Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 15:12:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: wozeck and Max -intallment 2

Max moved his arm down from wozeck's shoulders, and found the spot on his
hip, right above where his belt met his body and kneaded it gently.  It
was their "secret":  Max could get his boy to do anything he wanted if he
just worked that spot enough.  It was working.  Wozeck cuddled closer to
Max, and felt his cock bang up against his cage .
"We can go home Sir?"  Max smiled .
"Sure can."  They were switching in between English and Polish.  Max was
fluent in English, Russian and German, but his Polish was not so good.
He practiced it when he spoke to Wozeck, and in turn, Wozeck would speak
in  English to practice his.  "We can go home, Sir?"  was a little non
colloquial, but it was expressions like that which made "wojee"  even
more adorable to Max.    Wozeck wished the rest of the office good night,
and grabbed his jacket.

Max had started studying Polish when he first met Wozeck at Uri's house.
He knew Uri's history with claiming proles, and he had a feeling this was
a "one term" thing, which turned out to be correct.  Max also knew that
Wozeck's English and Russian were perfect, but he wanted to show that he
wanted to make an extra effort, when he had a chance to claim this boy.
With his job, finding time to get another language under his belt was
challenging, but he was getting better.  And the first time he had used
Polish on Wozeck, telling him, in Polish , to  "get on his back and
spread his legs," he saw the smile on the young man's face.

As they got into the car, Max patted Wozeck's thigh.
"Good day, cutie?"
"Ok, Sir.  I was assigned a textbook on kidney surgery - translate it
into Croatian.  Don't ask me why  I feel like I'm getting up every ten
minutes to ask Magda (she was the head of the medical section) for
vocabulary."
Max teased him.
"You sure you're not getting up just to show people what a hot ass you've
got wojee?"  Max laughed.  So did Wozeck.
"They don't dare cross you Sir.  They know better."
"Ha ha. Good.  More for me."  Indeed, Max was already thinking about the
really great sex they would have later that night... if everything worked
the way he wanted it to.

"Sir, did you just take a wrong turn?  This isn't the way home."
"Nope, woge, it's not.  We're not going home right away."
"Oh.  Can I ask where we're going Sir?"
Max smiled.
"You can ask, but I won't tell you."
Wozeck looked around  He knew it wasn't the route to the theater,  and it
wasn't a route to anyone's house where they would visit for dinner -
Uri's house for example  (wozeck tried not to think about Uri.  They'd go
to his house, and the housekeeper would serve them a wonderful dinner:
Max, Uri, wozeck, and Uri's new boy - a skinny blond  German guy who was
named Michael, and was 18 years old - Uri would occasionally get drunk
and tell the story of how he took Michael's virginity.  Max would smile
politely, and Wozeck would be angry).
No, they weren't going to Uri's that was clear.  They drove for about
another fifteen minutes, before they stopped in front of a very clean
looking, metallic structure.  There were cars parked, but not too many.
"Remember this place, woge?  "
"Uh, is it the ice cream parlor Sir?"
Max smiled.  "THAT'S RIGHT.  I thought we'd cheat and have ice cream
before dinner and then maybe have some late night pierogis. "
Wozeck smiled.  He liked ice cream, he loved pierogis.
As they settled in, Wozeck looked at the menu and saw that lingonberries
had come into season.  They were a favorite.  Could he have a lingonberry
sundae with lingonberry sauce?  Indeed he could.  Max, who was a bit more
abstemious, asked for a scoop of caramel crunch. Before the waitress
left, he spoke to her in Russian.
"Magda, confetti for him please."
"Confetti Sir?"  Max smiled.
"I think it's really just very American.  We call it sprinkles, but I
know how you like color.  "
When the sundae came, Max was like a young boy when he saw the colors.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.  Sir Max.  Can we get these for home?"
Max smiled.
"Maybe.  We have to discuss something about home."
A shadow went over Wozeck's face.  He didn't know what this was about,
but it didn't sound good.
"You know how long we've been together, woge?"
"HMMMM. It is about six months Sir?"
"Yes, yes it is.  And do you remember what I had promised you?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.  Now it came back to Wozeck. Max had told him that
if he were unhappy after six months, he would do what he could to make
him a freed man.  Wozeck had thought a little about that, but not a lot.
He was happy with Max - very  happy.  He realized that the other day when
he was working on a particularly dense passage for translation.  The work
as a translator had made Wozeck very sensitive to language.  He realized
that day that when he was with Uri, Uri would always introduce him with
something like
"This is Wozeck.  He belongs to me."  On the other hand,  in public, Max
always said something like  "this is my partner wozeck."  During sex, Max
might growl  "YOU BELONG TO ME PRETTY BOY"  or something like that, but
it was always private.  Max did the best he could to let people know  how
much he valued Wozeck.  And Wozeck appreciated that.
Max was fierce in bed, and the sex was great.  Sex with Uri  had been
better.  He had never said that to Max, and he never would, but he
thought Max knew it, or felt it.  wozeck was embarrassed but he asked the
question.
"Sir, if I'm a freed man, can you and I still be a couple? " Max made a
sad smile and shook his head no.
"Now, you see, that's one of the things woge.  The law has got so many
moving parts it isn't funny, and while I'm sure it's broken all the time,
it's against the law for two freed men, or two freed women, to have sex
with each other. "  He paused and took Wozeck's hand.
"You know how much I hate this word, woge, but the law says freed men
must take their sexual partners from the proles."
"So... I couldn't be a couple with Uri either?"  He saw the painful look
on Max's face and regretted asking it.   Max gave out a big sigh.
"I'm sure Uri violates the law more than he honors it, but the strict
answer is no, you can't.  " A pause.  "And of course, you'd have to share
him with Michael. Do you want to do that? "
Wozeck's voice was low.
"No Sir.  I don't."
"woge, this is about you, but I want to add something.  The last six
months have been the happiest of my life.  The plays, the sex, but just
having you around.  You have such a joyous spirit.  I smile when I think
about you and DAMN IT.  If you stay, at the end of two years, I'm gonna
ask you to couple with me."
That was something Wozeck hadn't thought about.  He had been released
twice, he thought he would be a third time, too.
"You like me that much Sir?"
"No, I like you much more. " He grinned.  "When I lock up that kielbasa
of yours, or I put mine in your buns, or when we just get on stage, I
feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world.  And I regret I just wasn't
around when you were available for claiming the first time.  I lost 4
years woge.   Four years of your big smile, your sweet personality.  "
There was another pause and Max put down his spoon.
"Please stay."
Wozeck lowered his eyes.
"I want to stay Sir."  When he looked up, Max was beaming.
"Finish eating your lingonberries, my little dingleberry.  I'm looking
forward to getting home."
"Dingleberry?  What is that Sir?"  Max laughed.
"Oh, it's another American expression.  Sort of a silly person, but also,
we  use it to talk about testicles. "
"I don't have little dingleberries Sir"
"HA HA.  No, you don't.  And I wanna see those passion fruits tonight."

