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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter, Will_Graham/Original_Male_Character(s), Will
      Graham_&_Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Daddy_Issues, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Age_Difference, Young
      Will_Graham, Teenage_Will_Graham, Will_is_15, Underage_-_Freeform, Past
      Underage, Past_Underage_Sex, Exhibitionism, Public_Masturbation, Loss_of
      Virginity, First_Time, Flashbacks, Authors_have_an_accent_kink, Pre-
      Canon, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Multiple_Orgasms, Coming_Untouched,
      Group_Sex, Orgy, Multiple_Partners, Spitroasting, Blow_Jobs, THIS_IS_NOT
      OK, But_I_mean_if_you_DON'T_think_Will_Graham_is_a_little_freak_then_what
      are_you_even_doing?, 9k_words_of_sin
  Series:
      Part 1 of Daddy's_Little_Angel
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-20 Words: 9294
****** Tell Me About Your Father... ******
by ishipthemsogoddamnhard, Yggdrastiles_(hauntedsilences)
Summary
     This is the much-referenced prequel to Person Of Interest where Will
     tells Hannibal the whole story about his father's friends...and his
     sexual awakening AKA 'How Will got his Daddy kink'.
Notes
     This is a not good, very bad thing and we are sorry. Almost. Kind of.
     Not really....
     I shouldn't have to remind you all but READ THE TAGS!!! If it's not
     your thing, don't read.
     Will is 15 which is likely underage in most places yet not exactly
     uncommon, but we do not in any way condone what happens in this
     story. It is a work of fiction and Sinner Points to anyone who gets
     my awful references ;)
"Are you absolutely sure you want me to tell you, Hannibal?" Will asked,
eyebrows raised doubtfully. They were lying in bed, post-coital and cuddling
and Hannibal had, for some reason, insisted on bringing up Will's past.
Specifically his teenage years.
"I wish to know everything about you, Will, as you do me." Hannibal pointed out
and Will could agree that it was fair but he still wasn't sure how Hannibal
would take hearing it all. He had never fully elaborated on it to anyone,
telling Nigel only vague details.
"I'll tell you, but I want you to promise me you won't try to find them,
Hannibal."
There was a long pause while Hannibal weighed the options. "Very well..." He
agreed reluctantly.
Will sighed, committed to telling the story. "It's kind of a long one, so bear
with me. We moved around a lot when I was a kid, but when I was fourteen, we
moved back to Louisiana, in a town a few miles from where I was born. We stayed
there for about a year...maybe a year and a half." He said, settling in against
Hannibal's chest, leg thrown over his. "My dad…had some friends…but I'm going
to change their names, though." He warned, knowing that providing Hannibal with
their real names would prove to be too great of a temptation, probably.
"Anyway...the summer after I turned 15..."
******************************
Will was used to the stares, he knew his features were fine, delicate, feminine
even. He was slight, a little short for his age….five feet four in one sock.
His dad's friends tried to hide it, but he still knew when their eyes were on
him. His dad...well, he was either indifferent or not sober enough to realize
what was going on. Maybe he wouldn't even have cared if he did know. Either way
Will liked the attention. The way their eyes would linger on the strip of skin
visible above his waistband when he was tying sails, his shorts having ridden
down to his hipbones. The way they'd leer when he'd drink water, flushed with
exertion, and when he'd lick his lips, more than one would copy the motion. It
was an addictive feeling, being able to make grown men react like that. People
said teenagers were slaves to their hormones. Please.
It was only Will's nature to see how far he could take it. How far he could
push...and what would happen when he did.
Will couldn't help the pull he felt when some of his dad's closer friends would
come by the house. They smelled like the ocean and whiskey at all times, and it
was as much familiar to Will as it was a little intimidating. Just like the men
themselves really. They would drink on the porch in summer and if Will came in
or out he would have to pick his way through them, often barefoot, on hazy and
still warm evenings.
