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The news was like a punch to the gut. It came in the form of a letter, and when he ignored that, two white clad government officials at his finishing school graduation ceremony, with a restraining collar and anti-bite muzzle, as if he was somehow violent. Will imagined that in the moment he could be.
Doctor Lecter, in his immaculate suit and with his slicked-back hair framing his severe face, was waiting by his 2000 Bentley Arnage. A fact roughly pulled from Will's minimal knowledge of cars. His dad was a general handyman, a jack-of-all-trades, who enjoyed tinkering on cars only slightly less than boats. That is, until he went and died, and left Will to the state, unprepared for, or as his finishing school trainer liked to say, unfit for Alpha.
Hannibal Lecter was a stranger, known only to Will by his name signed in perfect, neat cursive right next to the empty line requesting his own signature, which he had failed to deliver by the deadline.
While Alphas, like Hannibal, were afforded more latitude in finding a mate independently, the government still required them to take an Omega mate. Wanting to stay out from the government's headbeams, nonetheless, had driven the doctor to scout out a potential mate for a man of his unique tastes by offering his services in correcting the undesirables. If not, they would provide themselves as useful ingredients.
"I'll take it from here. Thank you, gentlemen," said Hannibal, taking the reins so to speak. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Will Graham. Your trainer has spoken to me at length about you. An omega with your unique temperament is not unheard of, but rare. I have hope that together we will overcome it."
His trainer was a moron, who'd made it a hobby of making Will's life hell - as if losing his dad wasn't bad enough. But Will refused to grace him with a response. He simply stood and watched the other men leave him to his fate, and let the realization churn his stomach.
There was nothing he could do now.
***
After a two hour drive in miserable silence accompanied by the maddening sounds of chamber music, he was delivered to Baltimore. The Doctor's house was palatial, and it was all his, provided he was good.
"Do you bite, Will?" Hannibal asked, as he traced his finger along the breathing holes of the muzzle secured to Will's wary face. Curious.
Will shook his head slowly.
"Then, do you speak? Use your words."
A short nod of his head, this time. Followed by, "Fuck you. I'm not a dog."
Hannibal smiled, amused instead of angered. "Some would argue that our experience is similar to that of canids. We are biologically inclined to seek out a suitable mate for the purpose of breeding; we would be remiss to ignore it."
"More like forced." Will grit his teeth, considering whether he should risk biting him. What else did he have to lose? "I was doing just fine without one. I've never felt the need or biologically inclined or whatever."
"So your trainer has mentioned. He also mentioned that you were disobedient. Unruly. Nonsubmissive." Hannibal's fingers were like the long legs of a spider, and the way they crawled over his see-through muzzle as he spoke of his alleged defects sent an unpleasant shiver down Will's spine.
"Disturbed." Hannibal added.
"So? All the more reason to let me go." Will tried, voice cracking with just how close he was to suffocating on his panic. “Take me back.”
"I'll ask once more. Do you bite, Will?"
"Please -"
Deciding to leave the muzzle in place, Hannibal led Will further from his flimsy hope of being let go by pushing the front door open from the jaws of the foyer and into the bowels of his dining room.
One look at Will was enough for Hannibal to decide that it would be in his best interest to stay. He was a beautiful Omega boy, eighteen, almost nineteen years of age. Sharp, blue eyes nestled above the dark shadows of his under eyes that spoke of something darker tucked inside, that saw more than Will cared to disclose. He was a pale, waif of a thing, not yet emaciated, but on the verge of becoming that way. What else had he neglected besides his nutrition?
It was a good thing, for Will, that Hannibal had come along when he had.
The twinge of interest in the boy not only disturbed and surprised him, it intrigued him, made him want to crack open the ribs of it and reach inside to hold it, examine it.
To help him acclimate to the scent of his new territory, he gave Will a quick tour around the house, save for the basement. When that was over, he gave Will a sedative by mixing it into a glass of water, which he forcibly made Will drink through a straw in the breathing hole of his muzzle. He would need it for what was to come.
The water tasted bitter. Will gagged. A stray tear slid down his cheek. He wanted to reach up and wipe it, but his hands were still bound, and so all he could do was shake his head in annoyance. "Can you... at least unbind my hands?" he groaned.
Hannibal ran a hand through his uncombed hair as reward for his compliance. "I will. But not yet. There's just one more thing."
To keep Jack Crawford, the finishing school's appointed evaluator, happy, there were to be monthly examinations. Hannibal had stressed the importance of being the one responsible for evaluating Will's health, without the involvement of a third-party. He needed to know if Will was clean, if he was as untouched as they claimed, and he wanted to do it with his own hands.
***
Will swam out of the warm darkness he was cocooned in and was immediately met with the unnerving sensation of being exposed.
Will had been sedated with a healthy dose of chloral hydrate, an old sedative but one Hannibal appreciated for its ability to be dissolved into an unsuspecting patient - or Omega’s - drink. While he was unconscious, Hannibal took the opportunity to get Will prepared for his first of many monthly examinations.
Will had been efficiently stripped of his clothing and given just a small fabric square to cover his lower half, his muzzle replaced with a dental gag which left him with his mouth held open and unable to bite, and strapped to an exam bed. His legs were spread uncomfortably wide, and restrained on to stirrups. Between his legs was a conveniently located rolling stool. Most alarmingly, there was a large surgical lamp over him, aimed right at the little fabric square preserving what was left of his dignity.
The only thing Will could move was his head, and he was anxiously tossing it around trying to see where he was.
Hannibal was just at the edge of Will’s peripheral vision, preparing an alarmingly well-stocked instrument tray, but turned around just as he heard Will scream and start to struggle against his bonds.
“Hello, Will. Did you have a nice rest? As I’m sure Jack explained, I’m to give you regular health checks.”
Hannibal knew full well Jack had not explained to Will about the regular examinations, feeling it was best to not make the dysfunctional Omega any more stressed, but he enjoyed the panicked searching of memory that his greeting produced.
Will attempted to protest that Jack most definitely had not mentioned this, but it just came out as indignant shrieks and moans with the gag in his mouth.
“Oh, hush. This’ll be just like the exams you had at school. Now are you going to be a good boy and let me check your temperature?”
Hannibal walked towards Will with a small, partially hidden object in his hand. Will panicked again, throwing his head around wildly and trying to injure Hannibal when he grabbed his head and tried to hold him still.
Hannibal just tutted pleasedly at Will. Hannibal was so glad to see he truly had spirit, it would be a shame to break him on the first day of having him.
Hannibal let his head go and went off to grab the instrument tray, a box of gloves and a few other items from the cupboards dotted around the room. Humming to himself, Hannibal got everything set up on top of a rolling cart and walked to the end of the exam bed where Will was trapped.
“There are many ways to check an Omega’s temperature, Will. Out of consideration for this being your first day with me, I was going to check it orally. However, since you decided to be difficult, we’ll have to use an alternative option.”
Will panicked, immediately realizing what Hannibal was planning to do, but Hannibal just tutted at him again.
Making sure he had Will’s attention, Hannibal repositioned the surgical light to get a better view of Will’s genitals. He then dramatically snapped on a pair of gloves and applied lubricant to his fingers and the rectal thermometer.
Will became incredibly tense the second he felt Hannibal poking around at his hole, tensing even more when Hannibal began to try and push into him.
“Shh, shh. Relax, Will. Just relax. It’ll be so much easier if you just let go. Shh.”
Hannibal’s faux comforting did little to soothe Will. Hannibal paused his attempts to digitally penetrate Will and while still cooing at him, harshly smacked his hole which made it spasm. Hannibal took the opportunity to push into Will and assess his internal slick glands.
Will was so, so, so tight.
He was unquestionably a virgin and the Alpha in Hannibal was delighted. Will would be all his.
Pressing in further, Hannibal felt for Will’s internal slick glands. He found them almost immediately, they were extremely swollen and abnormally firm. At the same time, Will released a pained shriek.
Hannibal was concerned that neither Jack nor the school’s doctor had noticed how severely impacted Will’s glands were, as even a student doing their first ever Omegan internal exam would immediately be able to recognize this finding.
“Your glands are very swollen, I’ll need to express them.”
Will protested readily, as was to be expected as having one’s slick glands expressed when they were this swollen was not only humiliating but painful.
Hannibal decided to offer a compromise, as the progress Jack demanded required trust. And trust required the occasional compromise.
“I will leave them alone for now, if you agree to let me express them at bedtime.”
Will agreed, and Hannibal removed his finger. Will’s relief was short lived however, as Hannibal’s finger was immediately replaced with a thermometer.
Will made another humiliated and pained noise, and Hannibal just chuckled at him and made himself more comfortable on the stool between Will’s legs.
Once the thermometer beeped, Hannibal pulled it out and quickly cleaned it.
“A slight temperature, which is likely from an infection in your slick glands.”
“I’ll give you a choice. Would you like to do your STD testing or your dental exam next?”
Will glared at Hannibal, recognizing that his gag would prevent him from clearly indicating his preference.
Hannibal laughed at him, finding his glare rather endearing and turned back to the instrument tray. After careful consideration, he selected a speculum and some swabs.
Will became distressed at the sight of the speculum, which was significantly smaller than the standard one meant for mated Omegas but still intimidatingly large, but Hannibal just cooed faux comfortingly at him and grabbed a syringe filled with a mild sedative out of the cart.
Without any warning, Will felt a prick in his thigh and then became very floppy.
As much as Hannibal was enjoying fighting with Will, he didn’t want to do sutures today. Which was a highly likely outcome of attempting a speculum exam on such a tense, actively resistant Omega.
Once Hannibal was satisfied with Will’s level of muscle relaxation, he carefully slipped in one lubricated finger. One became two, two became three.
Certain that he could now complete the exam without tearing Will’s delicate skin and muscle, Hannibal inserted the speculum and carefully cranked it open. Will mewled, clearly not appreciating the stretch, but was unable to do much while sedated and restrained.
Hannibal was afforded an excellent view of Will’s cervix, which appeared pink and healthy, and his very clearly infected slick glands.
Hannibal first did the STD testing swabs, which Will did not seem to find particularly objectionable, although he made a pained whimper when Hannibal got close to one of his swollen glands.
Finished with the STD testing, Hannibal moved on to collecting a culture from Will’s infected glands. He placed his free hand on Will’s hip, to stabilize him, and with his other hand thoroughly swabbed over every centimeter of infected slick gland. Once, twice, three times.
Although the culture collection lasted less than a minute, to Will it felt like an eternity. A strange, cruel Alpha had buried his hand deep inside him and then pressed on all the most painful, inflamed parts of him. He wondered if he’d died and gone to hell.
Will screamed silently, and it was fascinating to watch. Hannibal was tempted to draw the culture collection out, just to see what would happen. But this Omega was intriguing, and it would be more enjoyable to see what he would become then to feast on his pain now.
That didn’t mean that Hannibal couldn’t enjoy Will’s suffering a bit though.
Hannibal waited until Will calmed somewhat before removing the speculum. Then Hannibal spoke. “Did the school ever discuss Omegan personal hygiene with you? I really only see slick gland infections in Omegas who don’t clean themselves properly.”
In truth, slick gland infections were typically caused by a dysfunctional, tense pelvic floor, which prevented normal slick expression, and a lack of knotting. Will clearly had both, and for his long-term health both would need to be addressed. But Will didn’t need to know that now.
