Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2023 16:11:17 +0200
From: Daemon D. Hart <daemondhart2@gmail.com>
Subject: Sucking It Up - 1

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Sucking It Up is a companion story for In It For Life (the sequel to Prison
Island). For people who have already read the two other stories, published
here, on Nifty, it's about Mouse's life in the army, how he got to know
captain Reynolds and other people. There will be some intersections with
the main storyline from In It For Life, but it will be mainly about Mouse
and how he uses his mouth to make friends while serving the country.

You can find Prison Island, here on Nifty, at this link:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/prison-island/

And In It For Life, here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/in-it-for-life/

Sucking It Up
1.

~

"Sucks being in the army, right?" Mouse dragged a long wet line from the
base of the delicious cock in front of him up to the tip.

"Sucks a lot less when you suck me off," the guy replied and kept his hand
on top of Mouse's head, raking his fingers through his hair. He kept it a
lot shorter now that he was in the army, and he appreciated the treatment.

This guy he was sucking off right now was called Jordan and came from some
northern state where, apparently, they built their men how they built their
cars. Mouse took great delight in devouring the thick veiny lollipop in
front of him, and the wicked play of his tongue made Jordan groan in
pleasure.

"How it's like?" Jordan asked. The guy had a girlfriend back home and, by
what he said, he got blowjobs very rarely. Therefore, he was one of the
most grateful of Mouse's hobby of sucking cock whenever they had a break.

"Do you want to know how it's like to suck cock?" Mouse asked. He held the
throbbing thing by the base and patted his tongue which he had stuck out as
much as he could.

"Yeah, you seem to like it a lot."

Mouse grinned. "Wanna try it?"

Jordan recoiled right away. "No way, I'm not a cocksucker."

"Then keep your curiosity in check." Mouse was done talking. He had a task
at hand, and Jordan immediately moaned as Mouse took him deep down his
throat and began moving his head fast.

One thing with Jordan was how fast he shoot. The guy was pent-up, and Mouse
liked pent-up guys because they fed him nice warm cum quickly so that they
didn't risk getting caught.

He stood up and showed Jordan his tongue coated with cum. As expected, the
other looked away and seemed ready to bolt. "Thanks for the cum. Now, fuck
off," Mouse said with a roll of the shoulders. He craned his neck to one
side, then the other, to work out the kinks. Jordan pushed his cock back
into his pants and made a run for it. "Till next time," Mouse called after
him.

He wiped the corners of his mouth carefully. It didn't serve to be seen by
the others, since too many got horny, and Mouse only had one mouth and two
hands. He had been asked about giving ass, too, but nah, that wasn't for
them, as much as he missed getting a good hard dicking. That was for Kekko,
and maybe Karl, as fucked up as that was. He knew that he'd see them again,
one day, even if it was maybe far into the future. He had no idea.

"Roll call," someone called out and he rushed out of the old warehouse to
be present along with the others.

"What's going on?" he asked one of the guys who were busy forming an
organized line, all looking straight ahead.

"We're getting a new commander, one captain Reynolds," the guy to his right
explained and stopped abruptly. He was a short guy, with small features,
and he always made a badge of honor for himself to stay informed. Mouse
debated whether the guy would want a blowjob or not for some less known
deets on captain Reynolds.

"How is he? Is he going to bust our asses or something?"

"You're talking to me now?" The guy suddenly ruffled his feathers all of a
sudden. "You never talk to me."

"Looks like I just did." Mouse looked at the guy, taking advantage that the
new commander wasn't there just yet. "What's your name? Michael? Mike?"

"Ryan," the guy replied with a scowl.

"Right," Mouse said. "How would you like a good old-fashioned suck tonight
after dinner, Ryan?"

The guy seemed taken aback by the offer. "Are you making fun of me, Ahab?"
He tried to push himself on his heels to seem taller.

"Nope. I never joke about blowjobs. I'm very serious about the topic, just
ask anyone."

Another scowl met his words. "Yeah, you're blowing anyone but me."

Mouse took a good look at the guy. He was cute and insecure. So, he
slouched to one side and then tipped the guy's chin. "I didn't know you
wanted me to."

Ryan stared at him and blinked rapidly. Then he blushed to the tip of his
ears and swatted Mouse's hand away. "You're making fun of me," he decided.

