Chapter 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.