Warning: This chapter does include explicite sex scenes.

Chapter 4

Monday evening they had a vegetarian noodle casserole for dinner. Hannibal usually returned between four and five p.m. from school and when he did not have too many courseworks to correct, he took his time to cook so that they could have dinner by six or seven. Will always did overtime at the animal shelter. When he got home, he first went out with Chester. Hannibal respected his love for stray dogs, and he considered himself one of them.

"You still owe me a punishment from yesterday," Hannibal reminded his husband. After the discovery of Mr. Noakes abusing his daughter, neither of them had been in the mood to take action in bed.

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Will asked teasingly. He knew that what Hannibal would do to him was nothing in comparison to the little bit of playing they had done several days prior.

Hannibal smirked and continued eating.

When they were done, Hannibal took Will's hand and led him upstairs. "Strip," he ordered him and Will did as he was told. Instead of watching, Hannibal searched through their lingerie and threw a set of latex costume onto Will. It was very tight latex underpants with separate flaps for the front and the behind. It was very, very tight, and it was difficult to get an erection wearing it. Will put also the straps over his chest and connected them to the underpants. Hannibal in the meanwhile fastened the straps on rings over his prominent and hair chest, but instead of underpants he put on a cock ring.

He pulled Will over by his hair as soon as he was ready and studied his face. His fingers moved ungently over his cheeks and he stared into the dark eyes of his victim for tonight. "You are mine," Hannibal muttered. "I made you what you are today."

"I owe you everything," Will admitted. He often disagreed with Hannibal but he had learnt to let so many things slide. "I owe you my life… as it is now." Hannibal had made him feel like no one else could make him feel. "You understand me," Will admitted. No one understood him as well as Hannibal. No one understood his urges, his feelings, his motivation, his mind.

"You owe me your love… your loyalty. You are my mirror image," Hannibal said while gliding his hands through Will's hair. "Still you refuse me."

"I would do anything for you, Hannibal."

"Trust me. In every way, Will."

"I do."

Hannibal abruptly pushed Will down onto the bed. "Turn around," he commanded and Will turned on all four. Hannibal ungently pulled him from the bed and Will landed with a bump on the floor. Hannibal grabbed for the whip and began spanking Will's latex bottom. "You negated your feelings for me." SMACK. "You let me turn myself in." SMACK. "Do you have any idea how broken I was when you denied me your feelings? How much I cried waiting in front of your house to be arrested?" SMACK. "Do you know how much I was hurt when you still denied your feelings when you were visiting me in my cell?" SMACK. Hannibal was growing more and more violent, being reminded more and more how much pain his husband had made him go through. "You betrayed me." SMACK. Hannibal's voice grew rougher and louder. Luckily, this room was well isolated. "You got married to another woman." SMACK. "You had a child with her." SMACK. Will was holding back tears at this point. His bottom hurt but what Hannibal was saying was true. He had denied himself for so long.

"Now you belong to me. I created you, I molded you. I opened the doors for you that everyone else wanted you to shut," Hannibal hissed into Will's ears. He grabbed him by the hair and threw him against the Saint Andrew's BDSM cross that was installed at the wall.

"Please no more spanking," Will pleaded as Hannibal pushed his body against Will before he could turn around. Hannibal tied Will's wrists to the top of the cross.

"You get what you deserve," Hannibal responded with a cold voice. He had gone from the angry husband to the cold and calculated, sadistic psychopath. As long as Will did not mention the safe or slow words, he could do as he wanted.

Hannibal then got the gag from the few days before and put it onto Will's mouth. He also gave him the little bell to drop in case that he needed Hannibal to stop. He then also put a blindfold on Will's eyes. Will moaned in protest.

"Like in our games, you won't see me coming… also literally."

He then pulled out the other whip and started whipping Will's back. Those were only gently whips, but Hannibal was working himself to a point where he did start to hit Will more seriously. Will endured, both Hannibal's accusations of betrayal and mental torture and the pain that he was giving him. Eventually, Hannibal stopped and Will could only guess that it was because he had started to bleed at the back. The next thing he felt were Hannibal's lips pressed against his skin, sucking every drop of red liquid like a vampire. Will moaned, having a mental image of Hannibal drinking him.

