Chapter 1: Introduction
The heavy iron doors groaned open with a screech that echoed through the narrow corridor, sending a shiver down my spine. It was an eerie sound, one that never failed to send a chill through me, even after all these years. The acrid smell of disinfectant and the hum of muted conversations from the cells were the first welcoming sensations that greeted me. This was my world, my domain. I was Wriotheslay, the head of Fort Meropid, the maximum-security prison in Fontaine.
I strode down the corridor, my boots clanging against the cold concrete floor, the sound bouncing off the grey walls.
Wriotheslay heart that there is a new prisoner, who make big trouble.
A new convict, Tartaglia, was making quite the ruckus, disrupting the otherwise oppressive silence of the prison. I could hear his voice, loud and clear, bouncing off the cold stone walls as I approached the cell block.
"Come on, you pig-faced guard, open this door!" Tartaglia shouted. "I know my rights, you can't keep me locked up like this!"
I smirked, raising an eyebrow as I neared the cell. This one was going to be a handful, wasn't he?
The thought brought a hint of a smile to my lips as I arrived at the cell. The young man inside was tall and lanky, with a shock of dark hair that fell messily over his forehead. He had his back to me, but I could see the tattoos peeking out from under his prison-issued shirt. He was all angles and arrogance, a walking, talking challenge to my authority.
"You're new here, aren't you?" I asked, leaning against the bars. The clang of the metal against my shoulder echoed through the cell block.
Tartaglia spun around, his eyes flashing with defiance.
"Yeah, so what? That give you the right to lock me up like an animal?"
I shrugged, unfazed by his outburst. "Just doing my job, kid."
He sneered at me. "Kid? I'm 21. And I ain't no kid."
I chuckled, "You're right. You're not a kid. You're a prisoner. And in here, that makes you less than nothing."
His face darkened, and he stepped forward, slamming his hands against the bars. "You think you can talk to me like that?
I'll show you who's less than nothing!" Tartaglia snarled, spittle flying from his mouth.
I pushed off the bars, stepping closer to the cell. "Is that so?" I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Let's see you try."
His eyes narrowed, but he didn't back down. "You're gonna regret that, big guy," he spat.
I smiled, a slow, predatory smile that had sent shivers down the spines of many a prisoner before him. "We'll see about that," I said, unlocking the cell door. Went to the cell, I grabbed Tartaglia's hair, and pinned him against the wall.
“Now listen to me, kid,” I growled, my voice low and menacing. “In here, I’m the law. You disrespect me, you disrespect the rules. And in this place, rules are the only thing separating you from the dark side of hell.”
Tartaglia struggled, but it was no use. I had him pinned like a butterfly to a board. “You can’t treat me like this!” he shouted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I have rights!”
I laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the cell. “Rights? In here? Only you are allowed is to serve my dick by your sweet mouth ~ I whispered in his ear. He froze, his body tensing under my grip as the reality of his situation began to sink in.
"You can't do that!" he gasped, his voice shaking with fear and anger. "I'll report you!"
I chuckled, running my hand down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "And who do you think will believe you? The warden?" I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low growl. "Or maybe the other guards? They'll just laugh in your face."
Tartaglia's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
"And I really have the right of using the prisoners, helping me. And right now, I need "little" help right now~" I put Tartaglia's hand on my groin.
He flinched, his eyes widening even further. But he didn't pull away. He just stared at me, shock and confusion warring in his expression.
I chuckled again, a dark sound that rumbled in my chest. "You're a smart kid, Tartaglia. You understand the lay of the land here. You understand the pecking order."
He nodded slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"Good," I said, replacing his hand with mine, squeezing gently. "Now, let's establish our own little... arrangement." I push Tartaglia on his knees, in front of my groin area. "Use your teeth to unzip my pants!" I demand.
My voice was low and firm, brooking no argument. I watched as Tartaglia's hands trembled slightly, but he did as he was told. He unzipped my pants, his eyes fixed on the task at hand.
I could feel his breath on my skin as he pulled down my boxers, revealing my arousal. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. "You're... big," he stammered.
I smirked, "All the better to teach you a lesson with, pet."
Tartaglia swallowed hard, but he didn't back down.
"If you were less cocky, I would send other guardian. They like teach loud prisoners with their cocks" I said.
"But I wanna do myself." I smirked at him as he hesitantly reached out, his fingers brushing against my length.
Tartaglia's touch was tentative at first, like he was touching a live wire. I could see the questions in his eyes, the uncertainty. But I also saw the spark of defiance, the challenge he still threw my way. It was a dangerous game he was playing, one that could either get him broken or take him on a journey he'd never forget.
"You're trembling, kid," I noted, my voice a low rumble. "Are you scared?"
He looked up at me, his eyes flashing.
"I'm not scared," he lied, his voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckled, a deep, knowing sound. "Good. Because fear is the last thing I want from you, Tartaglia." My fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him closer to my length. "Now, show me what you've got. Prove to me that you're not just a loud mouth, but a man of action too."
