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 Alvarez is at a real low point in his life. Stuck in Oz, he's trying to
cope with el Cid and his gang turning on him, some major mental illness,
the hacks hating him for blinding one of their own, and facing the blinded
Rivera in his sessions with Sister Pete. He's just about ripe for some
kind of exploitation. 
Enter Keller, the perfect psychopathic sexual predator. He's trying
desperately to win Beecher back after having broken his heart *and* his
limbs, and he finds in Alvarez the perfect way to get his rocks off and
work off his frustration at being brushed off and ignored by Beecher. 
------ 
My eternal gratitude goes to Ozsaur (my hero and shit), for her usual
incredible and tireless Beta throughout this series. 
Warning: This series contains Violence, Bondage, Dom/sub and Intense
Sexual Situations.
  
  Thrill by dustandroses  

 Alvarez was in shock. He couldn't believe what had Keller had done. Heart
pounding, cursing Keller in Spanish, he pulled on the belt that held his
hands tied to the shelving unit. Realizing it was secured to the wall, he
struggled anyway, but couldn't get away, couldn't pull it down, couldn't
do anything. Suddenly this was too real for him. 

 A thrill of pure fear hit him. This couldn`t be happening to him. He'd
followed Keller into the closet, as usual, and Keller had seemed normal,
well, normal for Keller anyway. And maybe that was the problem. Keller's
dark brooding eyes hadn't hinted at anything unusual, but Alvarez had
fallen into the same trap - the same stupid mistake he promised himself
every time that he wouldn't make again. He'd forgotten how dangerous this
man could be. He'd forgotten Keller was crazy. 

 He'd been drawn in by the lure of Keller's sensual, passionate power
while forgetting the wild beast inside, the predator hunting his prey.
He'd let his dick do the thinking, once again, and this was where it had
gotten him. Alvarez tugged against his bonds again, his heart pumping fast
and irregularly, the panic taking over as he struggled helplessly. All
he'd done was touch Keller, that's all. 

 Okay, so Keller had told him not to, had warned him even, not to touch.
He'd held Alvarez' wrists in his hands, held them above his head as he
pressed Alvarez into the door behind him; kissing fiercely, Keller's
tongue practically down Alvarez' throat. Then he slid his tongue along
Alvarez' collarbone and into the hollow of his neck, where he bit him
sharply, then sucked at the red spot, leaving a mark above the line of the
collar, a mark that could be seen by anyone, even when he was wearing a
shirt. Could he be blamed for reaching down, and pulling Keller's mouth
away from that spot, to pull it to his own?

 Without warning, Keller had pulled the belt out of his pocket, wrapped it
around Alvarez' wrists, then dragged him back to the far wall. Before he
could protest, Keller had secured his arms above his head to the top shelf
of the unit. Alvarez pulled on the belt around his wrists, his curses
harsh in his own ears, his voice rough with fear. But as he struggled, he
found his body surrounded by Keller's, his warm breath in Alvarez' ear as
he spoke to him quietly. Keller's voice was calm as he told him he was
safe, that Alvarez could trust him; he wouldn't hurt him, he just needed
to remind Alvarez what he was allowed to do and what he wasn`t, and he
would release Alvarez when he had proved that he could behave himself.

 Slowly, Alvarez' struggles lessened and eventually stopped. His body
still shaking with adrenaline and fear, his breath came in fast, shallow
pants. But Keller was running his hands up and down his body, barely
touching, soft strokes to soothe his fears. His body began to respond to
those warm hands rubbing; rough callused fingers sparked over his nipples
and belly, making him realize he'd lost most of his hard-on, but that the
fire in Keller's hands was stirring him back up again. 

 Keller was running his tongue along his right shoulder, his fingers
running across it, and he realized Keller was touching his tattoo. "What
is this?" He asked Alvarez quietly, blowing on his back and cooling the
wet trail his tongue had made, outlining the abstract symbol on his
shoulder. 

 "It's saltamontes - the grasshopper, it brings you good luck."

 "Good luck, huh? Does it work?"

 "I don't know, you tell me."

 That got him a chuckle. "I like it. Who knows, maybe that's what brought
you here, to me. What do you think, Alvarez? Was that luck?" Keller bit
gently on the back of Alvarez' neck, his teeth grazing across the skin,
making Alvarez shiver. 

 "I guess that depends on what happens next." Alvarez' voice was guarded.
He tugged on the shelf again and Keller's hands came up, running up his
arms to his wrists and back down again. 

 "Don't worry, Alvarez, you're safe with me. You just have to remember to
do what I tell you to."

 "And what's this?" He jerked on the belt. 