Mouse chuckled. "Let's see if you still think the same when you come down
my throat tonight. Meet me by the old warehouse. What do you have to lose?"

Ryan didn't have a chance to reply to that because the line began arranging
itself with each soldier taking the mandatory stance and saluting as a man
began walking down the line and observing them one by one. Mouse stood
straight and allowed himself to spy by the corner of one eye, which didn't
help a lot.

Finally, the new commander stopped in front of him. "Ahab, that's quite an
unusual name."

Mouse kept silent and just scanned the man in front of him rapidly. He had
to be in his late thirties or early forties and was built like a bull. His
heavyset frame met a contrast in his eyes, a light blue that seemed to
irradiate heat on a weather-beaten face. Mouse wanted to look lower and see
what kind of heat the man packed downstairs but didn't have the
guts. Captain Reynolds was completely bald, whether by the whim of fate, or
because he didn't like hair on his head, so Mouse only took after his dark
blond eyebrows what kind of body hair he could expect.

"Not much of a talker, I see," the captain commented and chuckled.

Mouse wanted to say something, but his chance was gone as the captain moved
away and stopped in front of Ryan.

***

"You came." Ryan was leaning against the corrugated wall, but he
straightened up immediately when he saw Mouse, willing, perhaps, to look
taller.

"I said so, didn't I?" Mouse said and grabbed the guy by the front of his
shirt. He let his lips hover close to Ryan's, just to have the pleasure of
hearing the guy's breathing quicken. "Want me to kiss you first?"

"Do you kiss the others?"

"No."

"Then screw you. Just suck me off."

Ryan was putting on a brave face, but he was clearly the gayest of the
bunch. Mouse could tell the guy wanted that kiss but was too afraid to ask
for it, so he just teased him by moving their mouths very close together,
until little was needed for them to touch. Then, he pushed the guy away,
smacking his back against the wall, and he got to his knees.

Ryan was already locked and loaded and squirmed as Mouse took him quickly
in his mouth. He had a cute average cock, pretty much like him, so it was
no challenge to deepthroat him. Mouse held the guy by the hips and made him
swing them so that he was fucking his mouth. With insecure guys like that,
it was always a good idea to make them feel like they were in control, even
when they weren't.

"Slow the fuck down," Ryan moaned.

Mouse pulled back until only the tip was in his mouth and gave it a
lick. Ryan cursed and slammed his hands against the wall as he began
shooting. Mouse wrapped his tongue around the pulsing head, torturing it
with small licks, while Ryan trembled in his hands.

When he was done, Ryan was red in the face and looked fairly humiliated. He
kept his eyes closed, so Mouth braced one arm above the guy's head and
stared at him with an amused smile on his lips. Eventually, Ryan opened his
eyes and gulped when he realized Mouse was that close to him.

"Fast shooter, eh?" Ryan scowled and tried to run, but Mouth grabbed him by
his shirt. "Not so fast, Peewee."

Ryan sputtered at the nickname. "The fuck do you want?"

Mouse traced the line of the guy's upper lip, focused on how Ryan opened
his mouth, ready for a new challenge. He didn't have that much time to play
tonight, so it had to be it. "I never give bjs for free. So, it's time for
my payment."

Ryan wanted to bolt, but he was a man of honor. "What do you want? I don't
have a lot of cash on me."

Mouse laughed. "How much do you think I charge?"

"Dunno. 50 bucks?"

"I like you. But I take my payment in other ways, too."

"Like how?"

"You're the guy who knows everything, like when we're going to get some
real meat and not just spam, when we're going on a new mission, and when we
get a new commander." Mouse let that sink in for a bit.

"What do you want to know?" Ryan's sullen expression didn't improve.

"Is he the type of guy who's going to sneer at my little hobby or is he
going to keep me on my knees and give me some of that tasty cock?"

Ryan seemed horrified at how he talked. Like Mouse could care less about
that. " Captain Reynolds is married. He doesn't do homo stuff like that."

"Homo stuff, huh?" Mouse moved closer and pressed his hand against Ryan's
still half hard cock which he didn't have time to put away. "Do you want
seconds? I have plenty of tongue to give." He stuck out his tongue and
winked.

