Chapter Text
~Hannibal suggests denial of orgasm, among other things, as a form of gaining control over Will’s body and mind after it continues to betray him~
~set in s1~
===================================
Hannibal observed the nervous, worn out, and frustrated man before him.
His mind and body were once again betraying him, Will had said.
His mind was yet again feeling tortured - or perhaps indulgent. And it had begun to influence his body. It took Will a long time to admit to Hannibal that he had found himself aroused when his mind had wondered off to dark places. Although he had not used that word, he said his mind had been ‘reacting in strange ways to the atmospheres around him’. And causing his body to ‘react in even stranger ways’.
It didn’t take long for Hannibal to figure it out.
Will’s shame and embarrassment was clear, but for him to finally tell Hannibal, this was a sign that he truly was concerned.
Hannibal knew that treading lightly was often the best option when it concerned Will.
That didn’t stop his next words from leaving his mouth..
Will had protested. Of course he had. As soon as Hannibal had said the words ‘sexual therapies’ shortly after, ‘have you ever considered’... Will became a stuttering mess. He threw around the words ‘inappropriate’ and ‘next level unorthodox’. It took some gentle explanation to make Will understand that Hannibal’s wish was simply to help Will, not make him uncomfortable. He also took the time to hand him a few sources that showed the use, benefits, and success of sexual therapies being used. Admittedly not usually with an actual therapist, but their doctor/patient relationship was unofficial...
Will calmed down, but remained visibly nervous and sporting a furious blush.
“Sexual therapies are not something that I usually partake in, however that is not because I have no interest in them. I find the results to be successful and enjoyable. I have simply never met anyone with any desire to try to reach new limits. Or, if I have met an individual with that desire, I myself have not wanted to partake in anything if the sort with them.” Hannibal said.
Will took in Hannibal’s words and then his voice wavered a little as he began to, against his better judgement, engage in the conversation.
“So I couldn’t just do it myself? I mean, you make it sound like people need... help with it?”
“It is possible to train yourself. However that is much more difficult and requires a lot more self control. Guidance and support would benefit you the most. If you would allow it.
Obedience and self control may have the power to make you feel less vulnerable. By taking away your power and control, perhaps you can gain some. Your mind submits as you agree to torturous pleasure, and yet your body becomes stronger and gains more willingness for more.” Hannibal explains lightly.
Will appears to think and Hannibal continues to speak,
“It is widely known that if you deny yourself orgasm for an extended period of time then when you are finally allowed release it is extremely amplified.”
“I suppose so.” Is all Will says. He tries to say it confidently, even laughs a little when he does, trying to ease the tension. An attempt at a lighthearted ‘can you believe we’re talking about this?’
But he’s still blushing furiously.
It makes Hannibal smile.
“When denial and the relief of release are paired with overstimulation, it can be painful. In a pleasurable way,” he begins with a devilish glare, enjoying watching Will squirm with curious discomfort, “and the effect of stages of pleasure being slowly increased and mounting to a final point has structure and reason. To then go beyond that point, is to test yourself and your limits. You give up some control in order to gain some over your body.”
“You seem to know a lot about this.” Will replies, almost sarcastically. Quite honestly he didn’t really know what else to say. Maybe he was trying to project the conversation on to Hannibal.
“Human anatomy, along with it’s desires and limits, are prominent in my knowledge.” He replies simply.
Will seems to think for a moment, fiddling with his finger nails.
“It sounds difficult.” He says quietly.
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
“There are certain tools that can help you. With resistance, for example, there is a wide selection of chastity devices to choose from.”
Will huffs a laugh at that.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“I can help you. If you ask me to.
Like I have said previously, guidance and support will benefit you - you appear to know nothing of these practices, and I would like to help you become familiar with them.”
“What do you get out of it?”
Hannibal smiles a small smile as he looks at Will’s puzzled face, still pink with his natural blush.
“This is all new and confusing for you, you find it difficult to understand what one can gain from this. Whether they are the trainer or the trainee-“
“Is that was this is?,” Will interrupts, “training?”
“Yes.
I enjoy discipline, Will. I think it is important.” Hannibal says, quieter than usual.
Will swallows, his eyes flickering to the floor.
“What if I can’t? I mean there’s a lot to this. Just denying yourself pleasure can be difficult. But then to add all that other stuff-“
“I am certain you will enjoy it, Will. The denial of pleasure and.. ‘all that other stuff’.”
