Ivan was sitting in the cafeteria, alone, contemplating some things. It had been a few weeks since Alfred had 'taken him back' and he was gladly embracing Alfred's affections- that were becoming increasingly common now. As were his cravings for the special kind of medicine Ivan always slipped into his food. He was thinking about telling Alfred the truth, weighing the pros and cons. There was a chance if he told Alfred that he would try to give it up cold turkey and pull further away from Ivan- but he could also accept it and just give in.

Sighing, Ivan got up and grabbed a muffin for Alfred, sprinkling the top with 'powdered sugar' and stuffed it under his shirt to hide it from the guards before taking his leave. He returned to the cell, seeing Alfred on the lower bunk, jittery and shaking, most likely from the minor detox. He needed a fix.

Ivan tossed the muffin to him, leaning against the ladder of the bunk bed. "Eat up. You look hungry."

Alfred caught the muffin easily, though it did take him by surprise. Well, kinda. Ivan tended to grab a lot of food for him from the cafeteria; he was accustomed to receiving small snacks during the day from the man. They always made him feel better too. More energetic. It was hard to distinguish if it was the food that was giving him this energy or just his masters presence sometimes. Whichever it was, Alfred saw Ivan as the bringer of good feelings. The supplier of food and sex. His protector. At this point, the boy had practically forgotten that Ivan seemed to only think of him as some sort of sex object. Or maybe he'd just come to accept it. Either way, Alfred definitely felt better about his stance with Ivan. Without a second thought, the boy stuffed the muffin into his mouth, feeling a sudden need and hunger coil in his gut.

"Do you feel better? I know this morning you weren't feeling well." Another side effect from the cocaine. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before he sat beside Alfred on the bunk. Better to just get it over with. "Alfred, I have something for you..." He slid his arm around Alfred's shoulder and pulled him in closer. He then reached into the inner lacing of his pants and pulled out a little baggy filled with white powder.

Alfred looked over towards the bag of white powder, his eyebrows stitched together as he chewed his muffin. "What's that? Sugar?" He had a feeling it wasn't, but he couldn't bring himself to believe Ivan was going to make him snort drugs without some sort of trade on his part. Cocaine's expensive inside the prison, considering the risks the dealers go through to smuggle the illegal substance in.

Ivan shook his head and opened up the little baggy before he tapped some of the powder into his palm. "Take a snort, Alfred. It will make you feel better." That little sprinkle of cocaine on the muffin would only do so much...

Okay. So it was definitely cocaine. Shaking his head, the boy swallowed some more of the muffin before muttering, "Nah, I don't do drugs. Especially not illegal ones. Aren't those bad for you?" Alfred figured snorting the coke would probably make him feel shittier, actually.

"You do now." Ivan shrugged and let the cocaine slide back into the bag from his palm, brushing it off with both hands, palms sliding together. Cocaine breezed through the air in their faces. Ivan covered his nose and mouth to make sure he wouldn't breathe any in.

The phrase sounded ominous to the boy, the cocaine's scent somewhat familiar. Pondering on the topic, Alfred suddenly became rigid, his heart pounding erratically. He glanced at his muffin, spotting the "powdered sugar". The same powdered sugar that was always on his snacks that gave him so much energy. That made him feel so good. Ivan the drug lord had been drugging him this entire time. And for some reason, Alfred was oddly okay with that. Though it might have just been the high he was experiencing manipulating and distorting the danger and anger he should probably feel right then. Looking at Ivan with bright blue, widened eyes, the boy asked "Will it cost me anything?"

"Nothing you haven't been giving me already." Alfred's body and loyal affections was more than enough to repay him. Alfred's supply of cocaine was hardly expensive to him, compared to all the other drugs he pedaled into the prison. Alfred was already hooked and reeled in, Ivan just needed to tempt him with the real treat.

Alfred nodded, fidgeting in his seat. "O-okay. I guess I'll have some then. Might as well, right?" He'd apparently already had it plenty of times before, and it did make him feel good. Why not have the real stuff? "How do you take it straight? Snort it?"