Ryan looked like he was ready to choke. "I..."

"Stop before you have a heart attack on me. I'm not that good at CPR. I
might end up trying to resuscitate your cock instead of giving you mouth to
mouth." By how Ryan stared at his lips, it was clear the guy was gagging
for a kiss, and all that teasing hit close to home.

"So, he's going to bust my balls if he catches me while I suck on one of my
favorite lollipops," Mouse said and moved away. "Just my fucking luck."

"He's a cool guy," Ryan ventured. "All the guys from where he commanded
before say so."

"All the guys who are not cocksuckers," Mouse said. "Thanks for the info,
anyway. It warrants a little bonus." He took Ryan by surprise and gave him
a wet sloppy kiss. It took the other two full seconds to push him away.

Mouse laughed and walked backwards. "Next time, I'll take that 50, Peewee."

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Or what? Are you going to make me choke on that mighty cock of yours?"

Ryan blushed and then ground his teeth. "You're an asshole, Ahab."

"Nope, just a good mouth. Don't rat on me to the new captain, and I'll be
nice to you. I really mean it, mate. And don't worry. I'm not going to call
you that in front of others. It's my pet name for you, got it?"

Ryan looked away. "Jordan might rat you out," he said. "He keeps telling
the others how much of a cocksucker you are."

"It's no news. Everyone knows."

"Yeah, but he does it--" Ryan took a deep breath, "you know, in a
disparaging manner."

"Disparaging?"

"Yeah, you know, insulting."

"I know what disparaging means," Mouse said. "Thanks for letting me know. I
have some nuts to bust," he said and cracked his knuckles in a menacing
way.

"Don't tell him you know it from me," Ryan said quickly.

"No worries. I'll make him show his true colors. He's going to swallow all
those disparaging words."

***

"How much longer do we have to march? This guy's fucking crazy."

"Crying much, Jordan?" Mouse teased his mate. He looked around, at everyone
else. They were walking, heads down, staring at each step they put in front
of the previous one. This felt fucking wrong somehow.

"Fuck you, bitch," Jordan said venomously.

"Pay attention to that fucking language, or I'll make you clean the toilets
with that tongue," Mouse said jokingly.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Mouse had sensed Jordan was itching for a fight for at least a week
now. After Ryan had told him the guy was mouthing off shit about him, he
had paid more attention to the asshole. He didn't like what he was seeing,
not one bit. He never observed his mates too much because he wasn't
interested in them beyond sucking their dicks now and then. Not that he
wasn't good at making friends, but he could tell that they were more
comfortable if he wasn't too chummy with them. Mouse just preferred to make
things easier for them by keeping to himself.

Yet, this Jordan dude was pissing him off. He had noticed the sneers and
heard some off-handed comments, and now he was on guard. Captain Reynolds
didn't seem to have learned about his little hobby or, if he did, he didn't
seem to care, which was all the same for him.

However, he needed to put that asshole in place or he would get a bit too
much headache from a guy who just cared about shooting in any warm hole
that he found available. Mouse hiked his backpack higher to release some of
the tension in his spine and broke ranks.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Jordan shouted after him.

"Wherever the fuck I want," Mouse replied over his shoulder.

He was pretty sure Jordan would follow, just because he needed to work out
of his system whatever he had to work out of his system. It didn't take him
long, and Mouse could hear him walking behind. Captain Reynolds was a
fucking sneaky one. He had just ordered them to march in circles, and all
the others hadn't noticed just yet. Mouse knew plenty of ways to scout his
surroundings and find the shortest way to the destination point. Sure, it
didn't help that they were surrounded by the fucking desert, but in any
environment, there were signs you could use, like the sun, the wind, and
everything else. Mouse knew to survive in all possible ways, whether it was
the urban jungle he had to face, or a tropical so-called paradise, or the
barren desert.

"Do you want to get called out by the captain?" Mouse asked without looking
at Jordan.

"I just don't want you to get lost, you fucker," Jordan mumbled.

Mouse walked for some time until he was sure the others were far enough,
and then he stopped. "Alright, Jordan, do you have any beef with me? Spit
it out, get a nice punch in the face, and then fuck off."

Jordan played the surprised act. "The fuck you're talking about? I ain't
got nothing to do with you."

