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
All in all, life was great. That if he didn't take into account that he wasn't making any progress in finding dirt on Karl's dad. He had asked around, as cautiously as he could, to see if anyone from that unit or related to it had connections with the big kahuna. Francesco was right about one thing. What he was doing right now, it was crazy and dangerous.
That meant that he needed to change his angle. So far, he had played nice, acting like some lame ass private eye in search of a rich lady's lost poodle. What he needed was to start thinking like a criminal. Just as he thought that, his eyes fell on that goddamn Pike, who, somehow, had found his way back to the unit after his leave of absence. The captain had assured him that Pike wouldn't give him any more trouble, but right now, Mouse was looking for it.
Without giving it a second thought, he sauntered toward Pike. "Sergeant," he said loudly and saluted.
"If it isn't the captain's little pet," Pike sneered and pushed himself away from the barrel against which he had been leaning before. There was a lot of work to do around, and this motherfucker still found ways to stay clear of all of it.
The nickname unsettled him for a bit. Did Pike know anything about how he had sucked off Reynolds, and not that far back?
"He thinks the bunch of you," Pike continued and gestured around, "is better than animals. But you're not. Nah, you need to be put to work, and worked to the bone, or else you'll get ideas." He knocked against his own temple. "He thinks a good beating is a bad way of dealing with you lot."
"I disagree," Mouse found himself saying. "I think a good beating is not bad at all to discipline signs of insubordination."
Pike searched his face. The drill sergeant surely thought he was joking. "Don't you have work? Fuck off before I find something for you to do."
"Yes, sir," Mouse said and saluted again. "But if you ever feel the need to discipline me--"
Pike stared hard at him. "I said, fuck off, soldier."
Mouse turned on his heel. The seed was planted. Maybe that fucker didn't care about getting his dick sucked or fucking a boy, but he sure loved to inflict pain. That was something to work with. Usually, from his experience, perverts like that hunted in packs.
He was slightly shaking as he walked away from Pike as fast as he could. His experience as a street whore told him that he would be sought by his drill sergeant and not too late. However, he couldn't quite manage the sinking feeling in his gut for a moment or two.
"Are you thinking about your boyfriend?" Ryan questioned him as he sat on the bunk bed across from him.
"In a way," Mouse admitted.
"We won't be here forever. You'll go back to him."
"Yeah."
"Something's wrong," Ryan said after several moments of silence. "You're not yourself."
"How's that?" Mouse continued to stare at the ceiling, not that there was anything interesting to watch there.
"You know, cheery, not giving a fuck. You're all tense. And you're scared."
"Jeez, Peewee, I didn't know we had a shrink on site. I'd have hit you for some wonder pills."
"Joke all you want. Something's not right. You can tell me. I'm your friend."
Mouse sighed. "You got nothing to worry about, Ryan. But thanks for offering to have my back. That's huge."
Ryan moved to sit on the bed by his side and forced him to scoot over. Mouse agreed, although he wasn't in the mood for talking and sharing feelings. Jordan could say all he wanted that Ryan wasn't a chick. In some ways, he was like one. Maybe he would make a good girlfriend for Jordan, but Mouse wasn't going to run his mouth about that.
It looked like Ryan took that as an invitation to move even closer. He turned on one side and wrapped one arm around him. Mouse could feel his breath on his chest. "Peewee, if Jordan sees us all lovey-dovey like this, it's going to be trouble," he teased his friend.
"I don't care," Ryan replied and buried his face into Mouse's armpit. "After he fucked me, I'm all invisible to him."
"Because he left a little birdie out of the cage," Mouse explained.
"He didn't mean it," Ryan argued. "Obviously."
"Why are you two lazying about?" a voice boomed, startling both of them.
Mouse and Ryan scrambled to their feet at the same time and assumed the position, while Pike walked toward them. It shouldn't have been a big surprise that the drill sergeant slapped both of them over the face, making them sway. At least, for Mouse it wasn't, but Ryan gasped in what seemed both outrage and surprise.
