Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2021 03:51:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop <ropingtop@aol.com>
Subject: Slave Wozeck and claimant Max - installment 1

Olga came into the office where Wozeck was working away at his latest
translation project.
"Woj", she said, using the claimants' nickname for Wozeck.  "Max is here
to go home with  you."

Wozeck looked up from his desk and smiled.  Max had called to tell him he
might be picking him up.   That meant there was probably a stop for a
drink on the way home, and probably a superb night of sex ahead of them.
There were no performances  at the theater tonight, but as Max once said
to him
"We are always performers , for an audience or for each other."

Max was Wozeck's third claimant and his favorite by far.  He had been
claimed only six months ago, but he liked Max.  He liked Max a LOT.  Max
was responsible for getting permission for him to not have to wear the
standard "rank uniform" to work, which Wozeck hated (he still had to wear
the lapel pin that said "claimed" and "used" via the color symbols), but
every couple of weeks, Max would surprise him either with something new
for his wardrobe, or took him out to pick himself.  Today, wozeck was
wearing one of Max' favorites:  a somewhat wildly patterned shirt that
was mostly yellow orange with a black abstract design, and very snug
black pants.  He kept only one button opened, for work purposes,  but
when he knew Max was there, he opened a second one.  He thought about
opening a third, but he decided to leave that to Max.

"Are you nearly finished woj?"  Max was standing in the doorway,
smiling.
"I could go visit one of the local brothels or something and come back
when you're done." He smiled.  Wozeck smiled too.  Even the very
unflattering gold collared rank uniform, indicating that Max was at the
highest level of the ruling elite, couldn't take away from Max's
beautiful black eyes, his sexy smile, and the sense of confidence he
always carried.

"No Sir.  I simply need to finish this one sentence.  Croatian is not
that easy for me.  Just ten seconds."   He finished and got up and went
to Max.  Max stood about four inches taller than wozeck did, and when he
put his arm around wozeck, the young man's head barely came to Max's
armpit.

Wozeck had been "taken" during the wars in which his country, and many
others, were overrun by the "Alliance"  as the members called
themselves.  His parents, freedom fighters, had been killed in the war,
as had been the parents of so many other children.  There were so many
that when the surrender was complete, and the Alliance had occupied his
country,  they had set up complexes for raising the children until they
could be functioning adults.  There had been six of them in Wozeck's
country, and he had been assigned to Complex 4.  In this respect, he was
lucky:  each of the complexes was run by a different "headmaster" or
"headmistress," and while there was a uniform set of guidelines they had
to carry out, HOW they carried them out was up to the head.  Also, where
the guidelines were silent, there was some "social engineering" that the
children had no idea was happening.

For example,  the headmaster of Complex 1 believed that prole children
should not be allowed to breed, period.  Since the surgery became more
risky  as the children grew older, and losing valuable labor to failed
experiments was not something a headmaster wanted,  the children, both
boys and girls, were subjected to laser treatment to destroy their sexual
organs.  They would grow up as totally functioning adults, who simply
could not reproduce.
The headmistress of Complex 2 had a different view.  She saw the proles
as a chance to renew labor sources, but she wanted their breeding
controlled.  Hence, she had every child in her Complex fitted with
chastity early on.

The headmaster of Wozeck's Complex had a completely different idea.  In
his view, while the children WERE being raised to be used as slave labor
in the future, they were also being trained to serve at the pleasure of
their conquerors.  It was best if they developed their sexuality early
on:  they could catch on to their eventual claimants' needs that much
faster.  He went so far as to provide "playrooms" where the children
could act out their fantasies.  That was where Wozeck first learned about
how much he resembled the rebellion leader Stanislaus.

The legends of Stanislaus were known by every child.  Successful in
battle, clever,  fearless,  he had eventually been captured in an
ambush.  He had killed twenty Alliance soldiers before he was taken .
The orders were that he was to be taken alive.  When he was, he was
brought to the Alliance Leader, Lord Miller,  who claimed him
immediately.  Stanislaus remained his sex slave for a dozen years before,
one day, in an act that was still spoken of with reverence, he took Lord
Miller's life and then his own.  He was only 33.