“I need to collect a urine sample, Will. Can I trust you to attend to that yourself, or will I need to do it for you?”
Will nodded vigorously, attempting to indicate he could provide the specimen himself, not daring to even imagine how Hannibal would go about extracting it.
“Are you sure? Given how badly your slick glands are infected, you clearly can’t be trusted to clean yourself properly.”
Hannibal reached over to the instrument tray and grabbed a catheter, still in its sterile packaging, and showed it to Will.
Will pathetically whimpered and attempted to articulate his pleas and assurances he could manage the task, although the gag made them incomprehensible.
“If you’re sure. I’ll show you to the bathroom after we finish. Please try and clean yourself thoroughly beforehand, if the specimen indicates infection then I will need to collect a sterile sample to confirm.”
Hannibal tapped the catheter for emphasis, but was satisfied that the Omega could be trusted to complete that test properly and was suitably cowed to cooperate with whatever humiliations he fancied including under the guise of collecting a clean specimen.
Hannibal finished Will’s reproductive exam with a cursory examination of Will’s Omegan penis and testicles. Both were much smaller than an Alpha’s, but more in line with what one would expect from a small Beta rather than an Omega.
This was likely due to Will’s delayed presentation, and beyond adding on a few additional hormonal panels to the planned blood tests Hannibal thought little of it. The delayed presentation may have affected Will’s fertility, but Hannibal was not particularly interested in having pups.
Hannibal removed his gloves and stood. He repositioned the surgical light to shine brightly over Will’s face and his now uncomfortably dry mouth.
Shifting things round on his rolling cart of horrors, Hannibal assembled a threateningly wide array of dental tools.
Hannibal got all his supplies nicely rearranged at the head of the bed, now clearly in Will’s view, and then leisurely rolled his stool over to Will’s head.
Hannibal put on clean gloves, less dramatically this time, and then picked up a dental probe and mirror and began examining all of Will’s teeth.
Satisfied that none would require an emergent dental appointment, although annoyed that dental pain was not the cause of Will’s starvation, Hannibal moved on to assessing Will’s gums and other mucosa.
His tissue was abnormally pale, likely due to diet-induced anemia, but otherwise healthy.
Smiling to himself, Hannibal picked up a small ruler and measured Will’s Omegan fangs. Jack had mentioned that they were abnormally long, as most Omegas’ parents had their children’s fangs filed down after they presented, but Hannibal was welcome to decide if Will’s fangs were filed or not.
“Do you like these?” Hannibal asked, tapping on Will’s long fangs.
Will nodded, concerned where this conversation was going.
“Jack has agreed to let me decide if you keep them or not. I’m inclined to let you keep them.”
Will nodded rapidly, trying to show his gratitude while hiding his fury that his designation meant he couldn’t even decide whether he kept his fangs.
Omegan fangs were like a cat’s claws. An essential defense mechanism. And nearly every Omega lost their fangs because Alphas found it off-putting, threatening and unsightly.
Finished with the dental exam, Hannibal removed the dental gag and replaced Will’s muzzle. He rather liked the look of the muzzled Omega.
Hannibal made a note to commission his leatherworker to make Will a leather muzzle, matched to the robust restraint set Hannibal already had made for Will. All of Hannibal’s possessions were tasteful and well cared for, and he saw no reason why this Omega should be any different.
Hannibal changed his gloves once again, and set a kidney dish filled with IV supplies and tubes for blood samples on Will’s stomach.
Tying a tourniquet tightly around Will’s arm, Hannibal found it very difficult to find a suitable vein. This was unusual for Hannibal, who despite giving up surgery years ago was still a skilled phlebotomist, but to be expected given that Will clearly did not regularly engage in eating or drinking.
After much tapping and palpitating, Hannibal found a suitable spot and quickly cleaned it before inserting the IV.
He took 13 vials of blood, glad that Will did not have the option to stand up as Hannibal was worried he would faint, and then attached the IV to a freshly prepared bag of broad spectrum IV antibiotics.
Hannibal would likely be able to switch Will to oral antibiotics after this initial infusion, unless the cultures indicated an antibiotic-resistant infection. In which case, Hannibal would get to place a central line, ostensibly to administer weeks and weeks of IV antibiotics. He smiled at the thought, delighted at the possibility of having direct, constant access to Will’s heart.
“I’d like you to stay here until your medication has finished. Then I’ll take you to the bathroom to get the sample, and then to your room so you can have a nap.”
Hannibal finally lowered Will’s legs from the stirrups, although he left the other restraints in place. He did not trust Will to leave his IV alone or to stay lying down.
Noticing that Will was beginning to shiver, Hannibal grabbed a soft blanket out of one of the cupboards and covered Will from shoulder to knee.
Finally trusting that the Alpha was done probing every inch of his body, Will gave in to his exhaustion and began to gently drift to sleep.
Hannibal, meanwhile, was considering if he should introduce knotting dildos and pelvic floor massage at today’s bedtime or wait till after Will was more settled.
***
Will’s eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the room, and for a blissful moment he imagined himself back home with his dogs, out from the claws of his trainer, humiliation and abuse. It was worse than that when the memory of the doctor’s cold and clinical touch rushed back. He gasped his first unobstructed breath, glad, at least, that both the muzzle and dental gag had been removed.
Hannibal observed Will and the conflict of emotions dance across his face. He carefully shut his journal and laid it on his lap. To pass the time, he’d taken notes on Will’s condition. Half for his own personal records of the Omega, the other half to appease Crawford - though, he had embellished a few things on that end.
Will’s nose instinctively turned to Hannibal, detecting his presence by his powerful scent. Humiliation and indignation flared into an angry, hot coal in his chest. But after the hell he’d just experienced, he had little desire to find out what real punishment looked like, and so, he held back the fangs he’d generously been given permission to keep.
The catheter that rested on top of the nightstand was more effective than cold water in jump starting Will’s system, when noticing it out of the corner of his groggy eyes. Wide awake now and pale, he glanced uncertainly at the Alpha. Silent.
Hannibal took great pleasure in seeing Will’s distress; it carried with it a particularly sweet scent. “I still require a urine sample, Will. Let me ask you again, are you absolutely sure I can trust you to do it on your own?”
“Yes.” Will licked his dry lips. “I can… do it myself,” he pleaded pitifully, sweating.
Hannibal hummed and craned his neck at him, eyeing him up and down. “I will accompany you to the bathroom, then.” After placing his journal next to the catheter, he rose gracefully from his chair. “We really must do something about your lack of hygiene. This way, I can observe you and make sure you’re cleaning yourself correctly.”
“No.”
“No?” Hannibal raised a brow and waited for him to explain himself.
Will swallowed with instant regret. He wanted to disappear - even finishing school was kinder than this, but only marginally. Hannibal’s constant ridicule about his hygiene horrified him, brought back bad memories and cruelly stressed what Will already knew at the back of his mind: that he was dirty.
“I promise I can do it myself, so that’s not necessary… you don’t have to come with me. I can piss in a cup just fine,” Will said, through gritted teeth.
Disregarding him, Hannibal stepped toward the adjoining bathroom to Will’s room and held the door open wide. “I’m sure you’re now aware that you have an infection, you were sedated but not unconscious. If you can prove to me that you do know how to properly care for yourself, then I will leave the matter alone and you may use the restroom at your own leisure. If you can’t, however, I will accompany you from now on - to every bathroom trip.”
Will went grudgingly, aware that no matter what he did, Hannibal would find a new way to torment him.
Prior to Will waking, Hannibal had helpfully arranged for him the specimen cup and sanitary wipes, lining them up neatly on the edge of the countertop next to the toilet for ease of access.
Will stepped up to the rim of the toilet bowl and, desperate to get it over with, lowered his pants and underwear and slowly withdrew his dick.
Behind him, Hannibal tsked, and Will froze.
"Wash your hands first. Or I'll take the task upon myself. Must I really do everything for you?" Hannibal chided.
The catheter flashed before his eyes. Will shook his head vigorously and, without turning around, hopped to the sink before Hannibal decided to change his mind.
After washing his hands, he resumed by tearing open one of the sanity wipes and giving his dick a cursory wipe, but even that wasn't good enough for Hannibal who demanded perfection in all things. Hygiene, especially.
The horrible snap of gloves echoed out through the bathroom. Will protested weakly and covered up his genitals with his hands, as Hannibal slid up behind him and held his hips in place.
"Again. And properly this time. Clean the head thoroughly and then make a stroke down and around toward your stomach. You don't want to skew your results and have to do it all again, do you?" Gloved fingers splayed across his hip bone threateningly in the direction of Will's limp cock, brushing down into his thick, dark pubic hair.
Will's entire body tensed. No, no, no.
But then, the fingers stopped in their journey, and hot breath tickled Will's ear and gave rise to an unwanted heat in his belly.
"Do you need me to help demonstrate how to clean yourself?" Hannibal asked, delighted by the way Will's curls tickled his nose and smelled so sweet, as the boy frantically denied his help.
Will shakily followed his instructions to a T, if only to prevent Hannibal from taking matters into his own hands. He very, very carefully aimed himself and peed into the cup after a panic-stricken moment of retention.
Finally, the humiliation was over and Will could breathe again. Though, not for long.
Because of the two small mishaps occurring from his nerves, he had failed to prove Hannibal of his ability to clean himself, that he wasn't dirty. Which meant -
Hannibal stripped back the shower curtains and, with a calculated look of distaste, gestured for him to get in the tub.
He regretted deeply not getting the chance to use the catheter on Will, but that could always be arranged at a later date. By then, Will might even beg him to do it.
But for now, "It's like I feared. You will shower first before I allow you to join me in the dining room. I won't risk the spread of germs."
An infection in his slick glands wasn't infectious as far as he was aware, but judging by the look on Hannibal's face and his behavior, Will wasn't sure what was true anymore. He was the doctor, his mind reasoned, and Will was just a dirty, contagious Omega.
Defeated and tired, Will did as he was told.
***
Upon entering the dining room, Will's immediate attention was drawn to the painting of Leda and the Swan that hung mid-center above the mantle, and he felt the hopelessness of his situation that much stronger. And he felt an unappetizing amount of dread.
Will's skin was still flushed pink from the near-scalding shower he'd been forced to endure. And yet, despite these humiliations, he'd refused to whine or cry or purr out in a way that was typically expected of an Omega experiencing distress. His instinctual urge to fawn in the presence of an Alpha, or rather, a threat, was muted.
Perhaps, Hannibal speculated, it had gone undeveloped by Will's late presentation, making him more Beta than Omega in that regard. Or maybe, a rare side effect of his infection, which left Will on the rather dry side.
Regardless of the reason, while he appreciated Will in all his uniqueness, in sickness and in health, the Alpha in him would not be denied the pleasure of hearing those sweet vibrations - not if they were to be together.
The table had been set for two. A grand meal to welcome Will to his new home. Will sheepishly attempted to seat himself, but Hannibal stopped him cold with a single, absolute command.
“Kneel, please.”
Will bristled but obeyed. Anything was better than being strapped to the examination table, poked and prodded and violated. He glared at Hannibal's slate gray clad legs, keeping his head lowered as he dropped to his knees unruly next to his chair, spirits not quite yet broken, it seemed.