"Spreading your fag ways around, Ahab?" Pike spat as if that name was poison in his mouth. "And you, Lowes? Are you a fag, too?"
Ryan remained silent, but Mouse could tell he was seething. Not a good idea.
"No, sir, he's not," he replied instead. "I asked Private Lowes to check an old wound of mine."
Pike stopped in front of him and stared him in the eye. Mouse could tell the man was evil without looking twice. He was searching for a reason. Too bad, Ryan was about to get caught in the crossfire, and that Mouse couldn't let it happen.
"A scheme of yours, no doubt," Pike hissed at him and caught him by the throat.
"Sergeant, sir," Ryan shouted at him.
"Lowes, get out!" Pike barked. "Don't you dare go cry to the captain, or I'm going to beat your ass six ways into Sunday, got it?"
"Go, Ryan," Mouse said, fighting to get each word out. He hoped to God Peewee wasn't going to play the hero.
Pike just increased his squeeze. "Go, Lowes, unless you want me to deal some real damage here."
Ryan ran out of the barracks. Pike let Mouse drop. He had to cough and rub his throat. He kept his head down all the time, waiting for another strike. "You're looking to give me a reason, aren't you, Ahab?" The drill sergeant took pleasure in calling him that, using a parody of how the captain spoke, to rub it in that he could do whatever he wanted. "To discipline you."
"You're right, sir," Mouse admitted.
Pike kneed him in the stomach and laughed as Mouse went down. "We'll see if you still have that mouth on you when I'm finished with you. Too bad I can't straighten you up right now. Tonight, you'll be on leave. Be out by nine. There are some friends of mine I want you to meet."
Pike had to be fucking crazy and stupid. Ryan had witnessed the whole thing. If anything was to happen to him--
No, wait, Mouse thought. Things were working out, actually.
"If you want to be disciplined so much... you will get what you need, son." Pike put his boot on Mouse's back to keep him down, although there was no need for that.
Pike was so pleased. Got the fucker where he wanted. If some douchebags like him wanted to fuck up a boy, the chances were that they wanted their chance to play with him over and over. Such an opportunity couldn't be let to pass.
Unless Pike really hated his guts and didn't mind organizing a one-way trip for him. Mouse remained on the ground while the drill sergeant walked away. That would be fucking bad, which meant that he needed to think.
Mouse felt the same nervous trepidation when he had to wait for a john that he knew was up to no good. He always had his own calculations and methods to get away if things went bad, but that life was supposed to have been left behind. Now, he didn't know. He had taken his precautions, and it wasn't like him to feel that kind of thing in the pit of the stomach, like something was about to go wrong.
Pike made him jump by grabbing him by one arm. "I hope you won't play the stupid or the fool now."
Mouse willed himself to relax. "I know what I need, sir."
"And what's that?" Pike's acrid mouth breath stank the evening air.
Mouse had to fight not to gag. "Some proper punishment, sir."
"That's what you're going to get, boy. We'll pull all the stops to make sure that you get it."
The `we' was unsettling, but Pike had promised as much and Mouse was counting on it. With a little luck, he'd get an in to the circle of perverts that might know Karl's dad. A guy who fucked his son-in-law on the down low and enjoyed seeing him gangbanged couldn't be alone in his perversions.
He didn't say a word as Pike dragged him like he was some rag doll and pushed him into the back of a truck. So, he would be transported like cattle. Good to know, and also good for him because he could keep his eyes on the road and transmit his position all the time. Pike should have thought to search him first. Maybe the asshole had gotten a bit too excited over the opportunity to beat the crap out of him. Maybe. Mouse wasn't the kind of fool to let his guard down.
The truck was moving and Mouse had to grab the side to steady himself. He put his other hand in his pocket. The presence of the electronic device helped him breathe freely.
