Chapter 2: Building Tension
"I'm going to teach you a lesson of submission. You will learn it anyway. But if you refuse - I'll force you, I swear" Wriotheslay said.
Tartaglia stayed in Wtiotheslay's office, hesitating.
He sat on the edge of the seat, his legs shaking slightly. His cheeks were still flushed, and his eyes held a mix of fear and confusion. He looked around the room, taking in the heavy wooden desk, the imposing chairs, and the sealed windows. It was a room designed to intimidate, and it was doing its job.
"You're thinking about what just happened, aren't you?" Wriotheslay asked, his voice calm and measured as he sat down behind his desk. He steepled his fingers, his elbows resting on the desk, and studied Tartaglia.
Tartaglia nodded slightly, his eyes downcast.
"If only you were quieter last times, but you were not, so you need to be taught" Wriotheslay grinned.
Tartaglia looked up at him, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I shouldn't have to be taught," he said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. "You can't just... do things to people."
Wriotheslay chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "You're in my prison, kid. I can do whatever I want."
Tartaglia's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. "That's not right," he said, his voice low. "You can't just... use people like that."
Wriotheslay leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Tartaglia's.
"And who's going to stop me? You?" he challenged, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You're a lowlife in here, kid. You don't have any rights. You don't have any power."
Tartaglia's jaw clenched, his defiance clearly warring with the fear and confusion he felt. "I... I still have my dignity," he managed to stammer out.
Wriotheslay scoffed, sitting back in his chair. "Dignity? That's a luxury you can't afford, kid. You think the other inmates give a fuck about your dignity?
Wriotheslay unbuttoned his pants, and released his dick. "Here, there is MY dignity" Wriotheslay said, showing Tartaglia the 25 centimeters dick.
He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping in front of Tartaglia. "And MY dignity says, no one disobeys me without consequences." He grabbed Tartaglia by the hair again, this time pulling him down to his knees.
"You're not getting away with this," Tartaglia managed to gasp out, despite the pain in his scalp. "I'll report you. I'll make you pay for this."
Wriotheslay chuckled, a low, menacing sound. The warden? The guards?
Wriotheslay call the guardians, staying behind the door. "Do you want to see how I use this talkative mouth, my boys?" Wriotheslay asked the guardians.
The guardians grinned, their eyes gleaming with lurid interest. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard, stepped forward. "Let us in, Wriotheslay. We'd love to see how you tame this one."
Wriotheslay smirked, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let the guardians enter. They filed in, their eyes fixed on Tartaglia, who was still on his knees, his hair fisted in Wriotheslay's grasp.
"Gentlemen," Wriotheslay said, a cruel edge to his voice. "We can teach this loud prisoner how to obey the law, can't we?" Wriotheslay said, his gaze shifting between Tartaglia and the group of guards. They nodded in unison, their grins widening.
"Please, don't do this," Tartaglia pleaded, his voice cracking. "I'll behave, I promise."
Wriotheslay just chuckled, a dark and menacing sound that sent shivers down Tartaglia's spine. "Oh, we're going to make sure of that, kid."
He released Tartaglia's hair, but before the young man could move, a guard grabbed him, holding him in place.
Another guard stepped forward, unbuckling his belt.
Tartaglia's eyes widened in shock and horror as he realized what was about to happen. "No! Please, don't do this!" he begged, struggling against the guard's grip.
Wriotheslay stood there, a smirk on his face, watching the scene unfold. He enjoyed the power he held over these men, the control he had over their actions. He was the puppet master, pulling the strings, and they were his willing marionettes.
"Look at him, all scared and trembling," one of the guards taunted, his voice laced with amusement.
"You'd think he'd never had a real man before."
Tartaglia's face turned a shade of red, a mixture of humiliation and anger burning in his eyes. "I've had plenty of real men," he spat, trying to regain some of his composure.
Wriotheslay laughed, a deep, throaty sound that echoed through the small room. "Is that so? Then why are you shaking like a leaf?" He walked over to Tartaglia, his hand resting on the young man's shoulder.
"Don't worry, kid," Wriotheslay said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "This is just the first step in your rehabilitation. A little taste of the medicine, to make the rest go down easier."
