"Will… please… I… Ahhh… ahhh… ahh… Oh fuck… It's too much, baby. Please…."
Determined to deliver on his promise, Will had me blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back and my ass in the air while his fingers explored my entrance torturously slowly.
"If it's too much, use your safe-word."
I bit my tongue and shook my head, refusing to say it. My safe-word was 'Eden,' chosen because Will was my forbidden fruit, of course; though not my original sin.
"I didn't think so… Now, I'm going to add another finger. That would make four…"
My muscles tensed and I felt unimaginably full when Will slipped his pinky alongside the rest of his fingers. I knew he would make me take more. He wouldn't have gone this far only to retreat now… He was going to stretch me to take his fist.
"Push out, love… that's it… good job. You're doing so well… How does it feel?"
"I'm so full… I can take more though… I want all of you. Please…"
"You want my fist in you? You've never taken my whole fist before, are you sure?"
"Yes, Will… I trust you. Just… please add some more lubricant… it's drying."
Will graciously acquiesced, pouring copious amount of slick fluid around my rim, working his fingers around slowly to coat my insides well.
"You're so fucking tight. You've got my fingers in a death grip."
"I'm…I'm trying to relax…" I could hardly even think of the words to say, my brain was so full of sensations; overstimulation in all the right places and officially blowing every circuit in my nervous system.
"Please… More, Will…"
Will gasped upon hearing me beg for more so soon. It had taken at least twenty minutes just to get to three, and now here we were, rushing it along like it had an expiration date. In a way, I felt that I did; that I just might die of a heart attack if I wasn't able to climax soon.
I felt another intrusion prodding at the rim of my overstretched hole, and I instinctively bucked away from it. Suddenly my mind back-pedaled. There was just no way his thumb was going to fit. I was going to tear… wasn't I? Surely he couldn't fit that-
"Ah! Fuck!" I screamed as I felt his thumb shove in, regardless of my doubts.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." I cursed countless times, over and over as a mantra.
"Hannibal…" Will's voice was nothing short of reverent.
"Get them out… Oh for God's fucking sake get them out… It's too much, Will…" My tongue begged automatically, like I had no control over my words at all.
"Then safe-word. It's fine if you need to, or want to. Just say the word, and I'll pull out."
I bit my lip until it bled, my body was shaking with the slight pain but mostly the extreme oversensitivity of my insides, and the insistent, overbearing pressure on my prostate gland.
"I… I just… can I see you? Please, baby… take the blindfold off… I need… to see you, to kiss you… I need something to ground me, please."
Will conceded, and every little millimeter of movement magnified times a million inside my ass while my lover leaned forward to remove the blindfold one-handed.
When I was finally able to see more than the purple stars behind my eyelids, I felt better; less trapped.
He captured my lips in a sweet kiss. It was too long and too short all at once. I wanted it to keep going, because it made me feel something other than the fireworks going off in my ass, and the prostate stimulation making my legs spasm involuntarily. But at the same time I wanted the kiss to end because then he would put his focus on finally getting the rest of his hand inside me; so that this beautiful torture could finally be done.
I outright whimpered, fighting the urge to buck my hips, knowing that it would only cause more sparks to ignite inside me.
"Please… untie me, Will…" Suddenly I felt like a fish out of water, I was so overwhelmed with all the sensations coursing through my body. My emotions were tumultuous, at best. I felt both smothered and alone all at once.
"Will, Will, Will… Oh fuck… oh God… Jesus Christ… I… I can't breathe… nnnnghhh…" An inexplicable tightness gripped my lungs, panic overtaking me.
Immediately I felt my lover clumsily untying my wrists with his non-dominant hand. What felt like minutes was only a couple of seconds, but eventually Will slipped his slick hand out of my loose, gaping hole and worked frantically to untie the silk knot holding my wrists.
"Eden, Eden, Eden, Eden…" My consciousness was slipping from me, my logical mind even further so. I felt my body being log-rolled onto my side, and the vertigo it incurred nearly made me lose the contents of my stomach. But I resisted, an acrid tang staying in my throat instead.
"Hannibal… Baby, are you okay?" Will's voice seemed far away, and I couldn't will myself to reply before finally slipping into the dark abyss behind my eyelids.
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The warm, pleasant smell of tea filled my nostrils and it revived me some. I opened my soggy eyes to see my lover staring at me, utmost concern clouding his features.
"Hannibal… Oh thank God you're okay... I thought… fuck I thought maybe you'd had a heart attack or something."
I rolled my eyes a little upon hearing Will's statement. I wasn't that old, was I?
