Prison Island Illustrated - Poster (Mouse and Francesco)

 

 A first poster featuring Karl and Francesco from Prison Island.

 Prison Island Illustrated - Prologue - Text And Pics (Teaser)

AN: This is the version of the Prison Island Illustrated - Prologue that consists of mainly text accompanied by pictures. It is available for all subscribers, minus the 'tipping jar', and it contains what I thought to be the most eloquent illustrations to sustain the text. This illustrated version will not be an exact retelling of the story, as it would have been too boring, in my opinion. 

This prologue is available in pdf format and it is about Francesco's first encounter with the two guards in the beginning. So, he'll get plenty of dick this time around.

I'm currently working on Episode One, which is more Karl-centric. So, unlike the initial story, in this one, the perspective will change between characters. The Superfan tier has already seen some pics from this new work. It is going to be mainly about Karl's time at the compound before leaving for the island. He's going to meet Mouse, get a glimpse of the others, and he's going to lay his eyes on Francesco for the first time.

Here is a teaser. A version of this story with illustrations will be available for free on various websites, but it won't probably have as many illustrations included.

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Francesco woke up to the sound of water running. It was so hard to make sense of anything. At first, he thought he couldn’t move his body. Just forcing his eyes open was a drag.

One of the first thing that registered with him was that he was completely naked. Looking around, he understood that he was inside a large shower area, big enough to serve dozens of people. How the hell had he ended up there? As much as he tried to make sense of the haze inside his mind, he came up with nothing. Except that… yeah, he had punched that asshole--

The sound of approaching footsteps startled him. He wasn’t alone.

Looking up from his kneeling position, his eyes met a man in his forties dressed in a police uniform. He was holding a black baton in his hand, swinging it dangerously, as if the man was just waiting for an occasion to take it on someone’s back. 

Francesco tried to pull away as the man touched his chin with the menacing rubber stick. “Before anything crosses that pretty head of yours, I’m asking the questions here. Nod if you’re not stupid.”

His heart wanted to leap into a race, but everything felt laggy. Francesco nodded while throwing a fearful look at the guard. 

“Good, good,” the guard praised him. “Now, let’s see, how good you are at sucking my stick.” He laughed at his own joke. 

Francesco hesitated. Was that man for real? He tried to pull away again, but the guard just pushed his baton into his cheek. For now, it was better to go along, while his mind got back its bearings. He touched the stick, feeling its hard texture. 

“Come on, come on,” the guard egged him on while holding the stick, “lick it good, use your tongue. You have to get good at sucking. You’ll need the skill where you’re going.”

“Get busy with that tongue, boy,” the guard barked at him. “You won’t like it if you don’t lick it good.”

Francesco was well aware of the obscene slurping sounds he was making while trying to get the stick wet. The guard had to be a fucking sadist, trying to push the thing to the point of making him gag. What the fuck was that guy all about? Francesco squirmed, trying to bring his thighs together. As he sucked, something strange was happening to his body.

At last, the man decided that it was enough and pulled the thing out of Francesco’s mouth. Then, he towered over him with a strange expression in his eyes. 

His ass would know? The fuck was that supposed to mean. Francesco didn’t have to wait long to find out. The guard gestured for him to walk toward the wall. “Put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs. Open those ears, ‘cause I don’t like to repeat myself.”

His pulse was not yet normal, as he pressed his palms against the wet wall. The guard caressed his back with the stick, slowly, insisting on his ass. “Should I give your ass a little caning? Nah, I’m not in the mood. I’d rather do something else to you.”

Francesco wanted to know what, but he didn’t dare to speak. He trembled slightly as the man brushed his baton against his butt cheeks and then, suddenly, he pressed it against his ass. He inhaled sharply while the man pushed the thing inside. “If it’s wet enough, it’s going to work,” the guard said and laughed again. “Oh, boy, you’re taking it. Yes, like this. Fuck, you’re a good cunt, aren’t you?”

There was no way, no way could he take that, not so much. He grunted and pushed against the wall. Could he try to break free? Make a run for it? But where? There were doors left and right, but Francesco was sure he wouldn’t make it, not with how weak his knees were.

The thing moving inside his ass didn’t make things any better. Francesco squeezed his eyes shut and grunted. The guard was having a field day, torturing his ass like that. “Please, please,” he breathed out, “take it out. It hurts.”