"Given your failure to attend to your own hygiene, it's no surprise your diet is also suffering. Your weight is far below the healthy range for Omega in your age range," Hannibal commented, sympathetic only in tone. "You need to take better care of yourself, Will."
"Not hungry," Will muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Hannibal asked innocently, burying his hand in Will’s curls and caressing him, petting him; inconspicuously acclimating Will to his scent and touch. He wanted him to crave it.
Will’s face contorted into a grimace, warring with the urge to bare his fangs at him. “I said I’m not hungry. So we can just skip this part and you can… do whatever sick thing you’re gonna do to me, and I can go to sleep.”
“Sick thing - is that what you think? I can’t sit by idly and watch you neglect yourself, Will. It may be hard to believe, but all of this is in your best interest. Eating will help give your body the strength to fight the infection, promote healing.” His eyes shined with concern. "You're skin and bones."
Will smiled bitterly, dubious. “I’m not hungry.”
"Any Omega in your position would be thrilled to be fussed over."
Will stared at the floor. "I'm not like other Omegas."
"No, you aren't. Hence why you are here," Hannibal agreed. "Most Omegas can be trusted to properly groom themselves in their desire to attract a mate. But you were a late bloomer. You've spent your most formative years pretending and believing yourself to be a Beta. Now, your instincts have suffered for it."
Will seethed quietly, knees aching against the cold, hard floor.
Still wearing gloves, Hannibal scooped up a bite-sized portion of food off from Will’s plate and held up the forkful of fatty meat to Will’s mouth. Will gagged and turned his head, shaking it furiously.
The sight infuriated Hannibal, dangerously close to those memories. Cold ones, locked behind doors no one but him had permission to traverse, and his patience fell and melted like snow until all he saw was red.
Hannibal stomped the heel of his shoe down on Will’s crotch, drawing a gurgle of pain from him. He tried again, this time pinching Will’s nose shut with his other hand and shoving his fingers into Will’s wide, gasping mouth.
“You will eat whatever I give you. And you will be grateful," said Hannibal.
Will let out a low moan around his long, rubbery fingers and wrenched himself back, spitting them out. After a panicky breath, he lifted his gaze to Hannibal, and memories of his own abuse flooded back.
Forced to eat scraps from the palms of his finishing school trainer's hand, made to crawl and beg and eat from the floor after days of starvation while the rest of the Omegas in his class looked on in pity, to make an example out of him, the only late bloomer: "This is what happens to a bad Omega. No Alpha will love them and, in rejecting their natural providers, they will starve. Mentally and bodily."
When the fork failed again to enter Will's tightly clamped mouth, Hannibal dug his foot down harder, and then began to rub it up and down his trapped length. This drew an involuntary groan from Will, granting Hannibal's fingers access again. He stimulated Will's Omega suck reflex at the back of his tongue with the harsh press of his finger, and Will immediately sucked, welcoming his fingers further despite his resistance.
As long as Hannibal pressed, all Will could do was suck and swallow whatever food was left clinging to his fingers.
Will sensed the shift in Hannibal - his instincts flared and his pheromones increased in response to it. There was an urgency in the way the Alpha doled out his punishment that hadn't been previously present. If he empathized, it made no difference.
Hannibal removed his fingers from Will’s accommodating mouth with a pop, the digits wet and shiny with Will's saliva. Horrified, Will felt a twinge down below, and he hissed as a dry trickle of slick escaped him.
Raising his head to sniff the air, Hannibal then peered down at him with a belittling smile. "It seems you've found one appetite. Feeling good, Will?"
Will clamped his lips tightly together. He refused to eat, and refused even harder now. Each time Hannibal attempted, Will simply wretched, spit, choked and snapped his teeth.
The floor was a mess, so were his clothes, as he sat there with drool shining across his lips and chin, glaring defiantly off into space. Hand feeding him was getting nowhere.
He regretted having lost himself. But if Will continued to persist with his foolish ideas of a hunger strike, that left Hannibal no other choice.
Hannibal reached out and petted one of Will’s cheeks.
“No one in my home will refuse good food. If you will not eat, I will feed you.”
Hannibal stalked out of the room. Will relaxed slightly, glad the threat had left him for the moment.
Hannibal returned with a sponge and bucket of soapy water. He put them in front of the kneeling Omega.
“Clean your mess. When you are done, meet me in your bedroom.”
***
While Will scrubbed the dining room floor, Hannibal distractedly prepared Will’s room for the evening’s treatments.
Hannibal had spent years packing away and dissecting and ignoring those memories. The cold and the pain and the horror of what he did. But Will, starving himself, brought it all back. The Omega would eat, if it was the last thing Hannibal did.
Hannibal was soothed by visions of the beautiful Omega, tied to the exam bed in the medical room, hole filled with a synthetic knot and leaking slick, a feeding tube pumping nutritionally complete formula into his stomach, a catheter draining Will’s bladder and a tube down Will’s throat, letting Hannibal breathe for Will. Will would always be safe and cared for here. He would never starve, never hurt himself, no matter how much he wanted to.
Hannibal attached the wrist cuffs to the bed and selected a spreader bar. It was one of Hannibal’s favorites, it had a D ring in the middle which could clip into the ceiling’s suspension system, pulling Will’s legs up and out of the way and leaving Hannibal’s hands free. Hannibal also grabbed some lubricant, a box of gloves, and a small knotting dildo out of Will’s night stand.
Going to the medical room, Hannibal selected a range of supplies to ensure Will ate. Getting everything nicely set up on a procedure tray, Hannibal put all his supplies on Will’s bedside table.
Hannibal finished by putting an absorbent pad on Will’s bed, roughly where his hips would go and locking the bathroom door.
Finished with his preparations, Hannibal went to find Will.
Will was shifting anxiously from foot to foot just outside his bedroom door, clearly trying to work up the nerve to come in.
Hannibal presently had minimal patience for his nonsense, and just grabbed Will’s arm and dragged him into the room.
Hannibal locked the door to the bedroom, leaving Will trapped. Will gulped, a tiny bit of slick leaking out as he realized he was trapped in a room with a very, very angry Alpha.
“Take off your pants, Will. Lay down on the bed and put your hands into the wrist cuffs.”
Suddenly having developed a sense of self-preservation, Will quickly ripped his pants off, nearly falling over in his rush to get to the bed and comply with Hannibal’s other demands.
Hannibal caught him by his collar, momentarily choking Will, before grabbing his arm and pulling him back up by the bicep. Hannibal then helped Will step out of his underwear and walked behind him to the bed, his warm hands ghosting over Will’s hips.
Will uncomfortably got on the bed, putting his hands into the cuffs which Hannibal quickly did up before Will had the sense to try and escape, but kept his legs crossed and bent at the knee, clearly trying to hide his genitals from Hannibal.
“You will eat Will.”
Hannibal added a straw to the bottle of nutritional formula on the night stand, pushing the straw into Will’s mouth.
Will gave a tentative suck, before gagging and trying to spit the formula out. It was overwhelmingly sweet and artificial tasting and Will couldn’t manage to get it down.
Sighing, Hannibal took the bottle away. Making sure he had Will’s attention, he dramatically put on a fresh pair of gloves.
Will tensed and tried to get away from Hannibal, having quickly worked out that anything involving gloves was going to be highly unpleasant, but he only succeeded in wriggling about like a caught caterpillar.
Hannibal then showed Will the feeding tube.
“No one starves in this house, Will.”
“This tube is going to go into your nose, down your esophagus and into your ungrateful stomach. I am then going to feed you every milliliter of formula you refused to eat.”
Hannibal tore open the feeding tube’s wrapper. He carefully applied a bit of lubricant to the tip, and then began forcing it into Will’s nose.
Will panicked and flailed and tried to kick Hannibal’s hands away, but Hannibal just used the hand not forcing the tube into Will to hold Will’s legs down.
“Swallow, Will. If you don’t swallow, this tube will go into your lungs. I will have to remove it. Then I will have to take you to the medical room, strap you down and do this all again. Do you want that, Will?”
Will shook his head no, and repeatedly swallowed, terrified of the idea of having this horrific procedure done to him again.
Satisfied with Will’s cooperation, Hannibal completed the procedure. Before beginning the feeding, he confirmed the tube was placed in Will’s stomach.
Grabbing a large feeding syringe from the procedure tray, Hannibal sucked up the contents of the formula bottle. He attached it to Will’s feeding tube, and slowly began pushing it into Will.
Will wiggled, not appreciating the feeling of a tube in the back of his throat and the formula trickling into his stomach.
Once Hannibal was about a third of the way through the feeding, Will gagged.
“Shh. You’re doing so well. Taking everything I give you.”
Realizing that Hannibal wasn’t going to stop until he was done, Will whimpered and more slick leaked out of his hole onto the absorbent pad underneath him.
Hannibal finished pushing in the rest of the formula, but didn’t give it a chance to settle in Will’s stomach before he was attaching a much smaller syringe filled with a thick, pink solution.
“Just the antibiotics for your infection.”
Finally finished with feeding and medicating Will, Hannibal removed the tube and disposed of the used supplies. He then removed his gloves and went down to the foot of the bed.
Will whimpered, remembering his agreement with Hannibal earlier. He had had the desperate hope that Hannibal might forget their agreement by bedtime, and he would get to avoid having his slick glands manually expressed.
Hannibal carefully grasped each of Will’s ankles and then unfolded and separated Will’s legs before locking them into the spreader bar.
More slick leaked from Will’s hole and Hannibal chuckled.
Hannibal got the spreader bar clipped into the discreet ceiling suspension system, and Will’s legs got pulled up and back - leaving his hole fully exposed to Hannibal.
Smiling at his handiwork and the slick stains on the pad underneath Will, Hannibal snapped on a fresh pair of gloves before spreading Will’s cheeks further and carefully considering Will’s hole, which seemed to be attempting to disappear under Hannibal’s scrutiny.
Tsking disapprovingly, Hannibal opened the lubricant loudly. The sound made Will flinch. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, before attempting to penetrate Will.
“Relax, Will. You’ll feel so much better afterwards. Shh. Shh.”
Will whined, he didn’t want Hannibal to do anything to his slick glands.
Losing his patience, Hannibal gave Will’s testicles a hard squeeze at the same moment he pressed into Will. The sudden jolt of pain was enough to distract Will momentarily, and for Hannibal to force his way in.
Will immediately tried to push Hannibal back out, desperate to stop this humiliating procedure from happening.
Hannibal just pressed in further, and gave Will’s testicles another hard squeeze as a correction.
Hannibal quickly found Will’s first impacted gland and began pressing on it, forcing the built up slick and infection to spurt out.
Will screamed in agony and ecstasy, for reasons he did not want to think about.
Will panted with relief once one gland was completely emptied, and resumed his efforts to force Hannibal back out.
Hannibal laughed at Will’s efforts to expel him. Seeing Will fed and cared for had improved his mood significantly, and he was once again able to appreciate Will’s rudeness.
“Oh, darling boy. We still have your other gland to express.”
Will started tearing up at that. This was the second worst day of his entire life, beaten only by the day he lost his father.
Hannibal smiled pleasedly to himself, and made short work of expressing the other gland.
The pad underneath Will was absolutely soaked in slick and infection. More interestingly, Will’s penis was standing fully erect and leaking onto Will’s stomach.
“Do you like pain, Will? Do you enjoy it when I hurt you?”
