Mad Max Villains

Mad Max Villains

You see! There is no escape! The Humungus Rules the Wasteland!

Chapter Nine

Turbo Lover

(Words & Music by: Tipton, Downing & Halford)

You won't hear me, but you'll feel me
Without warning, something's dawning, listen.
Then within your senses,
You'll know you're defenseless
How your heart beats when you run for cover
Your cant retreat, I spy like no other.

Then we race together. We can ride forever
Wrapped in horsepower, driving into fury
Changing gear I pull you tighter to me

I'm your turbo lover
Tell me there's no other
I'm your turbo lover
Better run for cover

We hold each other closer, as we shift to overdrive
And everything goes rushing by, with every nerve alive
We move so fast it seems as though we've taken to the sky
Love machines in harmony, we hear the engines cry.

On and on we're charging to the place so many seek
In perfect synchronicity of which so many speak
We feel so close to heaven in this roaring heavy load
And then in sheer abandonment, we shatter and explode.
~~~

Even though he knew the Golden Youth slept in the tent, flesh bared, just a blanket covering the delicate skin, he couldn't bring himself to draw the flap open to the canvas shelter. Instead, he had taken a long drive on the Kawasaki. Even the open wind of the highway couldn't push the feelings from his soul.

He didn't want those words to haunt him. He couldn't even begin to figure out why the words should make him feel anger.

This what you’re looking for, Alex?

Oh God, his rage reached a boiling point now. He didn't go looking for anything. The blond beauty was but the spoils of war, captured during a raid.

But would you have attacked that small settlement if you didn't spot the golden haired lad outside, Alex?

His fingers now gripped his head tightly. The words wouldn't cease. Why couldn't he shut his mind down? He rose off the rock, pacing and giving a snarl.

Rebel glanced curiously in his direction. "What you still doing up?" he grunted. "Thought you be in bed with him." His eyes darted toward the tent, indicating where the Golden Youth slept.

Wez gave a low growl.

Now Rebel almost groaned. Oh man, he saw this played out before, but instead of an innocent angel haunting his comrade, it had been the devil's minion. "Just go fuck him," he grunted. "Not make such big deal out of it."

Wez's eyes filled with more hate as he glared at his crony. "I not make big deal out of this." He turned on his heel, stalking away from the bonfire.

Yeah, he just wanted to be left alone. Now he gave a grunt. Never did his thoughts bother him before. The last time he second-guessed himself, a hellcat deceived him. And didn't he vow he'd never show any mercy afterwards? His gaze locked on the tent.

He hadn't been looking for anything. He never rode out the other morning with the intent of finding a golden youth.

And yeah, this time it was so different. The bitchy minx could easily defend himself since Iason had been able to take it as good as he gave it. The hellcat had been a child of the streets, bringing down life in the cruelest way, mercilessly killing everything in his path.

But the Golden Youth? The only violence his lover knew was probably a gruesome story read from a book, nestled in a blanket, leafing through the pages by candlelight. The two guardians never beat the youth. No bruises or scars covered the delicate flesh. The couple did their best to clean and feed the delicate rose. Shit, they even gave the pretty lad tons of books to pass the time with. Cripe, they taught the sweet boy how to read and make the words with writing.

They didn't want anyone to see the genteel boy so they hid him safely in a cellar from all outsiders. By chance, just by swift luck, he spotted the Golden Youth outside. The pretty flesh didn't possess a tan so he knew his lover didn't get outdoors much. The people he murdered purposely shielded the youth from the devilish wasteland because they knew what kind of marauders lived out here, and what would happen to their precious rose if looked on by lust-filled eyes.

And he confirmed their fears to be true because he came that night and with only one purpose: to kill the keepers of the Golden Youth.

Yeah, he came for the youth. So what? Big fucking deal. To hell with everyone! The delicate rose of the wasteland belonged to him now. And screw everyone who doubted him. He'd wash the boy, dress him in the leather outfit and then have Ink Man mark the lad with tattoos, one being the Dog of War symbol and the other would be his ownership over his mate.

Yes, enough thinking. He'd been up all night running from his mind for fuck sakes. He had the youth and that was it, bottom line.

He turned and stalked back to camp, intent on waking the Golden Youth, ready to introduce his lover to a new life - a life with him.

*****

Yeah, this is what he needed to do. They didn't have to make the scavenge run but he was determined to show his lover just how life would be from now on. No more books. No more writing. No more mommy or daddy to give praise, hugs and kisses.

Maybe fifteen or sixteen he guessed his lover to be. Yet, his mate was as naive and innocent as a ten-year-old. Stupid guardians. Why the hell did they try to keep the youth but a child? Cripe, when he'd been sixteen, he was in solitary for murdering a guard in prison.

