The JockPunishers – Episode 1 “Logan and the Chilli Crushers”

JockBusters – Episode 1
and the Chilli Crushers
Murphy, Darren Galloway and Todd Singer, had first met at their local
gym after many years during which all three, being shy and studious
boys, with limited skills on the sports field, had been the victims
of bullying and hazing by handsome, athletic jocks who had made their
lives generally miserable.
pattern had continued when they became young adults, and by pure
coincidence, all three had finally concluded that the best way to
deal with the ongoing harassment was to toughen up and fight back, it
was for this reason that they had joined the gym.
trio soon became good friends, and it was not long before they began
sharing their experiences, and it was then they discovered how much
they had in common, both in terms of what had happened to them, and
also a shared desire to exact revenge, not only for themselves, but
also for other victims of bullies.
they decided that it was time for payback, and that the handsome,
arrogant, jocks and athletes who believed their superior strength and
good looks gave them the automatic right to torment weaker guys would
find themselves on the other side of the punishment, and it would be
they who would be getting their cute butts kicked, spanked and
generally abused.
thus the Jock Punishers were born.
first unfortunate jock to encounter justice at the hands of the Jock
Punishers was Logan Fairchild. Logan’s family had made a fortune
importing hot chillies from the Far East, bought for a pittance from
poor farmers and sold at ten times cost price in America.
being a talented swimmer, with a great physique, Logan’s grades would
never have earned him a place at college, had his family money not
eased his path.
Logan’s athletic good looks made him stand out from the crowd, he
also stood out by virtue of the sheer unpleasantness of his
character. Things in life had always come easy for Logan, however,
instead of being grateful, his good luck had made him arrogant and
selfish, features which, together with his innate cruel streak made
him the ideal subject for the Jockpunishers’ brand of justice.
had often bullied smaller, weaker guys, however, he had also
developed a nasty habit of hitting his girlfriends. This was getting
more violent each time it happened, and his last girlfriend, Mary
Jane Danvers, had ended up in hospital after he got drunk and beat
her up.
course, as usual, Logan’s Daddy’s money had saved him from the
consequences of his actions. An expensive, smooth talking, lawyer
had made any charges go away, and the girl’s family had been paid
off. So, once again, Logan thought he’d got away with it and that he
could carry on being top Jock on campus, as if nothing had happened.
The Jockpunishers however, had an entirely different plan for him!
a late night swim, Logan was in the locker room shower, he thought he
was alone, however, he was wrong.
on cleaning his private parts in advance of an anticipated hot date
with a new girlfriend later that evening, Logan did not notice that
three shadowy figures had entered the room and were quietly creeping
towards him.
was not until they were standing right behind him they he realised
someone was there! He spun round to find three men, all dressed in
black, grinning menacingly at him. All three held what appeared to
be large Paddle ball pats, with the ball and string removed.
the fuck do you perverts want?”! He snapped
Ass!” replied one of the men. As he delivered a resounding SMACK to
Logan’s bare, wet, butt cheek!
Fuck You!” shouted Logan, trying hard to hide how nervous the
malevolently grinning men made him feel. “Who are you?”
are your worst nightmare Logan!” replied one of the grinning men,
“We are going to give you what you deserve!” He lifted the paddle
he was holding “and that means you will not be sitting down for a
most bullies, Logan was a natural coward, strong and aggressive when
dealing with a woman or a lone and weaker male, he reacted with
increasingly terrified panic when confronted with three strong men.
guys, … I don’t know what your beef is, but can we talk about
chance!” Came the reply, as the men grabbed him and and pulled him,
protesting, to the athletic medical training room next to the
pushed him face down across a training table and tied his hands and
feet together, before securing them to the table.
realised there was no point trying to argue with the three men so he
tried calling for help “HELP! … HELP ME!!” he yelled.
later, he was silenced when a sock was pushed into his mouth and held
there with a white cotton gag.
against his binds, Logan’s eyes widened with nervous bemusement when
one of the men took a plastic bag from his pocket and emptied a small
collection of chillies onto one of the training benches. Logan
recognised them as Thai Demon Chillies, a particularly hot type of
chilli pepper, which his family imported from the Far East.
will become clear!” grinned one of the men, noticing Logan’s
bemused expression.
are here to punish you Logan” continued another of the black clad
men. “I doubt you have ever been really punished in your life, and
you have got away with many things, now its payback time!”
added the third man.
are going to ensure that you pay for what you did to people like Mary
Jane and all the others you have abused and bullied in the past!”
we decided to make it a poetically appropriate punishment. We will
punish the part of you which most symbolises your character, and we
will use the very things which enabled your family to buy you out of
trouble! Continued the first man, as he picked up a chillie.
are going to demonstrate an inventive new method of crushing
chillies!” he laughed “and we are going to use your pretty ass to
do it!”
while the other two men held Logan still the first man reached out
his hand and parted the cheeks of Logan’s smooth white buttocks,
exposing the young jock’s tight, pink, and, until then, virgin anus.
inserted the pointed end of the chilli into the tiny, puckered,
orifice, which closed tightly around it, so that the other end of the
chilli, with the tip of green stem protruded upwards, poking out,
like a periscope, from between the snowy white cheeks.
to his fear, Logan’s muscles tightened, involuntarily gripping the
chilli even tighter, so that it became impossible to shake it free,
even if the men had let him try.
first man in black, then held the bat under Logan’s face “What
d’ya’ thinka’ our chilli crushers fella’?” he laughed “d’ya’
think they’ll catch on?”
stammered Logan through his gag, as, the realisation of what the men
had planned began to dawn on him.
men then took up position behind Logan, before each in turn raised
their paddles in the air and, one by one, brought them down with a
WHACK! On the unlucky jock’s tender bare behind, as Logan struggled
in a vain attempt to avoid the blows.
first the resilient chilli remained intact, the whacks from the
paddles simply forcing it more deeply into Logan’s quivering rectum.
Then, as the men continue to aim swats at Logan, bit by bit the
chilli began to split and break up, leaking juice and fiery seeds
onto Logan’s exposed and sensitive skin.
had a very low tolerance of any form of discomfort, and as the
bruising whacks from the large hard paddles sent shock waves of pain
shooting into his buttocks he was convulsed in agony. However, it
soon got worse, as the burning chilli juice and even hotter seeds
began to have their effect on the most private and delicate region
causing a searing burn, not dissimilar from what he imagined having a
red hot poker inserted into him might feel like.
one chilli was destroyed the men replaced it with another from their
small supply, until all had been thoroughly crushed into their
unfortunate captive’s anus.
the time they had finished Logan was moaning and weeping through his
gag, as tears ran down his face. His butt cheeks and ass hole a
searing furnace of pain.
Jockpunishers were satisfied that this arrogant and cruel young jock
had been suitably punished for his crimes, but they had not quite
finished with him yet.
next morning the students arrived at college to a most unusual
spectacle, of Logan’s final humiliation as he dangled, bare assed
from the college flagpole displaying a sign announcing that he beat
up girls, and inviting his fellow students to take a swat at him with
a conveniently placed paddle beneath him.
battered butt cheeks remained red for the rest of the day, but it was
almost a week before the burning sensation in his little pink rosebud
finally faded. Even so, it took much longer than that for the
scalding pain to his ego to subside, only to be lit again from time
to time, as the memory of his humiliation took it’s place in college
folk law and returned to remind him.
Jockpunishers had brought justice to one deserving jock, but their
work was not done, there were many more handsome, spoilt and arrogant
young jocks in need of punishment, and the three avengers intended to
bring it to them.
the JockPunishers prove popular they will return now and then as an
occasional series


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After The Game

The aftermath of a Ravens vs. Steelers NFL game is very hectic, to say the least. The rivalry between the fans of both teams can turn vicious at times. I can't count how often I have seen fights break out among fans in parking lots, bars and in the stadium.

We had just left the stadium and walked to a nearby bar to join in on the after parties; the Ravens had won, for the second time this season, against the Steelers. The bar was packed with people in Baltimore jerseys, my friend Katie and I included. I had on my black #87 jersey with the name "Logan" on the back. Colby Logan was the number one tight end in the NFL this season and by far my favorite player on the team.

I sidled up to the bar and ordered Bud Lights for both myself and Katie and then we walked over to the dance floor. There were a few Steelers fans interspersed throughout the crowd and about six of them were women on the dance floor. I began to dance with Katie, shaking our asses to the remix of the song "Black and Yellow"... except for in Baltimore, the song was called "Black and Purple".

We had been dancing for a while when we heard cheers erupting from the crowd closer to the door. Confused, I stood on my tiptoes to see what the chaos was over, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. Walking through the doors were none other than, Ray Rice, Ed Reed, Joe Flacco and Colby Logan.

