Hannibal x Chilton

This is the product of procrastination. I should be doing homework but here I am, writing naughty shit.

A warning before you proceed to read: this is very close to non-consensual sex(rape) if you're not into that or are triggered by such ideas, don't continue. Also, I should mention there is slight violence/abuse. If that's not your cup of tea either then... Please refrain.

A few more tags/warnings are: bondage, pet play, Dom/sub, dubious consent, male/male

Also sex. Lots of sex in upcoming chapters:p

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Hannibal stood in Chilton's kitchen, holding the cloth with chloroform against the man's mouth and nose.

Hannibal's lip twitched in delight as the smaller man struggled. He was already hard and the stage was only now being set.

When chilton finally stopped struggling hannibal waited a moment longer for good measure and then he dragged the surprisingly light psychiatrist to his own bedroom. He couldn't wait to see his reaction when he came to.

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Chilton blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy from the drugs in his system. As he took in his surroundings he remained calm. Everything seemed in order: his bedroom, his walls, the tight collar tugging on his neck... Wait.

As Chilton remembered the last few minutes before he blacked out he began to panic. He lifted his hands towards his throat to discover that they too were tied together to the headboard of his King sized bed.

His legs were separated at the knees, a metal bar tied between them, keeping his thighs far apart and his naked form exposed.

He was hyperventilating by the time Hannibal returned. The observative man crept into Chilton's line of vision stealthily and once he registered Hannibal's presence his pupils went wide with fear, and perhaps something else too.

This didn't go unnoticed by Hannibal. He took his time watching Chilton squirm and writhe in his bonds uncomfortably. Hannibal unabashedly let his eyes linger on Chilton's grudgingly growing erection.

He was right after all, Chilton was turned on by being voyeured, more specifically, he was turned on by Hannibal being his voyeur.

As Chilton's cheeks grew redder, his dick grew heavier. And as time went by with hannibal just watching, Chilton grew more and more embarrassed.

Eventually the tied man couldn't stand the shame and burst out, on the verge of tears, "what do you want hannibal! What do you..." His words trailed off as the effort to keep from crying took too much.

Suddenly, Chilton felt the force of a strong hand landing across his cheek. The blow shocked him at first. How did hannibal get to the side of the bed so fast? And then he couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He started to sob, the side of his face hot with the burn of the slap and his embarrassment.

Hannibal's warm hands felt cold against Chilton's face as he, gently but firmly, lifted Chilton's chin to force eye contact.

"You will call me Master. Call me anything else and you will be punished. Do you understand?" Hannibal waited a moment and then added, "pet."

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K that's it for now. I will try to update as soon as I have time again:)