"Mhmm, snorting has it last the longest." Ivan got up and took the little baggy with him. "We'll have to snort it on the back of the toilet..." That was the only real flat surface in the room. He poured some of the cocaine onto the back and started to slide it into lines with the tip of his finger. "It's all yours, Alfred. Just snort what you can."

"You're not going to have any?" Alfred asked as he situated himself beside the toilet, preparing to snort the white powder. Ivan was a drug lord; it was strange that he didn't seem to want the drugs.

"You never get high on your own supply." Ivan had a firm rule about doing drugs- he was a seller and not a user. Anything that he bought he sold for a higher price at a later time. "This is all for you, just enjoy yourself."

Alfred shrugged, not particularly caring too much one way or the other. Oh well. More for him. Leaning over the toilet seat, the boy snorted one line of the cocaine without hesitation, his eyes blinking rapidly as he adjusted to the strange sensation. The high was much more condensed and concentrated like this; it occurred quicker and heavier. His mind already felt fogged, his conscious slipping away as the coke took its effect.

"Take the other lines- just try." Ivan didn't want to have to slide it all back into the bag. He would lose more than he regained. "You'll last longer and feel better." Alfred was an amazingly high functioning user when he was high- it was exciting, knowing that Alfred could do everything himself while tweeking.

Alfred nodded and obeyed to the best of his abilities, huffing the other few lines of coke that were splayed across the seat. It was exhilarating, the high he was experiencing. Everything felt quicker, his blood seemed to rush faster. Specifically to a certain region of his body. He looked back to Ivan with eyes leaden with lust, unable to suppress his desire.

"Does that feel good?" Ivan smirked and took Alfred's hand into his own, pulling him in closer. "Come here- do you feel hot?" He loved to think that Alfred was dependent on him. That he needed and wanted him so badly he couldn't function without him- even if it was just the cocaine Alfred wanted and needed.

Alfred nodded with a goofy smirk plastered to his flying high face, the expression making his current state of mind apparent. "Yes...so hot." He got down on his knees and inched towards the Russian's body, fiddling with the hem of his pants. Flitting his drug-laden eyes up towards the man's gaze, Alfred announced, "I wanna suck you off, sir."

"Do you want my cock that badly?" A smirk crept up on Ivan's features as he pushed his pants down, cock peeking out of his underwear. "Well, I'm more than happy to give it to you if you really want it that badly.

Alfred nodded his head fervently before Ivan's cock was presented to him, large and tempting. Licking his lips in anticipation, the boy could hardly sit still as he pulled Ivan's member out of its confines, not a hint of hesitation in his actions when he swooped his head down to gather the tip of the cock into his mouth. He lapped and sucked on it vigorously, eager to please.

"Ahh..." Ivan's fingers slid through Alfred's hair and pulled him in a little deeper, urging him to take more than just the tip. "I know you can take more than that- why would you tease your master like that?" Alfred's eagerness and the way he splayed himself out, so ready for Ivan's domination.

Placing long, earnest laps along Ivan's large member, Alfred eventually did the Russian's bidding, taking the thick cock into his mouth, almost to the hilt. He sucked harshly around the engorged, reddened member as he bobbed his head quickly, stroking what he couldn't fit into his mouth with his hand. With his brain fogged and cloudy from the drugs, Alfred could hardly think straight, focusing purely on his master's cock, enjoying the feeling of it pulsing in his throat. The sticky desire in his gut wouldn't cease, his body in a state of ecstasy and need.

If Ivan had thought Alfred was good while he was barely on the snuff, consuming it orally, then he was blown away now that Alfred was feeling its full effects, nasally. "Oh, Alfred, oh..." He was beautiful, really. His throat contracting and gagging around Ivan's thick shaft. He wanted so bad to fuck his face so hard Alfred threw up. Well, perhaps not that far. Ivan didn't want a lengthy clean up.