"Oh my GOD!" Katie squealed when she caught sight of them. "Let's go try to get their autographs" she said and I eagerly agreed.

Nothing would make me happier than having Colby Logan's signature on my jersey. We elbowed our way through the crowd laughing as we saw a few dejected Steelers fan walking out of the door.

There was already a swarm of people asking for autographs so we decided to wait for a bit and grab another beer before attempting to get our own signatures. I pressed through the crowd and walked up to the completely empty bar. Everyone had rushed towards the players.

"I'll take two Bud Lights please" I told the bartender who nodded.

"Make that three," came a deep voice from behind me. "And put 'em on my tab, Barney".

Confused, I spun around and came face to face with none other than Colby Logan. I gasped involuntarily and a slow smile slid over his face. There was a crowd of girls climbing the walls behind him, trying to get his attention but he was looking directly at me.

He reached out to take the three bottles, handing one to both Katie and I. "Nice jersey" he said and I smiled.

"Oh this old thing?" I said plucking it away from my body and shrugging. "Just an old rag I found hidden in the bottom of the closet".

I tried to keep from laughing out loud. Colby's eyes lit up and he busted out laughing at my comment.

"Nice, I like that," he said softly before holding out his empty hand. "I'm Colby," he said and I gratefully shook his hand, introducing myself as Erin and my friend Katie.

"I'm pleased to meet you both," he replied before making a gesture to Ray Rice, who came up to us, introducing himself as well.

My head was swimming. I couldn't believe I was sitting here chatting idly with Colby Logan and Ray Rice. Ray seemed to have taken an interest in Katie who was flirting shamelessly with him.

"Look, we were just coming in here to pick up some food from the kitchen, then heading back to my apartment. Uh, would you like to join?" Colby asked me.

I couldn't believe my ears. I heard Katie graciously accept an offer much like Colby's from Ray.

"I, uh, I mean sure, I'd love to," I stammered, blushing when I couldn't form the sentence properly. Colby chuckled softly.

"Barney, is the food ready?" he yelled over the crowd's noise. Barney nodded and disappeared into the back.

People were still pushing in trying to get autographs, which Colby signed politely. Five pizzas appeared on the bar behind us and Colby tossed a fifty dollar bill down before picking them up and gesturing for me to follow. We were also followed by Katie and Ray, as well as Ed and Joe who we had been introduced to as well.

We left out a back door and it was almost eerily quiet, the difference between the noisy bar and the deserted parking lot was extreme. Colby nodded towards a huge black Chevy Silverado and we headed that way. After placing the pizzas carefully on the floorboard in the middle of the front seat Colby held out a hand to me.

"Sorry, you'll have to sit with your legs to one side, we weren't planning on having extras joining us," he said with a wink and I blushed again.

I reached up to steady myself in order to climb in the huge truck before I felt two large hands wrap around my waist and lift me easily up. I scooted from the driver's seat to the middle just as Joe climbed into the passenger seat. Colby then climbed into the driver's seat as Katie Ed and Ray piled into the back seat. My thigh brushed Colby's as he got in due to my position, in order to avoid stepping on the pizza.

Soon we were on our way back to Colby's apartment and I was breathless with anticipation. What was it going to be like? I couldn't imagine what tonight had in store.

"Hey dude," Ray said from the back seat, "Why don't you drop Katie and I off at my place on your way?"

I turned and looked at Katie who grinned and gave me a thumbs up. Laughing I turned back around.

"Well if you're gonna do that then you might as well drop Ed and I off at Lewis' house too" Joe said.

My mind began to race. That would leave only Colby and me alone in his apartment. Shivers of anticipation ran through my body at the thought.

"If that's what y'all want," Colby replied easily.

He looked utterly relaxed, one arm draped across the steering wheel, the other casually across the back of the seat where he was lightly playing with my hair, which was dark brown with bright purple highlights in it.

Fifteen minutes the truck had cleared out. I hesitated, wondering if I should move over to the passenger seat or stay where I was, which is where I wanted to be. Before pulling off, Colby turned to face me in the dim cab.

"Look if you don't want to go back to the apartment alone, I understand," he said quietly.

I was impressed by his chivalry. I shook my head no.

"I don't mind a bit," I said with a small smile, and he grinned back before tugging lightly on my hair and turning to put the truck back in gear.

He answered my seating question by putting his arm around my shoulder and tugging me close to him. His fingers lightly traced intricate circles on the side of my neck as he drove, sending shivers down my body and causing goosebumps to form. My hand rested lightly on his thigh, which was encased in jeans. I could feel the hardness of the muscle there as he moved, pressing the gas and brakes.

"So do you live in Baltimore?" he asked quietly, breaking the silence.

I shook my head no.

"Actually I live on the eastern shore," I replied and he glanced my way. "These big cities just can't quite cut it for me," I shrugged. "I prefer open fields and woods to buildings".

A smile crossed his face at my words. "I understand completely, I own a place over there as well, did you know that?" he asked casting me a sideways glance and I shook my head no.

"Oh well its just outside of Crumpton... you know where that is?" he asked.

I nodded and told him I lived south of that.

Soon we were pulling up to a high rise full of condos. Colby eased his truck into the parking garage, I winced as we went in, his truck barely fit; it only had a few spare inches!

Colby got out of the truck when we parked and reached his hand out to me; I took it and slid down out of the truck. As I did, Colby stepped closer and my breasts rubbed his hard chest as I slid down. I landed on my feet not even an inch away from his hard body. My own body hummed in delight. I looked up (he was at least a foot taller than I was) into his smoky grey eyes and smiled. He smiled down at me before leaning down and lightly pressing his lips to mine.

My pulse kicked into overdrive at the pressure of his lips on mine. His hands were settled on my hips and I placed my hands on his chest. His muscles were firm beneath my palms and they jumped slightly at my touch. I could feel my panties growing damp and my nipples straining against my black silk bra.

Slowly, reluctantly it seemed, Colby broke the kiss and backed away, taking my hand in his. He reached into the truck and grabbed the remaining pizza before pulling me in the direction of the entrance.

We entered into a hallway just doors down from Colby's own condo. He unlocked his door and gestured for me to go in. I was impressed, for being a bachelor's pad it was decorated nicely, in neutral tones with soft looking leather couches. To my utter surprise a huge chocolate lab came bounding around the corner and leapt up onto my chest, pressing me back into the wall.

Caught off guard I stumbled back, laughing and petting the monster's head.

"RENEGADE DOWN!" Colby shouted, placing the pizza on a table in the hallway and grabbing the dog's collar.

"Man I'm sorry; Ray must not have locked him in the crate before the game!" Colby said with a grimace.

I merely laughed and crouched down to pet the dog some more.

"I love him already," I said with a smile up at Colby as the dog attacked my face with a long slobbery tongue. Eventually I stood up and faced Colby who was smiling at me with an odd look on his face.

"Most girls would be put off by being attacked by a monster when they first walked in the door," he said and I laughed outright.

"Please! I have three labs, a rottweiler and a pit bull at home" I said rolling my eyes. "He's not anything new for me".

Colby grinned at this and stepped up to me.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

I shook my head no; I wasn't hungry, for food at least. Colby grinned.

"Yeah, me either" he said as he lowered his head to mine again and kissed me deeply.

I twined my arms around his strong neck and his hands grasped at my hips again. Colby backed us up until my back was placed against the wall. He ran his lower until he grasped my thighs in them and lifted.

I automatically wrapped my legs around his hips and I could feel his arousal pressing against my jean-clad mound. I moaned softly as I felt one of his hands come up to rub on my hard nipple through my jersey and bra. Without breaking the kiss Colby turned and carried me into his bedroom, laying me down on the bed.

He shrugged out of his black Ravens t-shirt and I watched in awe as the muscles of his upper body rippled. He was utterly gorgeous and I couldn't believe I was here with him. I reached for my jersey to pull it off but he reached out and stopped me.

"I like seeing you wearing that jersey," he said with a self-conscious smile.

I couldn't believe this god could be self-conscious about anything and I smiled back. He then leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, as I ran my hands over his amazing pecs and abs. His gentle hands slid up under my jersey and rubbed against my stomach before moving lower to the waistband of my jeans. I arched my body up off of the bed in a welcome invitation and he chuckled softly.

He easily opened my jeans and slid them off of my toned, tan legs. As he climbed onto the bed with me his body slid between my spread thighs and he kissed his way up my leg, pausing and placing a gentle kiss on my silk thong covered pussy. I moaned out loud and this and he smiled up at me before using his tongue to trace a path along my slit through my underwear. My hands clenched his Egyptian cotton sheets in my fists as he did this. I reached down and tugged his hair softly until he moved up my body laughing. One he was thoroughly kissing me again I reached down and ran my hand along the hard edge underneath of his jeans.