Hannibal’s voice has no traces of doubt.
And so about a week later, Will sits at his kitchen table in his tidy home, a package sitting innocently in front of him.
He knows it’s contents aren’t innocent.
Hannibal had told him to expect a delivery, something to help him begin his training.
Will had been too embarrassed to go and see Hannibal face to face after their last conversation, so he was grateful when Hannibal had sent him a text message letting him know to expect something in the mail.
They hadn’t really spoken anymore about it, the text message a gentle reminder of what was happening, which could appear innocent to unknowing eyes.
And now it was here, in front of him. And Will didn’t know exactly what ‘it’ was. Only that it would ‘begin his training’.
He took that as an indication that he was to start today. So, no orgasms from now until... he didn’t even know. Maybe that was part of it. He didn’t know when he’d next get release. He felt a stirring in his stomach at the thought and was grateful for his extra time spent in the shower this morning.
Will opened the package with shaky fingers.
When he opened the box, which he noted was very fancy and sophisticated, he swallowed harshly.
It was a small, cylinder shaped stainless steel ‘cage’. It looked a little like a bird cage, just... well, penis shaped. It came with a very small padlock and key. There was also a larger circle at the base, to go around his balls? There was also what he assumed to be a ‘pee hole’.
The cage was big enough to fit his flaccid penis in but he could tell there was no way he would be able to become erect with it on. Not without it becoming uncomfortable and creating pressure. Again, he felt a stirring in his stomach.
There was a note.
Written on thick, expensive paper with a deep red ink.
‘I have no doubt you will be wearing this during our appointment three days from now. Please send me the key immediately after you have secured it.
H L’
Jesus. Will was starting to realise what he had signed up for.
It took him a while to get it on, fiddling away and trying to figure the foreign device out.
He’d never even seen one before, let alone put one on. It was strange. He ended up watching a video.. which explained how to put the device on easily. He had to be completely soft, which is why it had been a little difficult, he was half hard from anticipation.
About half an hour after opening the ‘gift’ - was it a gift? - he had the cage securely on and locked, key in hand.
He stood naked and looked in the mirror, but the sight of his cock locked up made him blush and look away.
He carefully put his clothes on over the cage, making sure that it wasn’t visible through his trousers. Thankfully it wasn’t.
He placed the small key, nothing else, in a plain white envelope and sent it to Hannibal’s address. He once again felt his stomach stir at the thought of Hannibal opening it, receiving nothing but a small key and knowing it was from Will. Knowing that he had locked himself up in a cage and sent him the key. Sent him the power and control over his most intimate area. He wouldn’t be able to touch himself, not unless Hannibal allowed it and freed him from his cage.
He needed to stop thinking about it, his palms were becoming sweaty, his heart was beginning to race, his stomach was still flipping, and his cage was dangerously close to becoming tighter.
He opted for a cup of coffee, noting how the cage felt in his trousers as he sat - secure and surprisingly light - before he left for work.
It was strange, feeling it there as he strolled casually around his workplace.
He passed people in the corridors knowing that they had no clue what he was hiding.
It made him feel like he was wearing a dirty little secret. It made him feel.. excited. He liked it. And all the while, every time he was reminded of it being there, he could only think of Hannibal. The man with the key.
The first day and night was fine, he had no urge to touch himself and he went to bed feeling okay.
When he had lay there the first night and fiddled with the cage, fascinated with the way it looked, he had felt the familiar stirring of arousal in his stomach. But it had been nothing he couldn’t simply ignore.
The next morning, however, his ‘morning wood’ was certainly not happy about its new confinement. He had been dreaming of deliciously dark things, blood and flesh, hands grabbing and teeth biting.
He had once again found himself waking aroused by his unusual dreams.
His body was trying to harden, but it was met with a metal cage that squeezed it down. Not allowing it to swell with arousal.
His blood was flowing down south only to find a dam.
Will awoke to the pressure in his boxer shorts. It made him groan, and for a second he had forgotten about the cage - reaching down to relieve the pressure of his prominent arousal only to find it unable to be touched.
He groaned again.
He tried to rub himself through the cage, which he now realised was a bad idea as it only made him thicken against the bars of the cage more and create more pressure.