Mouse dropped his backpack and stared at the guy. He was sweaty, tired, and
his dark hair was glued to his forehead, even as short as it was. In
contrast with the rest of him, his hair was really soft, like a chick's. In
his vanity, he didn't shave it; probably girls told him he had nice hair.

"I heard you talking to the other guys," Mouse said, keeping it a secret
about Ryan, as he had promised. "You're talking shit about me."

"That's not true," Jordan denied, but his eyes were darting sideways for an
escape.

"I heard you with my own two ears. You keep calling me a bitch and a
cocksucker."

Jordan snorted. "Which you are."

Mouse grinned and crossed his arms. "Do you like that cock sucked? `Cause I
won't polish your gun anymore."

Jordan's face dropped and then, he became furious. Mouse tensed in
preparation. "Because you have plenty lined up, huh? You suck everyone's
cock. Even Ryan's."

Mouse shrugged, feigning that he was relaxed even as he was ready to
pounce. "So what? And what's wrong with Ryan's cock? It's as good as any."

"Really? He has like a pencil dick," Jordan retorted.

Mouse licked his lips slowly. "But he comes buckets." He had only sucked
Ryan once, so either Peewee had bragged about it, or Jordan had seen them
that night. "Nothing like a warm meal in my belly."

Jordan's face darkened. Mouse was ready when the guy jumped him. He dodged
him quickly and cut his legs from under him, making him fall face first and
eat some sand. "You fucking bitch!" Jordan bellowed, but Mouse was already
straddling his back, holding him down and forcing his arms to a position
from which he couldn't move or do anything.

"What's wrong, Jordan? Come on, tell daddy," Mouse joked while holding the
fucker down. Jordan was built like a shit brick house for his age, but he
didn't know what to do with all that force. It was so damn easy to use it
against him.

"Screw you, asshole, you fucking cocksucker, whore, bitch--"

Mouse held both Jordan's arms tucked behind him and use one hand to slap
the asshole upside the head. As expected, Jordan began growling like a wild
animal. Mouse increased the pressure on his arms until he knew things could
get dangerous.

"You're going to shut the fuck up, take a fucking breather, and then tell
me the fuck is wrong with your monkey brain. Or else, I'm going to break
your arms."

"You're not going to do it! You'll get jail time!"

"Not if I say it was self-defense," Mouse pointed out calmly.

"No one will believe a fag like you!"

"No shit. Captain Reynolds seems like a fair guy. I don't think it will
matter to him that I'm a fag."

"It will, I'll fucking make sure! The captain doesn't want fags in his
unit!"

"You think so? Well, let's see." Mouse pushed himself up and dragged Jordan
by his restrained arms. He could force the idiot to walk like that, bent
from the waist. Sure thing, the fucker tried to move and hit him, and that
was when Mouse punched him in the face. Jordan howled in pain and surprise,
and Mouse did quick work of tying his hands behind his back and then load
him with both backpacks. For good measure, he kicked the idiot in the ass
once. "Move."

"You fucker, you--"

"I told you to watch that tongue. We're going to see the captain now."

"We're lost in the fucking desert!"

"No, we're not. Our unit is, but not us. You should be thankful. We're
going to finish the mission."

***

The captain stared at them without a word. There were no other officers
present at the rendezvous point, and it basically consisted by a single
container that hopefully had some water inside. As much as he was used to
harsh conditions, Mouse was dying for a mouthful of water.

He saluted and smacked his heels together. "Reporting for duty, sir."

Reynolds observed him, amused. "Is your friend reporting for duty, too?"

Jordan's fury had worn out eventually and for some time, he had walked
without spouting another insulting word. He was trembling in exhaustion and
looking down.

"Not my friend," Mouse replied cheerfully.

"I see." The captain gestured for him to unload the backpacks from
Jordan. "Untie him."

Mouse followed the order without commenting. Jordan managed to straighten
up.

"Explain," the captain said.

"He's a fag!" Jordan shouted.

Mouse flinched when the captain struck Jordan hard across the
face. Everything happened so fast that if he had blinked, he could have
missed it.

"Explain," the captain said calmly, staring at Jordan.

Mouse kept his mouth shut. Reynolds wasn't looking at him, so he wasn't
expected to talk.

Jordan wavered. Clearly, one strike over the face was enough.

