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
The last few days had been blissful. Francesco and Karl were by his side, and he also got to play with the captain and Morgan as much as he wanted. Sure, Karl's dad had still had to prove that he was a major asshole and let them know that he had actually allowed them to win because of his great heart or some shit, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could be enough to rain on his parade.
They were out on the backyard patio, just he and Francesco.
"Soon, you'll be gone," Francesco said and hooked one arm over his shoulders, pulling him close and kissing him on the mouth, tenderly, the best way he knew how.
It was why Mouse had fallen for the guy what seemed like a lifetime ago. At first, it had been just a bit of infatuation, something to hold on to while going through the roughest patch of his life when he had believed that he would be left on that island until the day he died. In time, it had grown into something more. Francesco had used everything, even a shady tool like betrayal, to save his sorry ass, and that meant a lot. No one else, save his dad, had ever loved him so completely like that.
"Army life's not as bad you might think, Kekko," he said and returned the kiss.
They walked through the backyard garden, although there wasn't a lot to see. It looked like no one in that family felt like gardening. Mouse chuckled and shook his head.
"What?" Francesco asked. "Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, you fucker?"
"Never," Mouse promised and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead, just to piss him off a little. His stint in the army, as Kekko called it, made him grow taller, and now Francesco was the shorter one, something that he found quite endearing. "I was just picturing Karl in a gardening hat and gloves, trying to get through these bushes." He gestured around.
Francesco snorted. "Yeah, we're not that kind of family. These bushes look like shit. I guess Karl has to hire someone. That's so weird."
"What is weird?"
Francesco sighed and gestured around. "I didn't think I'd end up living like this. I'm not used to it. I don't think I'll ever be."
"Karl will help you get used to it, I'm sure."
Francesco shook his head. "I can't believe Don's gone for good."
"He did threaten us," Mouse reminded him.
"Yeah, he did. I'm pretty damn sure that neither of us will want to cross paths with him ever again."
"He didn't say a thing about what his part of the world actually means." Mouse dragged Francesco behind one of the overgrown bushes. "Sorry, Kekko, but I want you to myself for just a bit."
By how Francesco grinned at him, it looked like they were thinking about the same thing. Mouse pushed Francesco to the ground and got on top of him, kissing his mouth. To think about all that cock the guy had taken just the other day, it made Mouse horny beyond belief. In a way, they were very much alike, he and Francesco. They were both hungry for cock and cum. Mouse was really happy that his captain had gotten the chance to fuck his boyfriend, despite Karl's protests. And that fucker, he secretly enjoyed seeing his husband getting dicked from all sides, so many cocks in his face and inside him.
Francesco was sex on a stick, that was for sure. He was hot for getting fucked, used, and he did it all for pleasure. While they were on the island, Francesco had snuck around with Karl and let him abuse and degrade him because he not so secretly enjoyed it. Mouse wanted to be a part of that, too, but he didn't want to ruin the special thing he had with his Kekko.
"Fuck me already," Francesco said with a grunt.
Mouse took him out of his clothes. "You spread them nicely," he said with a smirk, as his boyfriend was quick to open his legs and hike them up, while grabbing his butt cheeks and pulling them apart. "Fuck, you're dripping Karl's jizz, aren't you?"
Francesco was quick to feel his backdoor and then laughed. "Mouse, you're an asshole sometimes, aren't you?"
"Hey, I heard the two of you last night, having a shower at fucking two in the morning. I bet he kept you on his dick just to make sure that you don't get addicted to some other dude's cum. By the way, how did you find my captain?"
Francesco gestured for him to mount him already. "Fucking delicious. No wonder you're all over that cock."
Mouse pushed his tongue into Francesco's mouth while his cock began to push at the other end, lubed with nothing but some spit. A grunt followed, but they were getting into it just right. "Fuck, you really know how to take a cock, Kekko."
"And you've grown, you fucker. Even your dick is bigger than I remember."
"I'm not in the same league as Karl, so don't complain. You take his cock so deep in you. Fuck, Kekko, when I see your ass so full, it makes my dick ache."
"So, you'd rather watch?" Francesco asked, while hissing and closing his eyes.
What made him such a good fuck was how tight he still got even with all the fucking he was getting. Mouse enjoyed being milked like that. But he felt like he wanted more. "Tell me how Karl gives it to you," he said in a heated voice. "What does he do that you still love him more?"
