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Steve Burnside had been addicted to alcohol since the first time he tried it. One of the other prisoners, who worked in the mess hall, had brewed his own batch of wine, and had given Steve a cup. It was strong and sour-tasting, and Steve hadn't liked it at first, but then the magical feeling hit him: a pleasant lightheadedness, a sense of power and courage, a burning sensation in his stomach that made him yearn for more, give me more. Booze was hard to come by on Rockfort Island, especially being a prisoner, but whenever Steve could get his hands on some, it was like all his problems seemed to drift away, even if only for a while.
This was how the strange and interesting evening began for him: in a search for that feeling, that sweet oblivion only liquor could bring. Rodrigo's desk was in a recess across the hall from Steve's cell, and atop it sat a large plastic bottle of Royal Reserve - Canadian rye whiskey. It was almost full, and it seemed to call to Steve, seemed almost to taunt him. He had to get his hands on it. The other prisoners were led off to movie night, a weekly treat for them, but Steve stayed behind, feigning illness. He was completely alone in the cell block when he hatched a devious plan to get drunk: If he could knock the bottle off the desk, he could roll it towards his cell, then reach between the bars and grab it. True, he would be harshly reprimanded, but that didn't matter; all that mattered was getting drunk. Always innovative, Steve removed the long lace from the waist of his pants and tied it to an almost-full roll of toilet paper, which would be heavy enough to overturn the bottle.
His first attempt failed. He pulled the toilet paper back, tried again. Still no luck. Third time's a charm. Nope, all he managed to do was make his pants drop, leaving him naked from the waist down. Once more...got it! The bottle tipped, hit the floor, started to roll, closer as Steve reeled in his makeshift implement... Closer... just a little closer...
He was so focused on the task, he never even heard Rodrigo approaching, didn't notice him until he turned the corner. Oh, fuck... Steve's heart sank. Now I'm in for it. Not only had he not managed to acquire the booze, but he was going to be punished for it anyway.
"Burnside, what in the fuck are you doing?" Rodrigo seemed very pissed as he picked up the bottle, placed it back on his desk. Steve couldn't speak, could only stare at the floor, as the dark Hispanic repeated his question: "I said, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Sorry, Captain Raval," Steve said meekly, "I promise it won't happen again."
Rodrigo wasn't satisfied with this answer. "So, you like booze, do you?"
"Uh, yes sir," Steve said nervously, not knowing what else to say.
"Well, then maybe we could make a deal." This got Steve's attention. Rodrigo approached Steve's cell, leaned on the bars. "Maybe you do something for me, and we can forget this whole thing. You do a good job...maybe we'll see about getting you that drink." Steve looked at Rodrigo, noticed he was smiling devilishly. The bastard.
Steve knew what he had to do. He had done it before, many times for other guards, and it always made him feel filthy. Reluctantly, he got to his knees, intending to give Rodrigo oral sex through the bars. But to his surprise, Rodrigo said, "That's not what I want, kid." And that's when Steve noticed what Rodrigo was really grinning at. Oh, fuck.
Steve knew he was well-hung. The other prisoners had teased him about it good-naturedly in the shower, said he would be real popular with the ladies if he ever got back to civilization; and now his dangling teenage wang seemed to be the object of Rodrigo's attention. With hesitation, Steve stood up, even as Rodrigo got to his knees, reaching between the bars, gently grabbing his penis. To Steve, it felt weird: He wasn't gay, had never had his penis touched before, and certainly never fantasized about getting sex from a man. But Rockfort Island was a crazy place, full of terror, mystery, and occasionally (as Steve was about to learn), pleasure.
He couldn't believe he was getting hard. Rodrigo was clearly an expert, and the way he worked Steve's dick... well, it would've gotten the straightest man on earth hard. His other hand playfully tugged on Steve's balls, tickled his taint, got very close to teasing his butthole. It wasn't long before Steve was fully erect, but now the challenge was staying that way. He would close his eyes and it would feel great, but he kept losing his concentration, kept looking down and seeing Rodrigo's mustachioed face, killing the mood. Rodrigo seemed to notice this.
"Try thinking of a girl you like," he suggested. "If you don't finish for me, you're not getting that drink."
This made Steve concentrate, made him think. There weren't many girls he could remember being attracted to, but there was that one...
