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“Lay down, Will” Hannibal said as he pointed to the blanket on the floor. On the blanket were various pillows and favourite stuffies that Will owned, most of them dogs. Will looked down confused, “Hannibal, this doesn’t feel exactly very kinky, I don’t know where you’re going with th-”. Hannibal cut him of as he gently pushed will down to the ground.
Hannibal was being awfully quiet, more so than usual. Most of the time when they did scenes, Hannibal was the talkative one, ordering Will around while Will stumbled over his own words or just went quiet. But not now, Hannibal wasn’t talking, but he somehow held the power and tension in the room that made Will not want to break the silence. Hannibal gently picked up Will’s wrists, put on thick mittens on his hands and tied them together, then tied them to a hook in the floor.
Will could still lift his hands, the rope from his wrists to the floor was maybe around a half a meter long, he thought. Will tugged at the restraints, they didn’t give, “That’s more like it, Hannibal you are strangely good with rope.” Hannibal gently stoked Wills cheek “Shush darling”. Then Hannibal moved to Will’s legs, more rope. Hannibal skilfully tied Will’s legs together mid-thigh, Will could still move his knees and everything below that point freely, but his thighs were stuck together. Hannibal then stood up and said to Will “Be a good puppy for me.” and walked to the other side of the room and sat down. And just stared at Will.
Wills first instinct was to try to get up, not get away, just stand. That’s seemed to get a reaction out of Hannibal, as he stood up and walked back over to Will. “Good puppies stay down on the ground, Will.” Hannibal calmly said as he started tying rope around Wills chest and shoulders, kind of like a harness. And then tied the rope to another hook in the ground, this time Will could only move a couple of centimetres off the ground. Hannibal then went back to his chair.
Will stayed still for a couple of seconds, then he tried to move. He wasn’t uncomfortable, the ropes weren’t digging into skin since he was fully clothed anyway, and he was surrounded by soft blankets and pillows. But he was frustrated at not being able to move and feeling so stuck. He could feel the fog of sub space stating to cloud his mind. Will squirmed around and stretched his legs straight out, which finally got another reaction out of Hannibal.
“Good puppies stay curled up, my darling Will.” Hannibal sounded so amused, but he was being so cruelly gentle with his words. Hannibal walked back over and tied Wills knees and connected it to the rope around Will’s chest. This time Will tried to protest and fight back by trying to keep his legs straight. Hannibal easily overpowered and manhandled him into position. So, Will was stuck with his legs curled in to his chest, hands uselessly tied in front of him with mittens on and his body was tethered to the ground. He was so utterly stuck, he started begging “Hannibal common please don’t just leave me like this”, Hannibal cut him off again, which he seemed to love doing these days. “Ah-ah-ah Will. Good puppies don’t speak, now do they?”. Will knew what had to be coming next, so he tried to plead and apologise. “They don’t, I’m sorry, Hannibal, please” Hannibal put a muzzle on him. Not even a gag, but a muzzle that clearly wasn’t made for a real dog. Snug fit and it covered half of Will’s face, even his nose. He could still breathe thanks to the air holes, but he could not speak. He could maybe get some noises through the mask if he was lucky. Hannibal walked back over to his spot and sat.
Will felt so helpless, laying on the ground, unable to move, unable to speak. He started to just slightly accept it, laying on the ground, sometimes looking at Hannibal, sometimes looking around the room, sometimes looking at his body and them blushing at the situation he was in. He was getting annoyed at how Hannibal was ignoring him, well mostly. He was just sitting there, looking at Will like he was the most entertaining animal in the world. But he wasn’t doing anything, not speaking, not giving orders or praise. Just observing. But what Will do about that? There was one thing left. Will could glare at him, and glare he did. He stared back at Hannibal like he was the meanest person on the world. And well sure, Hannibal was a serial killer but he was never truly cruel to will.
Hannibal chuckled “Awh darling, staring at me like that. That’s not good boy behaviour. Good puppies don’t glare at their owners.” Then Hannibal walked over and took away one of Wills last remaining senses: sight. Hannibal blindfolded him, which Will did not like and he stared thrashing around. Hannibal sat down next to Will’s squirming on the blankets and put a hand on his shoulder “Shhh darling, good boys stay still. Just calm down”. That slightly calmed Will and he went still.
