“No! Stop! Get away!”
Hannibal continued taking off his clothes. When he was fully nude, he got on top of the bed. On top of Will.
The ram continued to protest as Hannibal licked at his right nipple and thumbed the left. Hannibal made sure to use gentle touches. He was curious to see what the prey animal looked like in ecstasy.
Will turned his head and looked away. He knew that any second now he would feel sharp, stabbing pain in his rectum. Will wanted to struggle. He knew he could break the handcuffs, but that would put an end to his plans of escape.
The ram felt tears roll down his cheeks. He had to endure this torture if he ever wanted to escape. He mentally prepared himself for the pain.
But none came. At least not yet. Will felt the predator’s hands on him, playing with him. He felt fingers curl around his member, coaxing it to harden. He felt a tongue lick his pucker. He felt a wet finger breach his entrance. It still hadn’t hurt yet. The finger moved this way and that, in and out. The finger was removed and replaced with two. Two very slippery fingers toyed with his small pink hole before dipping inside. They moved gently inside him. They stretched him. They didn’t hurt. Not yet.
The hand that was pumping his cock was working leisurely, as if the beast was just teasing him. It worked to get him hard. Will hated it. He hated that the leopard was better at playing with his body than Will, himself was. He was mad that he couldn’t wholly say it didn’t feel good.
But the predator still hadn’t put his tool inside him. That, Will knew, was sure to hurt.
Will felt Hannibal remove his fingers, then felt a blunt object against his hole. Will knew this feeling. It was a warning. This was it. The pain was about to come. Will pursed his lips and kept telling himself not to fight, to not break the handcuffs. He tensed.
“Look at me,” Will heard the predator say.
He kept his eyes shut tight.
The leopard licked up his neck. Then up his temple. “Will,” the beast said softly. It was a whisper in his ear. Will felt the predator’s warm breath on his cheek. His cock barely touching his pucker. It rubbed circles around the small hole. Then it was gone. It had left him.
Will felt the predator shift on top of him. Then the fingers at his cock pulled down his foreskin. Lips suddenly kissed his cockhead. Then the beast’s tongue was licking him. Will could feel the predator’s lips, his tongue, his breath. They tickled his cock. Will felt a bead of precome leave his piss slit. The tongue lapped it up.
Will opened one of his eyes a crack. He made eye contact with the leopard right before the other animal sucked him down to the root.
The ram couldn’t hold back his moan.
Shit, why did it have to feel good? Why was the beast toying with him? Will just wanted the other animal to hurry up and rape him so it could all be over.
“Nooo,” Will moaned. He heard the beast chuckle. The tongue slid over his member as the mouth sucked at the base of his cock. The pressure was incredible. He felt the mouth begin to pull off him. Will couldn’t control his body. He bucked upward trying to get more of his cock in the predator’s mouth.
Then there were hands on his thighs, holding him down. The mouth left him.
“You are so desperate for release,” Hannibal said. “I like seeing you this way.”
Will didn’t know what to say. He hated that his own body was betraying him. Hannibal Lecter was a scary predator that was going to eat him. The leopard was currently raping him. Where was his fear? He looked into the eyes of the beast above him. The intensity of those maroon eyes gave him goose bumps. He watched as the other animal licked up the underside of his cock. Hannibal’s eyes never leaving his.
“Tell me, Will,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face. “Has anyone ever sucked you off like I am doing now? Be truthful.”
Will blushed and finally managed to look away. He stared up at the ceiling. It was plain white and Will wished it had some kind of design he could focus on.
“Will, I don’t like repeating myself.” He felt the tip of the man’s tongue tease his piss slit. When he still didn’t respond a hand came up to cup his testicles. A thumb massaged his ballsack gently before he felt the predator add pressure. It was a warning.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I’ve never…no one’s ever…”
“You’ve never received a blowjob?”
Will stared hard at the ceiling. “No.”
Will just heard the predator make a humming sound before his cock was fully incased in the beast’s mouth once more. The hand on his balls went back to massaging him gently.
There were a few times during the blowjob that Will thought he was on the brink of having an orgasm, but whenever he got close, Hannibal pulled away. It was torture and Will hated himself for wanting to come.