It could be just any other place in the desert, but it wasn't. Mouse knew as much as his fingers sent the location quickly. He pretended to be bored when Pike got out and grabbed him. He didn't say a word as he was pushed through the door of the seemingly abandoned building and forced him to make acquaintance with the floor.
"Ouch, have we started already?" he asked and pretended to be relaxed and without a worry about what would happen to him next.
"Not yet. There's someone who's going to share the show with you."
Mouse pushed himself up and looked around. "What the fuck?" he asked. "I thought I would be the main dish or something." Were they trying to pair him with someone? Not quite what he had expected. Maybe they liked to watch while someone with more stamina and strength would do the beating.
A door to the left opened and someone was pushed through. The light that came from the other room made the one he was in seem dark, and his eyes had some trouble adjusting. However, the muffled grunt that came out of the other guy as he was thrown at his feet made his heart jump in his throat.
"Ryan," he let out. "What the fuck, Pike?" he bellowed.
He was kicked in the back hard and made to fall over his mate. Ryan had a gag in his mouth and he had his hands tied behind his back.
"Let's see how you're going to squeal, little piggies," Pike said and roared with laughter.
"Let him go, why is he here?" Mouse asked.
"You don't get to ask questions, you fucking cunt," Pike hissed. "The captain giving me a hard time, sending me on fucking leave because of you? You're going to pay for all that. And I'm sure you're going to love what we're going to do to you and your little girlfriend."
Mouse threw himself over Ryan and ignored the kicks raining on his back. "You're going to let him leave or I swear to God--"
The kick to the head made his neck snap to one side, and he swallowed his words. He was grabbed and pushed on his back. Pike towered over him and kicked him in the groin, making him see white behind his eyelids.
Men were moving around them. Mouse kicked and screamed, but they took him out of his clothes and kicked him at random while laughing. He hoped he was enough of a handful for the others to forget about Ryan. How the fuck did that shit happen? The rage he felt was good because it made him feel less of the punches and kicks raining on him. There was going to be a lot of bruising later. That if it was going to be a `later'. He should have never involved Ryan.
"I like this one," someone commented. "You should sell him to me after tonight. Do you think you can make him disappear?"
"Sure thing I can," Pike said and laughed. "Anyone wants this other bitch?"
"Nah, not interested. He doesn't look like much. But this one," the man said and grabbed Mouse by the throat while the others still had fun kicking him, "he looks like he can last a while."
His blood was pulsing in his ears. Like hell he'd let them do whatever they wanted. Like hell he'd let them hurt Ryan.
He was pushed into a chair and his hands were forced back to be tied. The man who had talked earlier held his chin and pressed one hand against his forehead, immobilizing his head. "Look," he said. "We're going to have some real good fun with your girlfriend."
"Touch him and I'll fucking kill you," Mouse said through his teeth.
Pike laughed and pulled Ryan to his feet. He used one hand to push the guy's pants down and then grabbed his dick. "Not a fucking waste whatsoever," he commented and pulled hard.
Ryan keened and struggled. Pike's laugh was demented as he squeezed the tender flesh underneath and made Ryan howl despite his gag. Mouse saw red in front of his eyes. He forced himself up with the chair tied to him and moved round fast, managing to kick two or three men, who, taken by surprise, made room and stumbled backwards.
Mouse rammed forward, kicking both Ryan and Pike and making him stumble and fall. But he was still tied, and the others were superior in numbers, so his little stunt was soon rewarded with being pulled away and hit hard in the face.
They untied him and placed him on the floor. Then, the real beating started. Mouse guarded his face and tried to look around for Ryan, but he couldn't see him, so he started to shout for him. He rolled around, tried to avoid the kicks, but they were toying with him, laughing and cheering.
At one point, he was forced on all fours and then Ryan was pushed under him, on his back, legs forward. This way, Mouse could stare directly at Ryan's tortured crotch, as now he was completely naked.