Alfred's eyes fluttered open as he glanced up at Ivan through his golden eyelashes in recognition of his name. The sounds his master made were amplified by the drugs, the noise deafening and sweet to the young blond. He wanted to cause Ivan to make more of those noises. Deepthroating the man, Alfred took the cock even further into his mouth, choking and sputtering in the process. It was fine though. Alfred was willing to do anything the please the Russian. Moaning around the erection, he dragged his tongue along the underside of the cock, sucking rigorously.

"Oh, you're so perfect, I don't know what I was doing all this time without you," Ivan crooned, pinching Alfred's cheek. It was stretched and distended from how much he was fitting in his mouth. "You're a little piggy!" he giggled as he watched Alfred struggled harder to suck and bob. "With your cute little upturned nose and your big red cheeks..."

The cheek-pinching was a tad uncomfortable, but it didn't defer Alfred in the slightest. Ignoring what Alfred (if he had been in a sober mind) would think to be insulting words, the boy simply gazed up at the jovial man with hazy, half-lidded blue eyes as he swallowed the cock, continuing in his bobbing actions. Grasping onto Ivan's knee to steady himself, the boy attempted to bob his head faster.

"Awhhh, cute little piggy wants to choke on his master's cock?" Ivan crooned as he pushed Alfred further onto his cock pushing even deeper down his throat. "You sweet little slut, you just love my cock that much, don't you?" He patted Alfred's cheek and pushed him off of his shaft so that they could work a little faster. "But...I think it's time to move on."

Alfred fell back on his ass, but quickly scrambled to his knees once more. He felt dizzy and disoriented from the sudden movement, but didn't complain. Eventually finding his feet again, the boy asked timidly, "W-what are we doing now, s-sir?"

Ivan pointed to the bed, not liking that people were starting to gather around. He glared them away and crackled his knuckles. "Lean over the bed, I'm going to fuck you that way. Then maybe, if you're good, afterwards I might cum on your face." He figured that could be a treat, if Alfred was high enough.

"Yes, sir." Alfred mumbled quietly, but giddily. Quickly rushing over toward the bed, the intoxicated boy promptly bent over, placing his hands onto the firm mattress, weaving his fingers into the bed sheets. It'd been a while since they'd fucked in this position; the boy eagerly anticipated it.

Ivan eagerly lined up behind Alfred and rubbed his flushed cock between Alfred's plush ass. "Warm and fuckable... Your ass is going to be gaping by the time that I'm done with you," he sneered, giving Alfred a spank and spitting into his palm before he rubbed at the crown of his cock and brushing it against Alfred's hole.

Alfred groaned at the man's nearly threatening words, rubbing back on the man's hardened cock. His senses were amplified at the moment, every touch and brush feeling so much more erotic, so much more sensual than normal. His hole quivered and tingled in excitement, the drugged boy having a hard time keeping his noises and rasps under control even before Ivan began fucking him. Whining softly, Alfred silently begged his master to plow into him.

Ivan wondered at all if he gave Alfred any other drugs would he have even better reactions? He was tempted... But he wasn't specialized in any other type of drug, he wasn't sure he was comfortable branching out. He would talk about it later with others. Until then, he needed to pay attention to Alfred.

Meanwhile the boy just squirmed in his own need for pleasure, writhing under Ivan's teasing touches. Whimpering, Alfred hissed, "Oh god, please fuck me, sir! I c-can't take it..." It was excruciating, being so close to having what he wanted most only for the Russian to withhold it from him. Grinding back on Ivan's cock, the boy wished for reprieve.

"Oh, well... When you put it like that I guess I could privilege you with my cock." Ivan then promptly sheathed himself inside of Alfred, snickering as he caused Alfred's body to shake and spasm. The pleasure engulfed him, making him mewl and tremble with the warmth and moist pleasure. "Ahhh..."

Alfred cried out in pleasure, Ivan's name tearing from the boy's lips as he mewled and rocked back on the man's cock. A glutton for pleasure, the boy instantly began to roll his hips back vigorously, desiring the stimulation in his ass. He clamped his ass around the intruding cock, moaning from the overwhelming pleasure he felt in his drugged state.