He gave up after a while, huffing as he got out of bed and went for a shower.
Usually he would stand away from the cold spray as he waited for the water to heat up, but that morning he simply aimed it at his confined ‘erection’, desperate for it to go down.
He felt unsatisfied all day.
Kept wanting to go to the bathroom and rub one out. Not that he could have even if he did give in to that urge.
It was like that for a couple of days.
But the third day was the worst.
The day before he would be going to see Hannibal.
His balls were starting to ache, to be quite frank. He knew that usually three days without coming wouldn’t really be a problem, he didn’t always masturbate that often. But wearing the cage, seeing and feeling it constantly and being reminded of his newfound ‘training’ and his new ‘trainer’, it made him feel aroused constantly.
He’d never thought he would find this so alluring, but his constant feeling of being turned on indicated that was the case.
He’d tried to beat the system on the third day, rubbed himself with a single finger through the gaps in the cage bars. It was unbearably frustrating and he regretted it immediately. The small amount of friction had drove him crazy and his cock was bulging through the bars, desperate to get out. He’d whined in frustration when he couldn’t get any worthwhile pleasure or release.
He’d never showered so much in his life.
And now it was the morning that he was to see Hannibal again, and he was itching with anticipation.
It suddenly dawned on him that Hannibal might not even unlock the cage today, might make him wait even longer. Surely three days was long enough for his first time doing this?
Oh god, what if Hannibal doesn’t think so.
Will has to stop his mind from running wild and pull himself together. He distracts himself by getting ready.
As he stands outside of Hannibal’s office, feeling the cage hanging lightly in his trousers, his heart begins to race.
He can’t believe he is doing this. And he suddenly feels unbearably embarrassed.
He wants to chicken out and turn to leave, make up an excuse about not feeling well and avoid this entire thing.
But he reminds himself of the fact that Hannibal has the key..
he doesn’t have time to think about it any longer as the door to Hannibal’s office opens and he greets him with a warm, casual smile.
“Good morning, Will. Please, come in.”
The same old greeting, why is he so casual? Will feels anything but that, his palms sweaty and his cock already feeling heavy with anticipation as he brushes past Hannibal.
Will doesn’t take a seat. He’s too nervous to.
Hannibal seems to understand as he also stands casually in the grand room.
“How have you been, Will?” He asks.
“Um, fine I guess. A little, well, a little wound up..”
“Hmm, yes it must be frustrating. But you have enjoyed it nevertheless?”
Hannibal smirks as he says it. Will can see he likes this part.
Will has started to sweat a little. All he wants is for Hannibal to give him the key. That’s what he’s here for. He finds himself glancing around the room with the bizarre thought that he might just see it lying around. Hannibal watches him and seems to fiddle with something in his pocket. Of course he has it on him.
“Is there something you need, Will? Some water perhaps?” Hannibal asks as he observes Will running his hand up the back of his neck and shuffling where he is stood.
The anticipation and unfamiliarity of the situation is making him aroused again, and he curses his cock for trying to harden in its cage. It’s only making him feel more turned on as he feels the growing pressure.
Hannibal is stood right there, he could unlock him right now. God he wants him to so badly.
Will doesn’t think he’s ever wanted to touch himself so badly in his life.
But how is he supposed to ask for something like this? It’s all so new and foreign to him. He feels embarrassed. But more than anything, desperate.
He whispers when he speaks, his voice breaking a little - “the key..”
He’s looking down as he says it, clearly embarrassed but too desperate for the little piece of metal to care.
Hannibal strolls over to him carefully.
It makes Will want to back away, but he holds his ground.
“The key that you sent to me, yes?”
Will nods a little.
“But you didn’t just send me a key, did you?”
Will’s looking down again, staring at the shiny leather of Hannibal’s shoes.
“You sent me yourself.
The power over you.
You sent me that in a little white envelope, didn’t you?”
Will closes his eyes and tries to breathe steadily. It doesn’t work and he scrunches his fists shut and tries to calm down.
“Tell me, how often have you wanted to relieve some of that delicious pressure, only to be reminded that you must be allowed to do that by me? You not only need my permission, you need me to physically free you from your restraints.”
Will looks up into Hannibal’s eyes, a plea written on his face.
‘Please don’t do this to me any longer’ his expression says. ‘I’ve been good. obedient. I can’t bare it any more. Don’t give me the added humiliation of begging for it’. It’s all there. In his round, puppy-like eyes and furrowed brow.