The pictures of Stanislaus that circulated DID show the similarties:
blond, very icy blue eyes, rosy complexion , and a short, compact body
that leaned toward chubby.  Wozeck wasn't his son, but he could be, based
on looks.  When the children acted out the story of Stanislaus, it was
always  Wozeck whom they picked to play the rebel leader.  Too young to
know anything about the "sex" part of "sex slave," they simply turned
Wozeck into their slave and played as children did.

Complex life was fairly good for the children:  they were educated, and
treated well.  They were being raised at the Complexes until they were
16, at which point, they could be claimed by the ruling elite.  Even
then, there were rules, as we shall see.

Wozeck was 14 when he had his first serious crush, and the crush was
reciprocated.  The Complex had lost a fair number of occupants to
claiming:  Wozeck's headmaster was very good at placing his charges, and
a new group of youngsters were transferred from a crowded camp in the
south to Complex 4.  That's how Wozeck met Pietro.  When the new boys
were introduced to the residents, Wozeck thought Pietro smiled at him.
He was right.  That night, at supper, Pietro came to the seat next to
Wozeck.

"Ciao.  Is it ok if I join you?"  He smiled.  Wozeck didn't understand
what he was feeling, but he felt warm, and good,  and smiled back.
"Yes, of course.  I saw you this morning at orientation."
"I saw you too." Pietro's eyes were dark and they were piercing.  "In
fact, I couldn't stop looking at you."
Wozeck didn't know where his words came from, but he answered
"You don't have to.  Until we fall asleep."
Wozeck checked to see if one of the playrooms were free that night.
 When he found one, he and Pietro retired to that room.
"I'm used to top bunk as the Alliance says.  Is that ok?"
"Top bunk?  There's only one bed Pietro."
Pietro laughed.  "I will explain.  Little by little.  Just come along."
He kissed Wozeck, and that first kiss woke up feelings Wozeck didn't even
know he had.  It was the first time he had ever tasted another man's
cock:  Pietro wanted to fuck him, but however liberal the Headmaster was,
he was very clear:  anal play was not permitted:  he wanted his charges
to be "unusued" or "pure" when they were put up for claiming.

Pietro and Wozeck were inseparable for a year.  But Pietro was a year
older  than Wozeck and when he turned 16, his profile had been posted as
available for claiming.  One morning, when Wozeck woke up, Pietro was
gone.  It would be more than 40 years before he saw him again.

Then it was his turn.  At 16, Wozeck's photo and information was posted
as "available for claiming."  There was more than one interested party.
 For the following week, the Headmaster called Wozeck to his office every
day in order to meet a potential claimant.  Wozeck had been trained in
the answers he was supposed to give, and did not disappoint the
headmaster.  Yet the headmaster rejected all but one of the claimants.
Wozeck knew that questioning the Headmaster was not encouraged, but he
did anyway.

"Headmaster Smyrlova, you have denied so many who would take me.  May I
ask why, so that I can learn to distinguish what is good and what is
not?"
The way Wozeck phrased the question pleased Alex Smyrlova:  he would do
his best to find this one a proper beginning.
"Wozeck, while it is true that at 16, you are eligible for claiming, it
is not permitted for the claimant to use you, sexually, until you are
18.  My feeling from each of the men who came to see you, was that they
would violate that interdiction as soon as they had you at home, and away
from the Complex.  I cannot let that happen.  They could always appeal my
decison, but..."  and he smiled.  "None have. "  He paused.

