by Ace Fawn
He continued to struggle hard against the rope. It cut into his wrists, staining the rope with his blood and leaving a painful burning sensation in his skin. The longer Diego stayed in this room, within the darkness devoid of time and unable to see, he felt the anxiousness creeping up on him like a monster in the night. He wanted to scream, but his throat was so dry that not even a squeak came out.
This was a punishment and Diego knew it. Wolf was punishing him for trying to attack, for his failed attempt at causing harm. As the time went on, Diego fell in and out of consciousness. His sleep was short and uncomfortable. He kept being woken up by the hot stinging in his wounded flesh and the nerves that never seemed to settle.
Alone with his thoughts, Diego felt like he was dying. Memories resurfaced from when he was a younger boy. To when he was locked in a dark room by his father for doing something his father had despised. He was alone like he was now, trembling and cold. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even feel the stinging in his eyes and the hot tears that rolled down his cheeks.
When the door opened, letting in a stream of yellow light from the corridor and over his face, Diego jolted suddenly. He did not expect anyone to accompany him, but felt a wave of relief come over him when he could finally make out who it was.
Wolf.
Diego didn’t know if he should have been relieved by the sight of Wolf or anxious. He didn’t know if Wolf was here to let him go or to punish him more. All Diego wanted was to be untied and let out of the dark room. He was in this situation because of his own actions. It was a mistake to try and attack Wolf and Diego was well aware of this fact.
There was this sudden hope inside of him that Wolf would forgive him for his behaviour. He knew he was in the process of being punished, but he still tried his luck.
“W-wolf,” Diego let out a shuddery breath before he tried to sit up.
He couldn’t. Diego was tied down tightly. His throat was dry, and his eyes were stinging and threatening to spill more tears. Diego didn’t want to cry in front of Wolf, but he was so tired and regretful that his emotions were far stronger than his logical sense of mind in that moment. He hated not having any control over his emotions. It might as well be his downfall.
For a moment, Wolf simply stood where he was. He watched Diego before approaching and sitting on the edge of the bed. He clasped his hands in his lap, keeping those mesmerising blue eyes on Diego’s own, his face illuminated by the light outside the bedroom.
“Do you know why you’re here, Diego?” Wolf asked calmly. He sounded like there was nothing wrong at all and yet, Diego was a mess of tears and stained blood as he let out another soft breath of defeat.
It’s like Wolf had known his weakness. Wolf knew a lot about Diego that the younger man was not aware of and it was all being used against him. He regretted trying to harm Wolf, he regretted trying to fight back when he knew he couldn’t win no matter how hard he fought.
“I tried to hurt you.” Diego answered, still trying to calm his breathing. Now that Diego thought about it a little more seriously, he knew how much of a big mistake that had been.
There was no response from Wolf. He sat there, pressing a firm hand against Diego’s chest. He was burning up. Diego had a fever.
“Are you going to try that again?” Wolf asked next. His calm voice was enough to sooth Diego. It was enough to make Diego’s breathing even out, but his mind was still fuzzy and he was still in a great deal of pain.
“No…” Diego whimpered, struggling to be free once more. “Please, Wolf. P-please let me out. It hurts.”
It felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the walls of the darkened room where closing in on him. Diego had to get out of here; he had to be free of the restraints. He was regretting his move and in the midst of his hazy mind, he realised that he had not felt regret for anything else but this.
“Are you sorry for what you did?” Wolf asked, moving his hand away from Diego’s chest and earning another soft whimper.
Vulnerability was something that Diego never dared to show anyone. It was meant for only him when he was in privacy. Now he seemed to have lost control over his emotions. Wolf had this way of pulling it out of Diego. He unravelled bits and pieces of his mind and without realising it, Diego fell right into the palm of Wolf’s hands. He was vulnerable and emotionally burnt out and Wolf was there to watch it all unfold.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Wolf, please.” Desperation was evident in Diego’s straining voice.