Will would feel their eyes on his legs, his shoulders, and his skin tingled;
his own feelings were clouded by theirs, full of sin, and he loved it. He
wouldn’t do a thing about it other than blush, although in his
dreams...ohhh...but he was drunk on his own game, if still just unconscious of
his own fantastic power.
Still, Will found himself doing things to encourage the looks. One hot July, he
washed his father's truck wearing naught but his shorts, smirking to himself at
the looks people gave him as they walked down to the dock. A few of the guys
were in the house with his father, but there were three on the porch, drinking
beer and watching him work. Will was drenched with water, fabric clinging to
his skin obscenely. Curls damp and dripping onto his shoulders. Will wondered
how many thought of him at night…
As he passed by them on his way inside he felt a pinch on his ass and turned
around sharply, but they all acted indifferent, even though Will knew better.
Still he felt himself blushing and there was a thrill that ran through him at
the thought of it. He said nothing. They however, must have discussed it,
because it seemed to have become a game of sorts, "make the pretty Graham boy
blush", because suddenly in the following weeks, they'd take whatever
opportunity presented to pinch him or even smack his ass.
Will didn't mind, and in a way it felt like a victory, almost, to have been
able to reduce these men to such childish games. It did nothing to discourage
Will, in fact it only made him wonder if he could push or encourage them even
farther. Which is why one afternoon found him wandering the house in his t-
shirt and shorts, making iced tea for his father's friends sitting outside on
the porch. There were four of them today: Mike, Joe, Bobby, and Pete, and more
than one had already managed to cop a feel in passing.
Will brought out the pitcher, and had to bend a little to pour glasses. As he
poured the last glass, pitcher now almost empty, he felt a sharp slap across
his rear, and he cried out in surprise. He whirled around, mock-indignant, only
to be slapped again from the other side. The danger sent a jolt of arousal
through his body and even though he was thrilled to be winning, he was still
shy when you got down to it, and played innocent a little longer.
Will dropped his big baby blue eyes and tried to calm himself down. It had only
been a few nights since he had been spanked in his dream by one of the men
there, Mike. He had woken up sweating and so painfully hard, and the memory was
only adding to the flush creeping across his cheeks. Will smiled to himself.
"You boys are gonna get me in trouble..." He drawled quietly, his accent much
stronger back then, "My Daddy won't like it..." He had turned on his heel to go
but felt a warm, rough hand on his elbow pulling him back. He gasped as he lost
his footing and found himself sitting on Mike's lap.
"Hmm...well it looks like your daddy ain't here, boy." Mike pointed out, and
the other men chuckled in response. Will squirmed half-heartedly like he was
actually trying to get away, but in reality he couldn't help but focus on the
hardness that began to form in Mike's pants. This was...a far better response
than Will had honestly been expecting. That, combined with what they were all
projecting as they watched Will squirm, was enough for Will's cock to harden as
well, the slight humiliation only adding to the thrill of it. His legs were
splayed over Mike's, and the older man held onto his hips, keeping him
stationary for the time being.
"Would ya look at that!" Bobby pointed, "Dirty little boy's gettin' hard, ain't
he?" The other men chuckled and Will's mouth slackened, pupils dilating with
lust. He was, he was tenting the front of his shorts, obscenely displayed, and
the thought only made him harder. He shut his eyes with an ashamed little
whimper, rolling his hips a tiny bit, wondering distantly what they would do if
he started touching himself.
Will bit his red lip and raised his gaze to Joe who sat opposite him, he could
feel himself surrounded, drowning in their desire for him. It was dragging him
under and he needed some relief. He ran a trembling hand up his bare thigh,
wide eyes never leaving Joe's, seeking permission...the approval he craved, and
skated a tentative hand over his clothed erection with a shocked little whine.
"Oh my god...this gets you off doesn't it darlin'?" Joe said slowly, mouth open
and astounded at the sight in front of him. Bobby and Pete just stared,
disbelieving and even Mike's hands on his hips seemed to freeze. Will could
only nod as he rubbed more insistently at himself. Mike tilted his head to purr
in his ear.