Well, it was time for the delicate youth to act his age because he wanted that lust only a young male possessed. No more being a sweet, naive boy. Fuck, he doubted the Golden Youth had even bothered to touch his own dick. Bah, the innocent lad probably didn't have a clue what filled that sexual weapon. For some reason he could not see the regal youth jerking the pretty penis, moaning and groaning and then tasting his own seed.

And the excitement grew in his own loins because he would be the man to show the youth exactly what the pretty penis was capable of making one feel. Now he hungrily licked his lips. Just before sunrise he had cleansed the youth and dressed the pretty lad in the leather outfit.

So why did you tuck the chain under the buckles of the Golden Youth's vest, Alex? Why won't he be chained to you anymore? Trying to prove something, are you?

Fuck off thoughts. No more goddamn thoughts!

Yeah, he'd rather look at his Golden Youth than think. The pretty lad sat on the ground, gracefully eating the food while Ink Man worked on the final tattoo. He almost wanted to chuckle. He knew his lover had been ravaged with hunger when awakened. Yet, he watched the Golden Youth patiently pick at the chunks of processed meat from the can, delicately chewing each morsel before reaching for another piece. Maybe he should have kept the hankie? He gave a snarly chuckle because he knew his genteel lover would want to wipe the soft mouth and the slim fingers when finished eating.

Mmm, and oh my, black leather suited the rose of the wasteland. Two-inch heeled leather boots adorned the delicate feet. Skin-tight, black leather pants hugged those long legs and slim thighs like a second skin. His eyes traveled upwards and he cocked his brow, gazing at the bulge on the left side of the youth's crotch. Mmm, after scavenging, the smell between those thighs would be filled with sweat and he could hardly wait to lick away the salty perspiration and inhale the earthy fragrance. Now he gazed at the exposed tight tummy. Then his eyes rested on the pretty nipples. Yeah, such cute nipples the youth possessed. He was looking forward to gently biting down on those perky tips.

Nah, his lover didn't reek of the erotic, sensual, alluring magnetism Iason embodied. Instead, his Golden Youth's aura was so sweet, innocently sexy. Hell, he knew for a fact the youth would never flaunt his beauty the way Iason had. Actually, he had a good hunch the Golden Youth didn't have a clue about the mesmerizing exquisiteness he possessed. The silly youth probably didn't give two shits either if people found him attractive. And such naivety and modesty made one just want to tear off the leather and ravage the silken skin, determined to find the lust-filled feelings hidden deep in the angelic soul. Hmm, and he would be the one who would bring the sweet angel into manhood.

Welcome to the seventh deadly sin: Lust!

Just then Ink Man glanced up, carefully studying his work, looking to be finished since the gruff Mohawker set down the tattoo needle.

So Wez strode from the Humungus's big, powerful, six-wheeled vehicle and headed to his mate. "Come," he beckoned.

The Golden Youth rose off the ground, following his new master to the big Kawasaki. He slid on the pillion, drawing his boots to the foot rests.

Wez almost smiled. Yeah, damn sexy. Sit on the bike, press your nice ass against that seat because tonight those cheeks are gonna be spread with a tongue licking the crack, lapping up the scent from playing all day in the sun.

He threw his leg over the bike seat and almost gave a sigh when the slim thighs spooned his and the lovely crotch pressed against his buttocks. Damn, now this way the only way to ride.

He gave the bike a start, motioning for the others to follow. Rebel and Glory Rider rode slightly behind him so they formed a triangle. The three Gayboy Berserkers brought up the rear in their modified Landau. They headed for the highway, blazing through the desert sand.

For about sixty kilometers they road when Wez picked up the faint smell of smoke. He began inhaling deeply, determining the direction the essence came from. West. So he steered the bike down a gravel road, driving for about another fifteen minutes when they came upon a rise. He cut the engine to the bike and reached into his saddlebag. Intently, he studied the area through his binoculars.

"Look," he grunted, spotting the settlement.

Then he nodded to one of the Berserkers in the Landau. So the man got out of the car, carrying the pretty bat. He motioned to the Berserker to hand the bat to the Golden Youth, which the man did.

"Let's go," he barked.

They started down the road and Wez hugged the bike with his thighs. Yes, he could hardly wait to show his power and strength to the Golden Youth. The ache was somewhere deep within him. He wanted those big, sapphire blue eyes to alight with excitement, and fill with adoration and worship.

Yes, Wez, you're so big and strong, so powerful. Please have me, Wez. Please take me. Show me what being a man is. I'm ready, Wez. Oh please. You are my protector and master. Only you can make me feel this way.

Yeah, he wanted to hear the youth beg, longed to have such a plea escape those rose colored lips. Because his lover's lack of speech was getting rather annoying. He was sick of those big eyes looking so sad, so misty, still mourning the loss of the two guardians.