"Well as much as I'm grateful for the fact that I'm not waking up on a gurney, naked and covered in lube, why didn't you call an ambulance?"
"I checked your vitals while you were out. Your heart rate was fast, but steady. I figured you just fainted due to all of the… stuff going on. You really freaked out."
"I safe-worded, didn't I?"
"Yes. After I'd already pulled out of you... I think your brain was short circuiting. I mean, fuck… you were just taking it. You've never taken four fingers before, and here you were, begging me to add another. It was hot as fuck, but I was getting concerned."
"Concerned." I groaned, getting up slowly, hoping that the vertigo had passed. It had, and I got up from the drool-puddle on the mattress without much difficulty. I experimentally clenched my rectal muscles, feeling them quiver uselessly, making my legs feel like rubber and my gut turn sour.
"Are you… mad at me?" Will said, looking completely confused.
"No, I'm… upset with myself. I should have been able to handle that I… I don't know what came over me. I just… panicked." I never panicked.
A cup of hot tea was placed in my hands and I sipped it delicately, while I tried to get my bearings again.
A look of realization slowly came over my lover's face.
"Hannibal… I… I think I might know what happened. You… You were raped as a child, weren't you? I mean, you haven't said anything to me about it since I was a kid. But... Maybe the blindfold and the wrist bindings were too much. Maybe you had a moment of PTSD or something."
I blinked, honestly taken aback at Will's astute insight.
"I… I hadn't thought about that at all. You might be onto something, there."
"Do you… want to talk about it? What happened, I mean."
"I… I never have; with anyone."
"It might do you some good to tell someone. If you want to…" Will sidled up close to me on the bed, the presence of his warm embrace soothed the dull ache I was feeling inside. His head rested on my shoulder, and I could tell he was settling in for a story. I sighed, my resolve breaking, knowing that if I didn't tell him tonight, he would most certainly press for it another night.
"It was when I was seven years old, in Lithuania. My village was nearly burned to the ground by a political mob. They raped men, women, and took all the money and valuables. I was raped by a crowd of five or six men. They gagged me and tied me up, had their way with me for hours."
"Where were your parents?"
"They were killed, during the raid. They didn't make me watch, though, for that I was grateful, I suppose. But the men responsible raped me immediately following that. It was… pure agony. I was amazed I recovered as well as I did… and I was very fortunate not to have contracted any of the diseases I imagine they'd been carrying. I ran to safety the next morning, when the men were passed out from drinking all night. It took me three days to reach another village, and I was on my own from then on."
"Since you were seven?"
"Yes. I received food and shelter in a monastery, with other orphaned boys who sought sanctuary."
"A monastery? You were a monk? Jesus, Hannibal… I thought you were an atheist or… an agnostic, or whatever."
"Yes, well, I stayed there, it doesn't mean I believed. I prayed the empty, rehearsed prayers and sang the meaningless chants until I was too old to fake it anymore. The monks knew, deep down, that I did not believe. And when I turned nineteen they also found out that another monk and I had been… intimate… for years. That was the final straw to get myself banned for good, and I eventually ended up here in America, studying medicine and psychology."
"And here you are…" Will said in quiet awe and a small dose of sympathy.
"And here I am."
"I'm… really sorry we haven't been able to talk about this sooner, you always seemed so secretive."
"I admit I have been quite detached from my past. I'd nearly forgotten it, to be honest. Though, judging by my reactions earlier it seems my subconscious has not."
"So… I guess tying you up is off the table now, huh?"
"For now, I think that is the case. And, thank you, by the way, for helping me through that. It was… most unexpected."
"It's okay. I think you just about gave me a heart attack though. I'm really glad you're alright."
I set my cup of tea down on the bedside table and leaned in to kiss Will. His breath caught in his chest when my stubble brushed lightly against the corner of his mouth. Our kiss was slow, reverent even.
"You're perfect for me, sweet one. I adore you."
Smiling, Will gave me another kiss in reply, this one deeper and filthier, though still meaningful.
When we finally separated, I felt a soft, soothing hand run through my lengthy hair as Will stared at me contemplatively.
"Are you… Did I… ruin the mood, earlier? Or…."
His unspoken question made me chuckle.
"No, Will. We can still have our fun. However, you may need to warm me up a little first."
Will motioned for me to sit up against the headboard of the bed, and the moment I did, his lithe legs were on either side of my thighs, his naked crotch aligning with mine.
His cock was already hard, and mine was slowly getting with the program again.
"Lucky for you," Will whispered against my lips, "getting you warmed up is one of my many talents."