"I don't love him more," came the protest. "He just fucks me, what do you want me to say?"
"Tell me how he holds you down and calls you names."
Francesco put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a little. "Mouse, what the fuck? Are you still jealous? After everything we've been through together?"
"I just want to be everything to you, too. And it's how he fucks you, how he claims you and does all that shit to you."
Francesco didn't seem pleased. He tried to push him back some more, but Mouse didn't even have to struggle to prove that he had the superior strength.
"Mouse," Francesco warned him with a growl, but his voice was growing hot with meaning, too.
They clashed their mouths together, and while he was still struggling, Francesco was now also pulling to him from time to time, linking his feet together to hold him like inside a cage he made with his own body. There was no room to move, but Mouse felt his cock being pushed to the hilt inside Francesco's tight heat.
"That's where you were, you fucking fuckers." Karl's voice came right from above.
Mouse snapped his head up. How come they hadn't heard him approaching? Shit, he needed to pay attention to his surroundings more. "Screw you, Karl," he said, gritting his teeth, "I'm balls deep in Kekko, just me and him, and you have to come and ruin it."
Karl chuckled and knelt by their side. "You know you two bitches can't get away from me, even if you want." He pulled his cock out of his jeans and poked Mouse in the cheek with it. "Come on, open up. I'm not going to tell you twice."
Mouse grabbed the asshole by the dick and squeezed it hard until he made Karl grunt. "You two," he said in a menacing voice, "have fooled around without me for fucking months on end. And now I want something in return since I helped you get rid of that scumbag you call your dad."
"The fuck you want?" Karl asked and grunted as Mouse increased his hold. They stared each other in the eye.
Francesco said nothing, and it was for the better. His husbands had something to discuss.
"I want to know how you're making Francesco such a slut for this humiliating kinky shit you're pulling on him on a regular basis."
"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," Karl said, challenging him with his eyes.
"I see. So this is how it's going to go," Mouse said and pulled away from Francesco. "I guess it must be the same shit you're also getting high on, bitch."
Francesco gasped in disbelief. Not that they hadn't gotten into throwing names at each other before, but their shared boyfriend slash husband could tell that this time, shit was about to get real.
Mouse smirked at Francesco. "Let me show you how I got to fuck your husband, Kekko, and how I made him like it."
"You did nothing, you fucker," Karl said with a glint in his eyes.
Yeah, it was going to hurt, Mouse thought, as he pulled Karl into a harsh kiss, without letting go of his dick. Then, he pushed him on his back and pushed his pants down. Karl fought just enough to keep things interesting. Francesco watched them, his eyes filled with curiosity, and also something else. Mouse could bet he was getting hornier by the moment.
"Come on, get on all fours, like the bitch you are," Mouse said and turned Karl so that he could face Francesco.
"How come you're not kicking his ass?" Francesco asked, looking at Karl.
"Shut the fuck up, slut," Karl replied in his usual fashion.
Yeah, there was no way anyone could teach the guy some proper manners. But Mouse knew that the trade would be worth it. He grabbed Karl by the back of his neck and held him while pushing his cock in.
Francesco was tight. Karl was impossible to penetrate without some proper lubrication. "Fuck, you're going to break my dick," he complained.
"Deal with it, asshole." Of course, Karl would never make it easy.
Francesco moved close. "Let me lick his ass."
Mouse moved only slightly. He caressed Francesco's head while watching that pink tongue giving Karl a good rimming. But when he tried to move lower, Mouse had to stop him. "No, this isn't about going your husband a blowjob. Let's see if he's wet enough."
He plunged in, and Karl grunted and cursed. Yeah, that was more like it. Karl really liked it when it hurt some. He was fucked up like that.
"You, Kekko, give me a kiss."
Francesco obeyed, staring at him with surprise.
Karl stared over his shoulder. "He's still my husband," he said while getting fucked in the ass.
"And I'm fucking your balls out of you," Mouse said with smirk as he pinched Francesco's nipples hard. "Now, I'm putting Karl in place, how about you two spit out the crazy shit you're doing while I'm not around."
Francesco yelped as Mouse really pinched his nipples.
"I'm pissing in his mouth," Karl said.
Mouse gave Francesco an amused look. "You two got into watersports and didn't think to tell me. Fuck I want to piss on you both."
"No fucking way," Karl warned him. "Do that, and I'm going to have your balls."