Will shook his head desperately, not trusting what would come out of his mouth.
Hannibal just flicked Will’s erection in response and moved on to the next part of Will’s bedtime preparations.
“Jack informed me that you were highly resistant to knot training. Refused to participate in any of the practicals.”
Will nodded, indicating that was true.
“Knotting is important to overall Omegan health. It promotes the release of several necessary hormones, encourages relaxation and slick expression, and prepares the body for the monthly heat.”
“I don’t care.”
“Unfortunate. I, however, care very much about your health. I will not force you to take my knot, but you will wear a knotting dildo every night.”
Will protested greatly, but Hannibal just ignored him and focused on preparing the dildo for insertion.
Deciding that it was better to insert the dildo while Will was distracted, Hannibal waited until Will’s protests reached a crescendo then quickly shoved the entire dildo into his hole in one fluid movement.
Will screamed, more in shock than in pain.
The knotting dildos Hannibal used were very slim, compared to their inflatable knots, and designed to allow for easy insertion. Once inserted, Hannibal could click a button on the base to trigger the knot to inflate and stretch Will’s hole, replicating what would happen during a heat.
Just as Will finally settled from the shock of the dildo insertion, Hannibal inflated the knot.
Will tried to pull himself away from the pain of the knot inflating, knees knocking into his chest, and tried to push it out simultaneously. All he managed to do was make it hurt worse, as the knot further stretched his hole.
Hannibal left Will, exposed and whimpering desperately, and cleaned up the room. He left the pad underneath Will, as there was still slick and pre-cum leaking from Will’s genitals.
Once Will seemed more settled, Hannibal released Will’s wrists and got him stood up.
Will blinked confusedly at Hannibal, wondering what he wanted.
“I need to brush your teeth. And you need to go to the toilet before bed, surely?”
Will wanted to hiss and growl and bear his fangs at the thought of the Alpha helping him in the bathroom, but being locked in a spreader bar, half naked, with a fake knot in his hole made him feel very vulnerable and wary of Hannibal.
Hannibal carefully walked Will to the bathroom, taking care to make sure Will didn’t fall. He got Will sat on the toilet, before washing his hands and pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. He then kneeled down in front of Will and took hold of Will’s semi-erect penis.
“What? What are you doing?”
“Do you remember our conversation, Will? You can’t be trusted to toilet yourself properly, so I will help you. If you are unable to go, I can always go get a catheter for you.”
“No! No. I can go. I can go. I can do it myself though. Really.” Will tried to bat Hannibal’s hands away, as having Hannibal help him pee was truly a new low.
Hannibal released Will’s penis and walked back over to the sink. Picking up a catheter, Hannibal walked back over to Will.
Holding the catheter in one hand, making sure it was in Will’s view, he held Will’s penis with the other.
“If you can’t manage to urinate on your own, I will need to place a catheter. Can you pee, Will?”
Turning a most interesting shade of red, Will whimpered and tried desperately to pee. Hannibal sighed.
“Poor boy. Let’s get you up, I’ll put the catheter in on the bed.”
“No, please!”
Will finally gave in, and with a humiliated sniffle, relieved himself.
Hannibal set the catheter down, and carefully dried and cleaned Will’s genitals before helping him up and over to the sink.
Shedding his gloves, Hannibal washed his and Will’s hands before preparing a toothbrush for Will.
Putting the toothbrush to one side, Hannibal positioned himself in such a way that Will was trapped between him and the counter.
Using one hand to press on Will’s jaw and force it open, Hannibal used the other to carefully brush Will’s teeth.
Will did his best to protest, but it just came out as a confused jumble of sounds.
Finally finished with brushing Will’s teeth, Hannibal let Will close his mouth while he prepared a floss holder.
Will opened his mouth again, to complain about the absurdity of having Hannibal do this for him when he was perfectly capable, but Hannibal just took the opportunity to start flossing.
Finally finished with cleaning Will’s teeth, Hannibal handed him a cup of mouth wash and allowed him to rinse his mouth out.
Will glared reproachfully when he finished rinsing his mouth out.
“You didn’t need to do that. I can brush my own teeth.”
Hannibal just hummed non-commitally and carefully walked Will back to his bed. Getting him nicely laid out on the bed, Hannibal spoke.
“Can I trust you to leave your knot alone overnight? Or do I need to help you leave it alone?”
“I’ll leave it alone. I promise.”
“Are you sure? If you try and remove it, I’ll know. And then I’ll have to take other measures.”
“I’m sure I can leave it alone.”
Hannibal nodded, and removed the spreader bar from Will’s legs. Hannibal handed Will some pajamas, with instructions to go dress while Hannibal removed the cuffs and pad from Will’s bed.
“If you need me, just press the button on your nightstand and I’ll come get you.”
Will tried to find a comfortable position to sleep, but it was difficult as his poor stretched hole was throbbing, and every movement made it worse.
Hannibal, meanwhile, went to the medical room to do the in-house testing of the specimens he collected from Will.
***
Will woke up suddenly to the ever more horrifying sight of Hannibal holding a catheter in one hand, and standing by his bed. Hannibal had one hand holding on to Will’s waistband, like he was about to yank Will’s pants down.
“Do you remember what I said during your exam, Will?” Will terrifiedly shook his head no, confused what had triggered this waking nightmare.
“I said that if your urine sample indicated an infection, that I would need to collect a sterile sample to confirm. Your first sample has shown you have a urine infection, but I need a sterile sample to confirm this. Particularly due to your poor personal care standards.”
“But. I feel fine. I promise. It doesn’t even hurt to pee. Please.” Will was nearly crying, terrified of what Hannibal was going to do to him now that he was awake and hurt by Hannibal’s constant insistence he was dirty.
“Please get up, Will. I can complete this procedure in your bedroom or the medical room. Which would you prefer?”
Will couldn’t even process the question, too terrified of the sight of Hannibal holding a catheter that was about to go into him.
Sighing, Hannibal set the packaged catheter down and pulled Will up. Holding tightly on to Will’s upper arm, Hannibal frog marched Will down the hall to the medical room. Will protested, he begged, he pleaded, but Hannibal just ignored him and delighted in the sweet, sweet scent of Will’s distress.
Immediately after being pushed through the door, Will was met with the dreaded exam bed, with the restraints lying open and stirrups still spread wide. Roughly where Will’s hips would be, an absorbent pad had been placed, and there was the ever present rolling cart set at the foot of the bed. Today, the instrument tray on top was covered with a folded blue towel, but there were several distinct lumps under the towel and a box of gloves in view.
Hannibal pushed Will further into the room, and shut and locked the door behind him. Holding Will still by his hips, Hannibal spoke.
“I would like you to take off your pants and underwear and lay down on the bed.”
Will just sputtered indignantly, horrified that Hannibal expected him to participate in his own torture.
Hannibal was not accustomed to repeating himself, and was not about to start the habit. Sighing to himself, Hannibal grabbed the waistbands of Will’s underwear and pants and whipped them down to his knees in one fluid movement.
Taking advantage of the fact that Will was currently hobbled by his clothing, Hannibal half dragged half walked Will to the exam bed and pushed him down onto it.
Hannibal made quick work of getting Will strapped in, using one hand to pin Will’s chest to the bed and the other to do up the waist and chest restraints. Once he was sure Will couldn’t get up without Hannibal’s permission, Hannibal pulled Will’s pants and underwear completely off.
Will struggled hard, but Hannibal was well-nourished and had significantly more muscle mass than Will. Will’s legs were quickly spread obscenely wide, and the only thing protecting Will’s genitals was Will’s hands clamped down on top of them.
Hannibal laughed, loving how resistant Will was even when it was clearly futile. Hannibal carefully pulled Will’s hands away from his cock, one at a time, and got them securely tied to the bed and unable to protect his dick.
Will bit back his whimpers, terrified of what was going to happen to his poor exposed cock and sore, overstretched hole.
While doing up the last wrist cuff, Hannibal spoke. “You smell so nice, dear boy. So pretty, especially down here.” Hannibal then nosed at Will’s potent groin scent glands which were releasing wafts of Omegan distress, misery and terror.
Satisfied that Will wouldn’t be able to escape the procedure, Hannibal came to the head of the bed and lifted it to a sitting position. Hannibal then walked off to wash his hands and Will was left staring down at his cock, desperate to cover it from Hannibal’s predatory gaze and unable to do anything to stop what was coming.
Hannibal didn’t bother to place a modesty drape, as he wanted to see how Will would react to watching the procedure. Settling on his stool, Hannibal dramatically snapped on a pair of gloves and flexed his hands menacingly, making Will whimper.
Lifting the towel covering the tray, while making sure Will couldn’t see what else was under it, Hannibal removed a folded paper drape with a hole in the middle, a pair of forceps and gauze, a kidney dish and a large bottle of betadine.
Hannibal placed the drape on Will’s lap and pulled his penis through the hole. Will looked down anxiously at his small dick sitting alone and defenseless on the big white sheet, and Hannibal looked at it hungrily.
Will struggled desperately to close his legs, but all he accomplished was making the paper drape rustle slightly.
Hannibal ignored Will’s struggling, and picked up the gauze with the forceps and soaked it in the betadine. He then began scrubbing Will’s penis thoroughly.
Will hissed, not appreciating the feel of the cold solution on his sensitive cock head.
“Have you ever been catheterized, Will?”
At the shake of Will’s head, Hannibal continued his intensive cleaning and decided to tease Will a bit.
“That’s surprising. Your file mentioned you had a urine infection while at school. I would’ve thought the urologist would’ve wanted a sterile sample to confirm.”
“I didn’t see a urologist. Just the school doctor.”
“Ah. Perhaps I should ask one of my colleagues to do an exam, they’re an excellent Omegan urologist. Very thorough.”
Hannibal reveled at Will’s renewed distress at the threat of having someone examine his penis, especially thoroughly. Will felt he had been thoroughly examined enough already and what he really needed was to never take his pants off again.
Hannibal made a show of changing to sterile gloves and pulling the catheter and a syringe of sterile lubricant out from under the towel.
Picking up the blunt tip syringe of lubricant in one hand, and Will’s dick in the other, Hannibal gently pinched Will’s cockhead to make the opening more visible.
Will was so scared and confused. He wasn’t sure what Hannibal was planning to do with that syringe, but he had the sinking feeling he would hate it.
Hannibal put the tip of the syringe into Will’s opening and began pressing the plunger down. Will made a disgusted noise, horrified by the feeling of something cold and thick going into a hole that until now was only an exit. “I’m injecting some sterile lubricant into your urethra. For Betas and Alphas, I normally add a topical anesthetic to the lubricant to help with any discomfort, but as Omegan urethras are so much shorter it’s not necessary.”
Will attempted to protest that an anesthetic was very much necessary, but Hannibal just shushed him loud enough to drown out his complaints. Will’s mouth suddenly clicked shut when Hannibal put the lubricant syringe down and picked up the catheter.
Will begged Hannibal to stop as soon as he felt the burning pain of the catheter forcing its way into his most private of places. The burning wasn’t even that painful, but the violation and loss of control it represented absolutely devastated him.
Hannibal finished inserting the catheter and inflated the balloon. Will just stared, heartbrokenly, at his penetrated penis, and sobbed. He had tried so hard to stop this, and Hannibal had won anyway.
