Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2023 16:44:49 +0300
From: Daemon D. Hart <daemondhart2@gmail.com>
Subject: Sucking It Up - 9

Copyright 2023 -- Daemon D. Hart

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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

9.

"Is it going to work?" Mouse asked, searching Reynolds' face for signs that
they should reconsider and just go back to the drawing board. He didn't
want to do that; the more they postponed putting their plans into action,
the more Francesco had to endure at the hands of that fucker.

"We will make it work. It's not without dangers and risks," his CO
explained. "But there is no way out for the senator after something like
this. Those he's in cahoots with won't hesitate to sell him if they get a
lighter sentence. That, in the event that we don't make the asshole pay
directly for his games."

"I will let Karl know about this."

"He might want to be lenient with his father," the captain pointed out.

"He hates that asshole's guts," Mouse said.

"Yes, but that doesn't make the asshole less than his father. We will have
a good conversation with Karl on the topic once we get together. We will
move soon. I arranged for us to go on leave. We won't be traveling
together, and we will make contact at the right moment, and not a moment
sooner. There is no need to draw attention to us."

"Morgan, Karl's bodyguard, he's going to help us."

"I'm already in contact with him," Reynolds confirmed. "I will leave
tomorrow, but you will spend another week here, by yourself. The man I
leave in charge, Mr. Greystone, won't give you any trouble."

"Ah, is that a way to tell me that I get to lazy around for a bit, sir?"

The smack over his ass took him by surprise. The pleased glint in Reynolds'
eyes at his outrage let him know that the first part of their planned
evening was getting to an end, and now it was time for more pleasurable
stuff. He scooted closer, since they were both standing and leaning over
the desk, and without saying anything, he grabbed the older man's crotch.

Reynolds inhaled sharp and crisp.

"May I suck you off until your balls are dry, sir?" Mouse asked, playing
the innocent.

He gasped as Reynolds pulled him into a harsh, hungry kiss. That kind of
kiss reminded of Karl, how angry he had used to be when Francesco was
trying to get them to play nice with each other. Was the captain also
conflicted about wanting to kiss him?

"Call me Hank," Reynolds said curtly. "We're alone."

"May I suck your cock, Hank?" Mouse asked politely, no matter how strange
it sounded to hear himself using first-name basis with the captain.

"Get to work. You look wonderful with your mouth full."

He didn't wait to be asked again. In a moment, he was on his knees, pulling
out the captain's big cock. Damn, it felt so good to have such a gorgeous
thing move through his lips and fucking the back of his throat. It looked
like his CO had kept it all for him because he moved his hips fast and
began fucking his face.

No matter how polite the captain was, how restrained, there were moments
like this when he went all out. Mouse let out stifled moans as he got his
throat penetrated over and over. The first round would end up right in his
stomach.

As soon as he thought that, the captain grunted and held his head like he
was some blow doll, releasing everything stored in his balls down Mouse's
throat. Fuck, he could feel it and fought down any instinct to choke just
so that he could prove to the man that he would make good on his promise.

He was a bit dizzy when he was pulled back to his feet. Reynolds grinned
and wiped the corner of Mouse's mouth with his thumb. Then, he gave him a
small kiss. "When was the first time you realized you like to eat cum?"

The question took him by surprise. Mouse scratched his head. "I can't say
that I remember exactly. I guess it was an acquired taste. I had to suck
cock to survive by myself on the streets."

That earned him a sigh and a paternal pat on the head from Reynolds. "Do
you like it? My cum?"

Of course, the captain hadn't had any other dude suck his cock before. He
was probably trying to understand what was what.

He smiled and leaned forward. "It's absolutely delicious."

Reynolds laughed and shook his head. "When you say it like this, it's easy
to believe you."

Mouse blinked a couple of times. "Do you think I do this only because
you're helping me to take down the asshole that's torturing Francesco?" He
stepped away and crossed his arms.

Reynolds moved behind him and hugged him. He kissed the crown of his head
and began talking. "I'm an army's man, Ahab. I'm not that good at making
proper conversation when it's about anything else. What I mean to say is
that you have Karl and Francesco, and all the young boys around here. Their
spunk has to taste better to you. Tell me it isn't so."

Mouse couldn't believe it. Was the captain lacking confidence about how
much his personal cocksucker liked him? "A man's cum is like wine,
captain," he said and snickered. "You know, aged and all that."