The third time this happened will felt tears leave his eyes. “Stop,” he pleaded.
“Stop?”
“Stop teasing me.”
Will looked at the predator who was now licking his cockhead leisurely while he gently fingered Will’s hole. The beast had gone back to stretching him while he gave Will pleasure and after a while the fingers in his ass started to feel really good. They rubbed his inner walls. A place Will never thought would bring him pleasure. He couldn’t help the sounds that came from his own mouth.
“Please,” he gave in. He didn’t want to beg the predator. He knew the beast saw him as a sex toy. He was just playing with his food. Will’s life meant nothing to him. How dare he get pleasure from such a person. How dare he beg his captor to give him more pleasure. But he wanted to come. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was so close. He’d hate himself later. That was fine. Right now he needed release.
“Please, I need…I need…” He couldn’t say it. “Please.”
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Hannibal looked down at the sultry image the ram made, stretched out on his bed. His chest heaved, sweat dripped down his body, his ragged breaths, his slightly open mouth. His perky nipples, cock hard in Hannibal’s grasp…the leopard took it all in. He bathed in the view. It was so erotic, so tantalizing…he could imagine a large, oval silver platter underneath the skinny ram with greens surrounding his prize.
Hannibal wanted to take him now. In every sense of the word. He wanted to fuck him hard. He wanted to bring the ram’s thigh to his mouth and kiss it before ripping out a chunk of fresh meat. He understood why the grizzly bear ate his food so boorishly.
Hannibal moved up his prey while keeping a hand on the ram’s cock. He stared hungrily down at Will.
“I know what you need. Don’t worry, it would be rude of me to deny your release when you are so very willing. But first you need to use your manners and tell me exactly what you want.”
Will tried to look away again, but Hannibal grabbed his jaw. “Do me this courtesy Will, and I promise you’ll be rewarded.”
He saw the anguish in the ram’s eyes. He didn’t want to give into his basic needs. He didn’t want Hannibal—a predator—to give him this release. He would be betraying himself, his kind.
It was lovely to watch.
“I…” Will began. “Please. I need to…” The ram swallowed hard. “I need to come.”
“Yes,” Hannibal said, satisfied. “That’s right. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.” He smiled down at the ram, who closed his eyes out of embarrassment. “I’ll let you come now,” he whispered in the ram’s furry ear. He pumped Will’s cock harder, faster. He looked down at Will’s open lips. The ram was breathing heavy. He was right on the edge. His lips looked so good. Pink and inviting. Hannibal imagined what they would taste like. Hannibal licked his own lips. He could sink his teeth in. He could take a bite.
Hannibal brought his lips to Will’s but he didn’t take that bite. He found himself kissing the ram instead. His tongue found Will’s and he dove deeper. It was good. So good. He pumped the ram’s cock even faster. Then the ram bucked up. He shook. Hannibal kept stroking Will’s cock as he orgasmed. Then the ram stilled on the bed. Hannibal took his mouth off Will’s. He looked down at the milky seed that had splashed the ram’s stomach. Hannibal moved down and licked it up. It was the first time he’d tasted his partner’s cum. It was bitter, but not bad.
Hannibal looked down at the still ram on the bed. Will’s eyes were closed. His breathing was still ragged, but beginning to calm. The ram was as relaxed as he was ever going to get. Now was the time. Hannibal was still rock hard as he positioned himself right at Will’s pucker. He gave the ram no warning before slowly inserting his cock inside.
He watched as Will’s eyes opened and looked down at what was happening.
“It’s alright, Will. That didn’t hurt you, did it?”
The ram didn’t speak. Hannibal continued to push himself inside Will’s tight heat. He’d loosened the passage and relaxed Will enough for Hannibal to be sure that Will only felt pressure. Not pain. Not this time.
The leopard went balls-deep inside his ram.
“Ooohhh!” Will moaned loudly.
“You like that? You like when I thrust inside you?”