Tartaglia glared up at him, his eyes filled with hatred and defiance. "You're a sick fuck, you know that?" he growled.
Wriotheslay just shrugged, his smile never wavering. "Maybe so, kid. But I'm also the one in charge here. And right now, I'm the one who decides what happens to you."
He stepped back, allowing the guards to take over.
Both guardians pulled down their pants, revealing their huge leaking dicks. Wriotheslay went closer to Tartaglia's mouth, and the guardians stand behind Tartaglia's back.
"Now, open up your pretty mouth, boy" Wriotheslay command.
He was standing before Tartaglia, his massive dick just inches away from the young man's face. Tartaglia looked up at him, his eyes filled with fear and disgust. He opened his mouth slightly, but Wriotheslay could see the hesitation there. He chuckled, low and dark, running a hand through Tartaglia's hair.
"Don't make me ask again," he warned, his voice a low rumble.
Tartaglia hesitated for a moment longer before finally parting his lips, his breath coming out in a shaky exhale. Wriotheslay smirked, admiring the sight of the young man's mouth open and waiting.
He knew the guards behind Tartaglia were eager to join in, but he wanted to savor this moment first. He wanted Tartaglia to feel every inch of his power, every bit of his control.
He guided his length into Tartaglia's mouth, groaning at the warmth and the tightness. He didn't go too deep, not yet. He wanted to let Tartaglia adjust, to make him understand who was in control.
Tartaglia gagged slightly, his eyes watering as he tried to accommodate Wriotheslay's size. Wriotheslay just chuckled, his hips moving gently, giving Tartaglia time to adjust.
"That's it, kid. Relax and take it," he coached, his voice a low rumble. "You'll get used to it."
Tartaglia's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he tried to control his gag reflex. Behind him, the guards watched, their breaths coming in short, excited pants. They were eager to join in, but they knew better than to disobey Wriotheslay's unspoken command.
Wriotheslay looked down at Tartaglia, his eyes locked onto the young man's.
He held him by the hair, controlling the depth of his thrusts. He was going slow, letting Tartaglia get used to the feel of him. But he could see the defiance still burning in Tartaglia's eyes.
"You're doing good, kid," Wriotheslay murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "Keep that mouth open and let me in."
Tartaglia's eyes watered, and he let out a soft whimper, but he didn't close his mouth. He was taking it, little by little, just as Wriotheslay had commanded.
One of the guards, eager to join in, stepped forward.
"You two can prepare his ass hole" Wriotheslay command.
He watched as the two guards behind Tartaglia pulled him apart, one of them spitting on his hand before sliding his fingers into Tartaglia's tight hole. Tartaglia whimpered around Wriotheslay's dick, his body tensing up as he tried to adjust to the new sensation.
Wriotheslay chuckled, "That's it, kid. Just relax and take it. The more you fight, the more it's going to hurt." He felt Tartaglia's mouth tighten around him, the young man's body shaking with the effort to stay still.
Wriotheslay looked over Tartaglia's shoulder and watched as the guards prepared him. He could see the terror in Tartaglia's eyes, the way his body shook with each touch. But he also saw something else - a spark of resistance, a defiance that refused to be broken.
Wriotheslay felt a surge of lust, a dark and dangerous desire. He loved a challenge, and Tartaglia was proving to be the perfect one. He increased his pace, fucking Tartaglia's mouth with harsh, brutal thrusts. He could feel the young man's body tensing up, his gag reflex kicking in. But Wriotheslay didn't care.
He was past the point of no return, driven by the primal urge to dominate, to conquer. He gripped Tartaglia's hair tighter, his hips moving faster, his dick sliding in and out of Tartaglia's mouth with forceful, punishing strokes.
Tartaglia's eyes watered even more, his tears mixing with the saliva that dripped from his chin. He tried to pull away, but the guards held him firmly in place. His body was taut with tension, every muscle screaming in protest. But still, he refused to give in completely.
Suddenly, one of guardians entered Tartaglia's ass hole. Wriotheslay don't mind, and the guardian started thrusting faster and deeper.