An Alliance party official and his wife - you remember the couple I think
- at the second level (Wozeck remembered the silver uniform), seemed to
be the best place for you. They entertain frequently, and they would want
you to be a worker in their kitchens."
"Headmaster, with all due respect, I have been terrible at the cooking
classes."  The Headmaster smiled.
"I am aware of that, and you will not be cooking, Wozeck.  Rather, they
will have you trained in service.  The languages you have mastered so
easily will be extremely handy, because their entertaining stretches to
visitors from all over.  " He smiled again.
"You learned enough Italian from Pietro to learn a language we do not
teach here, and then there is the Croatian, the Czech and the Ukranian."
"You forgot the English,"  Wozeck teased, before he blushed and regretted
what he said.  He needn't have.  The Headmaster laughed.
"I did not forget it,  Wozeck.  I knew that you'd remind me.  English was
hard for you, but you learned it.  It is very unusual to send out a 16
year old who has mastered 5 languages and who entered with two others:
your Polish and your Russian.  " He stood up.

"Serge and Masha will be here later today to bring you to their home."
He stood and smiled.
"Headmasters are not supposed to become fond of their charges, Wozeck.  I
am afraid I have broken that rule.  I cannot remember a resident of whom
I was fonder.  I will be watching. You will not always know it, and
sometimes you will.  " He offered his hand to Wozeck.

"You are about to start a very interesting life, young man.  May you make
the wisest of choices, and may you live happily."   Then, breaking
protocol, he embraced young Wozeck.

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Serge and Masha turned out to be everything that the Headmaster had said
they were.  They enjoyed each other that was clear.  Masha had a laugh
like a bell, and you heard it in the home - a large one - almost
constantly.  She had an energy almost like a hummingbird,  and she was
exceptionally fond of Wozeck, treating him at times like a colleague, and
at other times like a favorite toy.
"Wozeck!  We have Polish dignitaries coming tonight.  Please check
these.  Taste them.  The pierogis... are they ok?  "  He tasted them.
Yes, they were superb, but the salty, black stuff... he made a face.
"Madame Masha, what is the sauce on top of them?  I do not think we ate
that at home."
"OH, caviar.  NO, it is Russian.  It is very expensive. "
"Madame Masha, if I may, pierogi are very special to Polish.  I think
that if you were to add the caviar,  they would feel insulted: as if
their food were not good enough."
Masha thought for a minute and smiled.
"Wozeck, you are so smart.  OF COURSE.  How could I have let myself think
that?  No caviar!  That is fine.  MORE FOR ME"  and she laughed harder.

They had him serve drinks and snacks that night, so Wozeck was in a pair
of tight black waiter pants, a white ruffled shirt, and a red bow tie as
he carried drinks from guest to guests.
"Would you care for a vodka Sir?"  He stopped in front of one man - the
only one there that night not wearing a tie - who stared at Wozeck with
an intensity that made Wozeck look away.  Once he could.  In addition to
not wearing a tie, the man's blue shirt was opened three buttons down and
the dark hair on his chest was making Wozeck a bit weak at the knees.
"Yes, thank you.  In fact I would like two."  He took two drinks from
Wozeck's tray.
"You are working, but please come back with more vodka.  My name, by the
way, is Uri."
"I will do so Master Uri.  I hope you enjoy the vodka."
"I enjoy your smile more.  And what is your name?"
Wozeck looked around.  He wasn't sure if protocol allowed him to answer,
so he dropped his voice.
"I am Wozeck Master Uri."

When the next round of vodka was passed, Wozeck made sure that he, rather
than one of the other two servers, stopped at Uri to offer him a drink.
Each time, Wozeck's smile grew bigger.  At one point, when he picked up
the glass to hand it to Master Uri, Master Uri's hand stopped on his and
lingered for just a bit, before Wozeck blushed.
"Master Uri, if you would excuse me,  I must continue with my work."
"Indeed, you must Wozeck.  Do not disappoint your claimants. I'm sure
Vladimir taught you that?
"Vladimir, Master Uri?"
"That is the first name of your former Headmaster.  We are distantly
related. He told me about the beautiful young boy who Serge and Masha had
claimed.  Vlad has a tendency to exaggerate. He did not."
"You make me blush Sir."
Uri smiled.  "You will have to learn to accept compliments, young
Wozeck.  You will be getting many."