"Go on then, princess....why don'cha touch yourself for us properly?" He
suggested and they all shared lascivious, feral grins.
Will's mouth was open as he panted slowly, and he knew the men were considering
how they could put it to better use. He unbuttoned his shorts slowly, not with
intent to titillate, necessarily, but more because he loved the way their eyes
followed him. He's captivated their attention entirely, and he wanted to make
it last. He tugged his zipper down just as slowly, but the tiny vibrations the
teeth make as they part were like torture against his already hard and leaking
cock. Will couldn't wait any longer, didn't want to try. He pulled himself out,
hand covering his cock, like he's not purposefully teasing them by not letting
them see. Mike had the best view, he could see the way Will's cock leaked onto
his own fist and he helpfully slid Will's t-shirt up, teasing his nipples while
he had them exposed. Will just moaned unabashedly and started to stroke, eyes
half-lidded as he watched them watching him.
Will could feel the older man's cock pressing against his ass through both
their clothes, as he worked himself for his rapt audience. Their need was
painted all over their faces and Will drank it in, letting it push him closer
at the same time as his hand. Will knew they wanted a show and he performed it.
He was writhing and arching a little in Mike's lap as the man ran his big hands
over Will's body, the tips of his toes dragging over the warm wood of the deck
as he straddled Mike’s legs.
Will was so, achingly, turned on as he stroked his cock firmly, soft moans
falling from between parted pink lips. He couldn't believe he was going to come
right here on the porch for them, with his Daddy inside the house. They studied
him hungrily and Will felt so utterly wanton, building his orgasm ever higher.
Will was so close and they all knew it. A couple palmed their own cocks through
their jeans, no effort made to be subtle. Mike's cock was nestled against his
ass, pressing against the seam of Will's shorts and in that moment, all Will
could think about was what it'd be like if he fucked him. Will's squirms became
more like grinding against Mike's clothed cock, and Mike took notice, helping
guide Will's hips. "You gonna get off like this, boy? Rocking on my dick with
your daddy's friends all watchin’ you?" He growled in Will's ear.
Will wailed brokenly, covering his mouth to try and muffle himself with his
free hand. His eyes fluttered shut as he focused on his impending orgasm. "What
would your Daddy think if he saw you like this, hmm? Should we call him t'find
out?" Mike's voice filtered through Will's haze of lust and he took in short,
staccato breaths as he drew even closer, oh he was so close he could feel it,
it'd only be a moment more. "He'd see you ain't his little boy anymore, huh? I
reckon we're your daddies now, eh boys?" The others laughed in agreement. "Go
on then, be a good boy for us and come." And Will was helpless to do anything
but obey. Anything would have sent him off the edge, but Mike's filthy words
struck a nerve deep inside Will and was more than enough to do the job. He came
in hot stripes all along his belly and over his fist, shuddering with the
aftershocks.
It was only seconds until Will opened his eyes, coming back to himself but he
felt like he had been suspended in time for long minutes, such was the
intensity of his orgasm. He had never come so hard before and his heart was
thudding in his chest as it tried to recover. Will suddenly remembered himself
now that the chemicals weren't flooding his brain and flushed pink as he caught
Bobby's eye. He looked away, coy once more as he zipped himself back up. Will
slid delicately off Mike's lap and stopped as if he might say something to them
all. He licked his lower lip and was acutely aware of how they gazed at him,
but words failed him. Will felt his t-shirt sticking to him where he had just
come then and simply blushed a little harder, turned, and drifted back into the
house.
*
In the days that followed, Will hardly slept, and what little sleep he did
manage to get was plagued with dreams about what had happened. Specifically
Mike and how it had felt to jerk off in his lap, feeling all that mass behind
and beneath him, holding him tight and secure. Rough, callused hands running
over his body and holding him as he climaxed. Will wondered if he would ever
fuck him. Wondered if he could persuade the man to do just that.
