by Ace Fawn
“What are you planning?” Diego asked.
“Do as you’re told, Diego.” Wolf said firmly. “Come here and get on your knees.”
Without another word, Diego complied. He moved around the desk and kneeled right before Wolf. He may have done what he was told, but the fiery look remained in Diego’s eyes. He was not that easy to claim and Wolf knew this, but that need to dominate was thick in the air and Diego could feel that power radiating from Wolf.
Standing where he was, Rex kept his amber eyes on Diego. His chestnut hair was cut short, pulling more of the focus to his handsome, hardened features. Diego scoffed. It appeared like everyone around Wolf was an attractive man.
“Where are you keeping Levi?” Wolf asked.
Diego grit his teeth. “I told you, that’s none of your damn business.”
“Did you already forget what happens when you don’t answer me?” Wolf asked.
Diego scoffed. “Yeah, I remember. But you’re not going to use a belt on me again.”
He spoke as though he had a choice. Diego acted like this was his world, but he was so very wrong at that. He was in Wolf’s world, and didn’t make the choices.
“Of course I’m not,” Wolf said lowly. “If nothing comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, then my cock is going in instead.”
Those words spoken in hushed tones sent a spark through Diego. The lust within him was strong enough to drown out logical reasoning. Diego shouldn’t have been on his knees, lusting after a mafia boss’ cock. Despite the small voice in the back of his head telling him to get up and make a run for it, Diego remained where he was. There was no escaping Wolf, and they both knew this.
The rush of excitement made Diego’s blood run from his head straight to the head of his cock, making him twitch in his pants. It was making it harder for Diego to think straight. He silently blamed Wolf’s beautiful looks. Diego was turned on by the mystery that surrounded Wolf and how he come to have such power over men. But Diego was a fighter. He wouldn’t give up so easily. If Wolf wanted to get something out of Diego, he better put the effort in to do so. There was no doubt in Diego’s mind that Wolf was capable of such.
Glaring at Wolf, Diego shook his head.
“It’s not going to happen. I’m not talking and that cock…isn’t going in my mouth either.”
Wolf caught the pause and smirked. He was skilled at reading people, especially men that tried to fight off their urge for sexual contact. Wolf knew exactly what he was doing to Diego. He was a seducer, a man who could get what he wanted and more out of a man. He enjoyed breaking down pretty boys and getting them to realise just how lust ridden they really were. The harder it was, the better. Diego was putting up a fight with simple words, though it only got Wolf going more.
Rex caught Wolf’s gaze. Without a word uttered to him, he knew what Wolf was asking of him. He had worked alongside Wolf for a long time after all. After a swift nod from Wolf’s part, Rex got close, pulling his pistol out and pointing it directly at Diego’s head. Looking back, Diego’s eyes widened when he saw the gun.
“Are you really going to have me killed, Wolf?” Diego asked. “If that’s the case you should just get it over with. I’m not going to tell you where your son is because that’s not how I work.”
Those words were worthy of respect. Despite the situation, Diego held his ground. He didn’t cower and start to beg like many others, but Diego was not like the others. He was a different breed of man, a caged animal who didn’t give up or give in easily. Wolf admired Diego’s ability to remain strong and persistent, even when the pressure was heavy and the stakes were high. And yet, Diego did not yield or break under the danger he was presented with.
Silence settled in the office. Always getting what he wanted, Wolf didn’t care for shame, even if it meant whipping his dick out and having Diego suck him with another man in the room. The illicit, dirty and dangerous nature of it all made Wolf’s cock harden uncomfortably against the fabric of his slacks. He knew this was all effectively getting to Diego. He could practically see the hungry expression on Diego’s handsome face, could clearly make out the straining bulge in the kneeling man’s pants.
If Diego wasn’t going to tell him exactly where Levi was, then Wolf was going to try different measures on him. He was going to see just how the cities most notorious gang leader was going to handle the taste of humiliation against his own pride.
“Suck my cock,” Wolf ordered, his voice a low and lusty hum that made it difficult for Diego to refuse him.