It was Colby's turn to moan as I undid his jeans and took his straining erection into my hand. I stroked his length up and down, caressing the velvety head of him with every stroke. Colby's hips involuntarily bucked at my touch and I smiled. His hands worked at my underwear, sliding them off and then flinging them to the ground. I felt his fingers lightly pressing into my cunt and groaned. My slick, wet heat grasped at his fingers, sucking them into my depths.

"Oh, God, baby, you're so wet..." he murmured in my ear and I nodded.

I wanted him horribly. I gave him a final stroke with my hand before sitting up and flipping him over. I saw an amused glint in his eyes as I straddled him. I could feel his rod pulsing against my inner thigh and I wiggled my ass a bit, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.

"Wench," he muttered with a smile before positioning his cock at my entrance.

I sank down onto him in one smooth thrust and cried out in pleasure, my head falling back exposing my throat. Colby's hand came up and wrapped gently around my throat, barely exerting any pressure but in this gesture he expressed to me who was truly in control here. I began to move on his cock, feeling it slide in and out of my wet heat. Colby began to thrust upwards, drilling his cock into my pussy causing me to cry out in pleasure. His fingers tightened a bit on my neck as he increased the tempo and intensity of his thrusts. My own fingers were digging into his thighs as I was bent backwards a bit as he pounded into my body.

I felt Colby reach up with his other hand and flick at my clit, causing me to instantly climax. I screamed out his name as my pussy spasmed around his beautiful cock. Without any warning he flipped me over onto the bed and continued to drill me from above, his cock pounding relentlessly into my tender pussy. I reached above my head and grabbed a hold of the headboard in an attempt to keep from writhing about beneath him.

My world was full of blinding colors as he fucked me. I couldn't think straight from the pleasure of it. I was mumbling incoherent sentences as I heard Colby murmur in my ear.

"You like this baby?" he asked breathlessly.

All I could do was nod and bite my lip. If I tried to talk I knew I would end up screaming.

"Are you ready to cum again?" he asked and I nodded helplessly again.

I felt his finger once again stroke my clit, only once, and I rocketed off into oblivion again. This time I felt Colby stiffen above me.

Three more drilling thrusts and Colby's cock erupted within my canal. I could feel his sperm being forced into my body and he let out a hoarse guttural cry as he emptied himself in me.

He collapsed on top of me, rolling a bit so as not to crush me, and pulled me into the strong embrace of his arms. Our bodies were covered in sweat and we both were panting for breath as he looked into my eyes.

All he had to do was mutter one word and I was lost.

"Incredible," he murmured and I nodded in agreement.

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Viewing the Female Form as Art

Rather than vilifying the female form and blaming it for your relapse, why not reframe the way you view a woman’s body?

You wouldn’t stop in the middle of a museum and start masturbating to a naked woman’s painting (and there are tonnes of them in a museum), so why would you feel the need to for a photograph or a video?

The highly cultivated man is able to appreciate the sexual and sensual nature of a woman’s beauty while still remaining in control of his animal impulses.

Much of the learned association of the body with highly charged sexual arousal comes from neural programming that presupposes an inherent weakness or powerlessness. It’s simply not true.

The human body itself is not what causes the state of arousal, the learned association of nudity with sexual activity is what causes it.

Humans evolved naked skin around a million and a half years ago, as they mostly lost their coat of fur. Today we have a few places where hair still remains on various parts of our bodies. To make up for this loss of protection from the sun our skin cells produced melanin, creating a dark skin tone for protection. Clothing use began as we migrated to colder climates, and was imposed varyingly according to cultural, religious, and dogmatic doctrines.

For most of human history, nudity was the norm, existing in a desexualized context. Often times social nudity in European civilizations would be commonly accepted, waxing and waning according to class, hierarchy and social taboos. Athletic events and bath houses would usually be fair grounds for nudity.

The Greek word gymnasium means "a place to train naked."

By remembering that sexual arousal is a stigmatized emotion and that nudity is contextual, it’s much easier to differentiate when and how it is appropriate -to be sovereign and master of this dynamic and powerful force.

Learn to associate nudity and the female body with that of appreciation of a painting or a sculpture, and much of this falsely learned tension will ease.

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I just want to personally thank everyone on this board who has and will continue to help me. Last night, my girlfriend and I rented out a hotel room to get away from roommates, as we will be going home from college for the semester.

I felt like a new man last night. I felt bigger, my stamina was better, everything. The two hours of foreplay contributed to this, but I managed to get (by her count) about 15 orgasms out of her, at least 4 or 5 from sex. And when it was over, I heard those magic words…

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Once again, my sincere, grateful thanks to everyone who is helpng me here to reach my goal. It is definitely paying off.

GREAT!!!! Umm…one question

“I managed to get (by her count) about 15 orgasms out of her, at least 4 or 5 from sex.”

The other 10 were from what? conversation?, watching the discovery chanel?…lol

Running a Massive Co-Front.

That'd be interesting...

Getting orgasms out of her by talking…man, I wish I could come up with some snappy comment other than something about a magic tounge, because that’s begging for one, but alas, I can’t. Just being in our own room for the night allowed for hours of foreplay that we can’t have otherwise. Man, I hate roommates sometimes, especially the ones who never leave.

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Sex often defies logic! Unfortunately discussions of female orgasm are typically aimed at providing turn-ons for men rather than being realistic accounts of how women truly orgasm.

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Renate, a student of twenty-six, liked to be affectionate with her male friends but then was bewildered when they interpreted her hugs as a sexual advance.

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Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 01

Lara had finally got the job she had always wanted. After marrying young and having two children very quickly, she had returned to her studies, gone to medical school and was now employed as the doctor at the very same boarding school she had attended as a young girl. Dressed in her white coat, she sat at her desk and awaited her final appointment of the day. She had been looking forward to this moment ever since she had been appointed.

Normally under her white coat she would wear a white cotton blouse and a sensible knee length skirt, appearing to be the model professional that the nuns who ran the school had employed her to be. Today, however, was different. Today she was waiting to conduct a leaving interview and medical examination with Sara, the first girl in her year to reach her eighteenth birthday.

Sara, the doctor knew, was a very shy girl. In this all-girl boarding school none of the pupils had much chance to become acquainted with boys of their own age and the only male presence in their lives during school term was the few male teachers on the staff. Sara, Lara had noticed, became embarrassed very easily when she was giving guest lectures on biology and, while some of the other girls had gasped aloud when she had been teaching them about human reproduction, Sara had blushed a fierce shade of red and lowered her head to prevent any of her classmates from noticing. That was when Lara knew who her first conquest would be.

She smiled as she heard a tentative knock on her door and, standing up, she went over and opened the door herself.

"Come in, Sara," she smiled.

The young girl smiled nervously and entered the doctor's office with no little trepidation. She knew that she would have to undergo a full physical examination and she had barely slept last night worrying about this. Everyone said the new doctor was nice and she had certainly seemed so the other day in class but the things she was talking about had embarrassed Sara so much that she knew her cheeks were burning and she hadn't been able to ask any of the many questions she had. She also noticed that the new lady doctor must be wearing a very short skirt today because she could see none of it below the level of her white coat which only came down to mid thigh level.

The doctor showed Sara to the waiting chair in front of her large wooden desk. This was a desk that Lara knew well since the Headmistress had once spanked her as she lay across it but she physically shook her head to remove this image from her mind. Not that she wasn't aroused by the memory but she knew she had to keep her mind on this young beauty sitting in front of her.

For Sara was indeed beautiful. She was almost as tall as the doctor herself, slim, her fitted school blouse showing off her figure well, her short uniform skirt falling to just above her knees. Lara knew that this was shorter than regulation and wondered if the girl had flaunted the uniform rules in any other way. When she was a pupil here she had hated the large navy knickers that all the girls had to wear and had substituted them for her own tiny thongs. She was wearing her favourite white one today and already she could feel her pussy moistening just a little as she looked at Sara's shaking hands held clasped on her lap.

"Now, Sara, you know why you are here, don't you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Good. Well, I will make it as enjoyable as possible and you can help by trying to relax."

"Relax?" thought the schoolgirl. "How can I possibly relax? And what did she mean by making it enjoyable."

Lara could see the confusion in the girl's face and smiled to herself. She was going to have fun with this young virgin, because she was sure that's exactly what Sara was – a virgin girl, waiting to be touched, waiting to be fucked. She sat back down at her desk facing the nervous girl and took up her pen.

"I have a few questions for you, Sara, and I want you to answer them as honestly as you can. There is no need to be embarrassed as no-one will ever hear your answers apart from me so you can be totally open. Do you understand?"

Sara simply nodded, knowing that she always got embarrassed when older people said there was no need.

"Good. Now, do you have a boyfriend?"

The schoolgirl didn't know what that had to do with anything but nodded as the doctor looked up from her file.