Will spent days avoiding the eyes of the men when he worked on the docks, but
he still blushed just as hard, if not harder, when they grabbed his ass. He
avoided Mike entirely, or as much as he could, afraid he'd somehow know how
often Will had made himself come with the thought of him. Will was admittedly a
virgin. He knew his peers thought he was weird...but these men...he knew how
they saw him. They looked at him like he was beautiful and he craved it, this
new heady sensation. He needed more, and more importantly, he needed Mike. He
wanted his first time to be with him, and how could he possibly turn Will down?
A tasty morsel so freely offered.
With that in mind, Will snuck out of the house after dark a couple of weeks
after that day, his father passed out from drinking downstairs. Will made his
way to the docks where he knew Mike's boat was moored. It was a decent size for
a sailboat, including a completely outfitted below deck. But the closer he
got...the less nerve he had. How could he possibly go through with this? What
if he was too young? Too inexperienced to be worth bedding? What if Mike told
his Dad? What if someone saw?
Will's concerns made his pace falter as Mike's boat came into view, unsure what
was he doing, whether he should just go home. His blood was pulsing in his ears
with nerves, and his heart almost stopped when he noticed Mike was actually out
on the deck, his white shirt stark in the semi-darkness of the harbour lights.
Will froze, wondering if he could just sneak back the way he came without him
noticing.
"Will?" That low voice brought back too many memories and Will's gut lurched.
He swallowed hard but couldn't answer, rooted to the spot as Mike got down onto
the dock, "The hell you doin' out here in the middle of the night?" Mike
approached him. Will looked up at his warm hazel eyes for a second and blushed,
his dreams flooding back into his mind. He looked down at his feet feeling
totally stupid for even coming here and now having nothing to say for himself.
Mike chuckled, his thoughts had preoccupied with the boy ever since that thing
on his porch. He knew Will had been avoiding them all, him in particular and
his shyness was cute. Kid had something filthy in him that much had been clear,
but maybe he didn’t understand it. He had been more than keen to let them all
see him the other day and now he couldn't even make words happen. Mike put a
finger under Will's chin and raised his pretty face to look at him. "Who you
looking for darlin'? Me?" Mike asked softly, a playful smile on his face.
Will hesitated but eventually nodded softly, tongue darting out to lick dry
lips. Mike's eyes followed the motion and Will wondered if he was going to kiss
him. He tried to tell himself he wasn't disappointed when it didn't happen.
Mike nodded like he'd made a decision. "How's about we talk on board, hmm?" He
asked and Will gave a breathy little ‘Ok’ closing his eyes briefly. It was a
short distance to the boat and Will spent the entire time trying to rehearse
what he was going say, but all too soon they were there and Will had come up
with nothing.
"What's on your mind, Will?" Mike asked, breaking the silence once they were
below deck in the galley. Will bit his lip and looked away.
"That um...that afternoon..." He mumbled, and Mike had had suspicions, but now
it seemed they were far closer to the truth than he'd let himself believe.
"Yeah? Looked like you enjoyed yourself." Mike pointed out and Will nodded
again, still not meeting his eyes.
"Yeah...I...do you think...I mean, could you?" He frowned and shook his head,
trying again. "I know I'm not..." He gestured at himself, "...but maybe we
could..."
"Finish a sentence boy, I don't know what you're tryin’ to say." Mike cut in
abruptly. As adorable as this was, he wanted Will to get to the point.
Will blushed, "Yes, Sir." He took a breath. "I want...um…more. Please?" He
asked, looking up at the man through his eyelashes, brow crinkling in invisible
lines as he looked up at him.
Mike's mouth curled into a smirk when Will said this and he took a step into
the boy's personal space. "Well aren't you a naughty boy? Comin' out here
beggin’ for it..." Mike teased and Will watched his lips as he spoke. The older
man put his hand on Will's neck where it met his shoulder and grazed his thumb
over the warm skin that was exposed by the neck of his t-shirt, "Your Daddy
would fuckin' kill me…" He rumbled a dangerous laugh as he thought about
ruining this little pup, "…but I ain't gonna tell if you don't...." He murmured
and pulled Will towards him.