Reynolds caught on and kissed his head again, this time laughing out
loud. "I think you need to prove it to me, because ever since you gave me a
taste of what it feels to have my cock sucked by someone as good as you, I
can't exactly think clearly anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that, captain."

"It looks like I need to teach you to call me by my name."

Mouse turned to face his CO. The look in the captain's eyes told him that
he wasn't just someone to be used and thrown away. If he were the
sentimental kind, he'd be moved to tears. Good thing he wasn't. He left
that for others.

"How about you teach me more about how to blow you just the way you like
it?" he asked.

"You're doing a fine job by yourself. I must say that I got little of it in
my life before I met you."

"That's something we really need to correct. But captain, how come others
haven't come on to you? I mean both men and women. You're one sexy mofo."

Reynolds laughed at his praise. "Maybe I put everyone off with my usual
attitude. Sex hasn't been much on my mind. My life is the army, and my
wife... ex-wife is right after all."

"Then I'm glad I was the one to breech your defenses, sir... I mean, Hank."
Mouse caressed the man's Adam's apple with his lips, moving lower, on the
sweaty chest. The smell alone was enough to make him go nuts. He absolutely
loved it, and it made him hard beyond belief.

He snuck a hand to adjust his own cock in his pants.

Reynolds pulled back. "Undress, soldier," he ordered in a playful tone. "I
want you to show me everything."

Mouse laughed as he began pushing down his pants. "But you must have seen
plenty of guys in the buff in your life."

"True, but I haven't looked at them like I'm looking at you right now."

"How's that?" He cocked his head to one side, feeling flirtatious.

"Like I know that I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours and feed you my
cum over and over, until there's nothing left in my balls."

There was a kinky side to the captain, and Mouse wanted to explore it end
to end. "I want to take your balls in my mouth," he said, and his voice
came out ragged and unusual. This whole setup was getting to him, after
all.

Reynolds threw a knowing grin at him and removed the rest of his
clothes. Then, he lay on the bed, his legs parted enough to allow the
unimpeded view of that heavy sac between them. Mouse climbed the bed and
went straight for his prize. He took each ball in his mouth and licked it,
without helping himself with the hands. He spent some time there, getting
those hairy balls properly wet with his spit. He caught each of them
between his lips and pushed out his tongue to give them a good licking.

"That's how you make me walk with a pair full every day," the captain
commented while watching him with hungry eyes. "Now swallow my cock to the
hilt and show me more of that throat work I know you for."

Mouse was all over the captain's cock without being told twice. Once his
nose was resting against the captain's pubic hair, he looked up, as much as
he could do that from his position.

"As I thought." Reynolds chuckled. "It's a good look on you."

Mouse dropped his gaze. The captain's dirty talk had him going, so he was
rubbing himself against the mattress. Reynolds caressed his head. "Now bob
your head and make me come again. Don't swallow this time. We need the lube
for your sexy ass."

His cock twitched at that promise. He'd get fucked, and that was great to
hear. Now, he only needed to control himself not to swallow by accident or
greed. He hadn't talked crap about really liking the captain's jizz. Now,
he had to be careful not to gobble it all down.

Reynolds must have guessed what was on his mind because he grabbed him by
the back of his neck and held him slightly upward, while handling his own
cock. "Stick your tongue out and be ready to take my load, pretty boy."

Mouse held his eyes locked with the man while Reynolds jizzed in his mouth,
showing great control at not spilling and making sure that all of it landed
where planned.

It took the man only a few moments to recover and then he opened his
palm. Without being told to, he let all that juicy cum land there and
turned his ass to Reynolds, obediently and eager to feel the man's cock up
his chute.

"Oh, yes," Reynolds murmured as he coated Mouse's ass with his jizz. "Look
how it's sucking my fingers in. You want something more, boy? Do you want
daddy's cock?"

Mouse moaned helplessly. Sure thing, he wanted that. He understood
Francesco completely, had understood him that time with Morgan on the
island. Boys like them, no matter how tough or soft, needed a bit of daddy
in their lives.

And Reynolds had read him well. The slap made him grunt, even though it was
only to get his attention. "Well?" the man asked. "You won't get it until I
hear you say it."