The image of Will’s freshly catheterized dick, sitting vulnerable and alone atop the drape, while Will sobbed was beautiful. Hannibal committed the image to his memory palace, intending to sketch it later.
He would need to see what else he could do to cause this level of devastation, preferably without breaking Will. Perhaps he should make catheters a more permanent part of Will’s life. It would be easy enough to convince Jack that Will had developed urinary retention and was now catheter dependent. With some carefully placed Botox, he could even make that Will’s reality.
Once Will’s tears dried up, Hannibal smiled at the anger and humiliation all over Will’s face. He tapped the full drainage bag laying next to Will on the table.
Hannibal spoke, “This kind of catheter is designed to stay in long-term, it even has a balloon that inflates inside of you to make sure it can’t come out. It’s like a knot.”
Will blanched at the idea of his bladder being knotted and desperately tried to reach towards it to pull it out.
Hannibal smiled. “I will remove this one, after I finish washing your bladder. But if your hygiene doesn’t improve significantly, I will be forced to make these permanent.”
Forgetting his position momentarily, Will snapped at Hannibal.
“How is having a tube in my dick going to make me cleaner!”
Hannibal smiled to himself, glad Will had risen to his bait. He smacked Will’s inner thigh, hard.
“Insolent boy.”
Hannibal gave the catheter a tug to punctuate his point. “I was going to remove this. But since you were so rude, I’m going to leave it in.”
Will’s lip wobbled, feeling so ashamed and angry with himself. He’d made Alpha angry and now this awful tube was always going to be inside him.
Hannibal left Will to his shame. He carefully clamped the catheter tubing, and unscrewed the drainage bag. Setting it to one side on the back counter, Hannibal pulled the final item off the instrument tray. A miniature bag of fluids, meant to be infused into the bladder.
Hannibal connected the cold bag of solution to the catheter, unclamped it and then held the bag above his head. The bladder rinse would not take longer than a few minutes, so Hannibal did not mind just holding the bag.
Will shrieked when the cold fluid hit his bladder, causing it to spasm painfully, but Hannibal just shushed him.
“Please! Please! Get this out of me! Please!”
Will thought having to wear a knotting dildo was the worst thing to ever happen to him. Then he thought having a catheter put in was the worst thing to ever happen to him. He currently thought having a bladder rinse done was the worst thing to ever happen to him. He wondered what the next worst thing to ever happen to him would be.
Just when Will thought he couldn’t take any more, Hannibal put the bag down. But instead of allowing Will’s bladder to drain, he clamped the tubing.
Will whined, so pitifully that Hannibal decided to offer him a small comfort by way of explanation.
“The point of rinsing your bladder is to kill off any bacteria currently inhabiting it. The solution can’t work if it doesn’t stay inside you for a few minutes.”
Will whined pathetically, wanting the cold, stinging solution out now. Hannibal just chuckled, delighted to see how quickly his regimen of humiliation and intense control was bending Will to his desires.
Once Hannibal was satisfied that the time required by the solution had elapsed, he unclamped the tubing and allowed the fluid to drain out.
Hannibal then attached a leg bag to the catheter.
Without giving any warning, Hannibal deflated the knot still in Will’s throbbing, ignored hole and pulled it out. Will squeaked at the sudden loss. Hannibal ignored him and continued to poke at Will’s puffy, sore hole, making sure that nothing had torn.
Will teared up again, overwhelmed from everything and not appreciating Hannibal pressing on and into his poor hole.
Satisfied Will’s hole was fine, Hannibal finally released Will’s legs from the stirrups, but kept his upper body bound to the table. Reaching into a drawer of the rolling cart, he pulled out a pair of locking mittens.
Hannibal put the mittens on a shell-shocked Will, still recovering from the horror of his morning. “I am certain that at the very first opportunity, you will try to remove this. As such, I’m not giving you the opportunity.”
To punctuate his point, Hannibal gave another gentle tug to Will’s tube. The tug made the balloon in Will’s bladder pull uncomfortably and Will attempted to glare at Hannibal.
Hannibal then released Will from the table, but didn’t give him his clothes back.
Will opened his mouth to demand his pants, but Hannibal just smiled and shook his head.
Hannibal frogmarched Will back to the bathroom and made quick work of stripping his pajama top off.
Due to his catheter, a normal bath was not possible. Hannibal decided a thorough cleaning with a wash cloth and handheld shower head would do.
Will thought he would die of embarrassment when Hannibal refused to give him the wash cloth, instead putting on a pair of gloves and washing every square inch of Will himself.
Once Hannibal had cleaned Will to his exacting standards, he led Will back to the bedroom and gave him a shirt and boxers.
“Don’t I get pants?”
“No.”
Will just stared aghast at his Alpha.
Hannibal just stared blankly back at Will, who refused to move until Hannibal reached out and threatened to take away Will’s shirt. The threat of being dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers was sufficient to jump start Will into dressing.
Finally satisfied with the state of his Omega, Hannibal grabbed Will’s arm and walked him to breakfast.
***
Will was kneeling uncomfortably on the floor, trying to subtly reposition his catheter to make it feel less invasive, and Hannibal was sitting at the dining table next to him petting his curls affectionately.
“I suppose I should explain your schedule. Every day, I will wake you up. Then I will attend to your knot and get you dressed. Afterwards, we will have breakfast. After breakfast, you will have morning recreation time.”
“After morning recreation, you will have your morning lesson, as it is clear to me you require remedial education on nearly every aspect of Omegan life and functioning.”
“After your morning lesson, it will be lunch and afternoon recreation. Then you will have your afternoon lesson. Following your lesson, it will be dinner. You will join me in the kitchen while I prepare dinner.”
“Then we will do our evening activity and complete your shower. I will then do your bedtime routine in your bedroom or in the medical room, depending on your behavior. Then you will go to bed.”
“Do you understand, Will?”
Will didn’t reply, too focused on his catheter.
Hannibal’s fingers suddenly buried themselves in Will’s curls and pulled, forcing Will to look at Hannibal.
“Will? Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes!”
Hannibal released Will’s head. He then placed a large smoothie in front of Will. It was exactly the same as Hannibal’s breakfast smoothie, except that Will’s had extra protein powder and a small portion of the most nutrient dense parts of Hannibal’s latest pig. Hannibal wanted to add more meat, but his favorite natural sweetener was only able to mask so much of the metallic flavor.
Will’s smoothie also happened to be served in a large metal dog bowl.
“Please start, Will.”
When Will didn’t, Hannibal remarked in the same conversational tone. “I specifically decided on smoothies for breakfast due to their ability to be easily fed through a feeding tube.”
Will immediately recognized the thinly veiled threat, and bent down to his bowl and began lapping at it.
Smiling at the sight of his Omega eating, Hannibal consumed his own breakfast.
***
After a humiliating, but less disastrous breakfast, Will was released to the recreation room for morning recreation. He was given strict instructions to stay in the room and to listen to one of the audiobooks, all selected from the approved reading list supplied by Jack, laid out on the coffee table.
Hannibal came to collect Will from the living room, and found Will had ignored his carefully curated entertainment options and was instead desperately trying to remove the tube inside him with his mittens. All Will was managing to do was make his bladder spasm painfully as the balloon and tube shifted inside of him due to Will’s tugging.
Hannibal was wearing a protective gown over his suit. It made Will suspicious, but he wasn’t sure what Hannibal could possibly have planned that required a gown.
Hannibal took Will to the bathroom attached to his room and locked the door as soon as Will was securely inside. Will realized why the door was locked, as soon as he saw the stool positioned in the middle of the room and the supplies by the sink.
“As we agreed yesterday, due to your lack of self-care, I will supervise your toileting and other hygiene tasks until I am satisfied you can consistently clean yourself to my standards. To help you develop these skills, we will also have regular lessons.”
Hannibal snapped on a pair of gloves and settled happily on his stool. He looked at Will, who was fixated on the supplies by the sink, and spoke.
“Please come stand in front of me.”
Will just shook his head. This was far too much.
Hannibal sighed. “You have not one, but two, infections as a direct result of your own poor hygiene. I won’t have an unclean Omega.”
“If you won’t cooperate, we can do this lesson in the medical room. I can restrain you, and you can watch and listen while I demonstrate how to clean your hole inside and out.”
The threat of being restrained and having yet more things pushed inside him snapped Will into a more compliant frame of mind. Begrudgingly, he stood in front of Hannibal, who removed his restraint mittens.
“Take off your underwear.”
Will stared at him for a moment, attempting to see if there was any give to the command, but upon Hannibal raising an eyebrow, lowered his underwear to just below his hips.
Hannibal yanked Will’s underwear off the rest of the way, leaving it pooling at his ankles and wheeled himself over to the sink.
He grabbed several wet wipes and rejoined Will back in the center of the room.
Without explaining what he was going to do, Hannibal held Will’s hip with one hand and turned him to face the wall.
Suddenly, a cold wet wipe was being dragged over Will’s sore hole, causing him to jolt forward to get away. He just pressed further into the hand holding him steady.
Hannibal’s fingers buried themselves in Will’s pubic hair and he whispered “I’m just seeing how clean you are back here.”
Will protested, insisting he was able to clean himself and Hannibal didn’t need to check, but Hannibal ignored him.
After finishing his test, Hannibal gave Will the next part of his humiliation.
Hannibal pulled Will’s cheeks apart and then demanded, “Demonstrate how you wipe yourself after using the toilet.”
Will struggled to manage the task, the anxiety of being observed so intensely, the soreness of his hole making all but the softest touches excruciating, and the threat of whatever Hannibal would do if he messed up causing him to make mistakes.
Hannibal observed him the entire time, giving regular corrections.
“Clearly, perineal care is challenging for you. I believe the best way to address your difficulties is for you to clean yourself after using the bathroom, with me present to observe and provide corrections, and then for me to reclean you.”
Will wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He just stared at the wall, refusing to give Hannibal the satisfaction of his tears.
“Did the school explain how you needed to prepare for your heat?”
Putting in considerable effort to keep emotion out of his voice, Will replied. “Uh. Yeah. They said our bodies would take care of most of it, but that we should...”
Will couldn’t face finishing that sentence, finding the thought so humiliating. He wished he didn’t have heats. He wished that he didn’t have regularly scheduled intervals where every single one of his cells became solely focused on mating. And he especially did not want to discuss douching with Hannibal.
“Should?”
“Douche.”
“I am glad they explained that. I will not make you complete a douche today, due to you having a catheter, but we will review the technique nonetheless.”
Hannibal rolled himself back over to the sink, and grabbed the empty anal douche and lubricant. He got himself nicely positioned behind Will, and lubricated both his fingers and the nozzle.
“I will not make you wash internally, except on days you wish me to knot you or when I deem a washout necessary for your well being, but you should know the appropriate technique.”
Will was glad that Hannibal wouldn’t make him douche daily, his trainer had insisted that Alphas expected their Omegas to always be ready for knotting. He wasn’t sure what Hannibal meant by “wish me to knot you”, he never wanted to knot anyone and thought he’d made that very clear.
“First you prepare yourself for the intrusion by inserting a single, lubricated finger.” Hannibal spoke as he pushed his cold, wet, slimy finger into Will. He then took the opportunity to examine Will’s slick glands, finding they had improved significantly from the antibiotics and manual expression.