"Oh, keep doing it like that," Ivan grunted as he started to slide in and out- with a little less sliding, since Alfred was clamping down so hard. But he definitely tried to give Alfred a satisfying fuck. Of course, Alfred didn't even need for him to try.

Alfred didn't need to be told twice. His eyes rolled back in his head as he clutched the bed sheets, his nails digging into the fabric. Wailing and moaning in his exaggerated pleasure, Alfred rutted back on the man's cock. He had a hard time focusing on anything but the erection buried balls-deep in his ass. "Fuck me deeper Ivan, please..." He whimpered, pressing his face to the mattress in attempt to gain more leverage. His back arched and his stomach coiled in intense pleasure.

"I can't go deeper," Ivan grunted as he smacked Alfred's ass and pushed his ass apart to try and dig in deeper- as deep as he could possibly go. He wanted to satisfy Alfred, but at the same time he wanted to put Alfred into his place. "You'd love any cock given to you..hnng...wouldn't you?"

Though his mind was fogged and hazy from the drugs, Alfred wasn't so mindless as to answer such a question honestly. Yes, at this point the boy could probably see himself enjoying sex with other, less-disgusting men...but like hell he was going to admit that even to himself. "N-no sir! No one else is as big as you...ah! They c-couldn't get as d-deep..." Rocking his hips back against Ivan's strong midsection, the boy moaned as his eyes fluttered shut.

There was something in his gut that told him Alfred was lying straight to his face, but the answer also made his loins tingle and his stomach churn with the most delicious feeling he'd felt since...well, since Alfred's ass. "Of course... I knew better than to doubt you," he snickered, leaning back and pulling Alfred with him, flipping them both around so that he was sitting on the bed and Alfred in his lap reverse cowgirl style.

Invigorated by the new position, a new energy washed through Alfred's being as he began to bounce on Ivan's lap, rolling his hips and panting heavily all the while. His body was sleek with sweat at this point, the sheen reflecting nicely off his tanned, contorting planes. Tilting his head back, Alfred captured Ivan in a feisty, sloppy kiss as the pent up desire was constantly released.

Ivan twisted Alfred's head, turning him so far he intended for his neck to ache, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and pushing in from below. It was incredibly hot and easy to fuck Alfred from his angle, considering Alfred had to do most of the work- and any work Ivan did multiplied the force that connected them tenfold.

Alfred whimpered when he was kissed so roughly, but couldn't complain. He thoroughly enjoyed and encouraged Ivan's roughness...it was just so arousing the the younger male. Nibbling on Ivan's lower lip, Alfred thrust his pelvis down to meet Ivan's sturdy body, impaling himself on his master's cock greedily.

Circling his arms around Alfred, the Russian grasped Alfred's cock and pinched the tip, palm sliding over the sweaty flesh and thumb smearing the pre at the very tip. He bit at Alfred's neck, marking up up with red rings and bite marks. So everyone knew he was Ivan's whore.

Orgasm tingled in his loins when his sensitive, tender flesh was played with, the bouncing boy gasping and groaning at the sudden contact. "Oh god, master, more! It feels so..so..." He was unable to finish his sentence, his mind so clouded by the drugs and sex.

"Hnnng... I know, I know," he murmured as he tossed his head back, filling Alfred full of his semen. "Mmm, feel that? Full of my seed, just like the little cum toilet you are. Admit it, you know you are."

"Yes I am!" Alfred cried out, not particularly caring about such insults anymore. They were typical from Ivan at this point, and incredibly erotic in terms of dirty talk, Alfred had found out. Crying out in bliss, the boy experiencing his own orgasm, spurting his essence all over himself. His eyes flitting from the pleasure, Alfred collapsed back on Ivan lazily. His high was still in effect...it seemed to last longer when the boy snorted it directly. In a low, chuckling voice filled with (semi-)mock disappointment, the smaller boy mumbled, "I thought you were going to cum on my face, sir."