“With him here?” Diego asked.
Wolf smirked. Rex pressed the gun harder against the side of Diego’s head. He didn’t care for Wolf’s antics. Wolf did as he pleased and that was not for anyone else to decide. As for Diego, this wasn’t something that he was used to. He had many sexual encounters with men, but nothing like this, not when another man was in the room, watching them with a gun pointed at his head.
There was no way out of this and Diego knew it. He unzipped Wolf’s slacks and pulled his impressive cock out. Diego briefly stared as he held it in his hand. He swallowed, feeling his own arousal swell. Wolf was big, a perfect size and length that Diego was fond of from simply looking at it.
Licking his lips, Diego didn’t need to be told again. He moved in, wrapping his lips around the head of Wolf’s cock. He tongued the slit, then brought it further into his mouth. Diego kept his eyes on Wolf, who gazed down at him with lidded eyes. Sliding his fingers into Diego’s hair, Wolf kept his head down, pushing Diego further and further onto him. Diego gagged, the walls of his throat tightening up deliciously around Wolf’s cock.
It was like Rex wasn’t there anymore. Diego closed his eyes and ignored his surroundings. This was supposed to be a punishment, an act of humiliation. Diego knew that he shouldn’t have been enjoying this, but he was. Diego’s cock pressed up painfully against the front of his pants. He squirmed to relive himself.
With much experience, Diego could make men cum quickly. The hold on Diego’s hair tightened and he knew that Wolf was close to bursting in his mouth. The thought itself sent a burst of electricity through Diego, making pre cum stain his thin briefs. Diego opened his eyes, just needing to see the look of pleasure on Wolf’s handsome face.
With the gun pressed up against Diego’s head, Rex remained quiet. The scene playing out before him was intense and enough to arouse him too, though he gripped the gun firmly in hand and moved his thumb away from the trigger. Diego was gorgeous, even more so when he had those pretty full lips wrapped around a well-endowed cock. Saliva slicked the head as Diego pulled his lips off and pressed his tongue against the slit again, pressing hard and licking up before he pulled Wolf into his mouth again. It was clear that Diego knew what he was doing.
One last suck and Wolf was spurting thick seed into Diego’s mouth.
“Drink it all,” Wolf ordered.
Diego pulled off him, doing as he was told. He swallowed all that was in his mouth before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. For a moment, Wolf just sat there, watching as Diego panted to catch his breath.
He then told Rex to leave, and let Diego clean himself up and go back to his room.
4
There was no escape.
Diego was starting to feel the weight of it all. He knew that Wolf would keep him here for as long as his gang kept Levi. He brought this all upon himself. Yet despite all that, Diego couldn’t complain about it.
Being with Wolf was exhilarating. There was this heavy feeling in his chest and anticipation in his gut. He was excited around Wolf, but at the same time he was on guard. He still had to protect himself and find a way out of there. In Wolf’s eyes, Diego might as well be a wild animal. Or perhaps, they were both wild and needed each other for their own sick and twisted reasons.
That didn’t change the fact that Diego was still Wolf’s captive. He was looking for the next opportunity to strike and to escape. With a steak knife in one hand and a fork in the other, Diego sat at the lar
ge dining table with Wolf. He had the weapons, even if they would not pose too much of a threat. He could use this knife on Wolf, but even the thought was laughable. Diego was not going to get anywhere with being violent, especially when Wolf’s men were close enough to intervene.
Everything seemed so civil now. Wolf was dressed in his usual attire, Diego in a sweater and boxers. They were both seated at the table having dinner like a normal couple would. They were anything but that. The food was delicious. Diego couldn’t entertain the thought of hurting Wolf for long when expertly prepared meals were given to him out of generosity. He ate until he was full, not saying a word. Wolf watched him with a small smile on his face.
