the sacrificial lamb to save a fellow sub.

Max didn’t even hear that one muffled plea. The feel is bis bare cock on that bare ass was all encompassing, and before Goose could open his mouth to tell Max what he could do to make it easier for him, Max pushed himself into his sub’s wet, shower-soaked ass, claiming him in entirety.

“AHHHHHHHH!” Goose wailed and tried to buck Max off him. But it was too late; Max was already half buried, and it only proceeded to drive him further into the man.

Goose’s mouth clamped closed, his body stilled flat against the floor at being completely impaled, and he bit hard into his lip to keep from crying out again as tears ran from his eyes and blood ran from within.

“Oh god, Goose!” Max shouted and began thrusting, not aware of the horrible pain he was causing the man.

Oblivious, he continued over and over, harder and deeper, as his balls slapped solidly against the man’s cheeks. It was better than he could have ever imagined. A woman’s tight sex was nothing compared to the tightness of being enveloped in Goose, and it was such a revelation that he suddenly knew it was going to be something he would want to do every day for the rest of his life. Jim Goose was his, and he was going to make sure he stayed his.

Goose wanted it every day too, but it was going to take a few good days of healing before he’d willingly let Max do it again. He couldn’t believe how much itt, bt, but he kept his mind focused on it, didn’t escape to his safe spot, and waited for Max to finish so that he could curl up and comfort himself. As soon as he was able to, he was also planning to throw every kind of lubricant he had at Max and teach the man all about anal sex preparation now that he had finally broken and done it. Goose was going to be the teacher on this subject or Max was never going to touch his ass ever again. One mistake could be forgiven in the heat of anger, but there was no way he would allow him to get away with it uneducated.

“GOOOOOSE!” Max soon roared, shuddered, and pushed down as far as he could, pouring himself into the man’s raw, bleeding ass.

At the cry of completion, Goose cried both tears of joy and tears of pain, his face flat on the cold wet floor, while Max arched his own towards the ceiling, continuing to howl in pleasure. Max’s hands had never left the floor on each side of Goose’s back, but the moment he came down from those earth-shattering heights, his entire body fell heavily onto Goose, and he panted exhaustively into the back of the man’s neck.

“God almighty Goose,” he breathed followed quickly by, “Nooooo …. nooooo,” when he saw the tears running from the eyes under his.

As fast as he could he withdrew, saw the blood on himself and moaned once again, “Noooo,” at realizing what he had done.

Scrambling in shame, a horrified Max sloshed across the wet floor and sat up against the wall, his head falling into his hands, as his own tears came forth. He had really gone and hurt Goose. He had lost control and hurt the only person he truly cared about in his life.

“’S OK, mate,” Goose groaned and pulled himself over to Max. “I know you didn’t mean to. Didn’t know. I could’ve fought ya more.”

“You should have! Oh god, Goose! You should have! I didn’t wanna hurt you! Not really! I wasn’t even gonna hurt Davidson much! Just teach the little fucker a lesson. I’m not sick! I’m not! I’m not!”

“I know you’re not, Max,” Goose assured him. “I just said that because of Davidson. I’m glad ya beat the living shit outta Johnson. Asshole deserved it. But I’m glad ya would have held back for Davidson. I have to admit that I understand a little of what it’s like to be in his place.”

“You do?” Max asked, looking up with a tear-streaked face. “Is that how you feel with me? The shitty way Johnson treats Davidson makes me sick. Do I do that to you too?”

“No!” Goose practically shouted and placed his hands firm on both sides of Max’s trembling face. “You treat me exactly how I WANT and LET you treat me. I’m a big boy, Max. If I didn’t like it, I’d have told you to shove off like I told Johnson years ago when he was my dom. I just don’t think Davidson always has a full choice in the matter, even though he definitely likes more extreme stuff than me.”

“But …. but Goose, I didn’t exactly give you a choice just now when I …. when I took you. And you got nothing out of it. Johnson was right. I’m a fucking lousy lover, and I swear to god I’ll never touch you again if you hate me now. Just say the word. Never again.”

Goose wanted to laugh loudly at the irony, laugh at the idea of never wanting Max in him again, laugh at never wanting Max to touch him or be near him again. But he held it back and pulled the anguished man to him, wrapping his arms around him as it was reciprocated eagerly.

They held each other then, one naked, one clothed, one hurting physically, one hurting emotionally, but the warmth of their friendship saved them, and the warmth of the falling water washed away the blood and tears.

(END CHAPTER 9)