Hannibal takes pity on him.
“Would you like me to unlock your cage, Will?”
The blunt question makes Will shiver and suppress a groan.
He clenches his fists.
He pauses for a while before answering, trying to get the courage to answer yet not trusting his own voice.
“Yes..” he whispers.
Hannibal looks at him and tilts his head slightly.
He holds a stern expression.
Will realises his mistake and blushes at the thought of what he must do and say from now on.
His voice is close to breaking as he corrects himself,
“Yes please..”
Hannibal smirks gently before moving even closer to Will, standing but a breath away from him.
“Undo your trousers for me, Will.”
It takes Will a second to register the command. If he wants release, he must strip partially in front of Hannibal, give him access...
With shaky hands and a mighty blush, he slowly undoes his belt and trouser button, pulling his fly down with shy glances at Hannibal’s face to see his reaction.
The room is silent. Only the sound of his belt buckle clinking as he opens it.
God it’s intense, and his cage is so unbearably tight now.
He fears he is leaking out of it.
Hannibal is watching him with intent fascination, like Will is the most intriguing thing he has ever seen.
When his button pops open, Hannibal’s eyes flutter shut for a second, but he quickly opens them and continues to watch, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip.
Will has undone his trousers, but they have not been pulled down. The top of his cage is showing through his boxer shorts, but little is to be seen while they are still in place.
Hannibal reaches over and pulls Will’s trousers and boxer shorts down together, half way down Will’s thighs.
The action is done with such confidence and swiftness that it makes Will gasp and reach to cling onto Hannibal’s arms for support in standing.
Hannibal doesn’t protest. He’s too busy looking.
When Will stands up straight again, his arms back by his side, Hannibal can truly appreciate what he has just unwrapped.
The cage fits Will perfectly, as he knew it would.
And he is clearly impossibly aroused by the entire situation, he cock is bulging out of the gaps in the cage, desperately trying to get free.
It’s as swollen as it can be in its confinement and there is pre-come dripping out of the pee hole.
Will lets a small, quiet, breathy moan escape as he looks down and sees what has Hannibal’s attention.
He still can’t quite believe this is happening.
It’s taking all of his will power to stand there quietly while his ‘erection’ is throbbing and aching and Hannibal is watching him intently.
Again, he pleads with his eyes.
Again, Hannibal takes pity on him.
Hannibal reaches into his pocket and pulls out the key.
Will has no control over the sigh of relief that leaves him, his shoulders sag a little with the sincerity of it and his expression says ‘thank God’.
Hannibal smirks widely, loving the display of relief. And Hannibal hasn’t even unlocked him yet. Only showed him that he can.
He reaches over, lifts the cage a little to inspect it and feel its weight.
Will inhales sharply at the contact and blushes at the following inspection.
“You secured it perfectly.” Hannibal seems to mutter to himself.
Then he slides the key into the padlock and Will moans quietly. He moans. Just at the small ‘click’ of the key sliding into place. One little turn, that’s all it needs and it will be off. Just one movement.
Hannibal is very satisfied with Will’s eagerness.
He knows he can push for more.
He leans into Will, one hand still on the key, and presses his lips ever so slightly against his ear as he purrs, “Say it for me one more time, Will. I like to hear you say it.”
Will knows what he wants. Is too desperate to protest. His cock is swelling even more with the anticipation of being let out and it’s starting to get uncomfortable.
“Please..” he all but moans. Shuffling on the spot with the effort of standing while so overwhelmed with desire.
Hannibal finally turns the key, satisfied with Will’s pleas. His own erection jumps when he hears Will say it and it makes his eyes flutter shut with pleasure.
With the padlock discarded on the nearby desk, Hannibal gets to work with removing the cage.
Will can’t suppress his groans of relief as each part slides off of him. Although, there is some resistance. He is so hard that the cage is almost ‘stuck’ on him. Not accommodating of his increasing size and becoming a tight fit.
Hannibal gently tugs at it with expert precision until it becomes free, and Will groans again.
Now all the pieces are sat on the desk, and Will’s pulsating erection is reaching into the air, furious and demanding attention.
He goes to touch it, doesn’t even care that Hannibal is stood right there - his cock is beginning to seriously hurt with the pressure of no release and he needs to touch it.