Someone pushed his head into Ryan's limp cock. "Come on, suck it. Suck your girlfriend's limp dick." They all laughed like it was some good joke.
Mouse pushed his head lower, only so that he could protect Ryan, as little as that meant. A kick to his ass made him grunt in pain.
"We should put a whole foot in his ass, see if he can handle it."
"He's a whore, he'll do it."
"He's going to piss all over the other's face."
More laughs followed. That wasn't the worst. No, the worst was that Pike and his acolytes could make him and Ryan disappear without a trace. It wasn't fucking fair. Despite the pain he now felt all over, he struggled to make himself think. He looked around and saw one of the men standing too close. He grabbed him fast and, without thinking, he sank his teeth into the man's calf. The man wore loose pants made from some thin fabric, so he aimed true. The fucker began to howl, and the others rushed to the rescue, kicking him and pushing him away.
That was the moment he'd been expecting. He jumped to his feet, grabbed the chair which he had observed earlier where it had landed and smacked Pike in the face hard, making him stumble and fall on his ass. The chair came partially undone, so he quickly tore one of the legs and kicked another assailant in the neck, making him gurgle and choke. He crouched when one lunged at him, and then pushed him, using inertia and the guy's stupidity to make him fall on his head.
Ryan rolled around, trying to get out of the way. He was still gagged and tied, so Mouse put himself between him and the others. Pike had gotten back to his feet and was now staring darkly at him. No one was saying anything. They were just breathing hard. Mouse pushed Ryan towards what he hoped was the door.
"You're going to die here, bitch!" Pike shouted and rushed toward him.
They were all coming at him from all sides. Mouse tensed and smacked Pike in the face again. But this time, the fucker had rage on his side, and he rammed into him, just as he had done earlier, sending both him and Ryan flying through the door.
They were both down on the ground, helpless. Pike towered above them. Mouse saw the barrel of the gun and didn't have time to think anything. He just closed his eyes and hoped that Ryan did the same.
The loud sound of a gun discharging echoed through the air. Mouse waited for the pain, and then the nothingness, but--
Someone cried like a wounded animal, and he worried that Ryan had been shot instead. But no, that was someone else.
He opened his eyes to see Pike falling over him. He pushed him away and sensed the sickly smell of blood. His hand came up bloody and the sticky sensation made his stomach lurch. Not that he hadn't seen blood before.
"If any of you other cocksuckers got some weird ideas, don't," someone shouted.
The gang of perverts began scurrying around in disarray. Mouse shook his head and tried to push himself up, but he was swaying. He only managed to see the captain followed by Jordan chasing the fuckers around. He couldn't keep his eyes open and collapsed on the ground.
The next time he woke up, he was in a bed, there was an annoying bright light in the room, and a smell of disinfectant that made him scrunch up his nose. Too bad he did that; his nose hurt like a bitch. Unclear of where he was, he tried to speak, but his voice came out hoarse and weird. Someone moved by his side, and then he saw Ryan's cute little face.
"You're awake," Ryan said with enthusiasm. "I'm going to tell the captain."
"Peewee," Mouse croaked after him, but his mate was already gone.
"You two got fucking lucky," someone else spoke.
Mouse discovered that moving his head was possible, although there was a faint ringing in his ears. "Mannard, is that you, mofo?"
"Fuck you," Jordan said but he sounded relieved.
"The fuck happened?" Mouse asked. "Damn, my mouth is parched."
Jordan moved about, Mouse heard a water tap running and then steps coming closer to the bed. He heard the lifting mechanism and he was brought in position. He winced as he moved his arms to get the glass.
"I'll help you, you fucking useless fuck," Jordan said with a sigh, but now, he even sounded happy.
Mouse didn't protest as Jordan handled him a bit too roughly, holding his back and bringing the glass to his lips. However, he was quite careful when he tilted the glass and made the water pour inside Mouse's mouth. It tasted great. It tasted like life.