Then Hannibal moved his hand to Will’s hair and started gently petting and scratching his scalp. The effect was almost instant, all of Will’s tense muscles relaxed into the soft pillows and blankets. Restrained, mute and blind, Wills only sense of the world was Hannibal, his touch his voice “There we go puppy, being so helpless just melt all your thought away, doesn’t it?” Will got embarrassed at the humiliating tone and words started moving again and making little whimpers. Hannibal replied with “No no no, be good and stay still. Even if you feel pathetic and flustered, just stay still for me darling. Just melt into it, such a good pet”. Then Hannibal tugged at Wills hair, not harsh, not painful, just firm pressure at the scalp. Will whined and shivered and let out a series of whimpers. “Yeah, that’s your weak spot isn’t it? Having someone tug at your hair undoes you. Well not anyone, just me. Do you realise how vulnerable you are right now? Completely unable to defend yourself and the Chesapeake ripper is in the same room, petting you. You’re so pathetic.”
Will was so far gone, face completely flushed under the muzzle and eyes glossed over under the blindfold. He wasn’t thinking much, and his last few stray thoughts were all of Hannibal. His muscles were completely slack, melted into the rope and the blankets underneath. So soft, Will just wanted to be good, and by now he’d learned that any movement or resistance would just mean more restraints. So he did nothing but lie there and take everything Hannibal threw his way. Every pet, every scratch, every wonderful hair tug. Thankfully Hannibal was also in soft mood, not in one of his sadistic ones, the ones where he’d tie Will up and hurt him for hours. Will didn’t mind those, he didn’t mind taking pain from Hannibal, but now his world felt too soft for even the thought of pain.
They stayed there for a while, Hannibal petting and talking while Will was entirely still. An outsider would’ve thought Will was asleep, but Will was awake and very attentive to every single one of Hannibal’s moves. His thoughts had slowed down to a stop at that point, and his joints had started to ache faintly. Hannibal somehow seemed to know, he always did. Hannibal started untying Will, who whined in protest. “Will, this doesn’t have to be over yet, but I’m going to untie you. Be a good pet”. Hannibal slowly undid all the binds and guided wills body to stretch out, which slightly hurt after being so still for so long, and he rubbed his wrists and took off the mittens. The blindfold and muzzle stayed on, which Will was grateful for, and Hannibal pulled will into his lap and pet him again.
Hannibal reached up to remove the blindfold, once he took it off Wills arms shot up to cover his eyes, even though the room was dimly lit it still felt way too bright for Will’s deprived eyes. Before Will could cover his face again Hannibal took a firm grip of both of wills hands and held them “No, darling just adjust to the light.”. Will’s eyes were a bit red and puffy, he whimpered and whined from the light. Hannibal cupped his cheek “Oh my pathetic little puppy can’t handle seeing the world again. You should see your expression right now, you look so… mindless. Like there is nothing going on behind those eyes. Have you been crying darling? Why? I was nothing but good to you, you know how rough and cruel I can be. Such a pathetic boy, but you’re my boy.” Hannibal teased. The mix of this degradation and ownership made Will breathe faster, and only whimper louder under his muzzle. Hannibal’s words hit harder than his hands ever could. He was so very far gone, he just wanted to hide.
Hannibal granted him the mercy of letting Will hide in the crook of his neck, and he just hugged him and petted his hair and back and rocked them both slightly. They were like that for a while again. Will had absolutely no conception of time, he was utterly lost. He had no idea how long it had been since this weird “scene” began, but he never wanted it to end. Just him and Hannibal, the rest of the world didn’t exist.
After a bit, once it was time to take wills muzzle off, Will resisted. Even tried to get away from Hannibal. He didn’t want it off, he didn’t want this to be over. “Okay, puppy you can keep it on.” Hannibal said. But then he did something mean, he kissed Wills forehead, but only as a distraction to get his hands to the back of Will’s head and undo the muzzle. Then he pulled it off and Will looked betrayed, fresh tears in his eyes, all just from not being allowed to stay muzzled. Hannibal saw that look on his puppy’s face and said “Oh, was that so mean of your owner to do, to just rip it off like that? You can stay quiet for longer, for as long as you need puppy”. Then he wiped away Wills tears.
“Alright Will, I’m going to go to the kitchen and fetch you water and some food. You’re going to stay here on your blankets and pillows, I promise I’ll be quick.” Will quietly whimpered and nodded, Hannibal got up and left. Will laid back down and just thought “Good puppies stay still.”