Karl needed the long play. There was no way they would go at it so fast. Mouse was grateful for what he got, no other questions asked. He focused his attention on Francesco. "And do you like it, Kekko? Do you like being this asshole's toilet?"
Francesco squirmed and looked away, his cheeks red. "Fuck you, Mouse."
"Well, if you love me, you'll have to drink my piss, too," Mouse said, aiming just to tease.
"I will, you fucker," Francesco mumbled, still keeping his face turned.
Mouse grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and kissed him hard. "Oh, fuck, I can't wait. Now tell me, does he force you to swallow? Or do you just sit there, mouth open and he pisses inside it from above?"
Karl's grunts let him know that all that dirty talking was having him going, even more than being emasculated in front of his husband. "We'll piss in Cesco's mouth together," he promised.
"Oh, fuck, do you hear him, Kekko?"
"Yeah," Francesco admitted but he seemed conflicted over it.
"We'll give you a nice serving of cum first, don't worry. Come on, Karl, let's get you on your feet, so that you can spray Kekko's pretty face with your jizz while I fuck you in the ass."
The sounds the others were making convinced him that he was on the right track. They wanted him to be in charge for a change, and they both liked it, although he doubted Karl would ever accept it out loud. Even like that, it was good.
Francesco knelt at their feet without being told twice and opened his mouth wide. Yeah, he looked good like that. Karl liked the whorish part of Francesco even though he had thought at first that he was fucking some ass-virgin who didn't want to get fucked.
The first spurt flew over Francesco's head, but some landed like a strip of paint on his hair, forehead, nose and open mouth. Mouse was rubbing Karl's cock, so it was up to him to make all that delicious spunk where Francesco wanted it. The second time, he didn't miss. Soon, Francesco's mouth was full.
He pulled out of Kark abruptly and pushed his cock into Francesco's mouth, forcing him to swallow. Karl was breathing hard. "Fuck, the way you just swallow any cock, Cesco."
He had just gotten fucked in the ass, and he still had the nerve to say that kind of thing about his husband. But it was the kind of thing they were getting off to, so Mouse was understanding.
Once he finished, he held Francesco gently by the back of the head. "I'm going to piss in your mouth, okay?" he said.
Francesco just nodded, his eyes dazed. He hadn't got to come, unlike the rest of them, but he still looked so blissful like that.
"I'm going to show you how it's done," Karl said. He grabbed his dick and began to slap Francesco's lips with it. It was still half-hard, and there was no way he'd start pissing right away. So, he just punished his husband's mouth with it.
Francesco parted his lips and Karl hissed in pleasure while the head of his cock was slowly licked. Mouse considered it a good moment to jump into action. So, he mimicked Karl and put his cock on top of Francesco's mouth. They were both getting properly licked. Francesco looked at him, his eyelids dropped.
"Fuck, Kekko, you really like this, don't you?" Mouse whispered. "You're going to... what? Open up and swallow our piss?"
"Yeah, he likes it, the whore," Karl said. "Oh, fuck, here it comes."
Mouse watched as Francesco opened his mouth wide open and Karl started pissing inside. The pungent smell hit his nostrils. This was some fucked up shit, but he wanted to get on board as long as his Kekko liked it and wanted it.
It didn't take him long to start pissing, too. Francesco made a show of wiggling his tongue, while new piss was landing inside his mouth and most of it flew down his cheeks and chin. He was a mess, but Mouse liked him even more like this. Yeah, he got what Karl was saying. Francesco was a whore and needed to be kept satisfied. They both loved their whore of a husband and boyfriend.
He was taken by surprise when Karl grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Now, you know that I'm sharing Francesco completely with you."
"Yeah," he said and blinked. "Fuck, you two are the hottest stuff that's ever walked the earth."
Francesco laughed and got to his feet. "Now I need to go wash, thanks to you two fuckers."
They both watched at his moving buttocks as Francesco walked toward the house. Mouse put his cock back in his pants. "So, when are you going to swallow my piss?" he asked Karl.
"Fuck you," Karl replied and stared at him.
Mouse felt vindicated for all that shit Karl had put him through the years. "It's all a matter of time with you, Karl. You know it is."
He walked after Kekko. He wanted to wash his lover thoroughly, give him a blowjob, even put his ass up if Francesco so wanted.
"That's never going to happen," Karl shouted after him.