"You have two broken ribs, and some other stuff that's too medical for me to understand," Jordan explained.
"Do I still have my dick and my asshole?" Mouse asked.
Jordan laughed. "You still have them, dickhead. But what the fuck were you and Ryan thinking?"
Mouse remained silent. "I never wanted for Ryan to get involved. I just told him to note down the position I was going to transmit and take it to the captain in case I didn't come back in a couple of hours. Nothing else." He expected Jordan to give him shit, but the other said nothing.
"Ah, well, the other moron didn't care to stay away. He listened in and heard how you offered yourself as a punching bag to Pike. The fuck is that? If you want someone to kick your ass, I can do it."
"That wasn't--whatever, it doesn't matter. Is Ryan okay? I heard him, but--"
"He's fine," Jordan said. "By the way," he lowered his voice, "I'm like his hero right now, so don't ruin it for me."
"How would I do that? I'm bedridden."
"Yeah, and he hasn't left your side save for having to take a leak. I had to stay here, too."
"Aww, you're making heart weep," Mouse joked.
"Yeah, yeah, make fun all you want. I'm coming in, guns blazing and shit, and he still has eyes only for you."
"Ryan likes your hero ass, don't worry," Mouse said. "Before all this shit, he was complaining to me that you don't care about him after he gave you ass. And he was right, you know? You went all cold on him."
Jordan hissed and grunted.
"In plain English?" Mouse asked.
"Yeah, well, I don't know how to deal with all this. No idea."
"Let me teach you, then."
"I'm all ears."
"Stop being an idiot."
Jordan scoffed. "Yeah, look who's talking. The guy who was about to get lynched for being stupid."
"What happened with those guys?"
"Only the captain can answer that," Jordan said. "He told me not to tell you anything," he added quickly. "He's pissed at you big time. Good thing I'm not you. He said something about turning your ass red, you know?"
"I don't know," Mouse replied. If Jordan was Peewee's champion, the captain was his. "Thanks for the heads-up. I'll invest in some cushions." He was about to joke some more but the room door opened and heavy steps announced that someone important was there.
"Lowes, Mannard, give us the room, will you?" Reynolds said.
"Yes, sir," Jordan and Ryan replied on two voices. By how hurried they were to leave the room, Mouse expected to be given the verbal thrashing of his entire life.
So, when the door closed, he didn't expect the rough embrace in which he was pulled. His ears were ringing less, but it wasn't easy to breathe as his face was pressed into the captain's chest. The smell of man and the rough fabric of the military jacket were enough to give him comfort and convince him that he didn't need air or breathing anyway.
"Never do something like this ever again," the captain warned him.
Mouse brought his arms around the heavy body against which he was crushed with some difficulty. Those broken ribs were a bitch. A medical brace kept them well in place, but they still hurt. Probably he needed some painkillers. Whatever he was still on, making him drowsy, didn't do a good job.
Reynolds eventually let him go. He looked into his eyes. "Promise," he said in the same voice he used to train them all to exhaustion.
Mouse nodded. "I think I learned my lesson."
"Why did you do it? Do you have a thing for pain? Is that it? I'm sure there are safer ways--"
Mouse smiled. The captain's discomfort to talk about such things was just fricking adorable. "No, nothing like that. Can I trust you, captain?"
"You know you can."
Mouse nodded and began. He didn't leave anything out. If the captain decided to betray him and went to Karl's father with all that, then that was it. But he had a feeling he could trust this man. When he finished, the captain didn't say anything for a while. Mouse felt nervous. "What happened to Pike? And the others?" he asked, not knowing what to do or say next.
"They were sent where they belong." The captain didn't volunteer anything else after that. He began pacing the room, hands behind his back.
Careful not to interrupt his superior's thinking, Mouse chose to remain silent.