This was possibly the closest representation of what life would be like with Wolf. Diego entertained the thought of having a relationship more than just captive and captor, imagining Wolf was his lover. Nothing more and nothing less. But that was a trick, it had to be. Wolf was possibly trying to trick Diego and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that. As Wolf calmly ate his meal, Diego started to realise that this wasn’t a trick. Wolf was giving him something he never had, something he always wanted. This was all an opportunity to show Diego just how civil his life could be.
“I can’t keep pretending, Wolf.” Diego said before he brought the wine glass to his lips and drank slowly, eyeing Wolf as he did.
“Neither can I, Diego. I know what you really want,” Wolf said smoothly.
Swallowing, Diego placed the wine glass down onto the table. “And what is that?”
“To be loved. To get away from all the violence and stress,” Wolf answered.
Diego didn’t say anything. He glanced down at the table briefly before looking at Wolf again.
“How much longer are you going to keep me here?” He asked.
“Until you get your gang to let my son go,” Wolf answered.
“So if I let your son go, you’ll let me go.”
“Precisely.”
Diego sighed. He knew that only Wolf’s rules applied here and those were the rules Diego had to live with for the remainder of his time here. He knew that letting Levi go would grant his own freedom, yet Diego was reluctant to do that.
“Why did you take my son, Diego?”
“Why is that important?”
Wolf narrowed his eyes and placed his knife and fork down.
“Don’t answer my question with a question of your own, it’s very rude, Diego. And it’s important because he’s my son. Levi is all I have left.”
Dropping his gaze, Diego set his own knife and fork down. He had enough of eating. He knew the right thing to do would be to answer honestly, to tell Wolf exactly what he wanted to know.
“So why did you do it?” Wolf asked.
“For ransom,” Diego answered.
“Ransom?” Wolf raised a brow. “My son is worth more than I could give you.”
Diego chewed on his bottom lip. He knew what he done was wrong. He knew that he fucked up and now he was the one to pay for it.
“Well I can’t go back from what I did.”
“You’re right,” Wolf agreed. “But you can fix it. Call your men and tell them to let Levi go.”
Diego nodded. Wolf’s instructions were clear and easy to do but it felt like there was something else that Wolf wanted.
“So all I have to do is call my men and get them to let Levi go, then you will let me go?” Diego asked. If that was the case then this would all be so easy. There would be no point in delaying his own freedom. When the thought of actually leaving Wolf crossed Diego’s mind, there was something holding him back. In his own way, Diego enjoyed being Wolf’s captive. He liked the feeling of being owned by a powerful man even if he wasn’t ready to admit something like that yet.
Diego wasn’t the type of man to commit to something or someone. He wasn’t easy to submit. He had a feeling that Wolf would be the only man to change that.
“Yes. I want one more thing from you,” Wolf started. “I want to claim you. I want to make you entirely mine. And I will. I will embed this lesson so deep into the very core of your being, and even though I will let you be free, you will still be mine.”
All of this was starting to make more sense. This sense of possession, it was something that Diego was attracted to. Wolf was the type of man who only wanted to own the finest things. Diego couldn’t fathom why Wolf had chosen him. He didn’t know how to feel about that either.
Wolf wanted to fuck him, but not in a way that was temporary. Not in a way that any other man had fucked Diego before him. Diego suddenly stood from the table, knocking the wine glass and causing the red liquid to seep into the white table cloth. From where he sat, Wolf watched as wine dripped from the table, then focused on Diego to see the deadly look in his green eyes. Diego could have been scary if it was not Wolf sitting before him, but Wolf was not easily spooked.
“No.” Diego said simply.
With that, he moved away from the table and went to the bathroom, locking himself inside. Gripping both ends of the counter, Diego gazed down into the sink. He was trembling and didn’t know why. No man was capable of making Diego react like that, so how could Wolf do it so effortlessly. Diego was breathing quickly and knew that he had to get a hold of himself quickly.
Being nervous was something Diego wasn’t used to feeling. No one owned him. No one could control him. All that was quickly changing and Diego couldn’t stop it. Wolf always got what he wanted, that much was clear when Diego thought about everything that had already happened since he first met Wolf.