“I…”
Hannibal knew Will wanted to protest. He was too stubborn to say he enjoyed being fucked. That was okay…for now. “Don’t worry. You are going to love this.” Hannibal thrust inside the ram slowly and rubbed up against Will’s prostate. The ram arched his back off the bed and moaned. “Yes, your hole will become addicted to this feeling.”
The ram looked at him with hate-filled eyes. Hannibal just thrust himself a little quicker, poking the ram’s prostate aggressively. Will’s eyes rolled back and he moaned again.
“It’s okay to let yourself enjoy this,” Hannibal said as he picked up the pace. And Will was enjoying this. His cock was standing at attention again. Waiting for release. But Hannibal wasn’t going to touch it this time. He wanted Will to come from his ass alone. A proper prostate milking. He wanted Will to understand that Hannibal’s presence could bring him both pain and pleasure. Would bring both.
And so Hannibal continued to fuck Will good and hard. He changed their position. He had his ram on his front with his ass in the air. Doggy style. He loved seeing Will’s cock sway back and forth with each of Hannibal’s thrusts.
The leopard placed a finger at the top of Will’s back, between his shoulder blades and traced that finger down Will’s spine. So fragile; so easily broken. Hannibal had to suppress the urge to hurt the ram as he fucked him. It was all instinct. He wanted to rip and tear and maim. He wanted to pull Will’s slightly curly hair and bite into his neck. He wanted to hear Will scream and beg and fight.
But he couldn’t. Hannibal also wanted to fuck Will sensually. This time he wanted to see the ram in pleasure. To see him give in to Hannibal. He wanted to claim Will. Every part of him. He wanted to claim Will’s body. He wanted Will’s body to submit to him. To a predator. He wanted Will’s mind. He wanted to take up every thought the ram had. And he wanted Will’s spirit. He wanted the ram’s pain and pleasure. Hannibal had always been selfish and greedy. He knew that about himself. He wanted Will. Wanted everything Will had, everything having Will meant. Will was his prey.
Hannibal’s thoughts sent him over the edge. He thrust brutally into the ram; pulverized his prey’s prostate with each thrust. The ram yelped as his pleasure spot was hit over and over, mercilessly until Will had no choice but to come violently on the bed. Practically convulsing from overstimulation.
Hannibal released his seed deep inside the ram’s trembling rectum.
Hannibal laid on top of Will until they both calmed down. The leopard removed himself from the ram’s hole. He saw no blood on his member this time, only his own cum. He laid next to Will. The ram had his face buried in the pillows. Hannibal knew it was from embarrassment.
“You’re going to suffocate in there,” Hannibal chuckled.
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Will would not look at the predator. He’d rather die. How could he have come from being raped? The leopard’s cock had been inside him. It had thrust without caring. It had hur—but it hadn’t hurt. Not at all. Will had definitely felt discomfort at times. That was to be expected. Hannibal’s cock was huge so of course it wouldn’t just slide right in, but it didn’t hurt him. It could have. It had destroyed him the last time. But this time it had felt so goo—could he admit to himself that it had felt good? More than good?
How? How could it have felt that way? Nothing had ever felt that way. The things that cock did inside him, the places it touched, rubbed—it had felt better than the blowjob the beast had given him. It had felt immeasurably better than all those handjobs he’d given himself in the comfort of his own home over the years.
This predator, this snow leopard, was going to eat him. He was going to rip Will limb from limb and devour him. So how could he have made Will feel so good?
And beyond that, Will wasn’t gay. He wasn’t. He never watched gay porn. He may have snuck a peak at some gay giraffe on ram porn back when he was in high school, but that was because he had been confused. Ram’s being homosexuals was just a stereotype. A dangerous stereotype. Rams were still suffering the consequences of that stereotype back in Land of Prey. Rams were hardly ever hired for ‘manly’ jobs and it was sometimes hard for Will to be taken seriously.
And Will had definitely suffered the consequences when his dad had found the gay porn on Will’s computer. Will’s dad was one of the manliest rams Will knew. His horns were huge and curled. He had a nice beard and well-maintained muscles. Will’s dad looked like a cool lumberjack. He was so disappointed when his only son’s horns never grew past scurs. Though he was more disappointed when he found the gay porn.