Will went easily, back bowed as he had to crane his neck to look at Mike's
face. "I'll keep quiet." Will agreed, voice dropping to a whisper, even though
with the late hour and the roar of the ocean, no one would hear him anyway.
"Daddy don't gotta find out." His hands were pressed against Mike's chest which
was warm and solid, and his heart was racing, unable to believe that this could
actually be happening. It was like a scene from a dream, and any moment now
Will expected to wake up, hard and alone in bed.
Mike gathered Will's slim body to him with both arms around his lower back, and
gazed down at his upturned face. "Kiss me sweetheart...." Mike purred against
the boy's full lips and nudged him closer so he could catch his slightly parted
mouth. Will felt like his heart might burst out of his chest as he felt the
man's lips running over his. Sure he had kissed a few girls but it had never
felt like this. He was hungry for it and clung to Mike's shirt as he was backed
towards the bed.
When the backs of Will's knees hit the mattress, Mike tugged the boy’s shirt up
and Will drew back, separating their mouths and raising his arms so he could
draw the shirt completely off. Mike removed his own and then was pressing Will
into the bed. Mike tangled his fingers in Will's curls, tugging gently on his
hair as he kissed him, devouring his mouth entirely. Will moaned softly,
bucking up against him. He was only a teenager, and he'd been rock hard for a
while, so he busied himself with grinding up against the thigh that Mike
slotted in between his own.
Mike could feel Will's hard cock digging into his leg and was deliberately
sliding his thigh against the boy, he liked the little noises it drew from him.
Mike knew Will was only young and seemed so into it, and he wasn't going to be
cruel, so he quickly stopped his teasing and kneeled over the boy's sprawled
form. Mike stroked a hand down Will's bare stomach and down over the bulge in
his shorts before starting to undo them. He tugged them off and palmed at Will
through his underwear, taking in the boy's flushed face as he inhaled sharply
at the unfamiliar contact. "Is this what you want?" Mike asked teasing.
"Ohh...yessir..." Will exhaled shakily, hips bucking up eagerly. Mike snarled a
fraction and spent a couple more moments teasing him with his hand before
standing up and shucking his jeans down to the floor. He crawled over Will,
kissing him again as he rubbed at his cock.
Pulling away again, Mike slapped Will's hip softly. "Go on then, turn over for
me...that's a good boy." He praised as Will complied. He pulled down the back
of Will's boxers, but didn't remove them all the way, just enough to expose his
hole. "Now that's a purty sight right there." Mike said, rubbing a thumb over
his entrance to see it clench down. "Gon' have to loosen you up, though. Try to
relax, Will." He said, petting down his flank as he reached for the bottle of
lube.
Will wiggled in anticipation, panting softly. It was a little embarrassing but
he was so hard and his mind was already so clouded with lust that it hardly
mattered. At the first touch of a slick finger to his opening Will hissed
softly, his head dropping down between his shoulders. Mike stroked over Will's
twitching pink hole as the boy gradually relaxed into it, and soon he was
moaning impatiently and pushing back into his touch. Mike's cock was rock hard
in anticipation of getting to fuck Will's virgin ass and he bit back a groan as
he finally pressed a finger a little way into the boy, feeling Will clamp down
on it and wail softly.
"So tight...you like that darlin’?" Mike said breathlessly, completely taken
with Will's reactions.
"Mmmhmm..." Will whispered as Mike slowly slid his finger out and a little
deeper, doing this until it was right inside him. He was dizzy with arousal and
his cock was straining and leaking onto the bed. He focused on relaxing, and
not coming, as Mike gently added a second finger to stretch him.
Mike pumped his fingers in and out, adding more lube and gently stretching them
apart, coaxing Will open. "That's it...jus' let me in..." Mike encouraged him,
pleased with how well Will was taking him. He was so tight, Mike wondered if he
might be close to cutting off the circulation in his fingers, but he just kept
working them in and out, as Will's cries only grew louder and more insistent.