Will whined and tried to push Hannibal back out, his glands were still very sore and Hannibal pressing on them was making it worse.
Hannibal just chuckled, and after adequately lubricating Will, removed his finger.
Taking advantage of Will’s efforts to expel him, Hannibal quickly inserted the lubricated nozzle.
“You will then insert the nozzle. After it’s inside, you’ll inject the water and hold it for as long as possible. Keep rinsing until the water comes back clear.”
Hannibal then removed the nozzle and released Will’s hip.
Will quickly yanked back on his underwear, before Hannibal got any other ideas, and scurried as far away from Hannibal as he could in the locked bathroom.
Hannibal just ignored him, focusing on getting all the supplies cleaned up.
Hannibal then changed his gloves and grabbed a tube of ointment from a drawer. Settling back on his stool, he beckoned Will back over.
Terrified of what else Hannibal wanted to do but more terrified of what would happen if he made Hannibal come get him, Will slowly inched over, keeping his back firmly to the wall, before stopping in front of Hannibal.
“I didn’t say we were done. Take off your underwear and come stand in front of me again. Facing the wall.”
Will just shook his head, not imagining what else the Alpha could possibly want to do to him.
Without any warning, Hannibal reached out and grabbed Will. He bent Will over one knee, trapping his legs with the other, and used his non-dominant arm to hold him across his lap.
With his dominant arm, Hannibal whipped down Will’s underwear again and gave him an efficient and very hard spanking.
Once his ass was suitably red, Hannibal spread Will’s cheeks and spoke. Each word was punctuated by a hard smack to Will’s poor abused hole.
“We.” “Are.” “Not.” “Done.” “Until.” “I.” “Say.” “We.” “Are.” “Done.”
By the end of it, Will’s hole was a deep red and Will was crying pitifully. The spanking had been utterly excruciating.
If things couldn’t possibly get worse, Hannibal said, “I was just going to put some calming balm on your hole, to help with the irritation.”
Will sobbed even harder, upset he’d gotten himself spanked because he refused to let Alpha do something nice for him.
Hannibal just rubbed his back soothingly and cooed at him and rubbed the balm into Will’s rapidly bruising hole.
Once he was done, he stood Will back up and popped his mittens back on.
Hannibal led Will back into his bedroom and got him tucked into bed, and told the weepy, overwhelmed boy to take a nap.
***
Weeks had passed since Will's first arrival. With structure now added to his life and a consistent training routine and frequent spankings, Will started showing signs of improvement.
His urine infection was no longer an issue, but seeing Will find new interesting ways to try and remove his catheter amused him, and so he left it be for the meantime.
The infection in Will's glands had cleared by now thanks to the round of antibiotics, and his slick production was working functionally. Too functionally. Will was slick even when he wasn't wearing his dildo, and Hannibal was surprised and delighted. Will was producing slick at a rate typically only seen in the heat stage of an Omega's hormone cycle, his underwear constantly soaking wet, requiring Hannibal to set down an extra pad in the room set aside for Will's recreation time to prevent him from leaking all over his fine rug.
At the nightly changing of his knotting dildo, Hannibal offhandedly brought up the idea of incontinence underwear to deal with the chronic wetness and watched as Will squirmed.
Will pleaded no without saying a word, and those wide, blue, shame filled eyes, indignant and helpless at something that was beyond his control, tugged at Hannibal's inner Alpha.
A foreign emotion had started taking shape inside Hannibal.
Disturbed and needing a way to distract himself from such feelings, Hannibal secured the Omega in the spreader bar yet again.
Tonight, Will would be graduating to a larger diameter knot, he decided. Hannibal set the box of synthetic knots on the nightstand where they were arranged in size from smallest to large. The plan was to increase the size gradually to accommodate Will's inexperience.
But Will no longer required leniency or lubrication. Of the latter, he was producing plenty on his own. The largest and final knot in his collection would be quite the leap for Will, but Hannibal had good faith he could safely take it.
This time, Hannibal did not wear gloves. He went straight in with his fingers, caressing the hot, ribbed walls of Will's passage as tenderly as a lover.
"See how much cleaner and healthier you've become now with my help? I can finally touch you. Isn't it nice, Will - to feel one another without worrying for once about being dirty?"
Worried and fighting back a wave of nausea, Will blinked rapidly up at the ceiling. No matter how many times they did this, he couldn't get used to it. He could close his eyes and wait for it to end like all the other times, but now Hannibal had disrupted the normal routine, and that made Will anxious.
It made Will yearn for the rubbery texture of the gloves in the most unsettling ways. At least when he was dirty, it acted as a deterrent. There was still that barrier between them. Now, what was left?
Hannibal scissored his fingers apart and took his time exploring Will's tight heat, savoring the moment of having direct contact with his fleshy insides, and imagined the feel of him around his own stirring cock.
That fantasy was closer to becoming a reality than he suspected dear Will expected - though, perhaps not, judging by his reaction.
Will's body had conspired with Hannibal, it began to twitch and weep with slick as the sensation grew from uncomfortable to nice, and Will could only whimper in confusion at the self betrayal.
Suddenly, Hannibal removed his fingers from Will and wiped his slick coated hand clean against the back of Will's trembling thigh. He watched as Will's poor cock leaked and bubbled clear fluid around his tube, hard and twitching against his stomach, crying out for attention.
Having Will reach orgasm now, especially while still attached to the catheter, was tempting but not ideal. There was a risk of repeat infection, and Hannibal was not that cruel. He rather liked having Will healthy.
"This may hurt a little."
That was all the warning Will got, when Hannibal all but rammed the dildo in at once.
With a jolt, Will's breath shot out of him, and he looked down his body in alarm. He couldn't take it. He couldn't…
"…take it. I can't take it." Will sobbed. "The smaller one, please. Hannibal -" Realizing his mistake - incorrectly addressing his Alpha - before Hannibal could correct him with a firm hand, he added pitifully, "Alpha!"
"You can take it. Your body is naturally designed to withstand this and more. Try to relax, Will. Resisting only makes it worse, you know that," Hannibal reassured him. "I need for you to bear down."
Then Hannibal pressed the button to inflate the knot, and Will really couldn't take it. He rattled violently against his restraints with a yelp, body contorting in all sorts of unnatural ways. To prevent Will from hurting himself, Hannibal walked around the bed and reached out to free him.
For all his thrashing about, once the cuffs were removed and the spreader bar set aside, Will flopped lifeless onto the bed, stretched full to aching and grateful. The absorbent pad underneath him was soaked with slick and needed to be changed, but the sight of Will knotted into submission was too precious to disturb.
Unable to resist the urge, Hannibal climbed in bed beside him. He shifted Will so that he was resting with his back pressed against Hannibal's chest, head nestled under Hannibal's chin, cradled safely in his Alpha's arms as he was fed leftover nutritional shake from the bottle until Hannibal was satisfied.
Hannibal purred and smiled to himself when Will returned it with a low, faint rumble in his chest. Will's responses came naturally now that he wasn't fooling himself into thinking he was Beta. He was learning to accept himself, trust in Hannibal's guidance.
Will had his eyes closed, drifting inbetween ecstasy and discomfort as every breath brought with it an aching awareness that he was full beyond capacity. Every tiny shift threatened to overwhelm him, and so it was easier not to move at all. And not to think.
Will had even started to enjoy these moments. The ones that came after. His skin was dotted in goosebumps as Hannibal gently paid him affection. He hadn't had any of that back in finishing school, not since his father had died. Only back to back abuse and ridicule.
As Will laid there steeped in Hannibal's dominating scent and warmth, it gave rise to the comforting yet absolutely terrifying thought: that maybe this wasn't so bad.
Will chased it away with a low, creaking moan almost like a death rattle. His eyes flew open angrily. Angry at himself and what he was, and he very dazedly tried to move out from Hannibal's grasp, claiming the weak excuse of wanting to go to bed.
Hannibal hummed and held tight. "No one is stopping you from going to sleep. If you were to fall asleep in my arms now it wouldn't bother me, Will. I could sleep here tonight with you. You've just had your shower. You're a little messy, but that's to be expected."
"… the slick, I wouldn't want to get you dirty."
Slick was the body's way of cleaning itself as it prepared itself for intercourse.
"Slick is natural. Omegas should always be slick for their Alpha, it means we are compatible. You've been such a good boy at cleaning yourself lately."
Will swallowed, wondering what the catch was. Being with Hannibal was like being on a ship destined to shipwreck. The gentle lull always proceeded the storm.
He didn't have to wonder long, when Hannibal procured a gag with a metal o-ring attached to it and held it up to his confused, wary face.
"Open your mouth wide," said Hannibal.
Will obeyed out of instinct, too worn out to object. His eyes darted around the room nervously as Hannibal’s fingers entered his gaping mouth. His own taste still lingered there as he rubbed his fingers around Will’s tongue, the lining of his inner cheeks, and his gums. Finally, in his desire to explore Will wholly from the inside out, he touched Will’s teeth.
Hannibal pressed down at the sharp nubs with the pads of his fingers, and Will tried hard not to bite down.
“You have such nice fangs, Will.”
Then Will realized that it was a test to see if he would bite or not, depending on what Hannibal decided to shove down his throat.
“Here.” Hannibal whispered at his neck, taking one of Will’s limp, clammy hands in his, and made him touch his own shark like teeth, biting down softly on Will’s finger. “Feel how sharp mine are.”
They were much sharper than Will’s and far more deadly. They could rip through flesh and sinew with ease, and Will had a feeling they had. The threat was thinly veiled. Will didn’t dare say a word. He didn’t dare bite down. Will’s fight had fizzled out until only his urge to flee and yield remained.
“Well?”
Hannibal seemed to expect some comment or praise for his intimidation.
Through Hannibal's fingers, Will could only reply in a muffled way, “Um.” Will’s hand trembled, and he curiously flexed his finger up in Hannibal’s mouth out of what could only be described as morbid curiosity. “Sharp.”
“For their intended purpose, I would hope they are.”
Hannibal chuckled and after kissing Will’s fingers, he had him open his mouth again and placed the gag between his teeth. Will’s jaw ached, his ass ached, his cock stuck through with a tube ached, everything ached. The humiliation ached straight down to Will’s bones where it simmered and confused itself for arousal.
Hannibal had long dreamed of opening Will up, but without cutting him open, there was a limit to what he could do. Will was drooling, he was also hard as Hannibal continued this exploration of Will’s wide open mouth with his fingers. Will’s cock bobbed helplessly and his face lit up red, and he was beautiful.
Hannibal could no longer deny himself. He rose and worked his pants open with a click of his belt, taking himself out with his hand. Will looked dead on at his cock and, with a silent shriek from beyond the metal held between his teeth, fumbled for the locked buckle at the back of his head as he tried to weakly squirm away. He got as far as the foot of the bed before Hannibal walked around and flipped him over, pulling him down by his shoulders.
Will stared up at him wide-eyed and damp. So, so, damp. He was the definition of an Omega. Drool flowing past his lips, his curls limp from his shower, his ass and cock leaking with excessive amounts of slick.
Hannibal sighed. “I can’t resist my attraction to you any longer.”
Will let out a choked “wait,” from below him, followed by an ahh sound. The light of the metal open mouth gag glimmered against the lamp light, beckoning Hannibal to enter.