"And do you let him touch you?"

Sara could feel her face turning an even deeper shade of red, wondering where this line of questions was going to lead, knowing that she didn't want to be led there.

"Yes," she managed to utter.

"Where does he touch you?"

Sara had lost the power of speech by now and knew there was no way she could answer this question so she hesitatingly pointed to her breasts.

"Are you telling me you let your boyfriend feel your tits, Sara? Well, I must admit I'm more than a little surprised but at least you won't be embarrassed now when I examine them myself. Open your blouse, please."

Sara had known that she was to be taught how to examine herself properly today but she still dreaded the fact that she was about to show her naked breasts to another person for the very first time. Her boyfriend had touched her there but only through her clothes, much as he had wanted to strip her of them. He had squeezed both her round breasts roughly and declared that she was a "good size to fuck". She had no idea what he meant; she knew what "fucking" was even if she couldn't imagine ever allowing someone to do that to her but she had no idea what he meant about fucking her "tits".

She looked round to locate the screen behind which she would have to undress but the doctor explained that, since they were alone, she should remain where she was. Sara tried to reason in her mind that what the older woman had said made sense but it was still very embarrassing to sit there and start to strip.

As Sara slowly opened the buttons on her white school blouse, she could feel her cheeks blushing even more. Once she had opened all the buttons, at least as far as the waistband of her skirt, she slowly raised her head. She was slightly taken aback by the doctor obviously staring at her small, lacy bra. Sara knew her breasts weren't as big as some of the girls in her class but, since her boyfriend obviously liked them, she didn't think she had anything to be ashamed of. Ashamed was exactly how she was feeling now, however, as the doctor seemed unable to tear her gaze away from the young girl's partially covered breasts.

Again Lara had to practically shake herself to force herself to drag her eyes away from the schoolgirl's round, pert tits. True, they weren't as big as her own but she was looking forward to touching them and finding out how Sara responded. Walking round her desk until she was standing behind Sara, she asked, "Do you know how to examine your breasts, Sara?"

"No, doctor. Mother said you would teach me today. Is that right?" she asked, twisting round to see a strange, hungry look on the older woman's face.

"Yes, indeed. First I will show you what to do then I want you to copy me."

Lara knelt down behind the girl and put her hands on Sara's shoulders to allow her to get used to the feeling of another's hands on her young body. As she moved down, however, she could feel Sara trembling and forced herself to stop as she reached the schoolgirl's breasts. Sara was breathing hard as the friendly lady doctor smoothed her hands over her young breasts and pushed her pink bra down off them. Sara's face burned red but she couldn't stop herself from looking down to see the doctor's soft hands on her own breasts and was surprised to find that she quite liked the feeling of another woman's hands there. As the doctor continued to gently fondle her, Sara simply presumed in her innocence that this was how every breast examination was conducted.

What she didn't understand, though, was why she was starting to feel quite tingly – and not just in her breasts. Her nipples were starting to throb and she could feel something new and very strange between her legs. She tried to ignore these feelings as the doctor continued her exam but when the older woman took a hold of the girl's engorged nipples and tugged on them, she couldn't help but let out a small moan.

Lara could see the girl blush all the way down to her beautiful tits and when Sara moaned aloud at the stimulation of her nipples, she knew she was going to have lots of fun with this naive but responsive girl. Reluctantly removing her hands from Sara, she took the young girl's own hands and brought them to her breasts. Sara shuddered as she touched herself in this way for the very first time. The doctor's hands covered her own and guided her in what she was doing but Sara knew, she could feel that it was her own hands on her own breasts and, she very quickly realised, she liked this too. When the doctor brought her fingers to her own large nipples and she squeezed them, she couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure again.

As Lara released her hands, she looked over the young girl's shoulder to see that Sara had not let go of her breasts and was now fondling them of her own accord. She got up from her kneeling position to walk round to face the girl who was now lost in her own lust. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed and Sara could feel those new feelings between her legs begin to take over her whole body.

"Right, Sara. That will do."

The doctor's voice brought the young girl crashing back to reality and when she opened her eyes she saw the doctor once more staring at her breasts. Sara blushed bright red once more as she realised she had somehow got carried away, somehow she had done so in front of the doctor and, somehow, her knickers felt damp between her legs. She tried to cover her breasts but the doctor simply instructed her to remove the remainder of her clothes. Once again the girl rose from her seat in front of the doctor to make her way to the screen but once again the older woman dissuaded her from doing so.

"There's only you and I here, Sara. No-one else will see you. Just take off your clothes where you are and lay them on the chair."

Sara knew the doctor was making sense but it somehow seemed wrong to be undressing herself in the middle of the room rather than behind the screen. Nevertheless, being a good girl and more than a little submissive, she did as she was told. Pulling her blouse from her skirt, she slipped it off her shoulders and placed it on her chair. Not daring to look at the doctor, she reached behind, undid the clasp of her bra then removed it too.

Now topless, she felt herself blushing but knew that her examination had to continue. Taking a deep breath, she reached behind herself again and unfastened the button on the waistband of her tight skirt. She lowered the zip, wiggled her hips a little as she pulled her skirt down and revealed her knickers to the doctor. Standing there in just her regulation, navy knickers, her knee-high white socks and her black shoes, she suddenly felt very exposed to the doctor's hungry eyes and crossed her arms over her breasts.

Lara was almost disappointed to see that the girl's small rebellion hadn't gone as far as her knickers but knew that they were about to come off anyway so she didn't allow herself to dwell on the matter. Before Sara had even knocked on her door, she had cleared her desk and the schoolgirl was about to find out why. Indicating to her young patient that she should sit on the large wooden desk, Lara watched as she did what she was told once more and perched her tight bottom on the very edge.

"I want you to lie back now, Sara, as I will have to continue your examination."

As the girl did as she was told, finding the hard desk uncomfortable and the whole situation strange, Lara encouraged her to raise her knees up so that her feet were flat on the desk top. The perverted doctor now slowly prised the young girl's knees wide and looked down to see the tell-tale damp patch on the crotch of the Sara's big knickers.

"I think the best thing we can do with these, Sara, is take them off. Otherwise, how will I be able to examine you properly?"

Sara could see the sense in this once again but she wished fervently that she didn't. Raising her hips slightly, she allowed the older woman to pull her knickers down over her bottom cheeks and slide then down her slender legs. As she slipped the navy undergarment over Sara's shoes, first one then the other, Lara looked at the young girl's naked body and liked what she saw. Sara was not looking as her most private place was suddenly nude in front of another person for the first time since she was an infant. She knew the doctor was a professional but the thought of anyone looking between her legs filled her with shame. Lara, on the other hand, could not get enough of the wonderful sight that lay before her – Sara's hairy pussy.

Looking at the young girl's regulation school knickers, she turned them inside out to inspect the crotch and the damp spot she already knew was there. Holding them to her mouth, she allowed her tongue to barely touch that magical spot that, until a moment ago, had covered Sara's pussy. Now it was the doctor's turn to moan as she tasted the young girl's arousal but quickly lowered the underwear when Sara opened her eyes at the sound of the doctor's pleasure.

"I want you to look at your knickers, Sara. Do you see this damp patch?"

Sara had never felt so humiliated, examining her own knickers under the scrutiny of another woman, even if she was a doctor. She forced herself to look at the spot the Doctor was holding close to her face and simply nodded, unable to believe that she had wet herself even slightly. Lara could see the young girl's confusion and smiled to herself.

"I know what you are thinking, Sara, but you have not peed yourself. This damp spot is a result of your pussy becoming aroused when you were playing with your tits. It is perfectly normal."

Sara didn't know if she was more embarrassed by the words the doctor was using (surely, that wasn't professional, she thought) or by the fact that the doctor thought she had been "playing" with her breasts. She was very glad, though, that she had not wet herself in the way she had thought and smiled weakly at the doctor.

"Now, Sara, I am going to examine your pussy and show you how to do it yourself so that you will be able to examine yourself on a regular basis."

Sara could feel her whole body stiffen with nerves at the thought of another person touching her private place but she knew that she had to go through with this. Trying to tell herself that she was a woman now and that this was what women had to undergo, she took a deep breath again and tried to relax. At least it wasn't a male doctor examining her.

Even so, when she felt the doctor touch her smooth thighs, Sara nearly jumped off the hard desk. Explaining that she was simply separating her legs to allow her access, Lara looked down once more and drank in the sight of the girl's moist pussy. She could see that the dark, curly hairs around her cunt's entrance were already matted with her virginal juices and she longed to dip her head and taste this young beauty. Managing to control herself only with great effort, Lara continued her instruction.