But Hannibal grabs his wrist firmly before he can make contact.
He whines.
Can’t help it, it just slips out. His mind isn’t working properly and apparently his reactions are happening of their own accord.
“Please..” he begs again, maybe that’s what Hannibal wants to hear.
But Hannibal doesn’t let go of his wrist, instead he brings his other hand up and starts to lightly caress Will’s stomach, just above where his erection is jutting up into the air.
Will hums with pleasure, any touch goes straight to his cock.
When Hannibal is satisfied that Will is okay with him touching him, he moves his hand lower and gently grasps the impossibly hard erection that Will is sporting.
Will inhales sharply and moans all breathy and high pitched when he exhales.
His legs shake a little at the shocks of pleasure shooting through him.
Finally. Finally. Yes.
He has to grip onto the desk behind him, shuffling back a little so he can reach it. There’s no way he’ll stay standing if he doesn’t.
Hannibal follows suit, not taking his hand off of the weeping cock.
When Hannibal begins to pump more enthusiastically, turning his hand on the upstroke, Will throws his head back in pleasure and scrunches his eyes shut as a moan gets caught in his throat.
Hannibal is admiring how hard and warm it feels in his hand. How wet it has become all by itself, and how easily his hand glides over it.
He thinks he’d be perfectly fine with never touching his own penis again if it meant he could play with Will’s whenever he wanted.
“Is this what you wanted?” Hannibal says, a little breathless himself. The view in front of him is one that he can not compare to anything he has ever seen before.
Will is stunning.
“Yes-“ Will moans out.
Hannibal smirks devilishly.
“So I’m giving you what you want, what do you say, Will?”
“Thank.. you.” He says with stutters and gasps, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Good boy.” Hannibal says under his breath, but Will heard it.
Pleasure shoots through his whole body and for a second he sees absolutely nothing as he feels his climax take over his body. His whole body convulses as his orgasm wracks through him with force and an intensity he has never felt before. He can hear the moans of a man overwhelmed with pleasure, and it takes a while for his overloaded brain to realise it’s him.
Hannibal is panting too. Revelling in the sight before him. The sounds Will makes...
Will’s knees buckle and give way with the intensity of it - he only remains upright because Hannibal wraps an arm around him and holds him up against his larger frame.
Hannibal gently touches him through his orgasm, whispering reassuring words of praise into his ear, even kissing his hair as he coos him and holds him close.
Will swears his brain has switched off for a moment.
He can’t feel or think of anything other than the waves of pleasure, how they simmer out into ripples.
He’s gripping onto Hannibal.
Like, really gripping. When he becomes self aware again he fears he might be hurting him.
His nails have dug into Hannibal’s biceps through his crisp white shirt as he clings to him.
But Hannibal doesn’t protest.
In fact, when Will finally looks up, he sees nothing but pleasure and ecstasy on Hannibal’s face.
He feels like he could sob with the intensity of it all.
He tries to say something but his voice breaks and he forgets what he was even going to say. Instead, he presses himself further into Hannibal’s warm and secure hold. He nuzzles his face into Hannibal’s neck, the slight feeling of stubble and the incredible smell of his aftershave give him new sensations to focus on.
Hannibal runs gentle circles across his back and shoulders, encasing him in comfort and warmth.
He’s still muttering praise and reassurance but Will isn’t really listening. He’s listening to his voice - the deep timbre and accent, and feeling the vibrations through his neck that he is still nuzzled into - but not the words.
God, he feels incredible. Euphoric.
Hannibal was right about all of this. He wants to tell him. Wants to tell him that he never should have doubted him, that he’s never felt like this in his life.
He squeezes where he holds onto Hannibal and the older man hums with gentle content.
After a while Hannibal slowly untangles his own limbs from Will’s, takes his no doubt expensive handkerchief from his pocket, and cleans Will up.
When he is finished and they are both back to relative normality, Will quietly mutters,
“Thank you.”
It makes Hannibal swell with pride, and he leans down to place a soft kiss on Will’s cheek, delighting in the blush that forms as a result.
Hannibal cautiously eyes the cage on the desk and looks back at Will.
He looks shy again for a moment, his curls hanging messily and beautifully over his eyes, and then he nods. A gentle, subtle nod.
But Hannibal knows what it means.
He picks up the cage..