His breath hitched, and I could feel the warmth of it against my skin. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, his tongue tentatively swiping at the tip of me.
I groaned, a low, primal sound that echoed in the cold cell. "That's it," I encouraged, my grip on his hair tightening slightly. "Take your time. Get to know me."
Tartaglia seemed to take my words to heart, his touch becoming more confident with each passing moment. His tongue explored every inch of me, from the sensitive tip to the thick base, his lips and teeth adding to the sensation. He was learning, adapting, and I found myself growing harder, my breath coming in ragged pants.
"You're a fast learner, kid," I praised, my voice rough with desire.
"Keep going. Show me what else you can do."
Tartaglia looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. He took me deeper into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked and licked. The sensation was incredible, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my control slipping, my grip on his hair tightening as I guided his movements.
"Good boy," I murmured, my voice a low growl. "Just like that. Keep going."
He moaned in response, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.
I want make Tartaglia know, who is rullin in sex right now.
And slowly, I guided him, showing him the rhythm I wanted. His mouth worked me over, his tongue swirling around the head, his lips tight as they slid up and down my length. I could feel the heat building in my core, my body tensing as I neared the edge.
But I wasn't ready to let go just yet. I wanted to make this last, to make him work for it.
"Stop," I commanded, my voice harsh. Tartaglia looked up at me, his lips swollen and shiny, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the tip of me. He looked pleased with himself, and I had to suppress a grin. I grabbed his hair harder and started thrust in Tartaglia's mouth wilder and rougher.
"This is how you're going to serve me, kid. No more games, no more arrogance. Just you and me, and this," I said, emphasizing each word with a harsh thrust.
Tartaglia gagged slightly, his eyes watering as he tried to keep up with my pace. Instead, he looked up at me with a defiant glint in his eyes, a challenge that only served to make me harder.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice harsh with desire.
"You're going to take it all, Tartaglia. Every. Single. Inch."
He tried to protest, but I silenced him with another thrust. His hands clawed at my thighs, his nails digging into my skin as he struggled to keep up. But I didn't let up. I kept up my brutal pace, fucking his mouth like he was a filthy little toy, put here for my pleasure.
And he was. He was here to learn, to serve, to understand who was in charge. And right now, that was me.
His breath came in ragged gasps between thrusts, his tears staining my thighs. I was near to explode right on Tartaglia's pretty face.
I pulled out, my length glistening with his saliva, and his tears. I wanted him to see what he'd done to me. What he could do to me.
"You're going to clean that up," I ordered, my voice gruff with desire. I pushed him back against the cold stone wall, his body shaking from exertion and fear.
He looked up at me, his chest heaving, his lips swollen. He nodded, slowly, almost imperceptibly. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he touched me, his thumb swiping at the precum leaking from the tip.
I hissed at the contact, my body tensing as I fought to maintain control.
"Good boy," I murmured again, my voice rough with desire. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, tilting his head back so I could see his face. "Open your mouth."
He did as he was told, his lips parting to reveal his tongue. I stroked myself slowly, teasingly, watching as his eyes followed my movements.
"Taste yourself on me," I commanded. He extended his tongue, licking at the tip of me. I groaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out and released just on Tartaglia's face. I covered his cheeks and lips with my hot white seed.
He flinched initially, but I held him in place, making sure every last drop landed on him.
"Good boy," I praised, my voice hoarse with satisfaction. "You took it like a champ."
He looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. I could see him processing what had just happened, his mind racing with a thousand questions. But he didn't ask any of them. Instead, he just stared at me, his breath coming in ragged pants.
I put my dick back in my pants, and opened the door. "Guardian, Tartaglia will go with me to my office". Guardian, staying in doors, grinned as he saw Tartaglia's face, covered with my seed.
"Looks like you've been busy, Wriotheslay," he commented, stepping aside to let us pass.
I smirked, leading Tartaglia out of the cell block. "Just teaching the new kid the ropes," I said, my voice casual.
Tartaglia stumbled along beside me, his face still glistening with my release. He was in shock, his mind and body still processing what had just happened. I could see the questions lingering in his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut. Smart kid.
We walked in silence through the labyrinthine halls of the prison, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.
The air was heavy with the smell of disinfectant and the hum of distant conversations. Tartaglia kept his head down, his shoulders slumped, as if trying to make himself smaller, less noticeable. I could see the shock and humiliation still etched on his face, but there was something else there too - a spark of curiosity, a hint of defiance.
We arrived at my office, a small, windowless room filled with the scent of aged leather and the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. I gestured for Tartaglia to sit, and he did so, perching nervously on the edge of the chair. "So now we can start the real lesson of obedience ~" I said.
I sat down across from him, my eyes never leaving his.
Tartaglia swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "And what lesson is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "The lesson of respect. Of knowing your place. Of understanding who's in charge." I paused, letting the words sink in. "You see, Tartaglia, in here, I am the law. I am the one who decides what happens, who goes where, who does what. And you, you're just a number. A body.