This punishment had effectively gotten to him, tormented him. There was a sudden silence between them. Amongst the quiet, Diego’s panting could be heard clearly. Wolf was sure that Diego wouldn’t want to be in this position again.
He wanted to wrap his arms around Wolf, to say he was sorry over and over again. He didn’t want to be alone. He even convinced himself that he would do anything not to be alone in the dark like this.
“Good,” Wolf said before he stood. “Then I will leave you here for a few more hours so you can feel the weight of your words.”
And with that, Wolf was gone again. The light was gone. The dark was consuming him again. Diego slumped back, sobs wracking over his body. He cried until he couldn’t no more, until he fell into an unconscious state again.
6
When Diego woke again, he was nestled safely under the covers in Wolf’s bed. Egyptian cotton wrapped around him like a cocoon, making his eyes droop heavy even though he had just woken up. It was so comfortable that it called sleep to him again, but Diego knew he had to wake by now.
He slowly sat up, naked aside from the briefs that were pulled on him. His wrists were no longer tied in rope. Instead they were wrapped in clean white bandages. His head hurt with an impending headache, but it was better than how it was in the dreaded darkness.
The room was flooded with light shining in through the large windows. Diego stayed seated within the bed, gazing out to the beautiful landscape. As he sat there, Diego started to remember what had happened only hours prior. It felt like a nightmare, a terrifying thought conjured up by his mind to scare himself, but Diego was well aware that punishment had indeed happened to him.
The door opened and Rex walked inside carrying a tray with breakfast and a tab of pills. The man was in a black suit as he usually was, the white cuffs stained with small droplets of blood. Diego noticed immediately, but didn’t say a word about it. He suspected that Rex was more than just a bodyguard; he looked to have blood on his hands from handling Wolf’s dirty work.
“Where’s Wolf?” Diego asked.
“Busy,” Rex answered as he placed the tray on the bedside table.
“Busy doing what?” Diego crawled towards the tray, spotting the painkillers. His head was pounding against his skull. The pain was enough to make Diego want to go back to sleep.
“Working,” Rex answered before he pulled back and watched Diego pick the painkillers. Diego popped two out of the safety foil and drowned them down with the glass of water. He figured that Rex didn’t speak much, or was just a simple man. That seemed highly unlikely the more Diego thought about Rex.
Diego eyed him, looking over the visible black and grey tattoos on Rex’s neck and fingers. He stared at the blood stained white cuff, catching Rex’s attention.
“What do you do?” Diego asked as he looked over Rex’s face. The man was handsome. Tanned, built with pure muscle. A scar ran through Rex’s eye brow. His amber coloured eyes were stuck on Diego as he took in the question. Rex looked dangerous. Diego was sure that this was why Wolf chose him.
Rex didn’t answer. He smirked instead. He liked Diego’s direct questioning. In a sense, it reminded him of Wolf. Rex could see the appeal in why Wolf wanted to keep Diego. It was exhilarating to have such a young, gorgeous and attitude driven man within them. Rex knew that Wolf intended to keep Diego for a long time.
“I do what Wolf asks me to,” Rex answered. “And now he wants you to eat.”
Rex left the bedroom, closing the door behind
him. Diego sat in bed, staring at the door for a while before he picked up the tray and ate the delicious breakfast delivered to him.
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The throbbing in Diego’s head soon subsided. His stomach was full and he let himself relax under the warm stream of water as he stood naked in the shower. His bandages were drenched, but Diego ignored that, glad to have the warm water soothing his sore muscles.
He left the tray, empty plate and glass on the bedside table. The tab of painkillers were propped in the drawer so Diego could have access to them when needed.
As Diego stood in the shower, his eyes closed and his mind calm, he started to think. He was reconsidering Wolf’s proposition. Belonging to a powerful mafia boss didn’t sound so bad now that he started to weigh up the pros and cons of the situation. If Diego crossed Wolf, he knew how badly he would be punished. But Diego knew that being on Wolf’s side meant punishing his own enemies and that was the advantage.