“Come on, you’re a tough punk,” the guard teased him. He pushed a little more, and Francesco keened in distress.

That finally seemed to make the fucking asshole reconsider. Francesco heaved as the guard removed the baton from his ass. Then, the man took him by the shoulders, so gently that it would have been easy to mistake it for something else. Maybe it was over.

“I did what you ask. Now let me go,” Francesco begged.

The guard caressed his cheek. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re crying now. I’m not done with you. No, not by far. I’m doing you a service, you know?”

Francesco didn’t know. He had no idea what the fucker was talking about. What other humiliations had the guard in mind for him? He would have to endure it all, for now.

The man probably just wanted to have a laugh. Francesco placed himself on all fours, ass in the air. 

“Ah, that’s nice,” the guard commented in a thick voice. “I see that you know how to present your ass for fucking. Got fucked before? Eh, punk?”

Francesco kept his mouth shut. What was the fucker going on about now? There was no way he would admit to that, to admit to how it felt to have a man’s throbbing cock up his ass, making me feel so good that it could drive him nuts.

What? Why? Francesco inhaled sharply as the man knelt between his open legs and slammed something hard and hot right on top of his crack. 

As if it would have been possible not to feel that thing. Francesco could feel sweat pooling on the small of his back. The guard was either just trying to tease him, or he was going to do it. There was nowhere for him to run, no possibility. This kind of thing just kept happening to him.

“Let’s see how well you open up after trying my stick for size,” the man said and laughed. “Oh, it’s going so nicely in… Do you like it?”

It was too late. As his ass stretched to accommodate the man’s large tool, he forgot himself and let out a moan.

The guard just pushed in a little more.

If he hadn’t been so dizzy, he would have put up a fight. As he was now, it was completely useless. And his voice was betraying him, going higher with each inch the guard put inside him. It took him some time to put all that monster cock in, but eventually, he was there.

His moans and the guard’s satisfied grunts as he fucked him bounced off the walls and came back at him multiplied. It was just a matter of time until his body betrayed him completely. The guard pulled back suddenly. 

“Too bad I can’t keep you here long,” the guard commented. “It’s time to get it, punk.”

~end of teaser

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 Prison Island Illustrated - Prologue - Scene 1

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Prison Island Illustrated - Prologue - Video Teaser

 

This teaser/trailer is part of a new type of content I'm creating for Prison Island. It won't follow the story to the letter, as it seemed boring to me, and also I have limitations in what I can obtain. This prologue is made from still images, displayed as a video slideshow, and the teaser only show a few images from the around 140 I created for this project alone.

The complete video is a bit over 12 minutes long and it's about how Francesco gets dicked by two guards, as it happened at the start of the written story, but, as I said, with some modifications and variations.

Subscribers to the silver and superfan tier get access to the complete video, to the best quality I managed.

 A New Type Of Content - Prison Island Illustrated

Prison Island will receive a particular type of re-telling that will include illustrations accompanied by text for maximum titillation. These illustrated stories will have a free version and will be published online, but subscribers will get the most perks, as usual.

For now, here's a shiny cover of the prologue. More to come. In case you want to know more, check out my SubscribeStar. Subscribers in the higher tiers already have access to the video version of this episode made of illustrations and accompanying text. 

 Earning His 'Fuck You' Money - 1 - Teaser (Part Sixth of The Used Boy)

Summary:

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James takes Andy on a business trip and promises him an awesome reward if he can last 6 days without saying 'no'. Once he sees that he could get a car and a lot of money if he does everything James says, Andy's on board.

Of course, there's no such thing as free lunch, and Andy quickly understands that he's going to work hard for that reward. James explains that since he'd been gangbanged already, he's no longer interested in just keeping Andy for himself. So, the deal is that Andy is going to be lent around, to James' business partners, and those guys will pull out all the stops to make sure he's properly used.

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This short story contains various sexual activities, such as unprotected anal sex, oral sex, piss fetish, cum fetish, public humiliation, and other things.

Earning His 'Fuck You' Money will have multiple parts, throughout which Andy is going to get properly used and well beyond his imagination. However, if he goes through it without complaining too much, he's going to earn his 'fuck you' money, and won't have to whore himself out ever again. 