Hannibal then started kissing Will until he reached the crease between his butt cheeks. Then Will did not feel Hannibal for a while and was wondering what his husband was preparing now. He then briefly felt Hannibal's hard erection pressed against his underpants. Then Will's underpants were lowered. He heard the tube of lube opening. He knew what was coming now and tried to relax his butt.

At first, how only felt something cold. He wondered why Hannibal was not widening him first with his hands and feared for a second that Hannibal would ram a buttplug into him without warning. But then he realized that it was an anal hook consisting of small beads increasing in size. They were well lubed. Apparently, Hannibal wanted Will to be able to sit tomorrow. Will started moaning and his brief moment of fear returned when Hannibal pulled out the anal hook. Would he now punish him with one of the dildos that were far too big for him and that he sometimes used on Hannibal when the cannibal wanted to feel real pain. Sometimes, Will wondered whether pain was the only time when Hannibal had emotions, but after years of murdering and sleeping with him, Will had realized that Hannibal actually had love, not empathy, but love. And this love was directed at him. Hannibal was more often motivated my love than he himself understood.

Instead of Hannibal's penis, there was something cold entering Will again. It took him a moment that it was not the return of the last anal hook but anal beads – the big ones. Will moaned and wanted Hannibal to pull them out in the same pace that he pulled them in but Hannibal did not allow him that pleasure. He could now feel Hannibal's hand slowly moving over his underpants. Surely his other hands was at his own penis. Will knew that he had a very hard erection but the tightness of the underpants did not allow him to live that. Hannibal's hand moving over his balls did not really help. Will made a gagging sound which could be interpreted as both protest or agreement. Hannibal laughed at the helplessness of his husband. "I am not sure whether you are enjoying this or not," he remarked. "Either way, I don't care."

Hannibal eventually stopped playing with his penis, denying himself the release for now. His hands glided over Will's wounds once more before he pulled down his underpants entirely and Will stepped out of them. Hannibal then opened the handcuffs at the top of the cross and guided the still blindfolded Will to the bed onto which he threw him quite brutally. Will crawled into the middle and could feel the weight of Hannibal entering the bed as well.

Hannibal spread Will's leg and removed his own cock ring. "Are you ready, Will?" Hannibal asked and made sure that his submissive servant still had the bell. Will only moaned in response. He was unprepared for the briskness with which Hannibal first pulled out the anal beads and then shoved his own, well-lubed cock into Will's butt. Will moaned, but to be honest it was more pleasure and pain. He would have never thought that he would have liked to be in pain during sex. But with Hannibal it just felt so good. There was no other person he could have done things that he did with Hannibal. Neither his wife nor anybody else.

Will's moans grew louder while Hannibal was working in him. He could hear his husband's heavy breath as he was doing all the work. Will started touching himself, but Hannibal slapped his hand away. "You have not deserved your release yet," Hannibal warned him with his deep voice. Hannibal was entirely out of breath when he finally gave a moan-scream and released his full load into Will. His movements became slower and finally stopped. He enjoyed one last moment being inside his husband, before pulling out. Before Will could sink down on the bed, Hannibal turned him around to face him.

SMACK. That was a slap that Will had not seen coming (mainly because he was still blindfolded). Out of breath, he did nothing but endure whatever Hannibal had in store for him. It was a positive surprise now that suddenly he felt Hannibal's very peculiar lips sucking his balls. After all the pain he had endured, his gently touch of his lover's mouth felt even better. Hannibal aspirated his warm breath on Will's testicles, and then moved further upwards, along his penis until he engulfed his glans. He took the penis further in and wetted it properly. Will continued doing nothing but moaning and enjoying the moment.

Hannibal did not need to do much work to make Will come in his mouth. Hannibal tasted it all, but as he knew that Will liked to share their treasure, he undid the gag and gave him a kiss so that he could taste himself. Then he released him from the blindfold and his chest restraints. Fully freed, Will looked over to Hannibal who had laid down beside him.

"That was wonderful," Will said while still being quite out of breath.

"I love you, Will," Hannibal said and now his hand was touching Will's cheeks with a gentleness that they had not felt the entire evening.

I would definitely like some feedback on this chapter :)