Oh my God, Claire... She had arrived on the Island a week before, and was the talk of all the prisoners. Steve was there in the yard when one of the guards got too close to her, and she bit his nose right off of his face. What a hellcat... She kept fighting even after she had been restrained, and it took two powerful jabs with a rifle butt to finally bring her down. Yet she still had the strength to scream obscenities at the bleeding, crying man as they dragged her off to solitary confinement: "You touch me like that again, motherfucker, and I'll cut your fuckin' dick off!"
Steve was now rock hard. He was beginning to sweat, as, to his surprise, Rodrigo quickly got up, grabbed his keys, and unlocked Steve's cell door, swinging it open. "On the desk," he ordered, "lay on your back, legs in the air."
Steve did as he was told, fully expecting that Rodrigo was now going to fuck him. But he didn't. Instead, he put Steve's dick in his mouth, began powerfully working his lips down the shaft, avoiding his head altogether. To Steve, it felt amazing: It was just pleasurable enough to be exciting, but without the full contact required to make him cum. Then Rodrigo began pressing one thumb against Steve's taint, directly above his anus, applying enough pressure that it actually hurt, but in a good way. He was now moaning, no longer thinking of Claire, but fully at peace with the fact that he was being pleasured by a man. He wanted to say his name out loud, but was so nervous, reluctant...
Rodrigo sensed this, ceased blowing him for a second to say reassuringly, "It's okay, Steve. You can say my name."
Steve accepted the invitation with enthusiasm, getting right into it as Rodrigo resumed his fellatio. "Oh, Rodrigo...Rodrigo..." he began to moan, "I'm yours, all yours..."
That's when Rodrigo began applying even more pressure with his thumb, lowered it just a fraction of an inch... and it went right up Steve's ass. He actually squealed with delight as he was entered, was pleasantly delighted as Rodrigo worked it in and out, in and out, sweat now pouring down Steve's face, down his naked chest as he finally slipped his shirt off. Rodrigo reached his free hand up and began to painfully pinch Steve's nipple, something he would never have imagined could turn him on. Oh my God, what a feeling...
Steve was getting close. He announced this to Rodrigo, as the man finally began working his tongue around the head of Steve's dick. Steve felt his sphincter tighten around the man's thumb... it was about to happen... I'm about to explode... oh my God, oh my God... "FUUUUCK!" He placed both hands on the back of Rodrigo's head, holding him there, while at the same time he felt the thumb ram as deep up his ass as it could possibly go. Rodrigo greedily received all the cum, every last drop (and it had been a lot), swallowing it with an audible gulp.
Steve relaxed, felt the thumb exit his ass, as he asked, "So...did I...earn myself a drink?" He was still trying to catch his breath.
"I think so, kid," Rodrigo answered, uncapping the bottle and putting it to Steve's lips, allowing the teen a long swig.
"So..." Steve looked at the dark-skinned man impishly. "Are you gonna fuck me now?"
"I already got what I wanted, kid, you don't have to--"
"I want to," Steve said, cutting him off. He flipped over on the desk, presenting his ass to Rodrigo. "Come on, Rodrigo, it'll be fun. Plus," Steve giggled, "you already loosened me up."
Rodrigo looked at his watch. "We'd better make it quick. The others will be returning soon."
The idea of the other prisoners (one of whom was actually Steve's father) walking in on their passionate encounter was absolutely humiliating, and it somehow made Steve crave Rodrigo's cock even more. But as soon as he whipped it out, Steve began to regret his decision: Rodrigo was huge. Steve knew his own dick was a healthy eight inches, but even it didn't hold a candle to the absolute hammer Rodrigo was packing. He was a little relieved when the man grabbed a bottle of lotion from inside the desk, began lubricating himself generously, but it would still be a tight fit.
His entrance took Steve's breath away, and it was almost unbearably painful. He asked Steve if he should stop, but he told him to keep going - he knew that once he got used to it, it would feel amazing. And so it did. Steve giggled with glee at each new thrust, pushing back on the cock even as it brought tears to his eyes. He so loved the feeling of being the stronger man's hot little boy-toy, his feminine pleasure slave, the receptacle for his meaty girth. He cried out: "Fuck me you fucking animal, smack my little ass, make me your bitch, fuck my tight little ass!"
