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
He wouldn't let Francesco know about the shit he had gone through. There was no reason for him to worry. But talking to Karl was a different thing. So, after the captain allowed him to place the call, he waited, pondering over the things he would tell the guy.
"This is unusual," Karl began without as much as a `hello'.
"Remember what we talked on that beach?" Mouse asked, without caring about introductions, either. "I've taken some steps."
"What did you do?"
"A bit of an insane thing. Got beaten up, almost got a bullet. Stuff like that."
Karl inhaled noisily for a moment. "You fucking moron."
"Aww, that's sweet," Mouse joked. "I didn't know you cared."
"I do," Karl said simply. "Did any good come of your playing around with fucking death?"
"Yeah. I'm still a bit fucked up. Got some broken ribs. They're almost healed up. So, I won't be able to visit you two anytime soon. I don't want Kekko to worry."
"Okay. He might get restless after not seeing you for too long. He always gets like that."
"Remember that he looked for me far and wide for two years. I guess that's love," Mouse commented. He tried to make it light and unimportant, but it was just the opposite. Francesco did love him, and he thought himself a better man because of it.
"It is," Karl confirmed it for him, ignoring all his teasing and joking. "As stupid as that might sound, I don't want to see him sad."
"That's good to know. Just keep him busy with that big dick of yours. I know he's mad crazy about it."
Finally, Karl let out a chuckle. "I guess he got used to it, eventually."
"I love it, too. I can really tell when you fuck me. Leaves me sore and satisfied for days."
"Always the big mouth. By the way, is your face okay? If you need reconstructive surgery or something like that, I'll pay for it. I don't want Cesco to become traumatized because of your ugly fucked up mug."
"Nah. But thanks for the thought. After all, I chose a dangerous career path. A few bruises here and there are to be expected."
"Still, Cesco would want you in one piece. And you know, capable of sucking his dick like usual."
"I still have all my cocksucking abilities in good order."
"Good. I'll call you on a safe line when I can. You need to tell me what you found out."
"Sure. And Karl? Good talking to you, man."
"Yeah, same here."
Mouse remained seated in the captain's chair after ending the call. Things weren't hurting as much, but enough to remind him of his own stupidity.
Reynolds stepped into the room just then. "Done here?"
Mouse jumped to his feet. As much as he was in the captain's good graces, he didn't need to get sloppy and behave other than like the perfect subordinate in the man's presence. "Yes. Thank you, sir."
Reynolds nodded and, when Mouse tried to move past him on his way to the door, he stopped him by grabbing his elbow. "How's the pain?"
"All is getting better, thanks for asking. Actually, I was just telling Karl how I'm still as good with my mouth as always."
"If you're well enough to joke, I suppose you're well enough for this."
Mouse didn't have time to wonder what the captain meant by that because he was pushed toward the desk, turned and then bent forward. He barely had time to put his hands in front and steady himself by grabbing the edge of the desk. The captain was a bit rough, and that was enough to make his cock swell in his pants.
A hand came to rest on the small of his back. "Do you remember what I promised you?" Reynolds asked in a deep, heated voice.
"I don't mind you reminding me, sir," Mouse breathed out.
He gasped for show as his pants were pulled down. He could feel the roughness of the captain's hands as they rubbed his ass cheeks, pulling them slightly apart. Would Reynolds go straight for it? Mouse didn't mind it; the thought of keeping his ass only for Karl and Kekko went out the window that very moment. He remembered the captain's cock quite well; it served him on more than one occasion to blow a load lately. Francesco would like the captain very much since he was into big dicks just as much as Mouse.
"It isn't exactly me bending you over my knee, but I believe it will work just as fine. Now, soldier," Reynolds asked, slightly amused, "what am I about to do to you?"
"I think you're going to give me a red bottom, sir," Mouse replied. His lips were twitching but he needed to keep himself from laughing or Reynolds might think he wasn't taking this seriously.
There was nothing he wanted to take more serious in his life at the moment.
"You're a cheeky one," the captain commented.
Mouse grunted, this time not for show, when Reynolds slapped his right ass cheek with all his might by how much it stung.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"What do you want me to say, sir?" Mouse asked.
The second slap landed mercifully on his other cheek. Still, it stung like hell and even hurt. There was still some bruising left from those scumbags kicking him that time, and it counted, too. The captain didn't appear in the mood to show any pity, and it was all for the better.