There was this feeling that remained. Realisation. Diego hadn’t come to the understanding until now. That these muted feelings he had for Wolf were strong and difficult to control. He was getting his emotions attached and it was getting harder and harder for Diego to keep pushing them back anymore. He let himself accept that he wanted to feel that intimacy with Wolf.
Stepping out of the shower, Diego wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the fogged up mirror, droplets of water dripping from the ends of his dark hair. He unwrapped the soaked bandages from his wrists, dropping them into the bin close by. Diego’s bare wrists were no longer bleeding, but the red and raised marks were a reminder of his punishment.
Walking out from the connected bathroom and back into the bedroom, Diego stopped in his tracks when he spotted Wolf, who was standing there with both hands in the slacks of his pockets. He stopped in his tracks, holding the towel up to cover his naked body by one hand. He made eye contact with Wolf, but didn’t say a word.
“How are you feeling, Diego?” Wolf asked. “I see you’re back to normal.”
“Yeah…” Diego thumbed the towel around his waist, keeping those pretty eyes on Wolf who gazed back at him with the same intensity. Wolf let his eyes wonder over the young man before him. Diego continued to stand where he was, unmoving. It was like there were two predators in a room, but after what had happened, Diego had no intentions of trying to attack Wolf again.
“Wolf,” Diego said before taking a step forward. He let go of the towel, it pooling around his ankles.
A look of mild surprise crossed Wolf’s handsome features. He hadn’t expected Diego to give himself so willingly, especially not after a punishment. He gazed at Diego’s smooth body, looking over a toned chest and defined abs that led to Diego’s half hard cock. Wolf knew by simply looking at the younger man. He was ready.
“You know what this means, Diego. After you give me your body, I own you.” Wolf reminded.
“I know,” Diego answered. He didn’t dare look away. He wanted to see the way Wolf was going to approach this. He wanted to see everything.
Removing his dress shirt, Wolf let it drop to the floor. He then removed his slacks and went to the large bed. Diego stood, his naked backside on full clear display from the day light shining in through the windows and displaying every crevice and muscle on Diego’s gorgeous figure.
Removing his briefs next, Wolf sat back on the bed. Diego turned and walked to the bed. He straddled Wolf’s lap, thighs on either side of him. He grasped Wolf’s shoulders with both hands, pressing his bottom against Wolf’s crotch. Pressing his chest up against Wolf’s, Diego started to grind slowly, his breath becoming ragged and hard as he continued.
Planting his lips against Diego’s neck, Wolf sucked slowly. They did not behave as enemies in any way, but slowly they started to get rough. Their behaviour matched closely to what it could be like as lovers. Teeth grazed against Diego’s neck, and a growl erupted from the base of his throat. Pulling his lips back and gripping Diego’s chin hard, Wolf looked into his eyes with a serious expression.
“After this, you will belong to me. And if you try to betray me, I will not hesitate to punish you again, Diego.”
Diego pulled his face away. “I understand, Wolf. Instead of telling me that, why don’t you show me why I shouldn’t betray you.”
Wolf cocked his head to the side, a smirk pulled up his lips. He leaned over and pulled the bedside drawer open, taking out a small bottle of lube. The lid popped open and Wolf smeared a generous amount of cool liquid around Diego’s ass, pushing a finger inside.
Leaning forward and pressing himself tighter against Wolf, Diego let out a soft breath as he felt the second finger slip inside of him. He pressed down on Wolf’s slicked fingers, rocking against the digits to help stretch himself. Wolf was a big man, and Diego wanted to be ready for it. He hadn’t fucked in a while, and Diego was starting to realise now just how eager he was to have Wolf’s cock deep inside of him.
“Come on,” Diego panted, rocking harder against Wolf’s fingers. “Fuck me, Wolf.”
Wolf smirked before taking his fingers out of Diego. He wrapped a firm hand around his own cock, and pressed the head against the tight ring of muscle. Pushing in completely, Wolf let out a low hum of satisfaction. The tight walls gripped onto Wolf’s hard cock, sucking him in tighter the further he pushed in.