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"Jesus H. Christ… you're perfect… God, look at you… all five fingers are in you…"
A good half an hour into our second attempt, Will finally pushed his thumb inside me once more, and I somehow felt even fuller than before. Our positioning was different this time; better, by far. I lay on my back, pillows elevating my hips at an angle as Will knelt between my spread legs.
"Will… It's … it feels so good… fuck… I'm so full, baby."
I felt Will's warm breath against my groin, and I just knew that if he was about to do what I thought he was, then I would be done for in seconds.
"No, no, no, no…" I begged. "Please, don't… I'm going to come if you-"
My voice cut off abruptly, due to the unbearable pleasure Will bestowed upon me with his warm, wet mouth.
He teased my erection, licking and sucking my frenulum and foreskin torturously slowly.
"Fuck… I'm serious, Will, I'm so fucking close…" I gave him fair warning, and I almost sobbed with relief when he finally pulled away, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"God, Hannibal, you have no idea what this fucking does to me. Seeing you split open like this… reduced to begging… it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
"Will… Please… I'm so… I'm so exhausted this… this is killing me."
"Only in the best of ways." Will replied amusedly. "You know… you did say, so many years ago, that you wished to devour me. Well here you are; your ass is simply devouring my hand. You should see yourself, Hannibal… It's fucking gorgeous."
"Haven't… taken your whole hand yet…" I said breathlessly.
"No, you're right. I still have to fit my knuckles inside. It's going to open you up so big… Fuck… I think I could come untouched, this is so hot."
My cock twitched at that idea; Will coming just from the sight of my impalement.
"Relax, baby… breathe deep, okay?"
I nodded and tried to obey, finding it exceedingly difficult; every micro-movement of the fingers inside me caused my diaphragm to seize up momentarily. It was so hard to breathe deeply, and my body tensed as a result.
"Now I'm going to push the rest of my hand in; safe-word if you need to, but I think you're ready. You've been so good for me…"
Then without any more preambles, Will pushed in and I felt my muscles stretch further, further, impossibly further…
"Oh fucking Christ, fuck…. Fuck, Will… No, no, no… No baby, I can't. I-"
Just as I was about to lose my mind, it all stopped. The heel of Will's hand was finally inside me; his whole fucking hand was inside me.
"Oh…" I finally breathed deeply, for the first time in what felt like hours.
"Hannibal…" Will had no words. I had no words. I remained completely motionless, save for my heaving chest and racing heart.
"You're… you're…"
"Inside… all the way." Will finished for me. His forehead was dripping with sweat and his breathing almost as labored as my own.
"Fuck…" My head fell back, and I felt utter relief wash over me. He did it… we did it. He was finally inside me all the way. It was equally the most surreal and yet most euphoric achievement I had to date.
"What does it feel like?"
"Oh… I just feel… so filled; so completely… taken; like there's…"
"A whole fucking hand in your ass?"
"Yeah." I fought a small laugh, knowing that any movement would increase the insane amount of stimulation wracking my nerves.
"I'm gonna move in and out a little, maybe I can curl my fingers in and make a proper fist."
"Oh…. oh, oh Will It… Oh it hurts but it feels so good… Ah…" I'd never been so conflicted in my life. I wanted it to stop, but at the same time I wanted more.
"Just relax… trust me, baby."
I breathed, long and slow, closing my eyes for a short moment to ground myself.
"You're being so good for me." His hand pulled back. His movement made me inevitably tense, and it was met with a softly scolding 'tisk tisk' from my lover.
"Shhhh…" He soothed, and in a few seconds I'd relaxed my sphincter enough that he could pull back a little. I felt an even stranger sensation when he was slowly, delicately curling in his fingers, one by one, attempting to make a fist without pulling out entirely.
"Ahhhhh…. Oh Fuck. Will I-" I'll be honest: my safe-word was riding just on the tip of my tongue. All of this just felt so… foreign. Being stretched so wide and feeling so much pressure from the inside. My prostate had surely been either dislodged or steamrolled flat by now; it had to be.
"Hann- Hannibal, baby… Oh fuck, I'm close…" Will's breath had become nearly as shallow as my own. His cock had lay neglected all this time, and it brought my arousal impossibly higher to think that he could climax simply from watching my hole get utterly wrecked.
"You're close? Oh for fuck's sake, Jesus Christ, Will…. I feel like I've been coming for ages…. It's like… one big, fucking painful orgasm."
"Jesus, don't say that… Oh fuck I feel like smallest touch on my cock will set me off…"
"How… How about we come together? If… If I can actually orgasm in this state…" I was seriously questioning my ability to bring myself over the edge.
"Yes…Yes, baby, we'll come together. I… I think someday I'll properly fuck you with my fist, thrust in and out over and over…. Make you all loose like a fucking whore."