Uri was a guest at many of the parties that Serge and Masha gave.  They
noticed his interest in Wozeck, and they would spend some time teasing
Wozeck about it. Especially Masha.
"OH, everyone looks good in a server's uniform, even Sergy.  HA HA HA HA
HA HA.  But I wonder... would he feel the same way if he saw you in the
awful prole uniform?"
When he moved from a charge of the state to  one of the claimed ,
Wozeck's uniform had changed to one that was powder blue.  It also
carried a gold stripe to indicate that he was not available for sexual
use yet.  The color was just different enough from his eye color to be
unflattering.  The same could be said about the gold stripe and his
hair.
"Perhaps Madame could speak to the Council and see to different color
uniforms."
"Oh, you will have a different color uniform soon, Woj"
"Is Madame unhappy with me?"
"Oh, HARDLY.  Did they not discuss this detail with  you at the Complex,
Woj?"
"I think not, Madame."
"Please sit.  Bring us both some tea.  I will explain."
Masha was like the great aunt Wozeck had never had.  She explained to him
that a claim was only valid for two years.  Once the two year period was
over, the original claimants had priority for a second two year period,
but there was an implication to that:  the second period was an
indication that you intended to "couple"  the prole you had claimed.
"That means, Woj, that the intention is that you would become the sexual
partner of one or both of us."  She pouted.
"And I am afraid that, however fond Serge and I are of  you,  that is not
something that we are interested in. "  She sighed.
"There are attempts to change the rules about this, except they aren't
really rules, so there's nothing to change.  It is just the way it is
done.  " She sighed.
"Uri has indicated that he would be interested in claiming you after your
term with us is over.  You would still see us, of course - Uri may even
bring you to the parties he attends here - but he would be claiming you
as an intended bed partner."  She looked at Wozeck's face and she
smiled.
"I can see you are torn:  between being with us, and being with Uri."
When he said nothing, but looked away, she contiued.
"Wozeck, we have claimed others before, and they were so happy to move
on.  You are not.  You have made me happier than I have been since Serge
asked me to marry him."
"May I speak, Madame?"
"OF COURSE.  Which language would you prefer? Somehow I think French
would be best for this conversation, but I think that is one you didn't
get to.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."  Wozeck smiled.

"That is true Madame.  Perhaps one day. " He spoke in Russian.
"My parents died very young, before I knew them.  I do not know of any of
my relatives.  You and Sir Serge have been the most kind of claimants,
and have treated me so well.  I will not soon forget it.  And I hope one
day, I can return your kindness."
Masha smiled.
"You already have, Woj.  You already have."

Masha arranged a small celebration for Wozeck's 18th birthday.  It was
the last day he would be living with she and Serge:  they had already
visited Complex 4 to claim a new boy, and Uri would be coming later to
take Wozeck home with him:  the transfer of claim had all been taken care
of, and now all Wozeck had to think about was the butterflies in his
stomach.  From marketing with Serge and Masha's cook, he had met other
claimed men,  who were 18 or over.  He had learned some information about
what would be expected.  He was nervous.  Could he?

"Madame.  Master Uri is here."
Masha rose
"Ah.  it is time my young Wozeck.  I wish you the happiest of lives.  Do
not forget us.  EVER."
"Never Madame, never."
"Good afternoon everyone.  " He smiled at Wozeck.
"Good afternoon Wozeck. Are  you ready?"
Wozeck bowed his head.
"Yes Master Uri.  I am ready."
Uri came over and lifted Wozeck's head.
"Such beautiful eyes should never be hidden.  There is no need to lower
your gaze.  I am your claimant, not your god.
"Yes Master Uri."  Every time Wozeck had seen Uri, he was wearing some
variation on the outfit he was wearing the first night:  a shirt opened
too far, a pair of tight slacks, usually a designer jacket, and a cologne
that was slightly intoxicating.
"Uri, we will send Wozeck's belongings with a messenger.  There would be
no need for you to take them with you."
"Thank you Serge."  He stepped forward and shook Serge's hand, and then
embraced Masha.
"And thank you for your generous gift of letting me take your sweet boy.
I will be good to him." He grinned.
"Most of the time."  The three of them laughed, but Wozeck didn't
understand what they meant.