Fuck, if those two idiots still lived, he knew the Golden Youth would easily run back to that house he burned down. But there was nothing to go back to: no guardians or home. It had to be done. His lover must understand they were together now. Never would he let this beauty escape his clutches.

Just then he crested another hill and the farm house came into view. Oh yeah, he was looking forward to showing the Golden Youth his immense strength. He didn't even bother to slow the engine the closer he got to the farm. His eyes drank in the two men, a woman and child. Easy pickings.

Giving the Kawasaki more gas, he charged through the gate. The two men had dashed to a tool shed upon hearing the roar of the engines and they had armed themselves. One held a crossbow. The woman and child scurried across an open field, heading for the hill.

Quickly, he swerved the bike when the man fired the crossbow. The arrow zinged passed them.

Just then Rebel charged ahead while the man tried to reload. He raised the tire of his big motorcycle and he slammed back down, crushing the man underneath the vehicle.

So the other man scooped up the weapon, making a mad dash while trying to reload the crossbow. Wez gave a hissy laugh. God, he was enjoying himself. Never did death excite him the way it did now. And he knew why: he had the Golden Youth with him.

Yeah, easily he could run the man down, but damn, this was just way too much fun toying with the frightened male. His adrenaline pumped at full throttle, his penis erect and he rubbed his buttocks against the Golden Youth's crotch. Mmm, how he'd love to fuck the youth right now while killing the man.

He gave the Kawasaki more gas and charged passed the fleeing man, running his boot on the ground as he quickly turned the bike so he faced his victim. He could hear the youth gasping, fighting to balance that sweet body while delicate fingers clutched his waist.

Get used to the fierce riding, you pretty, sexy thing. Hang on for your life cause your master is gonna show you the thrill of the kill.

Oh yeah, once he had the victim pinned to the ground with two arrows, he'd fuck the Golden Youth right here. He had to cause his erection ached for those kissable buttocks.

He got off the bike, aiming his weapon on the man. The male raised the crossbow. So he nonchalantly fired. The man gave a scream, clutching the arrowhead embedded in his thigh and fell to the ground.

The Golden Youth's jaw slackened in disbelief since he just watched the Gayboy Berserkers run over the child and he couldn't believe this maniac who abducted him was now going to torture this helpless man to death. Oh God, he just wanted out of here.

Wez gave a hissy laugh and reloaded his crossbow.

Just as he was about to take aim, he heard the movement. His eyes widened in disbelief when he whipped around, watching the Golden Youth tear across the field clutching the bat. His jaw slackened, easily forgetting about the screaming man. The anger was pounding through his soul as he watched his lover head for the hill. Oh God, never did he feel such rage. Never did he experience such hate. Fucking bitch!

He just got done showing that ungrateful slut how he could easily protect his mate. And did his lover give praise? Did that bitch cheer and thank him? Did the stupid whore get off the bike to run and kiss him, happy he secured more gasoline, food and supplies for them? Fuck no! The goddamn tramp was running away!

"Golden Youth!" he roared at the top of his lungs as he began stomping to the hill.

The bitch never looked back but kept running.

"You disobey me!" Wez roared as he gave chase.

He hurried up the hill after his lover and then sputtered in disbelief when he watched the Golden Youth round the Landau, dropping to his knees as he cradled the dead child's head on his pretty lap.

What the fuck? His lover chose a dead child over him?

"Golden Youth," he snarled. Oh man, he was going to beat this bitch. He was going to beat his mate until the slut couldn't see or walk.

Then his senses picked up the man. He knew the male was behind him, trying to climb the hill. The crossbow would be loaded. Then he glanced to the Golden Youth where one of the Berserker's weapons lay. The Gayboys were busy raping the woman.

Easily, he could turn around and kill the man, but his eyes locked on the crossbow at the youth's feet.

Kill him, bitch! Kill him! Because if you make me turn around and fire on this fucker, I am going to kill you because this is the last straw, baby. I'll know where your Benedict Arnold heart lays.

Suddenly the Golden Youth glanced up. The sapphire blue eyes widened in disbelief. Oh God, even though the maniac named Wez brought nothing but horror to his life, killing every living being in their path like some kind of predator, never did this sadistic beast harm him. And for some strange reason he did not want to see that man kill his protector. "No!" the youth screamed in his gentle voice. Without hesitating, the Golden Youth lunged for the crossbow, looking down the site as he targeted the man.

Wez cocked his brow when the youth fired, the arrow zinging passed him and he heard the gasp coming from the man. So he pivoted and released his own arrow, pinning the man to the ground. The arrow the youth fired had pierced the male's gut.