Mouse realized that he was eager for that pain.
"Do you need me to put words in your mouth? You need to be honest," Reynolds taunted him.
Mouse hissed as Reynolds smacked his ass a couple of more times and wiggled his ass. That brought on him a small caress that felt nice on his heated skin. However, it didn't last long. The captain moved so that he was standing on Mouth's side and had one arm wrapped around his waist. That gave him more momentum, and more slapping followed.
It wasn't a good idea to start shouting for real. Who knew who would listen behind the door? Mouse clenched his teeth tightly as Reynolds ran a series of serious slaps on his ass, not missing a spot. He had joked before about getting cushions for his butt; it looked like they would become a necessity and not that far into the future.
The captain took a break to caress his ass slowly and used his other hand to cup Mouse's face and make him look up. "You will never do a thing like this ever again," he said in a steady, firm voice.
Mouse nodded. "Yes, sir," he let out slowly.
"Good. Now, I know it hurts. But I'll make it a bit better for you." The captain let go of his face and worked his fly.
Mouse licked his lips as Reynolds' hard cock sprang out from its confines. If he hadn't known any better, he would've thought that the captain got hard from giving him a spanking. Was that something the man fantasized about? That only meant that he needed a thicker hide, because there was nothing he wanted to refuse him.
"Suck it slowly. When you need another slap on your ass, move your mouth away. I'll know."
Mouse looked at his superior, hoping that uncertainty was clear in his eyes. "But, sir," he argued, "I'm not going to take my mouth away from your cock for one moment if that's the case."
Reynolds smiled. "Don't you want to please me, soldier?"
"I do," Mouse agreed, still unsure.
"Then do how you consider it best," Reynolds advised and pulled him gently towards his cock.
Mouse opened his mouth and sucked the head in hurriedly. The captain wanted satisfaction. His mind cogs and wheels started to turn, and he moved his mouth away a smidge. A hard slap landed on his ass, making him jerk and hiss.
When he returned to the delicious cock presented to him like that, he could tell Reynolds was even harder. He slightly turned and grabbed it, while his mouth began to work the entire length. He could taste precum on his tongue and there was plenty of it. Letting go from time to time served to earn him a couple of slaps now and then.
His butt was on fire, but his own dick was hard like a rock. Working Reynolds' cock with his entire mouth, tongue, and throat, he felt between heaven and hell. There was no end to it, and the captain's cock was growing and growing, hard like steel.
He looked up, his eyes full of tears. "Fuck me, sir," he begged. "Fuck me now."
Reynolds seemed surprised at his request. "Are you sure, Ahab?" he asked tenderly.
"Yes, please. I want... need you to forgive me. Just fuck me and make me your personal cum dumpster."
His words filled the captain's eyes with fire. The rough hands were on his hips now and the man's blunt cockhead was at his pulsing ass. "Ah, we need something," Reynolds said and cursed under his breath.
Mouse put three fingers in his mouth, coating them with spit. "This will do, sir, trust me."
"Are you sure?" the captain asked, his voice strained.
That was a man who needed to fuck and fast. Mouth spit copiously in his palm and worked his hole. Then, he heard Reynolds spit, too, and a huge glob landed on this crack. Eager fingers pushed the improvised lube into his hole and began stretching him. "Will this be enough?"
"Yes, sir, please, fuck me," Mouse begged again.
He grabbed the edge of the desk with all his strength, as the captain pushed his big cock inside him. This time, he didn't keep his voice down. It was enough to make him cream on the spot. His cock was fucked from the inside, pushed and punished, while his ass was turned into a pussy to fuck for this straight man, who hadn't ever before fucked a boy like this.
Mouse rested his chest on the desk and brought his hands to his ass, pulling at the cheeks as much as he could. Reynolds rewarded his efforts with a low grunt and more of his cock. Mouse pulled at his ass even more, wanting to open himself up like a cunt for the man.
"Ahab, you wonderful boy," the captain praised him. "You have a lovely asshole."
"Wreck me good, captain," Mouse pleaded with him.
"Why if I hurt you?" Reynolds asked.
So, that wasn't everything the captain was capable of.
"I deserve every inch of your anger, sir," Mouse assured him. "Please fuck me until I can't sit down."