Nails digging into the back of Wolf’s neck, Diego let out a low groan. He pressed his nose against the crook of Wolf’s neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Now balls deep inside of Diego, Wolf started to thrust up into the smooth slickness of Diego’s ass. It wasn’t long before Wolf built up a hard rhythm, pounding mercilessly into Diego.
Panting and dropping down against Wolf’s thrusts, Diego let out a breath of curses. He gripped onto Wolf hard, letting himself give into the increasing pleasure. He leaned back, placing both hands on either side of him and exposing his entire body to Wolf as he continued to take Wolf’s cock.
“Fuck!” Diego yelled out when Wolf suddenly gripped his hips and moved over the top of him. Diego’s back pressed into the silken sheets before Wolf slammed his cock back into Diego’s open and willing hole. Now pinned down, Diego wrapped his legs around Wolf’s waist and rested his head back, rocking up and down as the fucking intensified.
“Uh…fuck,” Diego growled out as he gripped his own cock with one hand and started to pump himself closer to completion. “So fucking good.”
Diego’s cock twitched, pre-cum beading at the tip when he felt Wolf’s hand wrap tightly around his neck. Eyes fluttering shut, Diego let out another moan of pure pleasure.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Diego tightened his legs around Wolf, panting lightly as he did. Wolf had found a weak spot in Diego and he was going to have his way with the gang leader.
“You look so hot with my hand around your neck, fucking you.” Wolf smirked. He tightened his hold around Diego’s neck, earning a small satisfying choke. Diego’s hand tightened around his own cock, letting out a deep moan as he came over his hand and chest after receiving one hard thrust to his prostate.
It took Wolf a few more thrusts before he pulled completely out of Diego, gripped himself hard and came over Diego’s chest and abs. He moaned at the sight before him. They both were a mess, dirty in their own sweat and cum. Diego slumped back, breathing hard to catch his breath as Wolf did the same, leaning over to press his lips against Diego’s.
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“Why were you terrified when I left you alone in the dark?” Wolf asked.
He had an arm strewn over Diego as they laid in bed, breathing now at a regular pace and their carnal desires satisfied three times over. Wolf watched the man in his arms with a hint of curiosity. There was much to Diego that Wolf did not know about, but that was something he planned on changing now that Diego was his.
“I wasn’t scared,” Diego mumbled.
“You were,” Wolf corrected. “So tell me why you were so afraid in there.”
Diego looked at him carefully. “I t
hought you knew. That’s why you must have done it.”
“Known what?” Wolf asked. “I realised you didn’t like the dark after how you acted.”
“Never mind.” Diego sighed. “I was just sick. I had a fever.”
“And a fear of the dark. Or being alone. Which one is it?”
Diego was quiet for a long moment before answering. “Both.”
Wolf walked his fingers across the soft skin of Diego’s waist as he continued to watch him. The younger male was a true beauty, even when his hair was a mess and his lips were slightly swollen from kissing Wolf.
“I want to know your story.” Wolf said. “I want to know everything about you.”
Diego looked up at Wolf before pressing his cheek against his strong chest. Talking about his past wasn’t something he did often. If anything, Diego preferred to forget about it, but when he was with Wolf he felt a form of trust between them. He could share things with him even if the topics were dark and Diego was nervous about bringing them up. But he did anyway.
“My dad used to lock me in a room when I pissed him off.” He started. “It was dark. Lonely. I used to bash my hands against the door, screaming to be let out. My dad wouldn’t let me out until he was satisfied, and I was traumatised by his shit. Sometimes he’d tie me up to stop me from bashing on the door. There were a lot of times I thought he would just forget me in there.”
Silently, Wolf listened to every word that came out of Diego’s mouth. He was telling the truth and Wolf was captivated by this raw honesty. Who knew the tough gang leader had been through something as traumatising as that. There was doubt in Wolf’s mind, that no one else must have even known of this fact aside from himself.
“What happened to your father?” Wolf asked.
“I killed him.” Diego answered. He was simple in his answer, and straight to the point.
“You killed him for locking you up in a dark room?”