"To enable me to gain entry to your pussy and not hurt you, Sara, I first have to make sure that your pussy is wet. There are various ways this can be done. The best way is if you are aroused and your own natural juices will make your slit nice and slippery. If this does not happen, then we can use artificial lubricants. Finally, and most enjoyable is to get someone else to help you. Shall I show you how?"

Sara was totally confused and more than a little embarrassed. She couldn't understand how her own body had made her wet between her legs just because she had been "playing" with her breasts; she certainly didn't understand what the doctor meant by letting someone else help her. How could someone else help her to get wet between her legs in her private place? She presumed that this was one of the things her mother had wanted her to learn today so nodded her assent to the doctor.

Lara couldn't hide the smile that now enlightened her beautiful face. She instructed the young girl to hold her own legs behind her knees and pull them up. Finally believing she had permission to indulge herself, she leaned forward and brought her tongue to Sara's wet pussy. She licked her softly, slowly, her wet tongue running delicately over the schoolgirl's pulsing cunt, not wanting to frighten her.

Sara was terrified and perplexed; she couldn't belief what the doctor was doing to her, and with her tongue. She couldn't belief that the doctor would do this to the other girls as they reached their eighteenth birthday. She couldn't belief that other doctors did this to other women, to her mother. Most of all, she couldn't believe the feelings starting between her raised legs and running through her entire body. She could hear soft moans coming from somewhere in the room and it took a moment or two to realise that they were coming from her. Was she really enjoying this? Was it ok to enjoy this? Would the doctor think she was some kind of slut? Was her face burning as red as it felt?

The schoolgirl remained in this bewildered state as Lara feasted on her dripping pussy. As she felt Sara begin to open up to her insistent tongue, the doctor pressed her tongue deeper into the young girl, eliciting even louder sounds of pleasure. Sara could hold her legs up no more as she gave herself up to these new sensations and, instead, clamped her trembling thighs tightly around the doctor's head, as the older woman took full advantage of Sara's innocence.

Lara now had full access to the school girl's most private part. She stopped for a moment to revel in the sight of Sara's moist, pink flesh. Then all she could think of herself was eating this young girl and she resumed licking up and down her young patient's hot cunt, savouring the taste and feel of the young flesh against her wet tongue. The schoolgirl's juices were flowing like never before and the noises coming from her mouth were unintelligible to either woman but Lara knew she was as turned on as the girl beneath her. Much as she wanted to bring this girl to her first climax, Lara also wanted to prolong the schoolgirl's enjoyment and make this experience one she would never forget.

Slowly extending her range, Lara began to lick down to the girl's arsehole, all the way up her soaking pussy until she reached her throbbing clit. Up and down she continued, up and down, so that Sara was now writhing on the hard wooden desk. It was obvious that the young girl was about to have the first orgasm of her life and Lara latched on to her clit, sucking it between her hot lips and flicking it with her tongue.

Sara tried to hold back her cries but, as the doctor sucked and licked then sucked and licked some more, the young girl let rip with an animal noise that came from deep within her very being. Her thighs tightened even more violently around the doctor's head as she came for the first time ever. Lara fought hard to breathe while drinking in as much of the girl's juices as she could swallow.

As the young girl's very first orgasm slowly began to die down, she opened her eyes and saw with shock her legs wrapped around the doctor's head. As she quickly released them the doctor began to slowly step back, kissing the young girl's thighs as she did so.

"I think you're wet enough now, Sara."

The girl could only lie there, panting, as she realised this ordeal was only just beginning; the doctor hadn't even begun to examine her very wet private place yet she was already more embarrassed than she had ever been. She could see the juices that she could only think had dripped from her "pussy" around the doctor's mouth and feel them dribbling down between her bottom cheeks. She squirmed as the moisture reached her dirtiest hole and she realised that she was lying in a small pool of her own making. As the doctor licked all around her mouth, Sara could only wonder what her mother was like when a doctor did this to her.

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There was a creeping feeling of unease settled deep in Will’s gut. He was far too aware that what he was doing was a terrible idea, and yet...

It wasn’t about satisfying his curiosity at this point. He knew , just as surely as he knew the sun rose in the east, and that the moon pulled the tides. It was an almost elemental, fundamental truth.

Hannibal Lecter was the Chesapeake Ripper.

Witnessing him, blood dripping down languidly from his full lips, mere feet away from the body of Tobias Budge, whose head was caved in. The doctor looking coolly unaffected, barely paying mind to the cooling corpse at all...

Will had been inside the heads of countless killers - had felt the taint of their minds; thoughts and desires not his own seeping inexorably into his consciousness until he felt his reality begin to blur.

He’d hated that feeling.

Dipping into the mind of the Ripper was almost counterintuitively calming; like slipping beneath the surface of a deep, dark lake. It was cold; the type of bone-deep chill that shocked the senses so completely that you simply ceased feeling.

It was never a murderous rage of fiery passion. It was calm, precise, and singularly beautiful.

Will wanted desperately to hate it. Time and time again though, he’d returned to the crime scene photos. He’d even ended up writing his thesis paper on the Ripper during his Masters; he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from the haunting scenes. The Ripper was a cooling balm to his riotous thoughts, and slipping under his influence felt... right.

Day after day since meeting the man, Will felt himself losing more of the willpower to keep playing their game, wanting to just give up and submit to the mastery and skill of Hannibal’s subtle coercions and suggestions. Will would have to be blind to not realize that the frightfully terrible advice that Hannibal imparted during their sessions and dinners were meant to twist Will; to help him embrace the darkness that he was constantly struggling against.

It was his desperate desire to push back against the tantalizing horror of succumbing to the Ripper’s cold embrace that had brought him to make this terrible decision.

He needed something to definitively tie Hannibal to those gorgeous horrific murders; something to finally get the doctor put away under lock and key - away from Will .

As much comfort as the older man brought with his kind words, actual therapeutic suggestions, and generosity, it was always such a double-edged sword, and Will didn’t think he had much longer until it drew blood. Until he drew blood.

So Will had decided, reckless though his plan was, to try and catch the Ripper, if only for the sake of his own morality.

And didn’t it say something that too large a part of him wanted to just keep playing ?

With a frustrated sigh, Will finally exited his car, mind made up. His hands shook as he walked up the dark, midnight-quiet street. His gait was unsteady, and his panting breath misted in the cold air in harsh plumes.

The unease grew. He couldn’t help but feel guilty, somehow. What he was planning was unspeakably rude .

Checking that the coast was clear, he slipped up the front drive of Hannibal’s stately house, and knelt in front of the door.

With his near constant state of heightened observation, previous experience as a cop, and the mindset of hundreds of killers clogging his mind, Will had noted the first time he had visited Hannibal’s home that the older man had no alarm system.

Clearly, a killer on the level of the Ripper would hardly find the need to install something so pedestrian, particularly as he would probably welcome the chance to have his prey come directly to him.

Huffing slightly in amusement at the dark thought, Will turned the handle and pushed the door open on near-silent hinges, having sprung the lock with an old set of lockpicks.

A waft of unexpected scent hit him like a wall, and he gasped in horrified recognition even as he was already stepping inside, hurrying and eager to get the door closed behind him to avoid being caught in the act of breaking and entering by any passers-by.

Will froze in a moment of panicked non-reaction at the wave of rut-scented air that met him. His mind was whirling in disbelief, self-castigation ringing in his head as his inner thoughts were backdropped by a voice hissing ‘ stupid stupid stupid stupid so fucking stupid-’

Hannibal had left him a detailed message two weeks prior, informing Will of the need to cancel their standing appointment on the eve of the 29th of October, as Hannibal had a vacation planned, and he would be out for a full week. Courteous and considerate as ever, he had also left the number for a colleague to call in his stead, should an emergency arise.

He was supposed to be on vacation , Will thought, filled with horrified dread. But he didn’t say what he was doing .

Will wasn’t an idiot; he had cased the house for days leading up to this attempt, and it had looked as though Hannibal was gone.

But o f course Hannibal had decided to go off of his suppressants to allow his rut to naturally reset his system. Most people did it at least once a year - most normal people. Will could have sworn that the older man had done it just a few months ago...

Fuck fuck fuck -

Though his thoughts only managed to cloud his mind for a handful of seconds, that moment of inaction was more than enough time for the worst to happen.

Out of the darkness of the foyer, a strong, clawed hand reached out and wrapped around his neck, and Will felt himself being slammed directly back into the door.

Eyes still struggling to adjust to the low light, Will hadn’t even notice the silent, naked form of Hannibal Lecter until the alpha was upon him.

Shaking hands came up to try and pry the crushing force away from his neck, his breath already coming out in choked gasps as he felt the pinch of his airway closing.

But it was futile to try and fight an alpha in rut, let alone a thoroughbred like Hannibal clearly was. Somehow the man appeared even more potent and dominant, naked as he was, than he normally did in his immaculate, bespoke suits.