Uri had a sleek, black car with a driver.
"To home, Petrov."
"Da Da Master."
In the backseat, Uri put his hand on Wozeck's thigh.
"This is the last time you will wear that uniform Wozeck.  Are you
excited?"
"I am more excited about what will happen before I wear it Master Uri."
He felt Uri's hand squeeze his thigh tighter.
"Me too."

"So, let me show  you our home Wozeck."  Uri started leading Wozeck
around a space just about the same size as the home of Serge and Masha,
but decorated much differently: sparser, more modern furniture.  The
kitchen was immaculate .
"I almost never use it Wozeck.  We will be eating out a lot."
"May I ask a question, Sir Uri? I have never seen you in a state uniform,
yet you have not been sanctioned."
"AH!  Yes, a very good question, Wozeck.  That is because I do not work
as part of the state apparatus.  You will see more people like me now
that you are in a different circle.  We are the private businessmen who
are trying to develop the new Alliance of countries:  to bring capital in
to repair the damage of the wars, to rebuild schools, all while making a
profit for ourselves. " He looked at Wozeck and smiled.
"You are a curious young man, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry if it were impertinent, Master Uri."  Uri laughed.
"Oh, it was FAR from that.  Vladimir is an excellent Headmaster, but he
cannot teach you everything.  Some things.... you just must learn."
Wozeck saw the far away look in Uri's eyes.  It hit him:  Uri had been in
one of the complexes.  He said nothing.  Those kind of memories could be
painful.
"Now I have saved the best for last, Wozeck.  This way."  He put his hand
on the back of Wozeck's neck, with a very gentle touch and led him to the
bedroom.  While Wozeck was taking in the room, he felt Uri's kiss on his
neck, and he felt his hands slipping the zipper of his tunic down.
"It is time, Wozeck.  "  The kissing continued, and Wozeck realized this
was nothing like the playing he and Pietro had done.
"Yes, Master Uri, it is."

The next two hours moved quickly, and slowly.  Wozeck learned that there
were spots on his body where, when Uri touched them just made him feel
like a fire had gone off in his core.  When he reacted, Uri smiled.
"AH.  This is good to know, for making my boy happy."
"I AM happy Master Uri.  I think I have wanted this day since the first
party."
"Ha ha.  You may think that.  I KNOW it.  I have wanted it and waited it
to disperse.  It did not. It only grew.  Like..."  He showed Wozeck his
enormous penis.
"We may not do everything today, but eventually, I will train you to take
the entirety of me.  Now... what is the American expression:  "easy does
it."

Wozeck didn't mean to fall asleep, but he did.  When he woke up, Uri was
laying next to him, smiling.
"Did you sleep well, moj aniolek? "  Uri had used the Polish for "my
cherub"  and Wozeck smiled.
"Do you speak Polish, Sir Uri?"  Uri smiled.
"When the claim had been finalized, I worked with a speaker to learn the
words I might need to know.  Some of them are as sweet as that.
Others... well, you will learn them."  He rolled on top of Wozeck.
"My sweet pierogi, I hope that I can give you everything that you want,
because I know you will do that for me."
"How do you know that Sir?"
"Because Vladimir, Serge, and Masha have all told me so.  And none of
these are people who would lie"

