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"He's a fucking cannibal, he won't have any problems no matter what you put in his mouth" Bobby said.
The bad cop was behind Hannibal, the good cop, Will, was right in front of him. Hannibal was on his knees, his straitjacket and mask covering the lower part of his face. Will had just asked him if he would let him use his mouth as he stroked his chin. Hannibal's eyes said it all, looking at both cops with excited fear emanating from his body.
"Well, say something, fag. He asked you a question" Bobby growled, tugging at the cannibal's ashy hair. Will smiled and carefully untied the leash at the back of his neck.
"Don't bite" Will whispered with a soft smile, slowly taking his mask off. The first thing Hannibal did was stretch his jaw and say thank you. "See? Like a good boy".
Hannibal swallowed saliva at the praise, marveling at Will, at his mannerisms and attitude. For Bobby he couldn't feel the same, but there was something about his lack of gentleness that excited him equally, the way he bent down, confidently, to hold him by the collar and whisper in his ear.
"Get your mouth to work, bitch".
A few seconds later, Will had his cock buried in his throat and Hannibal, although he had no gag reflex, was having a hard time breathing. Bobby was pressing on the back of his neck so that he could not separate his nose from Will's pubis, panting with pleasure. When he finally broke away, Hannibal drooled, staining the floor.
"Such a good boy..." Will praised again.
Bobby lifted his face sharply.
"Yeah, he's not good with the talking, but his tongue is useful anyway, hm?" His hands slid under Hannibal's pants, pulling the fabric down to leave them at his thighs. "This hole as pleasing as the other?" He asked, teasingly, pulling down his own pants to rub his erection between the cannibal's buttocks.
Hannibal lost his balance for a moment, gasping, but Will pulled one of the straps of the straitjacket, bending down, keeping him in the position.
"Easy there" Will smiled. "I know Bobby can be very rough, but you're doing just fine. You're a big boy, you can take it, right?" Hannibal didn't answer, and Will became firm, demanding. "Right?"
"Yes" Hannibal responded quickly, sighing, and Bobby opened the bottle of lube, pouring it over his cock, between Hannibal's buttocks. As he rubbed, Will's grip was his only support.
"Can't believe this is the Chesapeake ripper" Bobby chuckled. "You're too fucking easy. No wonder you're in solitary confinement, you'd be everyone's bitch." Hannibal closed his eyes tightly, helpless in the face of his belittling. But Will stroked his cheek and made him look.
"I'm surprised too. How can a killer like you be so adorable?" Will's words made him blush and moan a little, and Bobby slid his cock inside just in time, perfectly coordinated with his brother to make Hannibal whimper. "There you go. Feels good, doesn't it?"
Bobby thrusted deeply into Hannibal's ass, groaning. He was being so rude, knowing Hannibal hated rudeness.
"Fuck, you're tight".
"Is he? So much time without someone inside you... Must've felt awful. We're gonna fix that. But you gotta behave, mh? You gonna be good for us?"
Will was being terribly sweet, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, raising one of his eyebrows and smiling. He was loving and tender, while Bobby was hard and impassive. Bobby began to move at a stronger pace, penetrating him as deep as he could, and each thrust was more steady than the last, driving him crazy.
He didn't want to admit that Will was right, that he missed the attention, the sex, having someone inside him to pleasure him to bursting.
"C'mon, stop denying, you love this" Bobby gasped to his ear. "You love being used and abused, don't you? I'm making you a fucking favor".
"It's ok to like it, Bobby" Will replied, but he kept looking Hannibal in the eye. "Do you like a little pain, doctor Lecter?" That made Hannibal blush even more. "We can make you feel good like that, it's ok. You just have to tell us what we wanna know. You can do that, right? Can you be a good boy for us?"
Hannibal was still moaning, but he didn't say a word.
"No?" Will asked. "You won't have a prize if you're not a good boy, Hannibal" Then, the way he pronounced his name made him shudder. Hannibal flinched and Will sensed it. "You wanna be a good boy, don't you, Hannibal? You want your prize. How about my cock? Do you wanna have my cock in your mouth again? I can give you that".
"C'mon, whore, open up" Bobby panted. Both his hands had been busy on Dr. Lecter's hips, but now one of them went up to his face to urge him to open his mouth wider. "You know you want it, you're so hard right now... It's fucking embarrassing".
"You have such a pretty mouth... Those lips..." Will said quietly, sticking two of his fingers into Hannibal's mouth. "Do you want me to feed you, Hannibal? I could give you my seed".
Hannibal's eyes widened in surprise and excitement as his mouth watered around Will's digits. Bobby laughed at him.
"Oh, that's the right spot, he got tighter. Shit, he's sucking me. Sick bastard".
"You promise me you're gonna be a good boy, Hannibal? Tell us all we need to know. Every victim's name. I know you remember each one, you wouldn't forget something that important". Will's voice was soft, contrasting tremendously with Bobby's. "You'll write down a list for me, won't you?"
Hannibal rolled his eyes as Bobby fucked him harder and faster, his moans become louder.
"Y-yes" he managed to say between his own gasps. But Bobby tugged on his hair to demand that he repeat it, loud and clear. "Yes! I'll do it, I'll give you what you want, I- I need-"
Bobby shoved him and Will pulled back. Hannibal ended up with his face and shoulders against the ground as Bobby lashed out mercilessly at his body.
"I don't care what you need, you piece of shit".
The slapping of Bobby's hips against his butt cheeks echoed throughout the room. Hannibal would have much more endurance in a normal situation, but he had been locked up for a while, deprived of human contact, of the pleasures that made him the hedonist he was. So restricted and easily manhandled, his body tensed and shuddered. He held his breath trying to hold back the orgasm, but to no avail. His voice became higher pitched, shaky, broken. A few seconds later, he could feel the weight of Bobby's body on his back, his semen inside him.
"Fuck..." Bobby breathed, still inside him. "This pathetic bitch came untouched. You got the floor dirty".
Hannibal was too exhausted to respond or even move. When Bobby broke away, he felt like he was going to fall to the ground, his legs no longer had the strength to hold him up. But Will did. Will reached down and pulled him up, made him sit up on his knees. All the while Bobby cleaned himself up.
"You did so well, Hannibal" Will praised tenderly. "Look at you, so dizzy. Can you keep going? It'd be so rude of me not to give you the prize you deserve".
"Yes, please. Will... Let me..."
Will smiled and stroked his hair, combing it back. He stood up and brought his hard cock to Hannibal's mouth with complete calmness. Hannibal took it as if it were the best meal he'd had in months, licking and sucking desperately, chocking himself on it, drooling all around it.
After that, Hannibal gave them all the information they needed with only two conditions; maintaining his privileges and continuing to receive regular visits from them.