He was gorgeously muscled, long sinewy lines of tanned skin, his chest blanketed in a thicket of grey hair. A thick, heavy cock bobbed between his legs; Will’s eyes quickly darted away from it, looking up.

Red eyes were just barely visible above Hannibal’s snarling lips, his sharp teeth gleaming white in the dim moonlight streaming in through the window high above them.

Will shut his eyes tightly and hissed out a gasping; “Please, Hannibal-”

He shut up immediately at the deep rumbling growl that sparked up in Hannibal’s throat. The alpha mercilessly ripped Will’s hand away from his own, pinning it easily to the door beside Will’s head. The unchecked, rut-fueled strength made Will feel weak as a child before him.

It made him feel helpless; omegan .

Tears welled in his eyes, brought on by frustration at the very thought, exacerbated by the natural distress of his lingering air supply, and his explicit fear.

Hannibal had every right to kill anyone who had entered his territory during his rut.

And why would the Ripper even hesitate to kill him? Will’s mind flashed with the image of it, sharp red splashes of blood, the rip of teeth into his flesh, the feel of Hannibal’s claws tearing at his skin.

Mixed with the heady cocktail of pheromones that Hannibal was putting off in cloying waves, Will couldn’t help but moan brokenly at the thought, his gut clenching, cock twitching, heart stuttering.

Was he so fucking pathetic that the idea of Hannibal ripping him apart was this hauntingly sexual? He cried out as Hannibal’s claws dug harshly into his neck, drawing blood.

Teary eyes opened wide as Hannibal leaned in suddenly, scenting directly against the skin of his neck. The squeezing pressure didn’t let up even as Will felt the wet drag of Hannibal’s tongue lapping at the dip of his collar bones, where a trickle of blood had pooled from the wound that Hannibal’s thumb had inflicted on the curve of Will’s throat.

“Hannibal, p-please.” Suddenly terrified beyond reason, Will started thrashing in the hold, the choking pressure made worse as he pushed against the hand around his neck. “Let me go! D-don’t -”

His free hand, which had been pushing uselessly against Hannibal’s chest, started to reach up to claw at the man’s face, desperate to get away. Red eyes flared, and another growl erupted from the man as he released Will’s neck, and with a flurry of movement, grasped Will’s wrist and spun him, violently slamming him face-first into the door. The alpha pulled Will’s wrist up behind his back - the arm straining at the rough handling, the old injury on his shoulder screaming.

Will realized belatedly that he was screaming as well, still trying to break away even as Hannibal pinned him with all that brutal strength, broad shoulders pressed tight against him as he shoved Will’s legs open. The hard, twitching length of the alpha’s cock was a searing line pressed against Will’s lower back and ass. It felt huge against him.

Will’s eyes rolled, white with terror - or was it desire? He was gasping, greedy for air now that he was free of the chokehold. He felt delirious with the influx of oxygen and rut-pheromones, and barely resisted as Hannibal took a handful of his curls and yanked his head to the side.

His vision whited out as Hannibal’s sharp teeth ripped into the side of his neck - this wasn’t right, no-no-no-no-

Hannibal had purposely avoided his mating gland. Will started crying, though he couldn’t tell if it was due to the searing pain, or the anger at being denied. He wanted-

He didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted Hannibal to rip out his throat with his teeth; he wanted to feel Hannibal tear him to pieces and consume him, his flesh still warm.

He wanted to mate -

“Will.” The word was harsh, sibilant, and coated in Hannibal’s thick accent. His tongue rasped at the heavily bleeding wound on Will’s neck. He sucked at the blood, and took a deep, heavy breath of the scent of it. “ Omega.”

A cold shiver of dread wound down his spine. He’d been on suppressants and scent blockers since before his first heat, when he’d read the writing on the wall and decided to shut his biology down, hard , before it could even manifest. A male fucking omega. A one in eight hundred thousand chance. Male omegas were coveted, fetishized, sold, fuck toys .

He’d run from this moment his whole life.

Of course Hannibal fucking Lecter would be able to unearth his secret, despite Will now being on military grade suppressants and blockers. With a palate like his, the man could probably taste whatever pathetic amount of omegan hormones still trickled through his veins.

He couldn’t run from Hannibal.

He couldn’t run from his true mate.

With a startled gasp, Will was pulled away from the door, and before he could even attempt to struggle again, he was tossed over Hannibal’s shoulder in an efficient fireman’s carry.

There was a moment of disbelief before Will started to laugh, his throat scratchy and catching over the noise.

Of course a man accustomed to carting around the deadweight of bodies would be able to heft Will easily; coupled with his rut-fueled strength and the fuck-or-kill alpha mindset, Hannibal was no better than a caveman dragging his omega off to breed.

His shoulder still ached from the rough treatment, but despite himself, a warm heat was growing in his belly. It was completely unsurprising to him that he appeared to be a masochist. He’d only ever engaged in purely vanilla sex, only ever with sweet, beta women, but deep down, he’d always known what he really craved...

The rush of pleasure through him at the promise of rough treatment at the hands of an alpha in rut made Will feel boneless; eager.

He allowed himself to be carried, resigned to his fate; looking forward to it even. He could go willingly, fight it and be taken regardless, or Hannibal could potentially still kill him.

Though, perhaps he’d fight back just for the fun of it. Hannibal would probably enjoy the challenge, up to a point.

During their first meeting in Jack’s office, Will had been completely bemused when he’d caught scent of Hannibal. The alpha had looked unassuming; legs crossed, body language open, an entirely benign entity.

Stark, austere, fashionable, well-kempt, upper-class, refined, controlled. He was opposite to Will in so many integral ways. How this man could have possibly set off the alarm-bells in the back of Will’s heavily repressed omegan instincts as mate was completely beyond him.

But when he’d walked in on the aftermath of the man’s fight with Tobias Budge and his breath had caught, mind overwhelmed with the dark beauty of it, it had all clicked, and he’d whispered, “ Oh...”

And then he’d gone back to repressing those hated omegan instincts, desperate to escape his biology, and he’d hatched this trainwreck of a plan to have his mate put away, to free himself from the constant temptation of knowingly bonding himself to the Chesapeake Ripper.

Yet somehow, he’d ended up in his waking nightmare. A nightmare that always left him shaking and wet .

The master bedroom was rife with the scent of rut and alpha and Hannibal , and Will found himself quickly pressed to slippery silken sheets under Hannibal’s larger bulk.

Snarling sharply up into Hannibal’s face, Will thrust his hips up, twisting his body and managing to free one of his hands. He brought up a knee into the larger man’s side, using his free hand to shove the alpha up and off of him slightly, enough to roll away and off the bed.

With a snarl of his own, Hannibal followed, his hands whipping out immediately, one honing in on the tender flesh of the back of Will’s neck - the omegan gentling pressure point, and the other wrapping around Will’s waist to drag him back against Hannibal’s chest.

Will’s limbs went weak in the hold, and he let out a supplicating whine, tilting his head instinctively to bear his neck. He seethed inwardly at the involuntary display. He’d never let anyone touch him there.

The moment that Hannibal loosened his grip on Will’s neck, accepting the omega’s show of submission, Will drove an elbow back into Hannibal’s ribs.

There was a grunt of pain behind him, but the hand around his waist didn’t loosen. Instead, it was joined by Hannibal’s other hand, and suddenly Will’s shirt was being ripped open, buttons scattering with little plinks across the dark hardwood floor.

Will started to struggle away, but Hannibal was quick to catch Will’s wrists behind his back, somehow manipulating the fabric of his jacket and shirt into a rough tangle around his hands, binding him.

Hands curled around his hips, and he found himself being lifted and thrown bodily back onto the bed. Will felt another deep clench in his gut, a flash of heat flaring through him at the sheer, brute power of the older man, and he whined again despite himself.

He’d landed on his front, arms still trapped behind him, and he immediately pushed his knees up beneath him, ready to struggle away again, but that hand was suddenly back on his neck. It was startlingly hot and sure as it squeezed hard over his gentling pressure point.

Will went limp under the touch, his face half pressed into the musky, alpha-scented sheets as he tried to catch his breath.

Hannibal gave him a gentle warning squeeze, the nails of his claws pricking delicately at his skin, and Will’s undeniably hard cock twitched in his pants.

Leaning down to press himself over Will, Hannibal scented him deeply, letting out a pleased rumble at the scent of the younger man’s flushed arousal. He nuzzled at Will’s hairline, licked at the sluggishly bleeding wound on his neck, and Will couldn’t help but think that the alpha had enjoyed their little chase.

Boneless now, suffused with the scent of Hannibal all around him, Will lay docile as Hannibal deftly undid Will’s pants with one hand and shoved them down just low enough to expose his ass to the warm air of the room.