Tartaglia let out a muffled scream around Wriotheslay's dick, his body convulsing with the intrusion. Wriotheslay could feel the vibrations, could feel Tartaglia's desperation and pain. And it fueled him, pushing him to the edge.
"Take it, kid," Wriotheslay growled, his voice thick with lust and command. "Take it all. Every fucking inch."
Tartaglia's body shook, his breath coming in ragged gasps between the two invading forces. He was being stretched, filled, used. And yet, he didn't break.
Wriotheslay put his cock off from Tartaglia's mouth. "Do you like it, boy?" Wriotheslay grinned.
"This is what happens when you disobey, isn't it, boy?"
Tartaglia's body was wracked with sobs, his breath coming in sharp gasps between the two men using him. His eyes were closed tight, tears streaming down his face, mixing with his saliva and the fluids of the guards. He was a mess, a pathetic sight, and Wriotheslay loved it.
He walked around Tartaglia, looking down at him with a cruel smile. "You wanted to be taught a lesson, didn't you, boy?" he taunted.
Tartaglia sobs. He actually was confused, becouse the situation turned him on so hard, and Tartaglia don't want to admit he likes being submissive.
Wriotheslay repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. He wanted to hear Tartaglia say it, wanted to hear the young man admit that he was enjoying this, that he wanted more.
Tartaglia's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his body aching with the exertion of taking two men at once. His hands clutched at the air, seeking purchase but finding none. He was completely at their mercy, completely at their command.
Wriotheslay watched as Tartaglia's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a mix of fear, humiliation, and something else.
"Please, fuck my mouth" Tartaglia groaned.
"I want more."
Wriotheslay's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. There it was. The admission he'd been waiting for. The confirmation that Tartaglia wanted this, craved it, despite his earlier protests.
"That's a good boy," Wriotheslay praised, his voice a low rumble. "You take what's given to you, and you ask for more. That's the way it should be."
He stepped back, allowing the other guards to take over. He watched as they continued to use Tartaglia, their hips moving in a brutal, rhythmic dance.
Tartaglia's body was a mess of sweat and tears, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. But beneath the pain and the humiliation, there was something else. A spark of excitement, a hunger that couldn't be denied.
Wriotheslay could see it in his eyes, could hear it in his voice. Tartaglia was enjoying this, even if he didn't want to admit it. The power dynamics at play in this room were exhilarating, and Tartaglia was caught up in the storm.
Wriotheslay stepped back, his own breath coming in ragged pants. He was aroused, his cock heavy and throbbing with need.
"Do you like how this boy works?" Wriotheslay asked the guardians, who fucked Tartaglia's ass hola and mouth.
"He's a pretty good cocksucker, isn't he?" Wriotheslay stated, his eyes locked onto the young man's body as he was used by the guards.
One of the guards, the one fucking Tartaglia's ass, grunted in agreement. "Yeah, he's taking it like a pro."
The other guard, the one fucking Tartaglia's mouth, chuckled. "Just wait till we double penetrate him. He'll be singing like a canary."
Wriotheslay's cock twitched at the thought. He loved a good challenge, and Tartaglia was proving to be just that.
"Double penetrate him? That's a bit much, don't you think?" another guard chimed in, a hint of concern in his voice.
Wriotheslay smirked, his eyes never leaving Tartaglia's body as it was used by the guards. "Don't worry, he can take it. Can't you, boy?" he asked, crouching down in front of Tartaglia, his hand cupping the young man's chin.
Tartaglia's eyes fluttered open, meeting Wriotheslay's gaze. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with exertion and emotion.
"I believe he handled this challenge" Wriotheslay grinned.
The guard who had been holding Tartaglia's ass cheeks apart spat on his hand once more, then thrust two fingers into the young man's hole, working them in and out, stretching him wider. Tartaglia's body tensed, but he didn't fight it. His eyes, wild and wide, met Wriotheslay's, and he nodded slightly, a small, helpless whimper escaping him.
Wriotheslay stood up, his cock standing proud and eager. "That's it, boy. Take it like the good little slut you are." He stroked himself, his eyes locked onto Tartaglia.