That seemed to be enough incentive for the captain to unleash all his pent-up anger or desire, or both. Mouse moaned as Reynolds pushed more, pulled out, and slammed back into him. To fuck him better, the captain pulled him to his chest and held him. All power was taken away from him. Mouse allowed it all, while barely keeping himself on his feet.
The captain kissed his neck and cheek. Mouse turned his head to feel the man's tongue entering his mouth. There was so much force, so much vigor in how Reynolds fucked him. It could be because he hadn't fucked in a while, and Mouse was grateful for being the one who'd get every last drop of everything the captain had to give.
"Your ass feels better than pussy," Reynolds growled in his ear. "You're one fuckable boy, soldier."
"Fuck me more, sir. Make me feel it. Ruin my ass," Mouse encouraged him.
The captain was slamming hard into him, manhandling him like he was some toy. Mouse would have spread his legs and ass more, but nothing of the kind was in his power now. Reynolds imposed the rhythm and everything else. He was making Mouse crazy with his big hard cock. There was no way his ass would be the same as it had been before, no matter how much dick he had gotten before. That was what he was thinking while Reynolds bottomed inside his ass, over and over.
His ass was quivering and his cock was swinging up and down, slapping his lower belly.
"What is this? You like it? How I fuck you?" Reynolds asked. He took hold of Mouse's cock and stroked it.
A couple of times was all it took.
"What a messy boy," Reynolds teased him, but his voice was low and husky as he said those words. "I remember you like cum."
Mouse didn't wait for the captain to act on those words and he was the one to grab the man's hand and bring it to his lips. He sucked on the cum covered fingers greedily, making all sorts of noises.
"Ahab," Reynolds breathed out reproachfully, "you're going to make me crazy. Too bad I can't feed you my milk now."
"Why?" Mouse asked, still panting from his climax. "I need your cum, sir, down my throat."
Reynolds hissed in frustration. "Sorry, Ahab, this time my load will go right up your--" The words turned into a series on unintelligible curses as the captain held him tight, one arm wrapped around his waist and began pumping what had to be an impressive load exactly the way the man had just promised.
It took Reynolds a while to unload everything. Older men with good stamina usually came like that, in multiple spurts, lasting longer, and Mouse had the arousing image of his ass channel getting filled to the brim with all that spunk.
As the last waves of his release died down, the captain held him close, kissing Mouse's lips slowly and satiatedly. "I'm afraid we'll make a big mess on the floor if I pull out of you right now," he commented and laughed.
"Let me help with that." Mouse brought one hand between his legs and placed it right under his ass. He felt Reynolds' balls with his fingers.
The captain shuddered and laughed some more. "Alright. Ready?"
"Yeah." As he said that, Reynolds moved away slowly and jizz began to land on Mouse's palm in heavy drops. The man truly had had a lot. That thought could make Mouse's dick twitch again, as spent as it was.
He moved with care and lay on the man's desk, his legs in the air, bringing his full hand up, pushing his shirt away and dropping some on his lower belly. He was quick to take it to his mouth and suck in as much as he could without making a mess.
Reynolds was staring at him in awe. Mouse put his other hand under his ass quickly, while making a show of eating the captain's cum straight from his ass.
"You really like cum," the captain said and shook his head laughing.
"I wouldn't dream of making a mess on your floor, sir," Mouse said while he smacked his lips and continued to lick everything. "But you had so much. It's going to take some time to eat it all."
The captain pushed Mouse's legs up and stared at his ass. "Indeed. We should use something." He moved away and returned shortly with a glass. He placed it under Mouse's ass. "Feel free to let it pour."
That helped because it was hard to keep it in with an ass wrecked like that. Mouse exhaled and enjoyed the feeling of spunk flowing out of his ass. The captain used a tissue to wipe his crack and then helped him to his feet. He was about to take the glass to the small bathroom attached to his office when Mouse stopped him. "Don't throw it away, sir."
Reynolds watched in fascination as Mouse locked eyes with him and drank everything from the glass until there was nothing more he could get out of it. The captain accepted the empty glass but didn't move. Instead, he cupped Mouse's cheek and pushed his thumb inside Mouse's mouth. "On a quiet night," he said slowly, "I will have to see just how much you can eat. You drive men crazy with this mouth, don't you?"