And yes, Wozeck had a wonderful two years with Uri.  The next day, he
switched from the pale blue uniform, to one darker, without a gold
stripe.  Now, he would be marked as a claimed man, who had also been
"taken." He had seen many young men in such uniforms.  Most seemed very
happy.  Others did not.  Wozeck was happy.  Uri had told the truth about
being out every night, and he took Wozeck with him, almost always.
Sometimes, he would convince Wozeck that it was ok not to wear the
official government uniform, and he would dress his boy in clothes that
would make the rest of the table jealous of Uri.  One person at the
table, who was a bit jealous, was Max.    Max had known Uri since  they
had both left the complex.  Max had risen to a high position in the
ruling body, but lived alone.  No one could understand why.  Max' answer
was always  "I'm very picky."    But now, he knew who his next boy would
be.
It would be Wozeck.  See, he knew that Uri was not one to commit to a
long term relationship.  At the end of this claim, Wozeck would be 20.
It would be time for decision making:  like jobs, coupling... all the
things that marked a man's transition from boy to man.  He would wait.
At home with Uri,  Wozeck began to see that yes, indeed, while Uri had
learned a lot of loving words, he had also learned Polish words like
" Ssij mojego penisa TERAZ"  (suck my cock NOW) and przekręć się, żebym
mógł cię przelecieć ("roll over so I can FUCK you").  Wozeck also learned
that the handcuffs and neck collars he had seen used on prisoners to
torture them, could be used for pleasure.  He learned how sensitive his
ears were, and how ticklish he was.  He learned the pleasure of having
Uri's tongue inside of him - and of having his own tongue inside Uri.
If Headmaster had seen to his standard education, Uri saw to his sexual
education.  By the time he was 20, Wozeck had learned more than most
young men.  And he was about to learn heartbreak.  On the verge of his
20th birthday, Uri had the talk with him.
"Wozeck, it's time.  In the next few days, you should gather together
your things.  Including anything I have bought you.  They are yours
now."
It felt like a slap in the face to Wozeck.
"Master Uri, you are sending me away?"
"Yes, Woj.  As I said, it is time."
"But... but... "
"Woj,  you have touched my heart in a way no one else could or ever
will.  But I am NOT ready to settle down.  There are so many pretty boys
out there Wozeck.  Believe me.  If the state were ok with a man having
more than one boy, I would be reclaiming you.  And if I did that, the
implication would be , of course, that we would be coupling.  And I'm not
ready for that.  So...."  he smiled.
"You've been studying French:  "c'est la vie."