"Tell it to that destroyed ass of yours." Mouse turned and sent a kiss at Karl from the tips of his fingers.
The captain was resting in front of the TV with Morgan by his side. Those two had a lot of things in common, for sure. First of all, they were about the same age. Second of all, they seem to get along, and not only because circumstances had brought them together. Mouse grinned and plopped himself down on the sofa, wiggling his ass between them. "How's it going, daddies?" he asked playfully.
Morgan laughed and rubbed his head. The captain just gave him an amused look. "So, Hank," he began, turning toward his CO, "did you enjoy my Kekko's tight ass and naughty mouth?"
"Almost as good as yours," Reynolds replied.
"You're just saying," Mouse said and laughed. "There's no one better than him when it comes to ass and mouth."
"I understand you, I really do. Tomorrow, we'll have to get going," Reynolds said.
"Yeah. Vacation over," Mouse said and stretched. "Are you going to keep an eye out for these two lovers of mine, Morgan?"
The bodyguard gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah, for sure."
"Especially Karl. Fuck Karl properly to keep him in place. I know Francesco doesn't have the heart for it. He doesn't realize how much pain Karl needs in his life."
"You might underestimate Francesco," Morgan said and grinned. "He's very smart and catches on quickly."
That was true. Who else would think it a good idea to ask one boyfriend to save the other and act like a submissive slut only to get his way? Mouse had to admire Francesco for that, and not only. He was so much into cock that it was good that they weren't in some sort of competition for it.
"Francesco is going to miss you very much," Morgan continued. "I heard him complaining to Karl about it. He has this idea that Karl is capable of shortening your time in the army, and he's only being an asshole about it."
"Yeah, I know," Mouse replied. "I'm sure Karl will keep him plenty busy."
"Don't say that he'll forget about you, because you know that's not true."
"I'm not saying that. On the contrary, I know he's going to pester me regularly to get home to him and his husband."
"And how do you feel about it?" That was Reynolds asking.
Mouse shrugged and stretched with a yawn. "I love my Kekko. Even Karl, the bastard. But I'm no house pet. I need the exercise or I'll get bored. One day, though, yeah, one day, I'm going to knock on that door," he pointed toward the entrance, "and I'll be here to stay. Still," he added, "for now, I'm all for getting back into action, captain. By the way, what are your retirement plans?" he asked.
Reynolds chuckled. "You think I'm that old, Ahab? I don't plan to retire any time soon."
"Good. `Cause I'm addicted to that daddy milk," he said and grabbed Reynolds' crotch playfully. "I want to know I can have it for breakfast. Dinner, too."
"Not for lunch?" Morgan joked.
"We're usually deep in chores and drills during that time of the time," Mouse explained.
Reynolds caressed his head. "I'll make some retirement plans, then. This city looks like a decent place to live."
Mouse turned and stared into the man's honest eyes. "Do you want to come and live here, too?"
"Somewhere in this city, why not?"
"Or maybe," Francesco's voice came from behind them, "you will all think of coming to live in this big ass house that we have no actual use for. There are plenty of bedrooms."
Karl followed him and they both stopped in front of the sofa. Mouse laughed and pulled his Kekko down on his lap. Morgan took Karl's hand and made him sit on his knees, too.
"It looks to me like it's going to be a full house," Mouse pointed out.
Francesco beamed at him. "So? The more the merrier, right?" He kissed him and then turned slightly toward Reynolds. "Keep him alive and well, captain."
"I will," Reynolds promised solemnly.
"Thank you," Francesco said and kissed the captain, too.
That sounded like a plan, Mouse thought as he looked at how good his CO and his beloved Kekko looked together.
"Fuck, there's going to be so much dick for you, Cesco. Don't forget who owns you, bitch," Karl moaned, ruining the moment.
"Like I'd ever," Francesco said and rolled his eyes. "But seriously, you are all welcome here. Whenever that may be."
It would be years. But he wouldn't say it out loud. Francesco would wait for him, just like before. And if that wasn't love, Mouse had no idea what was.
~end
Author's note:
This is the end of Sucking It Up. I believe these guys are in a good place now. In case you want to read more about Karl, Francesco, and Mouse, as well as secondary characters, there's one extra story I'm writing for subscribers now. You can read its first chapter here:
https://daemondhart.blogspot.com/2023/04/dons-wish-1-so-my-subscribers-wanted-to.html