"Explain," the captain barked. "Back straight, eyes on me, soldier!"

Jordan quickly assumed the position.

"Now talk," Reynolds continued.

Jordan licked his lips and frowned as if in pain. He was one second from
crying like an idiot. Mouse sighed internally and decided to
intervene. "It's my fault, sir."

"Was I talking to you, Ahab?"

"No, sir. But I don't think Jordan has the mental ability to process what's
going on."

Mouse could swear there was a hint of a smile on Reynolds' face.

"So, he's stupid," the captain concluded.

Mouse didn't comment.

"Is he?" Reynolds insisted.

"Just confused, sir," Mouse replied.

A small grunt followed instead of a reply. "You're the only two who got to
the destination point within the required deadline. There's water
inside. I'll take you back to the compound."

"But what about the rest?" Mouse asked.

"They're going to walk some more for a while. They'll be retrieved later,
hopefully, with a lesson learned."

Mouse let Jordan walk first inside the container. He waited until the other
drank his fill and then he grabbed a bottle himself. They didn't say a word
to each other.

***

It was no surprise to be summoned the next day to the captain's
office. Mouse expected some fallout; some of the guys must have talked, and
the commander had to know that he was a pro cocksucker by now. If the
captain didn't like fags, then he was shit out of luck.

He took off his cap as he entered and remained standing while the captain
seemed busy writing down something. It could be his sentence. If Karl's dad
didn't like what he was hearing about a fag in the army, then his ass was
going to be toast. He'd survive prison, too, he decided as he looked at the
captain who appeared not to give a damn that he had a guest.

Mouse waited patiently. He hadn't been trained as a hunter by his dad to
lose his patience under pressure at such important moments.

"Ahab," the captain finally said and leaned back in his chair.

"Yes, sir," Mouse replied loudly and looked ahead, keeping a straight back,
and his arms by his sides.

"After pressuring them for a bit, your mates told me some interesting
things about you."

Mouse knew exactly what the captain meant by that but decided to hold his
tongue.

"Would you like to know what things?" the captain asked.

"If I have the clearance for that," Mouse replied.

Reynolds began chuckling and shook his head. "You're smart, dedicated,
resilient. You're a good soldier, Ahab."

The captain called the rest by their family names, but not him. It was like
Reynolds liked the sound of his name.

"Thank you, sir."

"But, at the same time, it looks like you managed to cause some conflict
within your unit."

"I don't see how that's my fault."

"You don't, huh?" The captain stood from his chair and moved around the
desk. He was now across from Mouse and he leaned against his desk, crossing
his arms. Mouse was impressed by the guy's stature. Even leaning in that
relaxed stance, he was considerably taller than him. Mouse didn't usually
feel dwarfed in the presence of other men, mainly because he knew most of
them would like to have their cocks sucked, but Reynolds was of a different
breed.

"I really don't, sir."

"I should punish you for lying, but you were basically the only one who
realized the real purpose of the last training session, so I'll let it
slide. However, I want to hear the truth. Why did you pit Mannard and Lowes
against each other?"

Mannard was Jordan, and Lowes was Ryan. Mouse was better with family names,
usually, too. He frowned slightly. "When did I do that?" He hoped his
surprise sounded genuine enough because it really was.

The captain examined him for a bit. "They fought last night." Mouse
wondered how come he didn't know about it. "In the showers."

Go figure. Mouse always took his shower first and was out of there before
anyone else. Then, he had slept like a log, so he hadn't learned about the
fight. And now, first thing in the morning, he had been summoned to the
captain's office. "I had no idea."

"Now you know. I understand that you like giving your mates something they
cannot easily get somewhere else."

Alright, they were going to talk like that. Mouse wondered if it was a good
idea to say it like it was.

"Your blowjobs must be really something, if boys like them fight over you
like that."

Ah, so he didn't have to dance around the topic. "Well, it's not like I can
help it if I'm that good," he said.

The captain laughed, and it was a good natured laugh, so Mouse relaxed a
little. He eyed the wedding ring on the guy's left hand. Who said married
guys didn't like blowjobs?

"Alright, Ahab. I'm not going to bust your balls over it since you're the
best soldier I've seen in a long time. But," he put one finger up, "you
need to make sure these boys don't lose their heads over you."