Wozeck specifically asked that they NOT celebrate his 20th birthday.  He
was so sad to be leaving Uri.  Uri was dealing with it by ignoring him
completely.  Then one day, just like the first time, there was a ring at
the door.  Uri usually had a servant answer .  This time, he practically
galloped to open it.
"MAX!"  He sounded relieved.  "You're right on time.  That's late for
you."
Max laughed.  "That's true.  There was an early state meeting that went
on and on and on. Sonia felt it was necessary to give background on every
one of her points. "  He paused.
"So, where's my Wojee?"
"Ha ha.  I've never heard that nickname.  ANGEL!!!!"  Uri called into the
bedroom, where Wozeck was sitting, trying unsuccessfully not to cry.
Wozeck remembered his early training, stood up straight, and walked out.
"I am here, Master Uri."
"Wozeck, meet your new claimant.  Do you remember him?"
Wozeck did, but vaguely.   There were always so many people at Uri's
tables.
"Yes, of course I do.  It is good to see you again Sir.  "
Max laughed.  "Wojee, if you don't remember my name, that's fine.  It's
Max."
"I did not know if I had permission to use it, Sir Max.  Shall I get my
bags?"
Max looked at Uri.
"You sure didn't train him to be that polite.  That's Vlad's work.
Uri grinned.  "You'll find out soon enough that I trained him well in ...
other things."
"Let's go get your bags together Wojee.  By the way, is that name ok for
you?"
"I've never heard it before Sir."  (Max was half American, half Russian,
and had grown up in the United States, so he gave everyone a diminutive
nickname.).
"Well, maybe you'll get used to it, maybe you won't.  I hope you'll get
used to me."  He paused for a minute and whispered to Wozeck
"GOD, you're adorable."   Wozeck blushed.
"Let's go get your backs, sugarplum."
"Sugarplum Sir? What is that?"
"Ha ha.  Something very sweet, and something very tasty. I will have Anna
make them for you.  For now, though, let us be on our way."
Wozeck didn't look at Uri as he left.  He knew it was rude but... this
time, the leaving felt hurtful.
When he heard Max's car pull away, Uri thought
"Have I made a mistake?"
Max drove his car himself, so he was pretty focused on the road.
"You like that uniform, Woj?"
"It's required Sir."
"Not what I asked, and no it's not.  Not with me.  Would you rather wear
the kind of clothes that Uri wears."
"Well..., yes sir."
"Ok, we'll see to that. "
"But."
Max sighed.
"You know, you guys are great for doing what  you're told, but you're
trained never to question.  These uniforms aren't required if you're not
working for the state, and you're not going to."
"I thought I would be sort of the houseboy I was for Masha and Serge
Sir."
Max laughed.  "You were 16 years old Woj.  And a virgin.  Things change.
Nah, you'll be working.  I read your file.  I'll introduce you to the
folks at the translation and coding sector tomorrow."  He paused.
"By the way, Uri taught you how to take it up the ass, didn't he?"
Wozeck blushed and paused.
"Yes sir.  I did almost every day."
"GOOD. Then you'll be ready for mine.  I'm not NEARLY as big as Uri, so
you'll handle me well, but.... I'll bet you I'm WAY more interested in
what you like than Uri was.
Wozeck huffed and said nothing.  Max paused, pulled the car over and
stopped.
"Woj, look at me.  Please."  Wozeck turned.  Max saw that there were
still tears in his eyes.
"Listen, Wozeck.  I KNOW that it was a very intense two years. Uri's like
that.  Is what he did to you wrong?"  He shrugged his shoulders  "Who
knows?  I doubt that you'd be happy with him for the long run.  Will you
be happy with me?  I don't know.  I hope so.  I really, truly hope so.  I
hope that in four years we'll be signing the papers in a coupling
ceremony, but none of us really know if we're going to be alive
tomorrow.  So make me a promise Wozeck.  ALWAYS tell me the truth.
ALWAYS.  And I'll always do the same for you.  And I PROMISE: I will do
ALL I CAN to make you happy.  "  Then he stopped.
"I'm afraid I can't do any better than that."
Wozeck began to cry.
"I'm sorry Sir Max.  I'm sorry.  This is embarrassing.  It is so
embarrassing. Uri hurt me. He did.  "
"Did you love him Woj?"
Wozeck paused
"Sir Max, I don't know."
Max smiled.
"Then you just answered a very good question, and I can give you some
real good advice:  NEVER cry like that if you're not sure you love
someone. NEVER.  No one is worth it. " He paused and patted, rather than
squeezed Wozeck's thigh.
"Now, we promised to tell each other the truth.  Are you willing to give
me a try?"
Wozeck shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm a pleasure prole. it's my duty Sir."
"WOZECK!   That is NOT what I asked.  If you're not willing to give it a
try, I'll start pulling some strings tomorrow, and we'll see about maybe
finding some place for you as a single man, unattached.  It's up to
you."
"You'd do that for me Sir?"
"YEAH.  Everyone deserves to be happy."
Wozeck sighed.
"I think you just told me everything Sir.  I'm willing to try."
"Six months, ok, Woj?  And if it's not working, we'll figure something
out."
"Yes sir. " Wozeck smiled for the first time.
"Now THAT makes me happy sugarplum.  Speaking of... you hungry?  You
think you could eat some ice cream?"
"I can always eat ice cream Sir.  I just shouldn't."
"PHEH.  Today's a celebration.  Let's stop and get some."
After their treat they got to Max's home.
"Now, how long did it take after you got to Uri's before he took you to
bed?"
"He showed me his house and then..."
"I'll show you the house later.   This way.."
Max had promised Wozeck he would do his best to make him happy.  He did.
As he fucked Wozeck, he listened for every change in Wozeck's breath, and
when he heard a sound of pleasure, he worked that spot.
Max had been telling the truth when he said that he was not as big as
Uji. Wozeck took him easily.  But Max was much more "authentic" in his
love making.  He didn't talk much, but he smiled, and he growled, and he
made Wozeck happy in bed.  He fell asleep in Max's arms smiling.
That's when Max started to cry.