Sucking It Up
7.
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.
