Hannigram stories

Muzzle and silk- 1/?

My name is Will Graham, I live in Wolftrap Virginia, and I'm currently in Baltimore Maryland. I work for the FBI and have been tasked with accompanying Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a rather attractive psychiatrist.
Oh but I must mention I'm having a "sleepover" of sorts at the moment, so let's not keep our friends waiting.

Knocking on the front door, I shuffled about the porch and adjusted my grey coat. A few moments later the door opened, revealing the good doctor looking quite composed for such a late night.
"Will, I have been expecting you, I wasn't sure you'd arrive," he spoke smoothly, his accent thicker then usual.
"Yes, however the wait is half the fun," I say is return. Though I can't see it clearly, he has something in his hand, badly hidden behind his back, as though he's silently begging for it to be brought up for conversation.
The good doctor seemed to have sensed my staring and slowly brought the mysterious item out from behind his back, showing me. The tension thick, I realized what it was.

A clear plastic mask, the edges adorned with thick white leather straps, gold leaf embellishing the fine details of the leather.
The kind of mask one would be put in at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

The design itself was of Chilton's craft but the gold was Hannibal's doing. My breath hitched when I understood that it was intended for me, like a binding, silent promise. A promise that spoke whispers of ecstasy and pain... but also of great power.
Hannibal looked up from the mask to me, staring me dead in the eyes, daring me to say something.
"Wh-who will that be for? Someone special?" I asked, flustered and trying to be inconspicuous to the fact that I already knew.
"I wanted to talk to you about that tomorrow but it seems more appropriate now that you are here today," he said, eyes darting and hands fiddling as he placed the muzzle on a table near where we were standing.
"Oh? The great Hannibal Lecter is flustered?" I teased, chuckling quietly at the little joke.

He made a growl like sound and turned away, letting me into his home. I looked around and noted some new oddites here and there, before turning back to him. But he wasnt where he was standing before, he was now directly infront of me. Startled, I jumped back in surprise but not before he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in close, his other hand bringing the mask close to my face and tightening it around my scruffy features. Dazed and almost I dare say scared, I glanced back up to his crimson gaze, eyes locking.

Still in a trance, I hardly noticed him reaching into his back pocket and taking out a white rag, and pressing it to the clear muzzle, letting the cloroform fill my senses. The drug taking hold of my conscience, I breathed in the anesthetic and waited for it to put me down for the next few hours.