"Yes, I want--" Mouse gasped as one more finger was added, scissoring his
ass. "I want your cock, daddy." The words sounded weird coming from his
mouth, at least, that was what he thought. But it was what the captain
wanted, and he didn't want to argue on that front.

"Look how nicely you open up," Reynolds commented. "I never thought I'd
have sex with a young man like you."

"Then, pretty please, believe it and give it to me already," Mouse
insisted.

There was no more need for him to ask again, because he could tell the
captain's huge cock was now aligned with his asshole. He trembled in
anticipation and hissed as he felt the thing breeching through. Reynolds
hadn't stretched him to the point that his cock would go in easily, but he
enjoyed the stretch and the burn. When he was letting himself get fucked
for money, he took care of stretching himself beforehand, only to avoid
that tearing sensation and have his clients finish fast without him feeling
much discomfort.

But he wouldn't use cheap whore tricks with the captain. The man deserved
better, and Mouse let out shaky breaths while Reynolds penetrated him,
slowly at first. Once he bottomed out in his ass, he embraced him and
turned his head for a kiss.

It only crossed his mind moments later that Reynolds could taste his own
cum like this. He pulled his mouth away. "It's dirty, captain," he
murmured. "I just sucked you off."

It looked like the man didn't care for his protests and pulled him back to
kiss him hard on the lips and snuck his tongue inside, tasting him
fully. "I don't mind it," he said curtly.

From that position, Mouse couldn't properly see the man's eyes, but he
could tell that something was happening with the captain. He was hotter
than usual, and it was evident that his cock was rock hard. Not that he had
noticed any signs of a waning erection ever since he had gotten freaky with
his superior, but still, it seemed like Reynolds wanted him a lot more than
he had expected.

He put that away. Reynolds pulled back and slammed back in, making him
inhale sharply and moan at the sharp sting that faded slowly until the next
thrust. The captain was giving it to him hard. Mouse leaned forward as
Reynolds pushed his head into the mattress while holding his ass up. He was
getting used big time, and he fucking loved it.

"Such a good ass, Ahab, you have such a good ass," Reynolds praised him,
over and over.

Mouse grunted and kept his face buried in the crook of his elbow, while his
ass got hammered. He felt so hot all over, those words of praise just as
good as the hard cock inside him, if not better.

"Take it, oh, fuck, take it, you sexy boy," Reynolds grunted and swore
under his breath, while he pushed himself further and further inside
Mouse's ass.

He could tell the captain was finishing, and he didn't want to miss the
chance. He grabbed his own cock and began stroking it fast. When Reynolds
jizzed inside his ass, he was cumming, too.

Reynolds slapped his ass playfully, although he was breathing hard. "Good
boy," he added one last praise before pulling his cock out. Mouse moaned as
his ass was stretched by the captain again, this time with his
fingers. "You look so good with my cum gushing out of you. When this blows
over and is done, I'll take you on a little vacation and use your ass until
I'm satisfied."

Mouse looked over his shoulder. "So, you're not yet satisfied? I need to do
a better job, then."

Reynolds laughed. "You've done enough, boy. For now. Now come." He offered
one hand and helped Mouse to a sitting position. Then he ran a hand through
Mouse's short hair. "I'm afraid you're making me addicted to boy pussy,
Ahab."

"You should try my Kekko's hole. Once you go inside his tight ass, you
don't ever want to fuck anyone else."

Reynolds kissed him on the forehead. "I don't think anyone's good enough to
make me forget about wanting to fuck you."

"We'll see. I want Kekko to enjoy your big cock, too, captain."

Reynolds caressed his head slowly. "Would you let me fuck your boyfriend?
Aren't you jealous?"

"I would be," Mouse admitted. "And I haven't told him yet that you're
giving me dick."

"He might not like you giving me ass." Reynolds seemed worried.

Mouse knew he didn't have time to explain to the man all the intricacies of
the relationship he shared with Francesco and Karl. He just nodded, without
offering anything more.

Reynolds pulled him in for another kiss, and he felt the guy's hard cock
poking him in the abs. "Ready for another round?" he asked.

"If your ass can take it."

That was the captain, always considerate, even after giving a dude a good
hard fucking. Mouse kissed him instead of offering a confirmation.

***

He took in Karl's hunched shoulders. Yeah, he didn't like it either, but
Francesco needed to be kept in the dark for their plans to work. He hadn't
yet made contact with Reynolds, and Morgan was in charge of the
communication to limit the amount of loose ends. Therefore, they were in a
bit of a limbo until further notice.