"Ah! God Will, I swear you are about to kill me with your words…."
"Yeah? If you die, I'll be sure to eat you. Make a fucking feast out of you."
It was upon hearing those words that my chest seized, seemingly for good this time. I thought for sure, for a full five seconds that Will succeeded in killing me with this divine, impossible pleasure.
"Oh… Jesus…" I faintly heard my lover whisper under his breath as he witnessed my undoing; my demise.
After that, I couldn't register any sensations other than the extreme sense of relief finally washing over me. Pleasure traveled up and down and up my spine in a frantic dance; seemingly never going to release me from its clutches.
But as with all things, it did come to an end. But God only knew how long I'd been lying there, impaled on my lover's fist and enduring the most exquisite orgasm; certainly one to break most records.
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When finally coming to, the first thing I felt was the cooling puddle of semen on my stomach and chest. And it. Was. Massive. I had never seen such a huge deposit of cum, especially not from just one orgasm. There was a smaller deposit near my hip, and I deduced it was my lover's spend, as I was quite sure he came whilst I was completely taken in the throes of ecstasy.
My eyes closed again, and I felt my head fall back of its own volition. Everything else went by in a haze. I was in a half-conscious state while Will gently pulled out of my loose, well-used rectum and began to clean me up. I felt a warm, wet cloth wipe me everywhere, including my cum-covered stomach and my sore ass. I checked out sometime during the cleaning process, because the next thing I remembered was waking up with my face in a soft, silky pillow and my ass in the air.
My lover, who had apparently never heard of a refractory period, was licking my loose and tender ass.
"Will… I… Ohhhhh… oh that feels divine."
"Oh, you're awake now. You should see your hole, Hannibal. It's a fucking beautiful rose, now. Red, and puffy and used. Bet you're not going to sit right for weeks."
"Mmmm… hopefully." I wiggled my ass a little in his face, and I enjoyed his warm breath against my sore opening.
"I want to remember this forever." Will rummaged around on the floor for a moment, and I quickly deduced that he was looking for his phone.
"Are you…. Taking a picture?"
"Just so I can show you. If you want me to delete it, I will."
In a second flat, I heard the digital shutter click sound effect and a moment after, Will was shoving a phone in front of my face.
My eyes widened upon seeing the picture… That was what I looked like?
"I… I look like I may have torn… in a few places."
"Yes, but as a doctor you well know, it's superficial tearing. You're fine."
"I know that. It's just…" I gulped, not able to tear my eyes from the riveting, shocking image on the screen. "I can't believe just how pleasurable that was and… I must admit I would like to do it again."
"And again, and again, and again we shall. I'll stretch you out so good you'll always have this rose; maybe even a slight prolapse; a gape to make it so I can have you devour my hand whenever I please."
"Yes… that… that sounds very agreeable." I'd learned months ago that Will had a way of bringing out unknown kinks and fetishes from the deep recesses of my brain; ever since he called me daddy. And since then we'd explored all sorts of things: pet play, spanking, even ice cubes and edging. This fisting kink seemed meant-to-be, as it seemed to be equally inordinately erotic and intoxicating to the both of us.
"Hannibal?"
"Mmm? Yes?" I replied sleepily.
"Do you… really want that? You're not just… playing along, just to make me happy, are you?"
Will leaned forward and lay down next to me, so we were face to face.
"I wouldn't do that, Will. It turns me on too, to think about getting gauged bigger and bigger, to suit your whims and fancies. It's… very erotic to think about being at your disposal, loose and wet and ready."
"I… think it's good if we do that every once in a while, but… I wouldn't want to make it a permanent thing. I… can only imagine the embarrassing complications that may occur..."
I smirked a little bit and I closed my eyes he gave me sweet kiss on the nose.
"Whatever you desire, I desire." I told him, meaning every word. "You and I are exceedingly compatible, sexually and otherwise. I'm sure whatever comes next, I'm ready for it."
"As am I."
This time Will pulled me into a real kiss, one that was deep, and long and meaningful.
I felt myself start to drift off to sleep, the result of being completely exhausted by the emotional roller coaster I'd been on that evening. But this current feeling, this current emotion, I quickly decided that I could die feeling this way and not have a single qualm about it. I felt loved, comforted, satiated both sexually and emotionally… Yes. Will had most certainly filled any and all the holes that existed in my heart. He completed me. I was now complete. My life, in all of its many flaws and moments of turmoil, were finally over.
The last thing I felt before falling asleep was the soothing sensation of Will running his fingers through my hair, and the soft, adoring whisper in my ear.
"I'll always love you, Hannibal..."