He gazed at his Golden Youth, giving a hissy laugh. Good boy. Very good boy. You know who your master is. And you make your master proud by showing such courage and loyalty. He turned then, heading back down the hill to finish off the man.

The Golden Youth bowed his head, so lost and unsure why he saved Wez's life, the very man who murdered his mother and uncle. Why did he feel like this monster was some kind of magician, drawing him against that strong chest against his own will?

*****

Wez drew the tent flap aside and motioned for the Golden Youth to enter, and the lad obeyed. He almost wanted to laugh. Hmm, such a change in attitude now. Once the raid had finished, he'd smacked the Golden Youth for such disobedience and then drove off, finding an open field to fuck the deceiving bitch. And oh my, when he jerked that pretty cock and fucked the tight hole, the lad sure sang a different tune afterwards. On the drive back, the blond beauty had been rubbing that lithe body against his, wanting more sex, hungering to experience another orgasm. Hah!

And once he finished his orders, he'd show this beauty there was more to sex than just getting a cock jerked and a hole filled.

"Get undressed," Wez gruffly said.

The Golden Youth obeyed and he watched the delicate rose remove the tiny vest. Then off came the boots. Now he cocked his brow, eyeing those hips wiggling to get out of the tight, leather pants. Yeah, so damn sexy with innocence. And he could smell the anticipation building in the youth. His mate wanted to have those legs spread and a big dick fucking that hole.

Oh yeah, I'll gladly fuck you. Never do you need to ask for a good fucking cause I'm always horny for your slim body.

Then he motioned for the youth to remove his clothing.

The Golden Youth edged forward, sitting on his haunches as he began removing the shoulder pads.

While his mate undressed him, Wez spoke. "Each morning and night, you get my meal. Once the sun sets, you come here and wait for me to fuck you. When I arrive, you remove my armor."

"Yes," the youth obediently said as he set the waistband to the side.

“You do not talk with the women,” he continued on.

The Golden Youth nodded his head.

“And you are forbidden to leave camp. The only time you leave is with me,” he harshly stated. Then he frowned. “Remember, you are mine.”

The youth set the rest of the clothing aside and took a seat beside his master, nodding his head.

Wez then reached forward, touching the slim chin with the tips of his fingers. “You will not think of the people who raised you. No more sadness. I do not want to see that look in your eyes again.”

Now the sapphire blue eyes widened as the youth stared at him in disbelief. He wasn't allowed to mourn his kin? “Why?”

Wez's eyes narrowed. “You think to question me, Golden Youth?"

Nervously, the youth cleared his throat. “Not questioning, just asking why.”

“You think too much,” he coolly replied. “Always so quiet. If so quiet, you must be thinking. I don’t believe you just sit and not think.”

Meekly, the youth stared at his delicate, long fingers.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Never did he want to see his mate lowering that pretty head like a coward.

The youth glanced up.

“I am your master now. I am your protector. Your body and mind is mine. And I not want you thinking of sad memories. This is your life now. You have no choice but to accept. I will never let you go.”

“Why me?” the youth softly muttered, gazing up from under the long, thick, black lashes. “There’s many pretty women here . . . Many pretty women you must see on raids.”

Wez couldn't help himself and he gave a hissy laugh. What a stupid question. Oh god, he did guess correct. The youth couldn't comprehend the beauty he possessed.

So he reached forward and fingered the silken hair. “Locks like the sun. Face as smooth as my satin wrap. Why have a pretty woman when I can have a beautiful golden youth?

“Quiet, yea, you are. But is a soft quiet. Is part of your beauty. Your courage is in here,” he said, pointing at the pretty heart. “You not need strength since you use this,” he continued on, touching the beautiful head.

Yet, he didn't think his mate believed him. The youth would never understand the beauty of that genteel soul, lovely body and angelic face.

“Why did you kill my family?” the youth whispered.

Goddammit, not this again. They were back at square one. For fuck sakes, he just got done telling his lover to quit thinking about those stupid people. He was the master now, the keeper of the golden youth. When would this silly boy finally understand? Never was he so pissed off.

“Enough talk,” Wez barked. “I fuck you now.”

The Golden Youth's eyes widened with fear but he obeyed. Over and over that lust-filled episode on his master's motorcycle after the raid played over in his thoughts all day. Yes, he wanted to feel that state of bliss the master brought him to on the bike. Never did he believe such pleasure could exist and he wanted this big burly man to coax his body to the stars again.

Hungrily, Wez's eyes raked over the delicate body he just fucked a few of hours ago. Oh yeah, never could he get enough of the youth's sweet skin. His gaze rested on the pretty penis, half-hard with anticipation. He eased forward, drawing the youth towards him, locking his strong arms around the slim waist.