"I've always had my suspicions about the senator," Reynolds started. "He seems like such an affable man, but you ever shook hands with him, you'd peg him for a snake. I can't tell that I'm surprised, maybe only about the horrendous ways in which he treats his own son. You are right about one thing, Ahab. A man like that must have friends in high places that enjoy such sick pleasures. Nonetheless, your plan with the drill sergeant was stupid and insane." The captain's voice became stern as he said the last words.
"I thought I was playing it safe. If I didn't come back in one piece, Ryan had instructions from me to tell you where I am... or was last."
"Lowes thought himself some kind of hero and decided to follow you around and see what was happening. Pike got his hands on him. Surely, we won't make a spy or elite force out of Private Lowes anytime soon," Reynolds said and shook his head. "Your luck was that Mannard discovered the coordinates you sent. That boy, he might become something more. He did everything by the book and came to me for help."
"Yeah, a real gem, Jordan," Mouse commented. When Reynolds gave him a hard stare, he put his hands up meekly. "Sorry, not my place to joke, especially since it's because of him both Ryan and I are still alive."
"Pike doesn't have a direct connection with the senator," Reynolds said. "But I do."
"What?" Mouse swallowed hard.
The captain gave him a reproachful look. "Learn to trust those who are deserving of it, Ahab. Yes, I got this position because of the senator, but I worked hard for it. Apparently, from time to time, he needs to employ people who know what they are doing in the right places. And, if I think about it, one time, over drinks, he joked about something." Reynolds paused for a moment, while he searched his memories. "Yes, I think he said something about being a pleasure to have a bunch of young boys with their cherries un-popped under my command. I politely assumed at the time that he only meant that the boys in question weren't used to army life. I assured him that all the soldiers under my command would become real fighters, subordinates I could count on. He must have noticed my unwillingness to play alone and changed tack, agreeing with me. I suppose he meant something completely different and tried me to see if he could introduce me to his sick friends."
"So, you're friends with him? The senator?" Mouse asked.
"No. But we know each other. That gives me the opportunity to dig around and see what I can find."
"You'll have to be careful, captain. And why would you even do this?" Mouse asked, his voice caught in his throat.
Reynolds walked over to the bed and sat on it heavily. He took Mouse's hand and held it. "My wife left me," he said all of a sudden. Mouse didn't say a word, while the captain continued to hold his hand and caress the inside of his palm with his thumb. "She said that she had hoped against hope that one day, I would realize that I wasn't married to the army. Then, she said that it had been a useless hope to nurture. That I was married to the army life, and she had always been nothing but a port between storms for me. It's not true, you know? I do love her. Did love her. Now, I don't know. And maybe she's right. It is boys like you that represent what I care about most. Hearing from Mannard that you might be in danger made me feel fear for the first time in a very long string of years. I wanted to kill Pike for pulling the gun on you. I only incapacitated him; my good training kicked in. But for a moment there, I wished the shot was lethal. Only because I care about you very much."
Mouse wasn't sure how good he was at this emotional stuff. So, he moved his other arm and squeezed Reynolds' shoulder. "For the record, captain, thanks a lot. And you would have lost a perfectly good cocksucker, you know?"
Reynolds stared at him and laughed. "Just looking at your mouth makes me think of unthinkable things."
Mouse grinned. "Think all you want, captain. I'll become your personal cocksucker, yours only. I mean, around here."
The captain laughed here. "Are you willing to leave these boys without their usual entertainment?"
"They had enough. Plus, I lost my shine. I'm no longer new," Mouse joked. "And Ryan and Jordan have each other."
"Did those two--" Reynolds didn't continue.
"I'm not ratting out on my mates, sir. Please, don't ask me to do it. Are you sure you're not upset at me at all?"
"I am, but first of all, I'm relieved. It will probably take me a day or two to remember to feel upset."
"Well, when that happens, call for me. The guys told me you were all for giving me a red bottom. I'm looking forward to it."
Reynolds kissed his forehead. "First, you need to get well. After that, rest assured that I'm going to put you over my knee, no questions asked."
tbc
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