"Give me a minute..." Ivan muttered as he buried his face comfortably into Alfred's neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and absolute bliss. He could manage a second orgasm after a moment of rest. And he wanted to spend his moment of rest nestled inside of Alfred and bodies close together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. "I'll let you taste your ass in just a moment."

Alfred nodded and said nothing, letting his head fall back so that their temples were resting together. A line of sweat plastered his golden hair to his brow, though much of his crown remained dry and fluffy. He waited patiently for the man to recuperate, trying to calm his breathing.

The Russian leaned back, hips idly rolling into Alfred again. It didn't do much, it just rolled Alfred around in his lap and sloshed the semen around. Well, slosh was a bad word... Glide and slither was better. He snickered, nuzzling against Alfred's neck at the thought. "Mmm... Alright, get down and start sucking my cock."

Hopping off of Ivan's cock, the boy slid down to the ground and positioned himself in between the Russian's legs. Not thinking twice about it, Alfred gazed up at the man with bright blue eyes as he lapped at his semen-coated cock, not minding the taste in his high. He licked it clean before he took the cock into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head as a pleasurable pace. It felt good, pleasing his master like this.

As his shaft quickly perked up once more, the flushed member thickened, blood rushing down and twitching in Alfred's mouth. "That's good... You like the taste of your ass?" Ivan teased as he pushed Alfred down with both hands, forcing him to suck down even more. Alfred was perfect with a cock between his lips. He looked very much ''in his element'.

Alfred let out of a muffled groan in response as he was forced to take in more, the head of Ivan's cock scraping the back of his throat. Though his gag reflex had noticeably decreased since he first arrived in the prison, the boy couldn't help but choke on the enormity of his master's member. However, he managed to quickly recover as he sucked the cock harsher, lathering it with his tongue.

Ivan knew he had a monster cock- run ins with several other men told him that he was well above the natural average. Probably twice that even. He was incredibly impressed with just how much Alfred could take already. Almost half. Considering the gag reflex, and how half was about five and half inches, and how small the human mouth and throat actually was, that was a lot.

Alfred slid his hands up to the Russian's midsection, grasping at his hips as he continued to bob his head at a leisurely pace, slurring the erection in his mouth. The taste had been diluted to normal, though it was hardly noticeable to the drug-induced boy. He pulled off for a moment in order to breathe before lapping at the tip some as he delved his tongue into the slit, playfully teasing the older man. However, his teasing didn't last long, for Alfred soon returned to deepthroating the Russian, taking half of the cock into his mouth with ease.

"Hahh...A-Alfred, it's soon...now," Ivan grunted, pushing Alfred off his cock and shooting his load eagerly onto his waiting face. He whined, leaning back in a slump. That had happened faster than he had assumed- Alfred was amazingly good at blow jobs by this point. "You haven't been practicing on others, have you?" he teased.

Alfred shut his eyes as his face was splattered with cum, blissfully basking in it. He wiped some of it off with his fingers before sticking them into his mouth, sucking on the digits sensually as he gazed at the Russian with a rather alluring look in his eye. Removing the fingers with a slick pop, Alfred quickly shook his head in response to the question. "No sir. You're the only person I've fucked." Like he'd been allowed to leave Ivan's sight long enough for him to actually fuck anyone.

"I know," he purred as he pulled Alfred up into his lap. "That was amazing." Ivan was thoroughly satisfied with it. "Mmm, now let's relax and crash." Alfred would need the time to come down from his high.

Alfred nodded, situating himself so that he was comfortably seated in Ivan's lap, resting his head on the man's shoulder. His high hadn't completely dissipated yet due to the directness of the cocaine, but he did feel like the effect was definitely dying down. "Can we sleep together tonight, sir? In the same bed?" The boy really wanted to cuddle right then.

"Of course!" Ivan was delighted to hear this. Honestly he'd been hoping for Alfred to ask this for a while... He felt a little embarrassed by that thought, but he definitely liked the thought of pulling Alfred close under the thin covers for warmth and nuzzling him, whispering goodnight. Especially in the winter, when the prison only gave out one thin blanket for pitiful warmth.