"You wanna come, boy? Go on, I ain't stoppin' ya." Mike told him. "But I'm
still gonna fuck you, after." He said. Will moaned desperately, nodding
frantically as Mike indulged him, curling his fingers against Will's prostate
until he was sobbing and begging, only taking a few passes of his fingertips
before Will was coming all over himself in youthful abandon. "Oh! Oh
god...fuck..." He whined, and true to his word, Mike's fingers never left his
hole, but they avoided his prostate once he knew Will would be too sensitive.
Mike fingered the boy steadily through his orgasm, refusing to stop working his
hole open for him to fuck. "Such a good boy..." He praised Will, "That's twice
I’ve said come and ya did." He chuckled darkly, wondering if he had found the
kid's weakness. Mike guessed they'd find out soon enough....He slicked his
fingers yet again and carefully slid a third one into Will's finally loosening
entrance.
Will moaned at the extra stretch, back arching as he pushed his hips out
instinctively to change the angle. He dropped to his forearms, his forehead
rested atop them. He felt so exposed like this, ass in the air and three of
Mike's fingers inside of him, but the thought only made his cock twitch, trying
to harden again. Mike kept at it for a while, and only when Will was open
enough for him to fuck him with three fingers with almost no resistance did he
decide Will was ready to be fucked. "You want my cock, boy?" He asked, pulling
away from Will and pushing the boy’s boxers the rest of the way down before
discarding his own as well. He tapped Will's hole with the head of his cock,
watching as it winked back at him.
Will felt so empty without Mike's fingers and he tried to clench around the air
as the man teased his opening with his dick. "Yesss...please..." Will whined
eagerly, desperate to be filled. Mike slowly pushed his lubed cock a little way
inside Will, and both of them gasped at the way his muscles trembled around the
intrusion.
Mike pulled out and pushed deeper and repeated this action until he was buried
in Will's ass. "God damn you feel good." Mike was groaning as he started to
thrust. Will was shaking with the position, having just come and being totally
overwhelmed by sensation as he took a cock in him for the first time. It burned
a bit but he found he liked the stretch, whimpering hungrily as he was fucked.
"Look at you…a fuckin' natural at taking cock, ain't that right?" Mike cooed at
him, speeding up his thrusts as he was encouraged by Will's needy moans.
It was nothing like Will had ever felt before and he realized he'd quickly grow
obsessed with this. Even though he'd just come, the feeling of Mike inside him
was incredible, and Will wished Mike could stay like this, fucking him, for
hours on end. Will was aware these weren't thoughts he ought to be thinking,
but his mind immediately drifted to the rest of his dad's friends. What if he
could convince them all to fuck him? Even one right after the other? Will very
nearly came again just at the thought of it.
Mike must have sensed Will’s drift in focus because he slapped Will's ass once,
sharply, to get his attention. Will cried out shamelessly. "Gettin' bored,
there? Guess I'll have to make you concentrate won't I?" He asked, fucking into
Will harder and faster than before. Will could clearly hear the sounds of flesh
slapping slick flesh, and he blushed red at the thought of it. Will was
helpless to do much other than take what he was given, fingers fisted in the
bed sheets and curls bouncing with the force of Mike's slamming into him. He
was wailing helplessly as Mike started to brush over his sensitive prostate
again and gripped his hips hard.
"You love this don'cha? Told ya I was your Daddy now..." Mike crooned as he ran
a hand over Will's back, up to his hair and pulled him up a little. He was
determined to see how responsive Will could be, "Gonna make you fuckin' come on
my dick, boy..." Mike kept up his relentless pace, the feel of Will tight
around him was the best thing he'd felt in a long time.
Will was so close, gasping and moving back against Mike, fucking himself on his
cock, meeting each thrust with one of his own. "Oh fuck...fuck yes..." Will’s
voice was high and desperate as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Please...oh fuck...make me come...make me come, Daddy..." Will moaned, half-
out of his mind with arousal. Of course this only spurred Mike on, not
expecting the words to tumble out of Will's mouth.