God, and those big, sapphire blue eyes filled with raw heat, eagerly waiting for him to explore the silken flesh. He could hear those gentle, deep breaths, knowing the youth wanted this as much as he did. Oh man, trying to restrain his lust-filled attack took all of his strength. He wanted to ravage this body but yet, the golden beauty was still too innocent to understand how sexual heat could stir a man to roughly attack the object of his affection.

"I kiss it," he grunted. "I kiss this." A low growl escaped his lips as he clutched the youth's manhood.

The shaft hardened, the erection growing stronger. He looked down at the penis, gently brushing his lips against the slick tip. Oh yeah, pre-cum, lots of seed flowing out. Then the sharp, delicate gasp made his soul shudder. He glanced up. The youth watched him. Those big eyes were wide, the soft mouth slack, amazed at what he was doing.

"Is what lovers do," Wez grunted in a hoarse voice. "Kiss one another all over."

"You want me to kiss yours?" the youth gasped. His pushed back his hair, lightly licking his lips, his eyes still wide. "I will."

Oh God, why did that innocent question and that obedient answer make his insides melt? Wez gave a low growl since he wanted to shove his shaft deep between those pretty lips. "In time, yea. But now I take care of you. Show you what can be done between lovers."

The Golden Youth slowly nodded his head, the eyes still wide, amazed his penis could be sucked and he enjoyed feeling his master's mouth kissing his manhood.

"You like what I do to you today?" Wez asked as his mouth continued to brush against the pretty penis.

"Yes," the youth moaned in a soft voice.

"You like how I can make you feel?" His dark eyes carefully studied his lover's reaction.

"Yes."

Oh yeah, seeing those sapphire blue eyes fire with wet heat was music to his soul. He wanted to hear the pretty moans and feel this delicate beauty keening to his touch.

He gave a grunt, lifting the slim thighs over the bend in his arms. Delicately, he placed his lips against the tight hole, sniffing his lover's scent, a low growl coming from his throat as he inhaled the sweet sweat. His tongue snaked out as he began licking at the hole and kissing the smooth skin.

The youth shivered, his entire body shuddering as he moaned and his hips thrust, yet he also tried to draw back, so frightened, even a bit ashamed since he liked feeling his master's tongue lapping between his buttocks. "I . . ."

"No," Wez growled, glancing up. "Feel it. No more thinking! Just feel!"

The Golden Youth panted, giving another groan. God, he just wanted to spread his legs and grind his ass deep against his master's mouth but yet, oh geez, did people really do this?

"No fear," Wez grunted as he again kissed the hole. "Just feel. Let body do what it want to."

Back went the youth's head on that order as those silken thighs laced around the strong shoulders. The delicate hands dug into the fur as the slim hips came off the robe. Yes, the master said it was okay to like having one's ass licked so he'd let this strong man feast on his hole and yes, don't think! Just let the master do whatever he wishes.

Wez could feel the ache burning up his loins when the shy lad succumbed. Oh yeah, just silently beg to have your ass licked.

Hungrily, he kissed the hole, his mouth open, feasting on the delicate essence and the soft skin. His hands gripped the smooth buttocks and he spread the cheeks wider and he gave a grunt, gazing at the tiny portal. He gently guided his finger into the hole, growling as the beautiful ass consumed his own flesh. He thrust his finger and drew the testicles between his lips, sucking on the youth's balls.

The Golden Youth tried to restrain the soft moans. Oh God, all this licking, sucking and fingering was driving him insane.

"Louder," Wez grunted as he ran his tongue along the base of the shaft while still fucking the tight hole with his finger. "No need to be quiet. We far from the others. Say what is in that mind. Say it."

"Good," the youth groaned. "It feels so good."

"What else?" Wez asked, drawing the tip of the manhood between his lips.

"I want my legs spread by you," the Golden Youth managed to say through heavy breaths. "Please spread my legs wide."

Wez gave a sassy growl. He rose up, parting the legs as requested, pressing his strong arms against the back of the thighs. Yeah, he liked seeing his lover spread in a deep V.

"Yes," the youth cried out.

Hungrily, he began attacking the portal, licking and sucking, making out with the smooth ass. Oh yeah, he could french kiss the pretty hole all night. He slapped his tongue against the flesh, giving a low snarl. Sweet moans filled the tent.

"Keep talking," Wez ordered as he continued to lick.

"I can't," the youth gasped.

"Why not?" Mmm, he was sick of having to talk. He had the cheeks roughly spread, sliding his tongue deep into the portal. Oh yeah, just fuck the ass with his tongue.

"Oh God," the Golden Youth gasped. "What are you . . . Good. So good. Oh God, it feels so good," he softly groaned. "Don't stop. Wait. I can't . . ."