~Teaser~

James had allowed him to sit by Viktor’s side, and the man fed him bite-size morsels from his own plate. Apparently, the personnel at the resort continued to consider him invisible, and he hadn’t been asked if he wanted something or have a plate placed in front of him. But Viktor was generous. Andy accepted everything since he was so hungry, but he stole glances at James and tried to imitate the man’s elegant manner of eating, slowly and measured.

Viktor used any occasion that presented itself to touch him. It was weird to get hard while having a meal, but Andy was starting to feel better and better. He didn’t even understand what was that they were eating since he had never seen fancy foods like that. But it didn’t matter because they were tasty.

In the meantime, James and Viktor talked about boring stuff that Andy tuned out without a second thought. He really hoped that James didn’t think he had a head for business, because he couldn’t be bothered with nothing like that.

“Now, I suppose it’s time to give Andy the treat, right?” James said. “Your choice, Viktor.”

Viktor smiled and waved one of the waiters. Andy listened while pretending to be bored. He didn’t hear everything, but he could swear there was something like ‘dog bowl’ in there.

The mystery cleared, when the waiter came back with a stainless steel bowl that looked like the kind of thing people used to feed their pets. Wasn’t it a bit too late to make him eat his meal from there? He was already full.

The waiter knelt in front of Viktor as the man turned in his chair. Andy watched in shock as the waiter took Viktor’s cock out of his pants and held it delicately above the bowl. Viktor let out a stream of piss with a satisfied groan. Andy grimaced and looked around. There were hardly any other guests still around, since they had arrived a bit late for lunch. No one seemed to notice what was going on.

The waiter placed the full bowl on the ground, then patted Viktor’s cock dry with a white handkerchief and put it back into the pants. Then, he left without giving Andy a look. He was a handsome dude, but everyone at that resort, both men and women, looked like they belonged to fashion magazines and shit like that.

Viktor patted his head. “Go on, drink your fill, boy.”

“Like how?” Andy looked at the full bowl a bit warily.

“You go on all fours, then lean your head and start lapping at it.” Viktor appeared to enjoy being patient with him. “Lick that bowl clean, Andy, and I’ll know that James is not just smitten with you and exaggerating your qualities.”

“That’s sick,” Andy said. “It’s like a lot of piss in there.”

“And you should develop a good palate for it,” Viktor said.

“You must know that Andy reacts well to pecuniary incentives,” James said. “Of course, I warned him that I will trade him for favors during this trip, but he’s just a young punk.”

Andy understood a cue when it was thrown in his direction like that. “Give me a grand and I’ll drink it all, doggy style or whatever.”

Viktor started laughing. “A grand? That’s expensive. I could call the waiter from earlier and have him do the same for no extra cost.”

“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you? It’s me you want to see lapping at your piss like a dog,” Andy pointed out.

Viktor roared and grabbed Andy’s hair to pull him into a hard kiss. “I’ll give you your grand, but let’s make it more interesting. Jerk off above the bowl. Come on, on your knees.”

Andy obeyed. It wasn’t hard to rub one off. With those frat dudes only caring about to get off, he had come very little and needed to unload.

“Make sure,” Viktor said while caressing the back of his neck, “that you don’t make a splash. Are you good at controlling the way you jizz, Andy?”

Fuck, of course shit like that came with strings. He felt his balls tight and was pretty sure that he might just send Viktor’s piss flying out of that bowl when his jizz would hit. So, he slowed down, trying to figure out a way to do it.

“Do you need my help?” Viktor asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” he said.

Viktor moved his hand along Andy’s spine, until it reached his ass. Once there, he began playing with a finger around the hole. How the fuck was that going to help? Andy just couldn’t see how. That only made it worse. Viktor began whispering in his ear. “When it’s near, hold the base. Squeeze hard.”

Andy huffed and grunted. He was already fucking there, edging like fuck. He did as told and Viktor pressed his finger in. Andy watched his cock, expecting a shot, but the cum came through slowly, pouring down his cock and over his fingers. It splashed little as Andy moved to make it drop into the bowl.

Now, it seemed like he had the attention of everyone around. Heads were turned, and interested looks were thrown his way.

“Good boy,” Viktor whispered in his ear and pushed his head down. “Now have your treat and take your time. Ass up in the air. I like a good sight while talking some business.”

Andy leaned over the bowl and began lapping at it. Wait, was he going to have his grand?

~end of teaser~

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