"It ain't gonna be tight no more!" Rodrigo spanked him hard, again and again.
"Yeah! FUCK yeah!"
"You want me to cum, bitch?!"
"Fuck yeah Rodrigo, I want it all! I want you to fill my asshole with your cream!"
"Here it comes, Steve, here it fuckin' comes!"
Blam! Steve felt his rectum pumped full of hot, gooey jizz, more than he could handle, yet he took it all and loved it. Not a minute after, the two heard the sound of an approaching crowd outside, and Steve quickly dressed, Rodrigo putting him back in his cell with no time to spare. He then went to his desk and made like he had been doing paperwork, concealing his still-throbbing erection as he sat down. Steve pretended to be asleep as the other prisoners were ushered into their cells. In another minute, he actually did fall asleep, completely spent from the lust-filled episode.
* * * *
Steve awoke in the middle of the night. He didn't know what time it was, but knew that it was late. Someone was whispering his name.
"Steve... Steve... Wake up!"
Steve couldn't see, but he knew it was Rodrigo. He heard the lock to his cell click, the door gently squeak open, saw through the faint moonlight a hand reaching through the darkness. He took the hand, and was led out into the cool open air of night. It felt so exhilarating, so dangerous - as they darted from shadow to shadow, hand in hand, avoiding the watchful eyes of Rodrigo's fellow guards, lest their forbidden tryst be discovered.
Rodrigo, being the Captain of the Guard, had a small cabin to himself, and the two finally arrived there - Steve was relieved to be out of danger's way, exciting though it had been. As Rodrigo invited him in, Steve discovered he had done his best to make the place feel romantic: a fire was burning in the fireplace, quiet jazz music played on the stereo, and a bottle of scotch sat open on the coffee table, next to two empty glasses.
Rodrigo motioned to a comfy chair, took a seat in another. "Sit down, have a drink." He poured one for Steve. "This was a Christmas gift from Alfred himself. I've been saving it for a special occasion."
"Thanks," Steve said, speaking for the first time since he'd been awoken. He tasted the scotch: it was bitter, but Steve instantly began to acquire a taste for it. It tasted...expensive.
They drank in silence for several minutes, just enjoying each other's company, Steve enjoying his freedom. Then he asked, "That girl, Claire... is she alright?"
Rodrigo raised an eyebrow, as if wondering why Steve cared. "She'll live," he said. "She's in solitary now, the little troublemaker. We're still figuring out what to do with her."
The liquor was already taking its effect on Steve, making him bold. "Please make sure no one hurts her. She seems really... I dunno, nice."
Rodrigo laughed. "Try telling that to Barton. She really bit a chunk out of the poor bastard." Then he added, "Yeah, I'll make sure. I got the only key to solitary, and no one gets in there without my permission."
"Thanks, Rodrigo," Steve said. "That's really responsible of you. I like a man who's...responsible." The booze was really taking its hold on Steve. He reached across the table, placing a hand on his new partner's crotch, roughly massaging it, feeling it up and down, up and down, as his bulge began to grow...
...And then the two were wildly stripping, kissing passionately, Rodrigo picking Steve up off his feet and carrying him over to the bed. Steve couldn't wait to show the man his own considerable skill in cocksucking, as he eagerly wrapped his lips around the massive shaft, gripping it powerfully at the base, working his lips up and down until his jaw became sore, yet feeding off the moans of his partner that kept him performing. Finally, Steve came up for air, offering, "You can fuck me again. Please. I'm still hurting from earlier, but I know I can take it..."
"I'll ride you gentle, babe." Rodrigo positioned himself behind the teen, lubed himself up...and proceeded to give Steve the most amazing fuck he could ever have asked for, all the while tugging him off with a reach-around. The two came in unison, kissing like horny highschool students, whispering words of passion in each other's ears as they lay there afterwards, naked and sweaty, completely drained of energy.
And that is how they fell asleep. Before he drifted off, Steve reflected on the evening's events: He couldn't believe his good fortune, the fate that had joined him with this wonderful, powerful, swarthy alpha of a man. Even though he had been ripped away from the world he once knew and was a prisoner on an island of horrors, still his future seemed a little brighter for the love that had blossomed - a love between two men that shared a fondness for alcohol, and a raging desire for each other's large, throbbing dicks.