"How am I supposed to do that? They're the stupid ones."

"Ah, so you don't mind calling them stupid when they're not present."

Mouse shifted his weight a little. "Look, captain. They like getting their
cocks sucked, and I like sucking cock. It's no big deal. I don't get why
they're getting their panties in a twist."

Reynolds didn't seem fazed by the way he spoke about stuff like that. They
were talking cocksucking, for fuck's sake. "Then you're not too smart,
either, not when it comes to this. You caused some little jealousies."

"Jealousies?" Mouse snorted. "Mannard has a girlfriend back home, and Lowes
is as straight as they come. It's not like any of them want to walk me down
the aisle or some shit." It looked like he could speak freely.

"And they're both a long way from home and any girlfriends," Reynolds
said. "They might just like you a bit too much."

Mouse grimaced. Yeah, that was the kind of complication he didn't
need. "Mannard has been talking shit about me lately, so I don't think
that's true. And Lowes is a moment from biting my head off if I do as
little as tell him `hi'."

He knew about what the captain was saying about Ryan. Ryan was the kind of
guy deep in the closet who had no idea what to do with his attraction for
dudes. But Jordan, well, the captain had to be wrong about him. He was just
a scumbag. It was probably that because of his dirty stupid mouth that his
girlfriend didn't want to blow him, either.

"I have some advice for you," the captain said. "Suck them off equally."

"I do that," Mouse said defensively. "They're the morons."

"Suck them off together," the captain continued.

"What?"

Reynolds chuckled again. "Do you need me to draw you a picture? It looks to
me like you're practiced."

"That's kind of kinky, captain." Mouse felt like he liked his new commander
more and more.

Reynolds shrugged. "Keep it on the down low. And don't tell anyone I told
you to do that. Do we have a deal?"

"Sure thing, sir."

"Dismissed, soldier."

Mouse didn't want yet to move. "I'm very good at it, sir," he said and
gulped. Fuck, was he having it bad for his captain, now? He eyed the man's
crotch suggestively.

"Good for you," the captain said. "And good thing it's not the only thing
you're good at. Didn't I say `dismissed'?"

Mouse saluted and walked out, feeling slightly disappointed. He wasn't
going to suck off captain Reynolds and that was a real bummer.

***

Unlike other times, Mouse waited for the others to finish their shower. He
had told both Jordan and Ryan to do the same, and now he only have to get
the two morons together. As expected, when they saw each other, they
assumed a battle stance. In the meantime, Mouse had learned about the
fight. Ryan still had a black eye, and Jordan a swollen lip. If Kekko ever
learned about it, he'd have such a good laugh about it.

Mouse moved toward them. "You two, wash those filthy cocks," he ordered.

His new standing with the captain appeared to give him a bit of authority,
because Jordan and Ryan both got under the showerheads and began washing
without saying a word.

Mouse put a towel down and knelt on it, then gestured at both of them to
come. He grabbed them by the dicks and pulled them toward his mouth. "Stop
fighting for shit," he said.

Both Jordan and Ryan were breathing hard above him. Clear as day, they had
no idea what to expect.

"You're not shit," Ryan mumbled.

Jordan kept his mouth shut. Mouse gave the engorged head a good lick and
then, pulled at Ryan's average dick and swallowed him half. "You two," he
said as soon as his mouth was free, "are going to be very good friends, dig
me?" He rubbed the two heads together, making their owners gasp in
unexpected arousal and disbelief. "Or else, I'm not going to suck your
cocks anymore. And not only that, I'm not going to suck any cock at
all. That might get you in trouble with the others as soon as I tell them
why my mouth is closed for business. Am I making myself clear?"

"As day," Jordan admitted first.

"Okay," Ryan said reluctantly.

"Good, now let me see how much of that tasty cum you have for me."

Mouse pushed both heads into his mouth making sure to make them touch while
he did his thing with his tongue. Jordan used Ryan's shoulder to keep his
balance, and Ryan snuck one arm around the other's waist. Even though their
moves were hesitant, their cocks were hard as rock.

Mouse licked them good and began sucking one, then the other. It didn't
take the two long. Soon, he had a mouthful of mixed cum, and boy, it was
the best thing he had had in ages.

tbc