Alfred smiled at the tone of Ivan's voice when he responded. It wasn't as chilly and harsh as normal; this time, it actually had some warmth to it. If only he was like this normally. It seemed to only be an after-sex thing, much to the boy's disappointment.

Softly pressing his pink lips to Ivan's, Alfred kissed the older man gently, desiring the warmth of the action. He wasn't quite sure what to say, but he hoped it would be a valid response.

Ivan didn't know what to say to the kiss, but shyly responded and kissed back, pulling their bodies closer. It was comfortable- not very passionate. Just...nice. Ivan was almost embarrassed. He knew that lots of men started homosexual relationships in prison (actual relationships) but he'd always thought the idea was just...utterly ridiculous. Was that what this was? Utterly ridiculous?

Alfred pulled away and smiled, brushing the man's hair from his face gently as he studied his features. It was a nice, relaxed moment and (for once) the boy didn't view Ivan as a particular threat at the time, so he decided to take advantage of it. Chuckling a little, he mumbled, "You know, Ivan, you don't look half bad for a guy." Soft, clean skin, poignant nose that held some character, pretty lavender eyes...too bad the guy was such a sadist. His typical scowl made him look unbecoming.

Ivan thumbed his nose and crossed his eyes, huffing. "What are you talking about? I'm terribly handsome. It's almost a crime how good looking I am." That was bravado if anyone could see its- Ivan was actually rather self conscious about his looks. He had a thick nose and chubby cheeks. he looked like a childish serial killer. ...Not that he had come up with that likeness himself.

Alfred giggled, adding, "Another crime to add to the many I'm sure you've committed over the years. The crime of good looks. Probably not the worst crime to commit, I'm sure." God, the boy was nearly flirting with the Russian at this point. He didn't mind, it was light-hearted and fun. Nothing serious anyway. Biting his lip as he settled down on Ivan's lap, Alfred looked up to the man and asked, "Say Ivan...how did you get caught anyway? Ya know, how'd you wind up in prison?"

"They had a mole... And a sting operation. They waited until I was confident enough to say I would personally attend a trade, which they turned into a bust." Ivan hated to admit he'd become reckless. "I'll be up for parole in ten years, as long as I'm well behaved."

So Alfred was stuck with the guy for at least ten years. The boy felt that he should probably be more upset about the news than he was, but...damn, Ivan was a good fuck. And he gave him drugs. With a few exceptions, his stay in the prison hadn't been completely terrible. Keeping up the playful attitude, the boy piped in, "Hey, ten years isn't too bad. Years hardly matter when you're as old as you are."

"I'll be forty three years old..." Ivan stared up at the bottom of the top bunk, a question of his own mortality coming to mind. He shoved it aside. "And no doubt they will deny me that parole...and I will be in here another five years..." Forty eight years old. "And they'll deny me that..." Fifty three.

Alfred could detect the saddened taint that had emerged in Ivan's tone with that information. Deciding to drop the lively tone he had been conducting, the boy nuzzled his head in Ivan's neck area, breathing warm breath against the Russian's collar. "I'll be thirty-nine when I get out of here. I'm not even twenty yet, but I have to stay in here for the next twenty years of my life. My entire youth has just gone out the window over the stupid technicality that I carried a loaded gun when me and a group of guys robbed a federal bank."

"You're young and stupid." Ivan was hardly elegant about his opinion on the matter. "I am an organized crime minister... I was thirty-two when I was caught. I shouldn't have been caught." He wasn't sure he could handle this. Was there any possible way to get out of prison? Maybe run to Mexico and buy a beachfront house five miles from the nearest town?

"Because being young and stupid totally negates the fact that I'm going to be stuck in here for more time than I've already lived." Alfred mumbled, rolling his eyes. Try to make the guy feel better about his situation and sympathize, and he's met with nonchalance and cynicism. Typical for Ivan.

Ivan ignored Alfred's sardonic comment and closed his eyes. His sudden realization was...disturbing. He needed to get out of there.