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The rough little mouth of Will's asshole was almost too tight on the shaft of Hannibal's cock as he fucked the FBI agent's ass languidly. The younger man was bent over the butcher block in Hannibal's kitchen, his wrists bound together with rope passing through the metal loop screwed into its side. Though Will's mouth was taped shut, the sounds that came out of his throat almost formed words. Hannibal could hear "please" and "stop" among others. He smiled to himself and thrust his thick cock a little harder into Will's body.
"Are you learning your lesson, my darling?" The man impaled on Hannibal's length nodded his head quickly. On Hannibal's face was a scowl of amusement.
"Are you certain I will never again hear you critisize the food I make you?" Will nodded again frantically, trying to turn his head to look at Hannibal with tear-reddened eyes.
"Good, now hold still while I finish." Hannibal forced his cock deep into Will's slick, squeezing tunnel and stopped moving, effectively pinning the younger man's body to the block of wood. Hannibal raised the sharp steel knife again and bent down to his work; he had nearly completed cutting the letter E into the flesh of Will's lower back. When he had finished, accompanied by the bound man's high keening wail, he leaned back to admire his carved and bloody handiwork:
MINE