Will’s poor, aching cock was still trapped in the confines of his underwear, and he whined, wiggling slightly, earning himself a harsh spank and rumble from Hannibal. When he shifted, he could feel the prickly drag of the teeth of his zippers against his cock through the thin material of his underwear, and he whined again.

Despite being overwhelmed by his rut, and nearly incapable of speech, Hannibal was still capable of being a completely sadistic asshole, and Will could feel the censure in the action as Hannibal spanked him again, demanding stillness.

Will huffed, settling, and was rewarded for his good behaviour when Hannibal removed his grip on the back of Will’s neck and immediately wrapped both hands around the globes of his ass, opened him up, and pressed his face eagerly between to begin feasting on Will’s hole.

The noise Will made could easily be described as a squeak, and he immediately began to thrash forward and away in surprise at the feeling.

Snarling at the interruption, Hannibal wrapped his hands more firmly around Will’s hips, and yanked him back into place, delivering a sharp, almost skin-breaking bite to Will’s cheek.

Will’s hiss of pain quickly turned into a moan of indecisive pleasure as Hannibal delved in again. The man’s breath was hot against the tight furl of Will’s hole between the wet drags of his tongue. He felt himself getting damp from the eager attention, and he was mortified that he couldn’t tell if it was from Hannibal’s saliva or his own slick come out to play, in spite of his suppressants.

Hannibal let out a hum of pleasure as his tongue finally thrust inside, and when he sealed his mouth around Will’s opening, the younger man couldn’t help but feel like his taste was being savoured.

The idea of that mouth tasting him drove Will wild, and his legs began to shake as the heat in his belly started to flare into a blaze. His cock was throbbing , and he wasn’t sure he could take much more.

Will let out a devastated moan as Hannibal started to work him more vigorously, having no way of describing it other than that he was being fucked by Hannibal’s hot tongue. The slick muscle was piercing into him over and over, deftly manipulated to circle around his hole in random patterns that left Will panting at the tease, the alpha’s teeth occasionally dragging over the reddened, puffy rim.

The most Will had ever had was his own fingers shoved up inside during his phantom-heats, barely slick enough to fit two in. He’d never let anyone fuck him, and he sure as hell had never had anyone’s mouth on him.

Hannibal lapped him up, sucked at him, and rumbled his enjoyment all the while as he devoured Will so thoroughly that the younger man had no choice but to come.

Nothing had ever felt this good, not his own fingers, not jerking himself off. And even though his cock was still trapped, the light pain of his zippers against his straining length as he thrashed and bucked in Hannibal’s tight grasp helped send him hurtling over the edge.

He pressed his face deep into Hannibal’s bedding as he came, his ass juddering back against Hannibal’s tongue, seeking more . He keened, tears coming to his eyes as the orgasm washed over him; he felt so fucking empty and he wanted something in him .

His burning need felt almost as terrible as one of his phantom-heats, and a sudden terror rose again in him, despite the knowledge that he couldn’t possibly be in heat, that it was likely just his reaction to the rut pheromones, to his true mate; it was just him being weak . He started to rear back, ready to try and fight back again, but Hannibal seemed to sense his sudden anxiety, and was there again with a hand at the back of his neck.

“Hannibal, I-” Suddenly there were two fingers pressing into him, and his teeth snapped shut.

They slid in almost easily. Two fingers , slick and slippery and thicker than his own and perfect . “F-fuck.”

Will’s back arched as they bottomed out, pushed inexorably in and in and in until Will felt contentedly full. “Oh... God, yes...”

And then, with the unerring accuracy of a doctor, Hannibal crooked both fingers and began to torture his prostate.

Held as he still was by the back of his neck, Will could do nothing more than shake under the onslaught. Hannibal didn’t thrust the fingers in and out, didn’t stretch him, didn’t do anything other than bear down and rub and massage and coax at his prostate.

“It’s t-too much, Hannibal,” he gasped out, his stomach clenching and cock twitching. “I can’t take it, I can’t, I fucking can’t !”

He’d just come, but it appeared Hannibal was single-minded in his goal to make him come again.

With another light squeeze at his nape, Hannibal hushed Will with a soft sound, and kept up the assault, “Come.”

The single word startled Will, but more than that, the sharp, authoritative alpha command swept over him like lightning, and suddenly he was coming. His cock was barely half-hard; it dribbled out another line of come into his already sticky underwear, but the pleasure was focused more on his hole, which spasmed rhythmically around Hannibal’s fingers, sucking at them, and, Will realized, coming around them.

He was orgasming like a true omega, filling his channel with slick like a woman.

That was what Hannibal had been after - a slicker hole to fuck.

Hannibal kept up the steady rubbing, forcing him well over the edge of orgasm into a prolonged, spiraling descent of almost-painful pleasure, leaving Will’s entire body shaking, his mouth opened in one long, piteous moan. He could feel the slickness now between his cheeks, wet as a bitch in heat now after the forceful orgasm that had been wrung out of him.

He thought he’d been boneless before, but now he lay, insensate, as Hannibal withdrew his fingers with a wet squelch.

Through half-lidded eyes, he caught the movement at the corner of his vision of Hannibal bringing his hand to his mouth, eagerly tasting his slick again with a pleased curl to his lips. His eyes fixed on Will’s and he looked almost amused behind the predatory lust.

Their eyes still locked, Hannibal lined up his cock and slammed home.

Breath punched out of him, Will’s eyes rolled back at the pain and sudden fullness, and it took him a moment to realize that he was coming, again .

He let out a long, gurgling curse as he shivered through his orgasm on the alpha’s thick cock, his back arched fully and cock sputtering out another sad drip of come. The walls of his hole spasmed, and he would have pulled completely off of the monstrous intrusion if he could move.

Hannibal was fucking enormous, and as soon as Will came down again, he started cursing the man out in colourful language.

“You complete fucking sadist.” He hissed, still trying to adjust to the fullness. His rim was burning with an edge that travelled all the way down to his toes, which curled inside of his boots. “You pretend to be a fucking gentleman but can’t even work up the decency to prepare me properly before shoving your dick into me.”

Hannibal chuckled, even as he swatted at Will’s ass, which Will could imagine was punishment for his poor language. He tightened further around the length inside him at the slap, and groaned as it made him feel even fuller somehow.

Seeming to hear and understand Will’s unspoken plea, Hannibal held still inside of him, massaging his nape lightly as he let the younger man adjust to the penetration.

Will was honestly impressed with the amount of control that Hannibal possessed, this deep into rut. He’d expected to be fucked bloody, but instead had been eaten out, fingered, and now allowed a respite.

He shifted, trying to get over the pain inside of him, and bore down slightly. The gentle touch on the back of his neck was helping to relax him, and soon the sharp, stabbing feeling subsided into a pleasantly aching burn. His cock began to fill again, and his hole started to squeeze and flex around Hannibal.

“I...”  Will began, unsure. “It’s... you can-”

Sensing the shift in Will, and likely smelling his increased pleasure, Hannibal eagerly drew his cock back, before pressing it inexorably back in.

Will felt every fucking inch of it dragging against his puffy, sensitive hole, the width of it holding him open in a way he had never been before. He immediately found that he loved the sensation.

Long and thick as the alpha was, Will felt a near constant pressure against his sweet spot, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was having a prostate orgasm again, which would make him slicker.

He wanted to come again. He wanted that fat cock to slide into him more easily, to have it fuck him faster, harder.

Amazed at himself, he lay there and let Hannibal slowly tear down the walls of his self-denial. He never thought that he would let anyone fuck him, let alone an alpha. He had feared what Hannibal meant to him since the moment he met the man, but now...

He shut his eyes as the slow, methodical drag of Hannibal’s cock brought him to another, smaller orgasm. Just a gentle swell in his lower belly that had him clenching down sweetly. He hadn’t even known that he could come in such disparate ways.

“Hannibal, please...” There was a desperation in his voice, but he barely knew what he needed.

With another soft squeeze on his nape, Hannibal let go, resting the hand next to Will’s head, while the other tightened it’s hold on his hip.

And then he started fucking Will.

Whatever he had been doing before, it was clearly still in deference to letting Will adjust. Now this, though?

This was rut-sex.

Will felt like a ragdoll, dragged back onto that thick cock, before being slammed forward as Hannibal simultaneously fucked up into him with powerful thrusts. The slap of Hannibal’s hips against Will’s ass almost drowned out his gasping moans, but didn’t quite manage it.

Hannibal’s claws dug sharply into his hip, and the scent of blood tickled Will’s senses, somehow sharpening the hunger in his gut. He came again, this time feeling an openness deep in him, his body desperate to fill it with the sucking drag of his hole over Hannibal’s cock, urging it deeper.

He could feel a seeping slickness now between his thighs, over his balls, across his cheeks. It was smeared everywhere, and he could suddenly smell them.