Will’s dad beat him with a belt for half an hour that night. He yelled at Will and told him he was going to ruin rams’ reputation even further. He told him that no ram of his was going to perpetuate such a disgusting stereotype. Rams were tough and they were built to fight with their horns. They were strong and smart. They were not effeminate like everyone thought. They were not pussies.
“I know you aren’t a fucking pussy, right Will?” His dad had yelled at him.
“No! I’m sorry!” Will screamed as he was getting beat.
“No son of mine will take it up the ass like some god-damn bitch!”
“I’m sorry! I’m not gay! I’m sorry!”
“You better fucking believe you’re not!”
The beating went on like that until Will’s dad got tired. Then he sat Will down and told him that he had to be a man and show everyone that rams weren’t effeminate. They weren’t gay. He told Will that if he ever caught him looking at such filth again he’d disown him. “I’ll have no faggots living in my home, understand?” Was what his dad had said. Will promised he wouldn’t. Will wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a faggot. He would be a manly ram like his dad.
A month later his dad had enrolled him in military school. Will had hated it, but that’s where he had found his passion: the Prey FBI. When he graduated military school he actively began studying toward being an agent. His dad was proud.
Now Will had just had gay sex. His ass had felt a man. And it had felt good. Will knew he wasn’t gay. Truly he wasn’t. If he allowed himself to think about his sexuality, then deep down—really deep down—Will knew he was attracted to men, yes, but he was also attracted to women.
Ever since that day with his dad Will never looked at gay porn again. And that was okay. Women were beautiful. He wanted to have sex with them. It was fine that he changed the channel when he saw that the porno he was watching featured two guys. He didn’t need to watch that. And he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a faggot.
Will looked toward the nightstand.
How could Will convince himself that it hadn’t felt good?
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Hannibal watched as Will fell asleep next to him. When the ram was finally lightly snoring, Hannibal got up. He looked at the ram’s hole. His cum was seeping out. It made the leopard smile.
Then the man went to the kitchen and got out another bottle of wine to try. He uncorked it, smelled it, and poured a small amount into a wine glass. He took a sip. Still not right.
He needed to find the right wine and quick. Hannibal was growing addicted to fucking the ram. Will was just so delicious in bed. He wanted to keep having sex with the prey animal and that just wouldn’t do. The longer he kept the ram the more danger he was in. The chance of being caught went up. He needed to eat his prize soon.
Then his phone rang.
Hannibal looked at the time. Who would be rude enough to call this late? He didn’t recognize the number. He picked up the phone anyway.
“Hello?”
“Is this Dr. Hannibal Lecter?”
“Yes.” Hannibal paused. “May I ask who’s calling so late at night?”
“Sorry,” the man said briskly as if the late hour wasn’t a thing he should be concerned about. “This is Paul Grooger. You know Senator Paul Grooger.”
“Hello Senator,” Hannibal said politely. Paul Grooger was the grizzly bear that had been in Will’s auction. Also, a former client. “What can I help you with?”
“Nothing much, just wanted to chat. It’s been a while since I went to your office and I thought I’d make an appointment.”
“Appointments are made with my secretary between nine and five. I don’t make appointments from home.”
“Yes, well, it’s a bit urgent. I thought you might pencil me in tomorrow around two?”
“Unfortunately I already have another client at that time.”
“I told you it’s urgent.” Hannibal heard the man sigh on the other end of the phone. “Fine. I guess we could always meet after hours.”
Was this man serious? Did he really expect such special treatment just because he was a senator? “Unfortunately we are closed after hours.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know that. I’m saying I need to talk to you anyway. If you don’t want to meet in your office I know of this nice little Italian place. It’ll be my treat. They know me there. We’ll get a private booth. Do you know the place on Winter Street?” The bear didn’t allow Hannibal to answer. “I’ll meet you there at, oh, we’ll say around seven pm.” Then the bear hung up.
Hannibal was pissed. He had already planned to go wine tasting. Now he was stuck babysitting the senator. And Hannibal already knew what the bear wanted to talk about. This had nothing at all to do with therapy. The grizzly bear wanted his lamb.
Hannibal wasn’t about to give Will up for anything.
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