 "Couldn't do what you were told, now could you? Those hands of yours are
always getting you into trouble, Alvarez. You have to learn to behave,
then things like this won`t happen. But don`t you worry. I`ll let you go
when I`m through with you. I promise." Keller let his hands slide down his
arms, around to his chest, stopping at Alvarez' nipples, pulling and
tugging on them, drawing a gasp from Alvarez, who arched his back pushing
his chest into those teasing fingers. Then they slid down to his waist,
taking care of the button and zipper quickly, and pushing his pants down
to pool around his feet. His underwear caught on his hard-on and Keller
laughed as he tugged the cloth down over it, reaching around to grab
Alvarez' cock as it was freed. 

 Alvarez moaned softly as Keller stroked his cock, jerking him off as he
pushed his hard-on against Alvarez' ass. "Mmmm...this feels good,
Alvarez," Keller laughed, "it almost feels like I'm jerking myself off."

 "You're just using my dick to do it." Alvarez could see the irony in
that. Keller was using him, just like everyone else. He didn't care what
happened to Alvarez, as long as he got his rocks off. Keller wasn't any
different than anyone else.

 "It'd be even better if my dick were in your ass." Keller's voice was
deep and gravelly, and Alvarez froze. He`d had that on his mind a lot in
the last couple of days. Keller's fingers had felt so good in his ass,
that he had come without either of them even touching his dick. But that
still didn't mean he was in any hurry to have Keller`s dick in him. He
glanced up at his wrists, tied securely, he couldn't even put up a fight
if he wanted to.

 "Is that what you want?" Alvarez tried to sound calm about it, casual,
like it wasn't any big deal to him, either way. He knew he was failing,
Keller had to see right through him. He tugged on his wrists, "So this
isn't enough for you?" He regretted his sarcastic tone immediately,
holding his breath, afraid of what Keller might do now. 

 "Alvarez, I don't think you understand." Keller's hand stilled on his
dick and then his other hand came up, held his jaw and turned his face to
the side. "This is for you, not me. You have to learn that when I tell you
to do something, I mean it. You can't disobey me and expect to get away
with it. That's why your hands are tied." 

 "You just happened to decide to bring this belt, just in case I slipped
up." He didn't seem to be able to stop arguing with Keller, despite the
circumstances. He bit his tongue, willing himself not to respond to
whatever Keller said next. But Keller's tone was calm, almost
condescending, like a teacher explaining a math problem to a child, like
he had expected Alvarez not to understand.

 "I brought the belt because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself last
time; I thought you might need some reinforcement. You`ll see. Maybe next
time you won`t need the belt. It all depends on you." He started stroking
Alvarez again, his other hand slipping down and playing with his nipples
once more. 

 "If the belt bothers you too much, we can stop right now. Is that what
you want, Alvarez? I'll untie you, and you can go back to your pod, and
finish this on your own." He sounded like it really didn't matter to him
if Alvarez stayed or went, his hand light and easy on Alvarez' dick.

 Just last week he had sat in his pod, and thought about that very thing.
He had decided he wanted someone else's hand on his dick, not his own.
That was how he got here in the first place. He spoke firmly, determined.
"No. That's not what I want." 

 As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Keller turned Alvarez to the
side and dropped to his knees, taking his cock into his mouth and sucking
hard. Alvarez almost shouted out loud, but stifled his cry at the last
second, gasping and moaning into his arm, trying to muffle the noise he
made. He was instantly on fire again, so hard he thought he was going to
burst. Keller pushed his legs as far apart as the pants around his ankles
would let them go, reaching up for his balls with one hand and curving the
other hand between his legs to rub his ass, running one finger along his
crack.

 Keller started working his cock, sliding his lips up and down on it, his
tongue rubbing along the underside and his mouth sucking hard all at the
same time. Running his hands along Alvarez' ass, Keller held his cheeks
apart. One finger stroked up and down his crack, centering on his asshole,
rubbing little circles around it. Alvarez was again surprised at how much
he liked that - he never expected to like it the way he did. No one had
ever done that to him before Keller, and he wondered why, `cause it felt
pretty damn good. 

 He moaned and tried really hard to stop himself from thrusting up into
Keller's mouth. Last time, that had pissed Keller off, so he held back as
best he could. He kept forgetting his hands were tied; he kept trying to
move them down onto Keller's head, like he always had with Maritza, but
that was what he had kept doing last time, wasn't it? That's why his hands
were tied up in the first place, to keep from touching when he wasn`t
supposed to. Yeah, well, maybe he was learning something after all. He'd
sure as hell learned he liked having his asshole played with.