Not just Hannibal, alpha, and rut, but Hannibal-Will, alpha-omega, rut- heat .

“Oh fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,” He chanted in time with the thrusts. “Feels so fucking good... fuck yesss...”

He was lost in it, and he fucking loved it . He arched his hips up, trying to make his ass more easily accessible. Presenting .

Hannibal snarled, slamming in that much harder, that much deeper, and purred, “Good omega.”

Will screamed in a whiteout of pleasure, this orgasm hot and sharp, with a heat that he felt in the depths of his soul. He’d pleased his alpha.

“Alpha, please, please-” He didn’t know what he was begging for, but beg he did. Tears were clinging to his eyelashes again, and he couldn’t find it in him to hate himself for it. “More, please - fuck me harder, give me your fucking knot!”

The sharp crack of Hannibal’s hand against his ass caused a quick, sharp orgasm to wash over him at the stinging pain.

As the omega convulsed around his cock, Hannibal growled and tore at the clothing around Will’s arms, and suddenly Will was free. No hold on his neck, nothing binding his hands.

He planted his palms against the bed and shoved his ass back on Hannibal.

“My perfect omega.” Hannibal hissed, pressing down to blanket himself over Will’s back, his sweaty chest coming up against Will’s rumpled up t-shirt, which made the omega whine. He reached down with one hand to try to yank the offending clothing off, but lost his balance as Hannibal continued to pound into him at a punishing pace, only managing to ruck it up to his armpits.

One of Hannibal’s hands slipped under him, and Will thought he would help with his shirt, but instead the alpha merely trapped Will’s nipple between his fingers and pinched, squeezing and twisting.

“Oh,” Will gasped at the feeling, never having paid any attention to his nipples at all before. He came with his eyes wide and mouth open, and then started whining and trying to squirm out of Hannibal’s grip as the man refused to let up his torture.

With a sob, Will realized that again, he wasn’t coming down from his orgasm, rather it had peaked and was dragging. He tried desperately to get Hannibal to let up on his abused tit, but the man simply cupped it, squeezing and pinching at his sore nipple and driving Will wild. The alpha pressed his full weight down as the omega bucked and cried, sobbing under him at the overwhelming feeling of coming for so fucking long.

“Too much, too much,” Will gasped, and somehow he almost managed to squeeze down so hard on Hannibal’s cock that the man was almost pushed all the way out of his body. The alpha growled as he bullied his cock back into Will’s violently spasming hole. “Hannibal please.”

Will’s placating whimpers did nothing to ease Hannibal’s abuse. The man simply swapped hands to Will’s other nipple, and picked up his pace, fucking Will that much harder.

Sobbing, Will was almost so out of it that he barely noticed the thickening of Hannibal’s knot. Will was sopping wet at this point, stuck on the painful threshold of constant orgasm from the abuse of his chest, and Hannibal was very easily going to slam his thick knot into him.

“Oh god, alpha please!” He screamed, trying to open himself more, bearing down on his alpha’s cock, wanting the thick stretch. He could practically taste it.

Hannibal was purring now, and he buried his nose in Will’s hair before dragging his mouth along the side of Will’s neck.

There was a light prick against his skin, and Will felt his hindbrain kick into overdrive. He tilted his head, baring his throat; his mating gland.

He wanted it so fucking bad.

“Please, alpha... Hannibal.”  He begged. There was no rational thought left in him. He just knew that this was his true mate. A mate who would kill for him. Hannibal would provide for him. He would rip their enemies apart and he would feed Will their still warm, bloody hearts. He would breed Will so fucking well and would protect their children. He would give them the world because he was a magnificent, monstrous, perfect alpha. “I need it. I need you.

With a frightening growl, Hannibal fucked his knot into Will’s eager hole, and Will moaned long and loud at the pleasurable pain of it, still coming.

Hanging on the precipice, Will waited, not breathing, his whole being divided between the fullness of Hannibal’s knot in him, and the barely perceptible pinch of his canines against his mating gland.

And then suddenly, the heat of Hannibal’s body was gone.

There was a painful tug of the knot against his hole as he was jostled by Hannibal’s abrupt movement, but they remained locked together. Hannibal’s legs were still between his, his hips still against Will’s ass.

But his teeth were not in Will’s neck.

Panicking, Will felt his chest constrict. His eyes opened wide, and he pushed himself up to look back at Hannibal.

Hannibal’s eyes looked clearer, the lust that had eclipsed them earlier was a banked fire now. The amusement was gone.

He looked blank.

Will’s hackles rose as he felt an almost thunderous anger rising from the alpha. It was cold and frightening.

He ducked his head, baring his nape in a show of pure, animal fear.

“William.” Hannibal began, his voice completely flat. “What you’ve done is incredibly rude.”

The sinking feeling of dread that had been with him earlier in the night was back now, robbing him of the heat of arousal. If he wasn’t still stuck on Hannibal’s knot, he thought he might try to run.

Though that might have been a death sentence; trying to run from the Ripper after he’d thoroughly pissed him off.

“I-I’m sorry Hannibal.” He stuttered out. “I... I shouldn’t have broken into your home.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Hannibal agreed, icily calm. “I can’t imagine why you felt the need to do something so inadvisable.”

The scent of rut was still coming from Hannibal, yet it clearly had been curbed by his release, and Will was baffled by how completely clear-headed he now seemed.

“It was stupid. Really stupid.” Will admitted. “I probably can’t ever apologize enough, but I... I regret my actions. I didn’t mean for... this to happen. I didn’t know you’d be home.”

Hannibal hummed, a displeased, shattering noise. But still, he hadn’t killed Will yet.

“I am a very private person, Will.” Hannibal began, “and I cannot describe to you how little I appreciate having that privacy invaded. Particularly during such a vulnerable time as my rut.”

Will started to apologize again, but Hannibal continued over him, “I have lived this long without having shared my rut with anyone, and have chosen to remain unbonded. It would take a truly exceptional person to earn my interest; someone who I feel I could trust and share all aspects of my life with, and it is not a decision that I would choose to make lightly, or in the heat of the moment.”

The beginnings of guilt that he’d felt earlier now blossomed fully into a searing knife to the gut, making Will shiver. Coming down off the endorphins and adrenaline left him feeling wrung out, like he was dropping. And now this?

Hannibal didn’t even want to bond with him.

“I-I understand...” Will whispered. “I’m sorry to have put you into that position. I really didn’t mean to.”

Hannibal made a noncommittal noise, before taking a deep, calming breath, and pulled out of Will, knot still half-formed. Will hissed at the pain of it, but didn’t fight it. The fact that Hannibal had managed to get his knot down so quickly spoke of extreme bodily control.

“And I am sorry for my actions, influenced as I may have been by my rut.” Hannibal offered, sliding from the bed. “Perhaps it is best that we both put this incident behind us.”

Still facing away from Hannibal, kneeling unmoving on the bed as the man’s cum slowly streamed from his aching hole and dripped onto his pants, Will felt cold and empty.

“That would probably be best.” He agreed, trying hard not to let the brokenness seep into his tone. He isn’t sure it works.

“If you’ll excuse me, I would like to freshen up while I’m still able.” Hannibal was moving towards his ensuite, “You’ll forgive me for not showing you out.”

Will nodded, still staring down at the bedsheets and refusing to look at Hannibal.

Hearing the door to the bathroom click shut, Will finally moved to start pulling his pants up, grimacing at the ridiculous amount of come still leaking from his hole, and the tacky build up in the front from where he’d come countless times.

Shoving his t-shirt down, Will levered himself off of the bed as quickly as his sore muscles allowed. His shoulder was aching with a dull, pulsing throb, and his triceps hurt from having his hands bound for so long behind his back. The bite mark on his neck, so close to where he’d wanted it, made his heart ache more than anything, and each twinge of it blackened his mood further.

He walked unsteadily and bent to pick up his ruined shirt and jacket, having to bite his lip to hold in the groan at the strain on his lower back and ass.

He’d fucked women before, in the guise of a beta, and had never understood the aversion to the “walk of shame.” He’d always been eager to leave, never wanting to linger beyond the moment that his sexual urges were met.

But this... He practically fled Hannibal’s house, trying to hold in a sob of frustration.

Never in his life had he felt so fucking miserable, so used and broken and omegan.

He hated crying. He hated being this much of a slave to his emotions. He hated that an alpha was making him feel this way.

His gait was just as shaky on the way back to his car as it had been when he’d approached Hannibal’s house earlier in the evening, though this time due to his soreness.

He had to ease himself into the driver’s seat, hissing as he did so. He shut the door behind him, and turned the car on to allow it to warm up.

Within moments he was surrounded by the scent:  Hannibal-Will, alpha-omega, rut- heat .

He wanted to cry, but instead, he snarled, put his car in drive, and started driving home, towards the approaching dawn.


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