His body began to thrash, no longer in control as that wet heat rose up and consumed him. Then came the scream. He couldn't stop the screams. His back arched as he began grinding his buttocks against the master's face. Oh God, never did he feel anything like this before. That slippery, silken tongue deep inside his ass was driving him insane with desire.

"Yeah," Wez softly growled. "Yeah, Golden Youth. Wanna make you feel so good. Fuck my face cause you so horny. Fuck it. Fuck it! Show me how bad you want it."

"Oh God. So good. So good. I can't hold it . . ." Again another gasp.

"Then cum," he gently growled. "Let me touch it and make you cum. Got all night. Can fuck all night and make you cum many times."

He leaned over then, drawing the manhood deep between his lips, sliding his mouth down the shaft, taking the hard penis into his throat.

"Yes," the Golden Youth cried out.

Wez moaned when that pretty penis fucked his mouth hard. Oh yeah, so goddamn horny was his innocent mate. Well, the youth sure wasn't behaving like a meek, bashful lad now. Those hips were gyrating, balls slamming against his chin as the manhood pumped quickly between his lips.

He inserted his finger deep into the portal, wanting and needing to finger-fuck that ass.

Just then the youth shuddered, his sweet body coiling tightly.

Wez growled, ready for the release. The seed filled his mouth, sliding down his throat as he clamped down with his lips on the tip, sucking hard so that sweet orgasm would last a spell longer. Yeah, wanna make it last for you cause watching you cum is driving me insane. Oh damn, so fucking sexy.

The silken thighs gathered tightly around his shoulders as he listened to the sweet gasps of pleasure, his mate savoring the potent spell. So he nuzzled his face against the crotch, wanting more of the youth's essence embedded into his skin. Yeah, he couldn't resist and he traced his finger down the crack between those cheeks and he rubbed the sweet sweat just above his upper lip so he could inhale his mate's beauty all night.

Oh, how alluring and tempting the youth looked with those delicate fingers tugging at the golden locks, the mouth lax and the wet tongue snaking out to lick the lower lip.

"Yeah, wanna make you feel good," Wez gruffly moaned.

"You do," the Golden Youth whispered in a sultry voice. "So good."

"Your master is very swollen," he growled. "Come here and sit on my desire for you."

He laced his fingers with the youth's, giving a tug, drawing the pretty lad off the soft fur. He lay back then, his own manhood throbbing and almost bursting.

The Golden Youth hesitated, placing a finger to his mouth, the sapphire blue eyes so innocent, unsure what to do.

"Slide on," Wez grunted. "Ride it. I want to look at you. So beautiful. So beautiful you are. You make me so horny."

So the youth edged forward, his legs spread on each side of Wez. He braced his hands against the robe, brushing his buttocks against his master's erection. Now the sapphire blue eyes filled with worry.

"Press against it," he grunted. Oh lord, he needed that ass so bad.

The Golden Youth pulled himself up slightly, deciding to place his hands on his master's chest. Yes, would be easier this way, easier to balance and move up and down on the shaft. He sat back slightly, pressing his ass down on the thick, long manhood. Then he winced, the pain stinging him when he tried to fully seat himself.

"Let me," Wez softly grunted. "Just stay there."

The youth nodded his head.

Wez moved his hips up, sliding his manhood deep into the portal. His gaze was locked on his mate, watching those big, blue eyes widen with pleasure.

"Yes, look at me," he growled.

Then he entwined his fingers with the youth's, flexing his biceps so he'd take his lover's full weight since he didn't want those slim thighs to tire while the pretty lad fucked his dick with that supple ass.

"Move," he grunted. "Move up and down."

The youth obeyed. Slowly, he worked his tight hole up and down that hard pole. A slow breath left his lips and he sighed with pleasure. Oh yes, the master's big dick felt so damn good filling his ass.

Wez grunted. Just feeling his lover's tight portal imprisoning his cock almost did him in. Cripe, he wondered if he'd have to think about fucking Rebel of all people so he wouldn't shoot his load right away.

Oh yeah, work it, baby. You're having fun, aren't you?

The rhythm was increasing and he watched those hips gyrate as the youth pumped harder on his manhood, the big eyes still staring at him, filled with intense heat. The pretty penis was growing erect, hardening with desire from having a thick manhood thrusting into that portal.

"Yeah," Wez sassily grunted.

He drew the youth tightly against him, locking his powerful arms around the slim waist as he bucked his own hips. His hands gripped the smooth ass as he savored the feel of those tight cheeks rutting. Now a slap. Oh yeah, such tender flesh. Again he slapped that pretty ass.

The Golden Youth moaned.