What confused Diego the most was the underlying thought that was beneath it all. What if it was better than what it sounded like? What if this was something that Diego wanted for so long, but failed to accept it himself. Wolf was only telling him what he wanted, he promised to give something to Diego that the young gang leader was too afraid to give himself.
Did this mean Wolf wanted Diego to be his lover? Yes. That’s exactly what it meant. Wolf wanted to own all of him and when Wolf wanted something, he always got it regardless of the cost or the challenge. Diego moved away from the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He was quiet for a long time as he stood there, looking into his own eyes.
5
Hours after leaving the bathroom, Diego was left alone in the bedroom.
Wolf had not come for him and Diego was glad about that. He needed this time on his own to think things through. If Wolf only wanted sex from Diego, he would have gotten it by now even if it meant forcing himself onto him. Wolf was not that type of man. Wolf wanted Diego to willingly give himself to him.
The door to the bedroom opened and Wolf walked in. His dress shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his fit musculature and defined abs. Wolf’s hair was no longer pushed back, let to lay naturally right below his ears, some long strands falling over his face. He caught Diego staring and smiled in return.
“Are you calm now?” Wolf asked, slipping the shirt from his shoulders. He had purposely given Diego enough time to be alone and to think things through.
“I’m calm, Wolf,” Diego answered. “And I said no.”
“If it’s a no, then you will be here for longer,” Wolf said as he watched him. “Or you can give yourself completely to me, and I will let you go.”
It was complex, but Diego understood. If he didn’t give himself to Wolf, then he would be kept captive. If Diego gave himself to Wolf, then he would be let free, but his heart and soul would only belong to Wolf.
Diego stood and glared for a long moment before he lunged at Wolf. He was still mad about being taken against his will and wanted to use his pent up anger on Wolf. Deflecting the move, Wolf moved to the side which caused Diego to fall to his knees on the lush carpet. That wasn’t enough to stop him because Diego threw himself at Wolf again. Diego was fast on his feet and lashed out, managing to scratch Wolf’s bare chest. If he wasn’t going to walk out of here, then he was going to fight his way out instead. He threw a punch next, almost hitting Wolf in the
jaw if he didn’t move back in time. Diego growled, missing Wolf again and smashing into the bedside table, causing the lamp to fly off.
What came next was a frustrated yell from Diego. There was no giving up now. Breathing harder, Diego moved away from the bedside table and watched the man before him like a predator would its prey.
“I’m disappointed,” Wolf tutted. “You’re going to pay for that, Diego.”
Wolf remained calm and maintained eye contact with him. Diego may have been young and fast, but Wolf knew what to do to stop Diego from getting to him and possibly injuring him.
“Yeah right,” Diego scoffed.
He lunged at Wolf again and wrapped his hands around his neck. Diego’s hold was tight. He squeezed Wolf’s neck, earning a grunt from him. At this rate, there would be no end to their little fight unless Wolf stopped it. He smirked, eyes lidded as he looked into Diego’s eyes.
“Harder,” Wolf growled.
“What?” Diego growled back, just inches away from Wolf’s face.
Wolf slammed a knee up into Diego’s stomach, throwing him off.
The next time Diego tried to get Wolf, he ended up on his knees struggling for breath. Wolf had wrapped his arm snug against Diego’s neck and held his arm behind his back with the other. Diego gagged, eyes watering as Wolf choked him.
“Like this,” Wolf murmured.
Diego pushed back hard against Wolf, growling before he slowly fell limp and succumbed to unconsciousness.
✽✽✽
When Diego came to, he was in a dark room.
He couldn’t see anything. His wrists and ankles were tied with rope to a bed and he was stripped bare. Diego struggled and tried to pull himself free but to no avail. There was no sign of Wolf, not even a single sound that could help him figure out what was going on.
“Wolf!” Diego yelled out.
His throat was dry and hurt. He was trembling. Diego had no idea how long he had been in this position. It was silent. The darkness was overwhelming. The room was not cold by any means but he felt like he was freezing.