And he had just fucked Karl. He hadn't yet gotten over that. Maybe he could
pinch himself to see if he wasn't dreaming. Karl had even asked him to live
with them after his stint in the army was over. They were talking like they
had already taken down Karl's old man, and there was no problem left for
them to solve.

Mouse wasn't usually keen on that kind of thinking. It made a man less
sharp, less focused on the task at hand. The way he still felt the rush to
his brain caused by having fucked Karl didn't help, either.

"Stop giving me doe eyes like a cow in love," Karl threw at him.

Mouse chuckled. "I hope you don't plan to become a comedian. Your jokes
suck."

Karl cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not joking. You're not
going to go soft on me, right?"

Mouse shook his limp dick. "Too late for that. You milked my cock good with
that ass of yours."

Karl looked away. There were still many things this guy held hidden, all to
himself. Not even Francesco could say he knew Karl inside out; at least,
Mouse thought that.

A ton of things had to weigh on the guy's mind. Mouse sat on the bed, by
his side, and took Karl by the shoulders. "Look, man, we're going to do our
best."

Karl gave him a dirty look but didn't push him away. "Not good enough if
it's not going to save Cesco from my dad."

Mouse nodded. "Then we'll do what it takes. Everything it takes."

"That's more like it," Karl said aggressively.

Then, much to his surprise, Karl kissed him. It was a sort of desperate
kiss, and it got teeth, because the guy was biting his lips. Mouse knew
what Karl wanted. He pushed him on his back and got between his
legs. "You're still slick enough," he said, and took Karl from the front,
like they were a married couple or some shit.

Karl grunted and didn't ease his ass muscles to allow Mouse to get in. But
he got it, yeah, he got it. To go out there and take down that asshole of a
dad he had, Karl needed to feel dominated and forced to obey by someone he
could trust.

Mouse had to admit that he felt proud that Karl thought of him like
that. And also horny, because his cock was hard again and pushing through
the tight ring of Karl's ass.

It was an uphill battle with this guy, but Mouse enjoyed it. He grabbed
Karl by the throat with one hand and forced him to accept kiss after kiss,
while fucking his ass. They matched each other, grunt by grunt, dirty look
by dirty look, until Mouse felt like there was no way he could get harder
than he already was.

Then, he launched his last offensive. "Read my lips, Karl. I fucking own
your ass."

Karl moaned. Those had to be the words he wanted to hear, although it
wasn't Mouse he wanted to hear them from. People in life took what they
could. That was his way of doing things, and that was why he could live
with Francesco being married to Karl and him being sort of a third wheel in
their weird relationship.

That's why he didn't mind this. He wanted to put Karl in his place, even if
it was just make-believe.

"Yeah, you're a fucking bitch," he whispered. Karl squirmed in his grasp,
while Mouse increased the squeeze on his throat. "That's why you're getting
cock right now, because you can't live without it."

He had expected it but hadn't quite prepared. Karl pushed him off and
punched him in the face, making him stumble and fall off the bed. Then, he
towered above him, and Mouse waited. Hopefully, they weren't going to fuck
up each other before the actual fight they were getting ready for.

But Karl straddled his lap, put his cock inside him again and rode him, all
the time looking ahead, like the fact that he was using Mouse as his
personal dildo didn't matter.

They both cummed silently. Mouse didn't say a word, and Karl held it in
until he let out a harsh exhalation.

The phone rang at the right time, because he had no idea what they could
say to each other after something like that. Karl moved, Mouse's jizz
leaking down the inside of his thighs and grabbed the phone. "Yeah?" he
barked and then waited.

Mouse could only guess who was at the other end. He pushed himself up and
put his cock away. Karl threw the phone on the bed. "We're moving."

He nodded. "Okay." Then he worked his jaw and rubbed it.

Karl walked closer to him and held his chin, batting his hand away. "You'll
get a little bruise. Don't get all whiny on me for it."

"Who's doing that, asshole?" Mouse shot back.

Karl grinned and then kissed him, right on the place where he had hit
him. "Good. That's my husband."

Mouse stared after Karl as he moved away and walked toward the
bathroom. Husband, huh? He hadn't thought of that.

tbc



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