 Suddenly, the finger at his asshole was cold and wet, and Keller pushed
it into his ass, right up to the last knuckle. He gasped as Keller's
finger moved at a steady pace, in and out of his ass, letting Alvarez get
used to it. Keller laughed around Alvarez' dick as he curved his finger
and pushed all the way in, hitting that sweet spot, making Alvarez cry out
with pleasure. 

 He pulled off Alvarez` cock and laughed out loud. "Ah, yeah...found it
that time, didn't I?" Keller's grin widened as he rubbed up against it
again, and Alvarez started mumbling a steady stream of Spanish words, none
of which Keller understood, but he nodded anyway, and said, "Yeah, that's
right. Feels good doesn't it? Let's see what happens with two."

 Alvarez stopped talking, stopped breathing for an instant when the second
finger breached his asshole, but when the two rubbed against his prostate
he jerked forward, gasping and moaning again, and lost his balance, his
shoulders falling back against the cold wall, sending a shiver up his
spine. The fingers were moving faster now, hitting that same spot over and
over, sending pleasure tingling out from his groin to every part of his
body. He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall, thrusting his hips up
into the air and back down onto those strong, thick fingers, lost in the
feelings spreading throughout his body.

 The third finger was an unexpected shock - there was some pain with that,
and he opened his eyes wide as he cried out. Keller's free hand was on his
belly now, rubbing in circles, as he slowed down the fingers thrusting
into him, his voice soothing and calming. "It's ok, don't worry, it won't
hurt long, that's it, just relax. The more you relax, the easier it gets
and the less it hurts. That's it. Good. There. That's not so bad, is it?"
Keller pushed all three fingers in deep, and pressed firmly against
Alvarez' prostate again, and he groaned from deep in his chest. This was
different. He felt stretched, opened wide, and somehow the pleasure that
came with it was more intense. There was little pain left, just a sense of
fullness, and he thrust back against the fingers when they pushed in this
time, making sure they went deep enough to graze up against his sweet spot
one more time.

 "Oh, yeah, Alvarez, that's it. Feels good, doesn't it? That's right. You
like that, don't you? Do you want more, Alvarez? Tell me. Do you want
more? Do you? Tell me what you want."

 "Please. Please..." Alvarez was confused. He didn't know what Keller
meant by that. He didn't know what he wanted, except to come. But he
didn't think that was what Keller meant. He couldn't think - his mind was
fuzzy, his brain didn't want to work. "Harder. Yes, more." He shoved back
onto Keller's hand - "Please!" 

 "What do you want, Alvarez? Tell me."

 "You. I want you."

 Alvarez gasped as Keller pulled his hand away, quickly stood up, and
turned Alvarez around, pushing him into the corner where the shelving unit
met the wall. Suddenly Keller was pressed up against his back, his breath
warm in Alvarez ear as he whispered, "Good answer."

 The next thing Alvarez knew, Keller's dick was pressed against his
asshole, and his hand was clamped over Alvarez' mouth. "Relax. Take a deep
breath and breathe out when I say." A pause. "Are you ready?" Alvarez'
heart was pounding, he knew what was coming next. Whether or not he was
ready, it was going to happen, so he'd better do what he was told to make
it easier for himself, if he could. He took a deep breath, grabbed onto
the pole his hands were tied to and nodded his head. 

 "Now." The first few seconds were agony. Even though he'd forgotten to
breathe out, the air rushed out of him in a loud cry, muffled against
Keller's palm. His body stiff and trembling, he felt Keller's slick hand
rubbing on his belly, Keller's breath in his ear as he whispered to him.
"Relax. Breathe deeply. It's okay, you can do this. The pain will go away
if you just relax. Breathe in, there you go, now out, easy...easy. That's
good. Good."

 Alvarez' body began to adjust to the feeling and he realized that the
pain was gradually going away. His trembling stilled, and he tried to
relax, to let go of the fear. Keller moved inside him, pushing in more,
making him tense up. When he did, the pain came back, and he consciously
tried to relax his body. Suddenly Keller pushed in deep, and Alvarez could
feel him pressed all the way against his body. Keller was in him as far as
he could go. 

 Alvarez shuddered as Keller began to move slowly inside him. "Oh yeah,
that's it. That's it. Mmm...that's good." Keller reached down and took
Alvarez' cock in his hand, squeezing it and pulling, and Alvarez was
shocked to realize that he was still hard, and getting harder. He thrust
his cock into Keller's hand and moaned loudly, then drove himself back
onto Keller's cock, then bucked forward again. He was beginning to get the
feel for it, pushing back to fill him up and then thrusting forward into
Keller's hand. It was good - he couldn`t believe how good it felt.