Mouse was too busy licking and sucking the captain's thumb to reply. Reynolds moved his hand away and then kissed him on the lips. "I have so much work, and that's a pity. About the thing we talked, I'm on the right path to find out who's part of the senator's most intimate circle."
"Thank you, sir," Mouse replied.
Reynolds surprised him by tugging at his cock. "What about you? Did you have enough?"
"You truly turned my ass into a pussy. No need to ask, sir."
Reynolds laughed. "Still, you're a boy. One with a very pretty cock of his own. I barely touched you."
"No worries, sir. Although I use my dick, it's my ass that tops everything when a man like you fucks me."
Reynolds kissed him on the forehead. "Go now. But don't forget you promised to be my personal cocksucker."
Dirty words sounded so nice on the captain's lips. Mouse pulled his pants up and straightened his clothes. He still had the taste of spunk on his tongue and wanted to jerk off some more later. No need to tell the captain about that, when the man had work.
Reynolds tapped his ass briefly. "I hope you'll be able to sit." There was humor in there.
Mouse grinned. "I wouldn't count on it, sir. But I'll enjoy it each time I'm going to feel it. The inside of my ass will keep the shape of your cock for a while, I think."
Reynolds growled playfully. "Just go already, soldier, or my work ethic will have to suffer."
"Yes, sir." Mouse left the captain's office with a huge smile on his face.
Why the hell did they have to go by car? Mouse winced each time they hit a bump in the road. All was fun while getting fucked, but now... Nah, it was a bit of fun now, too, only that fucking Jordan needed to slow the fuck down.
"Do you really have to drive like we're racing?" he grunted at his mate.
Ryan looked at him from his place by the driver's side, over his shoulder. "Are you okay, Mouse? You look a little weird. Was it something you ate?"
Jordan snorted. "Something he ate with his ass, I bet."
"The fuck you know about that?" Mouse protested.
"Nothing." Jordan remained tight-lipped but he didn't miss the next bump in the road, either.
Fuck. Could it be that Jordan knew about him and the captain? That would be fucking bad. Not that Jordan was an asshole, not that big of one, at least, but it was important that no one knew what he and Reynolds were getting up to.
"Jordan, what did you mean?" Ryan asked. He smacked Jordan's shoulder.
"Hey, what the fuck? I'm trying to drive here."
Ryan smacked him again. "Just say what you meant by that."
Jordan sighed and finally, slowed down. "Mouse must have gotten up the ass. He makes all the faces you make after I give you a good dicking."
"What faces?" Ryan protested.
Jordan snickered like the asshole he sometimes was. "You know," he drawled lazily, "like you still have a thick pole up your bum and you feel it each time you don't sit right."
Ryan remained silent and smacked Jordan again, this time hard enough to make the other grunt in real pain. "You're going to give me bruises."
"You're an asshole. Wait, Mouse, did you really get fucked? Who gave you dick?"
Damn Jordan and his stupid logic. Mouse made a suffering face, hoping it would be enough to throw Ryan off. "No one. Don't listen to this fucker. What does he know about taking it up the ass, anyway? Am I right?"
Ryan nodded. "Totally. But if you feel ill or something, just say it."
"I know enough about butt-fucking," Jordan said. "I know I'm not getting enough."
"Yeah, `cause you don't want to get butt-fucked," Ryan argued.
"I didn't mean it like that," Jordan protested. "How many days since you let me fuck you the last time?"
Mouse closed his eyes. Oh, shit, now he was going to witness a domestic dispute or something. At least, Jordan wasn't driving like he was at the races anymore.
"It's not about letting you," Ryan replied. "We can't do it all the time, as much as I'd like that."
"What's keeping you from giving me some more of that sweet ass?" Jordan asked aggressively.
"Hello, there are people around. I can't just put my ass up for you to fuck me with so many guys around."
"Fuck them all," Jordan mumbled under his breath. It looked like he couldn't argue with Ryan's logic.
"It's not like we can let them know that we're doing it," Ryan continued. "We need to be careful. After all, when this tour is over, you want to go back home and get a girlfriend, right?"
Jordan remained silent.
Mouse decided it was wise for him to keep his mouth shut, too. Who knew what went through Jordan's head? That was for Ryan to find out, but only if he didn't want to get a girlfriend, too, when he went back home.
tbc
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