“I’ve been waiting long enough, I think. A simple task such as this should have been provided from day one, Will. If you can’t do this, then how are we expected to mate? What will I tell Jack Crawford? I don’t want you to go back to that place or someplace worse. Look at how they’ve sent you to me. Sick. Dirty. Neglected.”
Will whimpered. He didn’t want to go back, mainly because he couldn’t bear the thought of going through this again. The examinations, the training, being dirty.
“Don’t send me back.” Will groaned incomprehensibly through the gag. Hannibal was strict, but to some degree he did care. Sometimes, if Will was lucky, he was even gentle.
“I won’t. Not if you behave. We’ll add this to your lessons.”
Will’s head was hanging upside down over the edge of the bed in resignation. Stroking the side of Will’s face, Hannibal shuffled his thighs close and then lowered his hips, cock sinking easily into the hot, wet heat of Will's mouth.
Will screwed his eyes shut around his tears and gagged as Hannibal’s length hit the back of his throat. And Hannibal began to thrust slowly at first, unhindered by teeth. He pushed at the bottom of Will’s jaw for a better angle, breathing out in pleasure as Will’s tongue squirmed against him, not sure what it wanted to do, but trying nonetheless.
Hannibal grunted softly, taking his time with Will.
Just then, Will made the most heavenly sound, a desperate whine that carried through the room like a high note, and Hannibal felt both his pleasure and affection for Will swell. Hannibal looked down at Will. He had his own cock in hand and was stroking it fervently, his body shuddering and clenching down on the sizable knot sitting snug inside him.
“Don’t be greedy.” Hannibal smacked his wrist, forcing him to let go. “You should work on focusing more on your Alpha’s pleasure, not your own. That will be up to me.”
Sorrily, Will gurgled out his response around Hannibal’s length, now fully erect.
Hannibal was glad to see Will was enjoying it.
Will, on the other hand, felt like he was about to burst like a hot air balloon. His throat heaved and gagged around a keen when Hannibal hips suddenly stilled and juttered, his heavy sack obstructing Will's airflow from where it smacked up against his nose with its heady musk.
When it wasn't certain if Hannibal was gonna pull out, Will writhed in alarm and reached up to grab Hannibal's thighs for purchase.
Hannibal withdrew himself at the very last minute, squeezing his knot in his fist and attempting to massage it down. Sucking in a ragged gasp, Will immediately lurched up and rolled over on to his stomach, drooling out a string of saliva mixed with Hannibal’s milky release from his gaping mouth.
Hannibal removed the gag and ordered Will to swallow the rest of it. He was not to waste what his Alpha had given him. Then kindly assisted Will by offering him his palm. Letting out a hoarse moan, Will's hips spasmed within seconds.
Hannibal swiped his thumb across the head of Will's leaking cock and maneuvered the catheter to the side to reduce the backflow and allow Will to comfortably ejaculate.
Watching him lose himself in the throes of pleasure was worth the trouble of having to clean it. Nothing could dampen Hannibal's spirits now. He brought his hand up, dripping with Will's release, and licked it clean, savoring his bittersweet taste.
Boneless, Will did not resist when Hannibal cleaned him by wiping his face and chin with a wet napkin and around his sagging cock.
"You did wonderfully, dear boy."
He kissed Will on the forehead, who merely mumbled intelligibly in response.
"I'll be right back."
Hannibal left the room only to clean himself and change into his silk robe, and when he returned sweet Will was fast asleep. He checked that the catheter was in its proper place and changed the pad beneath his hips, careful not to disturb him.
Hannibal laid in the bed beside him and, staring down into his exposed neck, took a deep inhale of Will's scent. His sex, the powdery fragrance of soap, and the culmination of his efforts.
***
Weeks turned to months. Jack's arrival precipitated Will's heat. Hannibal's mind was still brightened by the previous night.
Impressively, Will had managed to escape from his room. Hannibal had found him scratching at the door to the master bedroom, soft and sleepy, and begging to sleep with him. Feeling generous, Hannibal indulged him. Heat was radiating from the boy's trembling body. A quick check of the back of his hand against Will's sweaty forehead confirmed his suspicions.
Will was in heat or at least in the preheat stage.
"Will. Will Graham in heat? I never thought I'd see this day," Jack snorted.
Annoyed at having his thoughts interrupted, Hannibal led Crawford to his dining room, noting with irritation that Will had disobeyed his order to stay put.
"Yes. Will has confessed to me about abusing stolen medication to suppress his past heats."
Jack pulled out a chair to sit. "He has a rap sheet. The worst I've ever seen in all my years of doing this job."
"I think you'll be surprised by dear Will's progress then."
Hannibal had a good idea where Will had run off to. After playing the good host, he excused himself with a smile.
"Please, make yourself at home, Mr. Crawford. I'll go bring Will."
Will had torn his room apart and was building a nest made of blankets, pillows, objects that were of sentimental value, and stolen articles of Hannibal's clothing in the back of his pitch black closet.
Hannibal had nearly panicked the first time Will had disappeared, worried that the boy had done something stupid like try to run away - in a vulnerable state no less -, but his scent was still present in the house, permeating the air with its sickly sweet heat, and all Hannibal had to do was follow it.
Hannibal opened the closet door. Will squinted up at him from the floor as the light flooded into his small sanctuary. He smiled when he recognized his Alpha.
"Alpha."
"There you are. I told you to be a good boy and stay put while I went to get the door," Hannibal scolded.
Will lowered his head. "But… I'm making a nest." His expression turned sheepish. "I was hoping you wouldn't see it until it was done."
"Jack is here."
He watched the smile fade from Will's face and saw him scuttle back into the depths of the closet with a low growl.
"No! No no no. I don't care. I told you, I don't want to see him."
Hannibal sighed and dragged Will out by his collar which had a short leash attached to it. The leash itself was part of the evaluation, serving both aesthetic and obedience points in Crawford’s leather bound report book. "Don't be childish. Remember what we talked about."
Hannibal brought his palm down on Will's ass, listened to him whimper, and promised to do much worse. "I can always strap you down to the table and let Crawford examine you himself and he can decide whether to take you from here. Or I can tell him the good news myself. It's up to you, Will."
Will obediently crawled to his feet and went to his side. On his best behavior, the remainder of dinner, though he refused to look at all in Crawford’s direction. Hannibal did not correct him. It would benefit his overall score for Will to avoid eye contact with anyone other than his Alpha.
"Long time no see, Will," said Jack. "You're looking well. Better than last time."
"I am better," Will muttered quietly.
"I see your catheter is gone."
Will nodded and looked to Hannibal for help. He was pale, as if he'd seen a ghost.
Hannibal had to wonder what had occurred during Will's time with the man to make him so skittish. That he would rather cling to Hannibal's legs as he knelt at his feet, and eat the latest pig readily from his palm.
"Really, I hardly recognized you from finishing school. You've done such an exceptional job on him, Dr. Lecter." He gave him a toast with his wine glass. "You're a far more patient Alpha than I am, taking in a sickly Omega like that."
Hannibal hid his ill-temper with a polite facade, jumping in to save poor Will. "For the moment, I’ve deemed it safe to remove Will's catheter. There's too much risk of trauma occurring during heat. He's been quite well lately, but there's no telling when he may relapse."
Hannibal peered down at Will, expression serious. "You've been a good Omega boy, haven't you, Will?"
Will nodded vigorously and swallowed his pride. "Yes. I'm Alpha's good Omega."
"There you have it."
Hannibal picked up Will with ease from under his arms and set him on his lap. Will bit his lip and kept his gaze down.
Slowly, Will began to relax. Legs dangling off the Alpha's lap as he listened to him list off his findings and then his improvements, followed by accomplishments. Lulled by the vibrations of his voice droning on and the warm hand wrapped possessively around his leash.
Jack's pen scribbled in his notebook, satisfied. He slammed it shut and smirked at Will's startled breath. "Well, that's that. I don't see any reason to rehome him. In my opinion, you are the best option for him."
Will almost cried with relief. But Jack's words also brought a sense of loss. Defeat. Acceptance. Like a wide door slamming and locking itself forever.
"The only thing left now is to supervise his heat."
Hannibal felt Will tense, on the verge of jumping off his lap. He gave Will a warning by painfully squeezing his sore, burning genitals - he'd just recently had his catheter removed - from below the table's view. Will whined and shifted back into him, but Jack only saw it as Will exhibiting symptoms of heat.
"Of course. I will prepare the guest room for you and let you know when Will's condition changes."
Hannibal then lifted a fidgety Will up, one arm under his knees, the other around his back, and carried him back to his room.
Alone and out of earshot now, Will launched himself out of his arms and scrambled back into his hiding space in the closet where it was safe and dark and cool. He curled up into a ball.
"You're lying."
Hannibal raised an eyebrow at him. "What am I lying about, Will?"
"My heat. I'm not in heat."
Hannibal regarded him with pity. If the boy could not even recognize the changes in his own body, then Hannibal truly felt sorry for him.
He left Will be, telling the fussy boy to take another nap, and went to deal with Jack and the guestroom, then made sure to set aside his schedule for the next few days.
When he returned later that night, Will was whimpering out from behind the closed door of the closet. The sounds he was making were distinct calls for a knot, whiny and agitating to Hannibal's Alpha; the tone and pitch of an Omega in heat. It was unmistakable now.
Hannibal sat on Will's bed and raised his nose to the air, enjoying Will's sweet performance.
"Will, darling," he called. "Come out from there so we can play."
The closet fell silent. Will emerged five minutes later with his clothes off. His cheeks were damp and red, and he was so weak with fever, he half-crawled, half-dragged himself to Hannibal's feet.
"Alpha, please," he begged weakly.
Staring up at Hannibal, Will's eyes shone gold, desperate and confused. He didn't know what he was begging for, but he instinctively knew that Hannibal could give it to him. He had given him everything up to this point.
Will never worried about anything. He didn't worry about things like peeing or eating or bathing. Except, now his catheter was gone and his feeding tube and all his restraints and now he was untethered.
He wanted thick silicone and polyurethine tubes sticking out of him, moving in and out of him. He wanted Hannibal to do it.
"Something's wrong with me." Will sobbed hysterically.
Hannibal checked his watch to mentally note the time. He would need to get Jack. "You're in heat."
"I'm not in heat," Will snapped his teeth and snarled at him, annoyed. Why wasn't he giving him what he needed?
Suddenly, Will remembered what it was that was missing and why he felt so empty, and he shot up to his feet. He grabbed the largest synthetic knot out from the box on the nightstand and pushed it into Hannibal's hand.
"Knot," he said simply.
"No, not tonight."
Will stared at him with heartshattering betrayal. When he finally found his voice, it was louder, more demanding, "But we do this every night. I'm telling you I need it!"
"And who is the one that gives the orders here, Will?"
Hannibal stood to full height and relished at the way Will shrinked back, baring his neck shamelessly at him.
"You are, Alpha." Will gasped.
"That's right. Now do it yourself if you need it so badly."
Hannibal grabbed Will by the wrist, forcing the dildo back into his sweaty fingers before shoving him toward the bed.
Will hesitated a moment, wavering side to side on his feet. He glanced at Hannibal, then the bed. A gnawing heat had risen between his legs, so severe that it stole his breath away, left him gasping for air. He fell naked onto the bed. Then arched his ass up as he reached behind with the dildo to relieve his misery.