"You like when I spank you?" he grunted.

"Yes," came the silken whisper.

"You been bad boy?" he growled teasingly.

The youth innocently gazed at him. Bad? But he thought he was being obedient? Didn't the master want him to obey?

"Is lovers play," Wez whispered. "Is how I speak to you when we alone. I spank you and say you are being bad cause I like playing with you, Golden Youth."

"I . . ." He peeked at his master underneath the long lashes. "I like playing with you too. I like when you spank me."

"Oh yeah. You feel so good," Wez softly snarled as he again slapped the slim bottom. "Ass feels so good. Like fucking and spanking your ass."

He reached for those silken lips then, his arms now encircling the youth's shoulders, tightly holding his lover while he lavished that soft mouth with a sultry kiss. Yeah, so sensuously gentle was this joining. He just wanted to kiss his mate and feed the pretty ass with his hard flesh. Hmm, and feeling the youth's wet, silken tongue playing with his own made him groan.

Oh God, not even the devil's child had been capable of drawing out these feelings in him during sex. Yeah, kissing the youth, slowly pumping his manhood into the ass, the moment was so tender. And he realized this joining was probably the most bittersweet time in his life. He wanted to tease the youth. He wanted to slap the ass playfully. Yeah, for once in his life he wanted to play and laugh.

Just like the youth had made him draw in the sand with that mesmerizing spell, he was bewitched again, somehow sucking in those innocent feelings his mate possessed.

Again, he smacked the youth's pretty bottom.

"Yes, I'll be bad for you," the Golden Youth moaned.

Oh boy, now that did him in. Wez could feel his insides turn outside. Yeah, be bad, be a little slut when alone with me in the tent. Be my golden whore. Just with me. Only with me when we're alone.

Their gazes locked then, both eyes open as they continued to hungrily kiss and thrust.

"So beautiful," Wez softly growled. "Just you make your master feel this way. Just you."

Oh God, the look filling those blue eyes, so worshiping, so gentle, so in awe . . . that look meant more to him than taking over a compound and winning another battle. That look meant more to him than anything on this earth.

All that mattered was being in this tent, mating with his Golden Youth.

He crushed the youth deeply against him now, feeling that sweet hunger rising in his throat as he thrust rougher and harder. Those soft squeals toyed with his loins as he listened to his lover moan with pleasure, savoring every moment of their mating.

No longer could he resist. He rolled them, laying the youth against the fur robe as he mounted up, settlings his thighs on his lower legs as he spread his mate wide with his knees. He laced his arm underneath the youth's delicate back, drawing his lover tightly against him. And then he wrapped his hand around the pretty, stiff penis.

His mouth covered his mate's as he began hungrily kissing those silken lips. The youth laced his slim arms around the broad shoulders, lifting his slight body so they were locked as one.

Yes, keen to me. Show me how much you want me.

Their tongues hungrily joined, their lips locked together as their moans and sighs filled the tent. The sweet, sultry feelings began to consume both their souls. Both gasped, shuddering as the intense emotions shook them.

His ass was rising high in the air as he pumped harder into his lover, the intensity building to a melting point. Then the explosion shook their souls. He gave his war cry and the youth screamed. Yes, locked together as one and finding a place far from this hell on earth. He had a taste of heaven. Only the youth could bring him up from the burning fires of below, rising to a swirling cloud he never touched before.

His face was buried in the golden mane, his breaths still heavy as the sweat beaded along his forehead and back.

"Golden Youth," he grunted. "All mine. Only mine."

"Only yours," his mate whispered.

He knew then the youth would never run again. This beautiful angel would stay with him.

He entwined his fingers with his mate's. Gently, he pressed his lips against the youth's soft mouth and then rested his head on the delicate chest. "So beautiful," he grunted.

For the longest time neither said anything, letting their heart beats lull back to a steady rhythm and their breathing began to slow.

"Clean you," he murmured.

The youth nodded his head.

So Wez edged down, sliding between the silken thighs as he began licking at the gentle buttocks, eating his own seed from his lover. He washed the pretty portal with his tongue, lapping up all cum.

Yes, time to rest. Time to sleep with their limbs entwined so he could hear the youth's heart beat and keep his lover's delicate body warm from the desert night's chilly air.

*****

Wez was propped up on his elbow, gazing at his lover, wide awake since sleep always left him just before dawn. But the Golden Youth slept on, his body curled into a fetal position, the pretty hands tucked between the knees.

Last night's joining kept playing over in his thoughts. And right now he felt so lost. He wondered if he wandered into that dimension the youth brought him to when the rose of the wasteland had sat out in the sand. Yet, the feelings didn't disturb him. He liked feeling this way. Yeah, he was lost but yet, he knew the youth was guiding him through this strange territory he never set foot on before.