On the drive back home, Max brought up the gym.
"So, I'm told you don't use the company gym woge.  You're still young but
you know... at some point, those lingonberry sundaes are going to make
you a little bit of a chubby guy."
"I know Sir.  When I go to the gym at the office, I hear people
whispering  "that's Master Max's boy," and it makes me uncomfortable. I
know you're important, but I'm not."
"Yeah you are, woge.  You're important to me.  I'll tell you what.
There's a gym close to home.  The 'Institute for Physical Culture'.  We
can work out together there if you want, but... it's a no clothes gym.
Are you ok with that?"
Wozeck smiled.  "You mean I get to see you naked for an extra hour?
Let's sign up now."   Wozeck LOVED Max's body.  He was older, sure, but
he didn't do things to try to fake his age.  He worked out and he had
lean muscles, not big ones.  He had amazing legs, especially his calves.
When he wrapped his legs around Wozeck during sex, there was no way the
younger man could get free.  And that mound of silver fur on his chest..
Wozeck felt his cock bump against his cage again
Max laughed.  "I'll sign us up tomorrow.  Oh, before I forget, I asked
the theater if we could take a little sabbatical.  We won't be back on
stage for two weeks. "
Now, the theater:  THAT was an interesting situation.  Remember how, back
when he was in the Complex, Wozeck had always been the boy who they
picked to play the hero Stanislaus?   Well, there was a folk theater a
few towns from where they lived.  Max took Wozeck there one afternoon to
see a comedy, and the director of the theatre, a lovely  woman named
Natalia had stopped them.
"Excuse me... but you... young man.. You ARE Stanislaus. Is there any way
I could get you to play him when we present the play?"  Wozeck looked at
Max for permission.
"OH, I am sorry,"  Natalia blushed and turned to Max.  "Would you allow
your prole to work with us?"
Max smiled.
"It's up to my PARTNER.  I say it's fine, but wogee, what do ya think?"
"Sir, I played Stanislaus when I was in Complex.  I could do it. But...."
"But what woge?"
"I'll only do it if you'll play Lord Miller"
"OH, DA DA DA. "  Natalia exclaimed.  "PERFECT.  LOVERS - I mean a couple
- playing lovers.  " She looked at Max.
"Do you mind dying every night?"
Max made an involved joke about how he died every time he was with Wozeck
(in the play, Stanislaus stabs Lord Miller, and himself, when they're in
bed), and neither of them got it.
"Yes, of course.  "  Then he introduced himself and Natalia's eyes got
big.
"OH.  SO you ARE a gold level.  That makes this so much better "
The public seemed to agree.  If there were an announcement that Max and
wozeck were playing the lead roles, the theater sold out in hours.  Many
people came back every time they performed.  When they took their bows at
the end, holding hands, and Max bent down to kiss Wozeck, the young man
was in heaven.