Hannibal watched rapt as Will's hole dripped a copious amount of slick onto the back of his thighs, as his hole stretched around the toy and greedily sucked it down like a hot mouth.
And Will began to fuck himself.
He needn't call Jack at all. Will was making enough noise on his own. His ripe scent could be smelled from a whole block away.
Jack walked into the scene, holding his report book and instinctually heavily scenting the air.
Will had stopped fucking himself once he saw Jack. He instead was baring his fangs and clinging possessively to Hannibal and growling loudly. Under normal circumstances, this behavior was severe enough to warrant removing Will from Hannibal’s care, but in heat it was an indication of a strong bond between Omega and Alpha.
Jack laughed at Will’s attempts to intimidate him. “Don’t worry, silly boy. I’m not going to steal your Alpha.”
Hannibal stroked Will’s hair soothingly and kept a tight grip on Will’s leash, concerned the boy might try and maul Jack in his current, hyperaroused state.
“He is very possessive of me. Would you be so kind as to help me prepare the room?”
***
Jack was sitting comfortably in an arm chair, positioned for as complete a view of the mating session as possible.
Hannibal was getting a whining Will arranged on the bed. Will wasn’t quite sure what he was whining for. He wanted Jack gone, he wanted Hannibal to look after him, he wanted to be knotted, he wanted to be left alone in his nest.
He didn’t like the texture of the plastic tarp Hannibal had put on the bed, to protect it from Will’s copious slick. He wanted to be wrapped in nice, warm blankets somewhere dark and safe. Not exposed on this cold, slippery bed in a too bright room.
Addressing Hannibal, Jack spoke. “You are aware after the mating, I will need to complete an examination? I know it’s difficult to see another Alpha touch your Omega, but I promise it will be done as respectfully as possible.”
Will whined miserably, he wished someone would care about how he felt about having Jack examine him.
Hannibal just shushed him, and put Will’s new leather muzzle on. “Enough of that, no one likes a whiny Omega.”
Hannibal got Will nicely cuffed to the bed before getting his legs locked into the spreader bar and suspended from the ceiling. Will continued whining, now muffled by the closely fitting muzzle, and began tearing up. He hated this so much. He was immobile and his vulnerable hole was on full display to the Alpha that made his life hell. The only mercies were that his hole was still stuffed with the large synthetic knot, and that Hannibal was standing between Jack and him.
Hannibal soothed him subtly, possessively stroking the insides of his thighs and heavily scenting Will with the scent glands in his wrists.
“Shh, shh. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. Shh, Good Boy.”
Without any warning, Hannibal grabbed the knot and pulled it out.
Will yelped and looked down in despair, his swollen hole empty and gripping on to air and unable to do anything about it. He thought he would die without the knot.
Deciding they would get straight to the point and to save the Omega anymore suffering, Hannibal promptly positioned himself on the bed in front of Will’s wide open legs, not wanting to give Jack Crawford the opportunity for a show.
Will belonged to him, this sight was for him alone. Jealousy swirled inside Hannibal, a fierce possessiveness for the flushed, whining Omega below him. He had the carnal urge to consume Will. To go down on that sweet hole of his with his tongue, draw out Will’s pleasure until he was a sobbing mess and turn him inside out. But Jack was watching, and there was both a matter of protocol and pride regarding these things.
Reminding himself of the task at hand, Hannibal settled for a single firm swipe of his tongue over the Omega’s leaky, pink entrance and up into his cute sack, testing Will’s preparedness. And to tame himself.
Will spluttered tearfully from beyond his muzzle, shocked and aroused at having an Alpha’s mouth down there.
Will's Omega cock bobbed and was painfully engorged, sensitive to even the slightest of breaths.
With that, his animal part had been sated. Hannibal licked his lips as he slid himself back up and gripped the backs of Will’s raised thighs.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel better now, Will.”
Hannibal shamelessly divested himself of his pants and underwear. Will watched on in shaky anticipation, as he then worked the buttons on his shirt one by one, letting it drape open to reveal his strong, furred chest. He repositioned his hips at Will’s opening. Taking Will by his jaw strapped in protective leather, he forced Will to look at him, and after meeting Will’s eyes with his, he pressed himself in.
And Hannibal sighed at the beautifully molten heat that engulfed him, his innocence and his virginity.
Will’s head went back against the pillow with a high pitched whine, teeth snapping together.
Without waiting for him to adjust, Hannibal grabbed Will just below his knees and began thrusting, fucking him relentlessly to make sure there was no doubt left in Will's mind what he was, who he belonged to.
Will began to pant deliriously, rocked by the force of Hannibal's hips snapping against him. Everything melted away, became a shockwave of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He had even forgotten Jack was in the room. And he was so full, but not quite full enough yet.
He needed more.
"Knot," Will begged inbetween harsh, whiny breaths. He kept on repeating it, until he made no sense.
"I know what you need." Hannibal assured him. "I'm going to give it to you. A real knot. An Alpha's knot. My knot."
"Yes! Alpha!" Will moaned and sobbed and fervently threw his head side to side. "Please, please, please!"
Hannibal growled lustfully in response, growing impatiently. His control was dangerously slipping. Will was tight despite his training, he was even tighter due to his heat, the way his slick insides squeezed down desperately in the search of a knot.
Hannibal was close. He lifted himself onto his haunches, instinctively aiming for deeper penetration. It helped that Will's legs had been raised, this would ensure that his knot caught and that Will took all of him. He grabbed Will by his muzzled jaw again, demanding eye contact.
Will's eyes were glazed over and watery and rolled up occasionally. Each time he did so, Hannibal gave him a small slap, refocusing his attention back on Hannibal.
When he felt his knot swell at the limits of Will's hot, quivering walls, Will let out a howl. His hole squelched with slick.
This time, Hannibal's hand shot out to grab Will by the throat.
Hannibal's knot popped forth to lock them together with a low growl, flooding his insides, and Will saw white.
Hannibal committed every moment of it to his memory. The way Will jerked in his restraints. His lanky, sweaty body, pink with lust, going taut as he came in milky spurts, untouched. How he clenched down. His face as he gazed up at him in affection and purred at him in gratitude as he pushed his neck up.
Hannibal leaned down, his fangs itching to find their way into that feverishly sweet neck.
Loudly, Jack cleared his throat as a reminder of the rules. Bonding was strictly forbidden during the evaluatory period.
Hannibal could only bare his teeth in irritation at the interruption.
***
Finally finished with the mating, Hannibal undid Will’s cuffs and spreader bar and scooped him up off the bed.
Will was exhausted and sore and confused. He just wanted to go back to his nest, be curled up safely in his big, strong Alpha’s arms, and coddled until he got over whatever sickness was afflicting him. Why was Alpha not letting him do that?
***
Will was staring up at Hannibal, looking betrayed, while Hannibal did up the last of the leg restraints. Rubbing his hip comfortingly, Hannibal draped a blanket over Will’s stomach and legs. Finished with his preparations, Hannibal stood at the head of the bed and stroked Will’s face and smiled down at him lovingly.
“Jack just needs to check the mating went well, he’ll be done soon.”
Will made several desperate whines at that, and his scent became very distressed.
Jack, meanwhile, was loudly putting on a pair of gloves. He looked very pleased when the noise made Will flinch.
Settling on the stool between Will’s legs, Jack began to visually inspect and poke at Will’s hole, looking for any tearing or bleeding or other abnormalities.
“This won’t take long, Dr. Lecter. I just need to collect a few samples to verify mating completion.”
Hannibal had to bite back a snarl, desperate to rip out Jack’s throat for implying he hadn’t successfully mated Will and confusingly, upsetting Will.
Will whined, not appreciating once again having his trainer between his legs and doing humiliating, violating things to him.
Jack lost patience with Will’s whining and gave his testicles a hard squeeze.
“Hush or I’ll give you something to whine about.”
Jack then kept one hand gently squeezing Will’s testicles, as a threat, while he collected several swabs of the slick and Alpha cum leaking from Will’s hole before saying, “Nearly done here. I just need to collect a few internal swabs as well.”
Will was horrified and even in his weak, hazy, heat state tried to pull himself off the table to get away. It was pathetically unsuccessful. Jack still gave another hard squeeze to Will’s testicles as punishment.
“Little pressure.” Was all the warning Will got, before a speculum was being pushed into his hole, that was aching from the recent knotting and aching for more.
Will moaned, partly from pleasure at having something put into his desperate hole and partly from the discomfort, and Jack just chuckled.
“They’re so cute like this. My Bella, she gets so desperate for a knot she’ll put anything up there, even tried to knot a bottle of dish soap once. I keep her in a crate during her heats now. Except when I’m knotting her myself, of course.”
Hannibal ignored him, more concerned with Will’s big wet eyes imploring him to rescue him from the cruel Alpha tearing his hole apart.
“Will needs to rest soon, he needs to keep his strength up.”
“Of course, of course. I’m just. There. Done.”
Jack finished swabbing Will’s cum coated insides and removed the speculum, not bothering to close it fully before pulling it out. Will whined at the stretch, and forgetting he was still restrained, tried to close his legs.
Jack just laughed at the silly Omega.
Hannibal soothed Will as much as he could, while he cleaned up Will’s sore hole, and released him from the table.
***
Hannibal was standing at the stove. Will was tethered nearby, tucked safely out of the way but close enough to feel the comforting presence of his Alpha.
Hannibal smiled when he felt the small tugs at his ankle. He handfed Will a freshly cooked rasher of bacon, made from his latest pig, while stirring the giant pot of oatmeal with his other hand.
“Such a good boy. Eating so well.”
Hannibal’s delight at seeing Will eat was interrupted by a knock on the kitchen’s doorframe.
Will immediately stopped eating, instead attempting to simultaneously hide behind and engulf Hannibal’s lower legs. He let out a series of high pitched keens, clearly extremely uncomfortable with Jack’s presence.
Noticing Hannibal seemed concerned, Jack spoke. “Ah, ignore him. All Omegas get like this after the exam. He’ll settle soon.”
“Anyways, I came to tell you the lab signed off on the swabs and I’ve signed off on the behavioral observation. The Department of Omegan Affairs is satisfied you successfully mated Will and are able to safely manage him.”
Jack handed Hannibal a manila envelope, holding a set of official paperwork and Will’s bonding certificate.
“I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done, Dr. Lecter. I thought I was going to have to deal with Will for the rest of my career. Had a crate for him in my office and everything.”
Hannibal had also planned a permanent solution for Jack had Will not passed the initial exam. He grinned. “It was my pleasure.”
At the insistent tug on his pant leg, Hannibal killed the heat on the stove and looked down at Will still cowering from Jack. Still a bit fevered. “Then I suppose that is all.”
“Oh, that’s right. If you’d like to take a minute to groom him, I do need a picture for my records. A before and after, if you will. I think Will is going to make a good example for our future DOA candidates.”
When the camera flash receded from Will’s spotted vision, he was back in the bed. White, bright light enveloping his body as Hannibal removed his bloody teeth from his neck. Will was breathing like he’d ran a marathon, but he felt oddly at peace. Like something crooked had settled into piece at last.
The kiss was sweet with pheromones and warm, coppery.
Hannibal kept the copy of Will’s graduation photo hanging above the examination table. A 12 x 16 color shot of Will sitting primly in Hannibal's arm chair, staring ahead with a serene expression and a genuine smile on his face.