The Missing Years 1 - Teaser

Francesco is right to think that Mouse and Karl must have talked during those years they were out of his life, so I'm writing a story about what happened during those missing years. It's going to be told from Karl's POV, and it will have plenty of Mouse in it, too.

Here's a teaser for the first part:

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The Missing Years

1.

Karl walked along the long corridor and stared through the small square window. Those guys were giving Mouse a good washing with their hoses. He smirked cruelly as he heard the redhead hurling insults at the two men. They responded by aiming between his legs and at his butt when he turned. Yeah, the fucker deserved it for all that shit.

He ran one hand over his face. He was still reeling over that thing with Cesco at the last moment. Fuck, he deserved a fucking medal for keeping that cool face while the others stared at him like he was the fucking devil or something. They knew jackshit about what it took to be him.

“So, why did you want this one saved, again?”

The cold voice made him wash away any emotions from his face. He turned to face his dad. “He’d be good in the army. He’s got what it takes,” he replied, his voice not wavering for a second.

His dad walked closer and stared through the square opening. “He takes it up his ass, doesn’t he?” Don asked in the same dispassionate voice he used whenever he tried to fool others of his true intentions, which were to fish for information.

Karl snorted. “It’s obvious.” He braced for the following question. Did he fuck him? Did others fuck him? Was he also a cocksucker?

But Don shrugged and closed the opening, letting the cover slide over it. “Come. We have things to discuss.”

Karl followed without a word. When his dad ordered something, he obeyed. He didn’t need to stay in the army for years to know that it was the only thing to do. He only wished he could talk to Mouse a little before he got shipped who knew where.

To his surprise, Don had him step into the commanding officer’s office. He sat across from his dad, bracing himself for the debriefing.

Don lit himself a cigar and blew the smoke toward the ceiling, while leaning back in the commander’s chair. The ‘do not smoke’ sign on the wall was there for schmucks, not people like his dad.

“I know that you fucked plenty while on your summer camp,” Don said brusquely.

Karl tensed but didn’t let anything to show. He just shrugged. “A lot of time to kill. Not much else to do.”

His dad settled his washed out eyes on him. “That’s understandable, of course. Men have needs. Bitches have to bend or else.” He added nothing after that, but Karl didn’t need him to, anyway. “You weren’t a bitch, were you, Karl?”

“Never, sir.” Karl squared his shoulders and look his father in the eyes.

Don seemed pleased with his response. “The good news, son, is that you no longer have to settle for a dime a dozen whores like that boy Ahab anymore. Now,” he said and smacked one palm hard against the desk, “you’ve finally been upgraded to pussy.”

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