Just then the thick lashes fluttered. So he drew the robe down his lover, gazing at the smooth flesh. The youth peeked at him, blushing slightly over what they did last night.

"No shame," Wez grunted. "Feel no shame. Is what lovers do."

The Golden Youth nodded his head.

Yeah, just like he was teaching the rose of the wasteland the sensual pleasure of joining, he knew the youth was also showing him something . . .

Now he looked to the erect penis. "Relieve yourself," he grunted.

The youth nodded his head, reaching for his pants.

"No, relieve yourself," Wez growled in a tender voice.

The Golden Youth gazed at him peculiarly. "Where should I go?"

He lay over the slim body, pressing his lips against the swollen shaft. "Here," he grunted.

The lad's body quickly stiffened. "What? . . . I don't mean to disobey . . . I can't do this. Is wrong."

"Why is wrong?" Wez asked as he turned, gazing into the blue eyes.

Now the youth blushed. "Is my pee. I can't do this. Please, just let me go outside."

"No more," Wez softly growled. "No more hiding things from me. I am your master. You are mine. Everything about you is mine. Even this." His fingers gripped the penis lightly. "Are you going to deny your master?"

"No," the youth whispered. "I promised I would always obey you and I meant it."

"Then obey."

So the Golden Youth laid back into the robes. Now he blushed again. God, he couldn't do this. Peeing was so private. And yet, the master wanted him to piss in his mouth of all things. Oh no, what if the master wanted him to reciprocate? Could he really drink pee?

Well, he'd have to. He said he'd always obey after he ran away during the raid. The master trusted him and he couldn't break his word. He didn't want to break his word.

So he relaxed and the warm liquid seeped out.

Wez opened his mouth, taking in the golden nectar showering his throat. Yeah, so good. Everything about his mate he wanted. And he told his beautiful lover. "I want everything about you," he grunted, lifting his head off the delicate lap.

"You know everything about me is yours," the Golden Youth replied.

"Come, get dressed," he gruffly stated. "I know you not be alone for other stuff."

Now the youth blushed.

Wez wanted to chuckle. Yeah, so genteel was this lad. Every other man thought nothing of belching, farting, shitting and pissing, but the youth . . . that was another story.

"We got to Humungus's vehicle," Wez said as he slipped on his chaps. "He has something soft for you to use."

Now the youth blushed even harder.

So they dressed and left the tent.

All the marauders were still asleep. Wez checked his crossbow and strode to the big six-wheeled vehicle. He knew the leader would be pissed he was delving into the secret stash that only the Humungus used but so what. He would not deny the Golden Youth luxuries that such a genteel lad should be allotted.

Wez grabbed the toilet paper and motioned for the youth to follow him. Just on the outer circle of the camp he led his lover. There was a rock the youth could lean up against so his mate could relax.

He turned then, handing the youth the roll.

The Golden Youth took the soft tissue and waited.

Wez gazed back.

"Uh, well . . . Can I be alone?" the youth stammered.

"Is dangerous out here," he gruffly replied. "Won't risk your safety. Just go."

What? The master wanted him to relieve himself while he stood on guard? Oh God, there was no way he could do this. "Please . . ." he beseeched.

"Nothing to be ashamed about," Wez grunted. "Is part of life. Go. I not care. You beautiful even when doing what nature calls."

The Golden Youth stared at his boots, realizing the master would not budge. So he turned to the rock, wiggling down the leather pants. He really hoped Wez would not turn around. Never was he so embarrassed. But he realized he'd better get used to this. The master would not allow him privacy or to keep any secrets. So he squatted down on his haunches, leaning against the rock.

Wez turned then, gazing at him.

"Please," the youth begged as he covered his face with his hands.

"I said you beautiful no matter what and you always are," he grunted. Then he turned giving his bashful mate his back as he scanned the area, making sure no signs of life lurked, whether it be a human, snakes, scorpions or anything that could harm his precious rose.

He also scanned the camp, making sure none of his cronies sauntered over. If any of his men dared to gaze upon his youth's bared flesh, he'd kill the intruder. Actually, he knew he'd take on all the Dogs of War if he ever had to defend his mate's honor. And why did such a thought warm his body and make him tingle? Why did he like fighting for his Golden Youth? What were these new feelings?

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Note: "Mad Max" is a trademark and copyright of Kennedy-Miller Entertainment/Warner Bros. George Miller, Byron Kennedy and Terry Hayes (Kennedy Miller Entertainment/ Warner Bros.) hold copyright to the Mad Max Trilogy.
This story is created for fan fiction purposes only. Some dialogue was taken from the script to keep this tale true to the original movie.

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