"We'll have a few weeks off Sir?"
"Yeah, I think work is gonna get a little busy, and now that you've said
yes, I wanna spent a little more time with you wogee.  Don't want you to
regret your decision."
Wozeck looked at him.
"There is no regret in my decision Sir. "  Max took one hand off the
wheel and squeezed wozeck's.

By then, they had reached the house.  Wozeck had opened up a second
button when they had gotten into the car to go to the ice cream parlor,
and Max took advantage of it, slipping his hand inside Wozeck's shirt and
teasing the nipple.
"My pretty, sexy prince.  " As he squeezed Wozeck's nipple, he nibbled
his ear.
"MMMMMMMMM  Sir.. OH SIR.  OOOOH.  "
"You look so handsome woge.  I LOVE that shirt.  And I love these pants.
And I love doing this..." Max's fingers went back to the spot on Wozeck's
hip.  Wozeck squirmed and laughed, and begged Max to "STOP, " but it
wasn't happening.  Instead, Max twisted him around and shoved his tongue
down wozeck's throat, with wozeck taking every inch of it.
"You taste just like lingonberries wogee.  Let's get that taste out of
your mouth.  Replace it with dingleberry."
Wozeck smiled.  He knew what Max wanted, and got down on his knees.  He
unbuckled Max's pants, pulled out his cock, and began to suck.  Max moved
his fingers to Wozeck's nipples.
"YES SWEET BOY YES.  DO IT.  DO IT.  OH FUCK YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THAT."
wozeck had learned a LOT about sex from Uri:  what to do, what not to do,
when to go faster, slower, and Max was the beneficiary.  In turn, Max
moved his hands up to wozeck's ears and pushed his head forward.
"ALL OF IT BOY.  ALL OF IT.  EVERY LAST BIT.  GET IT NICE AND WET
BECAUSE... SOMEONE'S HOT DOG IS GONNA SPLIT SOME BUNS."
When Max felt his cock was nice and wet, he grabbed wozeck by the back of
his neck, like a kitten:
"On the bed.  On the bed NOW, boy.  "
"Belly or back Sir?"
"You pick."
wozeck liked being taken from behind, planked on his elbows and knees.
He also LOVED being eaten, but he knew his place and never asked.  He
didn't have to tonight.  He felt Max's tongue slipping in.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOh.  OOOOOOOOOOOOOH YES. "  Now, this was something that he
didn't learn about from Uri.  Uri thought it was beneath him to pleasure
his prole too much, so he didn't eat wozeck's ass.  Max, on the other
hand, seemed to love it.  He loved it as much as he loved tea bagging
wozeck, something else he taught him.
"Wogee, I may hurt you tonight and know what? I DON'T CARE.  CAUSE I WANT
YOU SO BAD AND I'M SO FUCKING HARD..."  Max RAMMED into wozeck with even
less finesse than he usually used.
"AGGGH.  OH SIR.  OH you're so big."
"TAKE IT FUCK BOY.  TAKE IT.  TAKE IT FROM THE MAN WHO OWNS YOU. "
"YES SIR YES SIR YES SIR.  YOU OWN ME.  I BELONG TO YOU.  I LOVE
BELONGING TO YOU."   wozeck began to cry a little.  He had never used
the word  "love" with Max.  This was the first time.  Max caught it too.
"And I LOVE knowing that you're mine wogee.  I LOVE knowing that I can
count on the HOTTEST FUCKING BOY IN THE COUNTRY, taking my cock whenever
I want."  There was a final ram and the jizz began filling wozeck.  He
screamed, and Max laughed.
"Next time we're gonna use a gag.  "  He smiled.  He liked gagging
wozeck, especially since wozeck wasn't fond of it. " He looked at
wozeck's cock cage. "When did you last cum?"
"Two weeks ago Sir?"
"YOU ARE LYING... "  Max began tickling wozeck.  TELL THE TRUTH OR I WILL
LEAVE IT ON FOR TWO WEEKS."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.  You milked me three days ago
Sir.  Three days."  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA."
"Hmmm.  Not long enough yet.  Two more days.  IF you do well at the gym.
"Yes sir.  I promise. "  wozeck was lying there, spread out, smiling. Max
looked down at him , smiling too.  When Max was a young boy, he had a
puppy - a German shepherd - who used to look at him the way wozeck was
looking at him now.
"You want those pierogi, sweetcakes?"
"Yes sir.  Just a few."
"Just a few" for wozeck meant two bowls.
"Gonna have to speak to the trainer about his program" Max thought, as he
got back in the bedroom as wozeck cleaned up.  He was under the down
comforter when wozeck came in and stripped
"C'mere boy.  I'm so glad you decided to stay." He kissed wozeck.  "But
you know what? If  you said you wanted to leave, I wasn't gonna let
you."
wozeck smiled.  "I know Sir."