 Keller's hand left his mouth and he whispered into Alvarez' ear to remind
him to be quiet. He grabbed Alvarez' hips and adjusted his position
slightly, and the next time he thrust in, he hit Alvarez' sweet spot.
Alvarez moaned deep in his chest, biting his lip to control the sound as
he felt the sparks like lightening, pushing their way through his body. He
gasped. "Oh, my God!" And Keller laughed as he hit the spot again.

 "Oh, yeah, found it, didn't I? Feels good, huh? You like that?"

 Alvarez let out a string of Spanish words under his breath, and Keller
started to move faster, hitting his hips against Alvarez' ass with force,
pushing grunts out of them both as they moved together, Keller's breath
hot against Alvarez' ear, panting harshly. Alvarez felt his orgasm rising
up, his balls tight against his body, his thrusting hips bucking wildly as
Keller pounded faster and more fiercely into him. He bit his lip to stop
from crying out at the intensity of the feelings coursing through him.
Keller reached up and twisted a nipple as he bit down on the back of
Alvarez' neck. Squeezing his dick tightly, Keller stroked him through his
release. 

 Keller continued to thrust roughly into him, and even when he had no more
to give, the strong pushes against his prostate continued to send shocks
through Alvarez' body. Finally Keller thrust in one final time and held
himself there, grunting loudly against Alvarez' neck. As they both tried
to recover their breath, Keller reached up and untied Alvarez' still-bound
hands away from the shelf, whispering, "Good boy," into his ear just
before Alvarez' legs gave out. Keller helped ease Alvarez down as he
collapsed gracelessly to his knees, unable to brace himself with his hands
still tied in front of him. He leaned against the wall, gasping for
breath.

 Alvarez looked up at Keller, his hands held out in front of him,
expecting Keller to untie him, but Keller just smiled, and shook his head.
He pulled the used condom off his dick and threw it away, and Alvarez
realized with surprise he'd had no idea when he'd put it on. Keller pulled
Alvarez' head around to face the boxes on the shelf next to him. He could
see his come dripping down the side of a box labeled scrub brushes. "Clean
this up." Alvarez looked at his still bound hands then back to Keller's
eyes and he realized what Keller wanted him to do. He pushed himself
shakily up on his knees and leaned over to the box. He could see Keller
nod as he stuck out his tongue and licked every trace of come off the
cardboard. 

 Alvarez leaned back with his own come still in his mouth, and Keller ran
his thumb down his Adam's apple. "Swallow." As he did, Keller swept his
fingers across Alvarez' eyes, closing the lids, then his thumb ran across
his lips, and Alvarez opened his mouth and let it inside. Alvarez sucked
on his thumb, running his tongue across it, pulling it farther into his
mouth and he felt Keller's breath on his ear as he whispered "Good."
Alvarez wanted to open his eyes as Keller pulled his thumb out, but he
resisted the urge as he felt the belt around his hands loosen and pull
free. He heard Keller step away, heard the rustle of clothing adjusting,
the sound of a zipper.

 "Open your eyes." Keller was at the door, his hand on the knob. He
paused, staring at Alvarez intently for a moment, then crossed back over
to him, crouching down to get to Alvarez' eye level. "Do I need to bring
the belt with me next time?"

 Alvarez started to say no, of course not, but then he paused as he
thought about it. Could he keep his hands to himself? He'd tried to touch
Keller even with the belt on, forgetting for a minute that his hands had
been tied. It had actually been a relief not to have to worry about not
using his hands when they weren't wanted. With a shock he realized it was
easier with them tied. And the thrill of fear had been overwhelmingly
exciting. 

 "I don't know."

 Keller nodded. "Fair enough. We'll see how it goes."

 Alvarez nodded, not really trusting himself to speak and Keller got up
and walked away. The door closed behind Keller, and Alvarez sat there,
thinking. Hardly realizing the mess his clothes were in, the fact that
there was come on his chin and his pants and underwear, which were wrapped
around his ankles. Did he really want to be tied up? How could he want
that? What did that mean for him, for who he was? 

 He closed his eyes, feeling the ache in his ass. Who he was? That was a
good question, wasn`t it? He'd let another man fuck him. He'd come with
another man's dick up his ass. It seemed he had a lot to think about. He
got to his feet, pulling his pants up and zipping. His hands were
trembling, slightly. He couldn't tell if it was from being bound, or a
reaction to what had happened here. As he reached for the door knob, he
noticed the red marks around his wrists. He felt a shock, and a thrill
raced through him. Yes, maybe this was what he wanted. 


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