"Fucking filthy little whore." He groaned, "I love it….go on then, boy…come on
my dick." He encouraged, a rough, calloused hand reaching down to pump Will's
cock only a few times before he was coming all over Mike's fist, moaning
loudly. Mike couldn't help but wonder if anyone was able to hear Will after
all. Still, Will's tight hole clamping down around him rhythmically was enough
to send Mike over the edge too as he fucked Will through it. "That's it,
darlin'..." He praised as he stilled, buried in Will as he came inside him
harder than he could remember.
Mike pulled out of Will and dragged the boy's boxers back up from his knees as
he collapsed onto the bed. The older man got dressed, saying little and Will
had eventually, weakly, done the same. Mike turned to him as he lit a
cigarette. "You can't stay here, sweetheart the boys are comin' by early..." He
eyed Will, worried about people - particularly his dad - finding out what he
had done, now that he could think straight, "You ain't gonna say nothin' now
are ya?" Mike warned Will gently.
Will shook his head. "I won't." He promised quietly. He was dressed, but he
felt...flayed open. He still felt loose and slick, and even though he was
wonderfully sated, the dismissal stung a little. Will hadn't expected romance
or tenderness but...he couldn't help but feel a little cold. He stole away into
the night and crawled back into bed when he got home. He could still feel
Mike's hands on him as he drifted off into sleep.
******************************
"It wasn't long before I was coming up with ideas to get the rest of dad's
friends to fuck me, too." Will said with a small, tired sigh. "I wasn't
thrilled with being a dirty little secret at first but it didn't take long for
me to enjoy it, knowing I had damning information on them. I guess you could
say I was on a power trip." Will chuckled.
Hannibal ran a comforting hand up and down Will's back as he lay against him,
protective, feeling his voice vibrate through him. "Will Graham you are
incorrigible." He said, but kindly, he could tell Will was a little ashamed of
this tale. "You like having power much more than you think you do. I have
always known this....plus it explains a few things about your...proclivities."
Hannibal laughed low and Will dragged his hand over his face.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Will agreed. "Took me a little longer to figure
it out, though." He said. “I spent the next few weeks after that individually
flirting with each man, and then I finally grew the balls to ask Mike to help
me." Will snorted. "I still remember his expression…completely dumbfounded."
******************************
"Y'want my help t'do what?" Mike asked incredulously.
Will huffed in exasperation, looking away embarrassed. "I told you. I want them
all to fuck me." Will repeated, hating that he had to say it out loud for the
second time.
"Yep, s'what I thought I heard you say." Mike said with a shake of his head.
"You're a fine fuckin' piece of jailbait, princess, but you sure you want
this?" He asked. For all his gruff demeanour and a tendency to fuck Will into
incoherence, Mike still cared. Well, the same kind of care that someone might
show an injured animal. Will nodded enthusiastically, curling his lips to suck
on them as he blushed, still not entirely able to meet Mike's eyes. Not when he
was asking for something so...depraved.
"Alright. I'll talk to the boys, but I ain't gon' be held responsible for this
shit, y'hear?" He added and Will nodded again.
"Yessir, I understand." He agreed.
"Ok then…well come on boy, this cock ain't gon' suck itself." Mike lay back on
the couch. Will grinned, and hastened to comply.
Will could hear his Dad snoring loudly, the low sound woven in with the chatter
of the TV, and crept quietly out of the house. He was to meet them at Pete's
since he lived alone and it was another hot night as he walked through the
quiet streets near the water. His heart was thudding erratically already with
anxious anticipation, he had thought of literally nothing else since Mike told
him yesterday. He got to the house in no time and rang the doorbell,
practically unable to breathe as he waited, and hugely relieved when it was
Mike himself who opened it, beer in hand. "Hi…" Will said awkwardly.
Mike smiled devilishly. "Come on in princess..." he pushed the door wide and
stroked at Will's bare arm as he entered. Will wasn't quite sure if it was a
gesture of reassurance or possession. Mike led Will inside, and he noticed
everyone else was there already. Four men. Four cocks. He was getting ahead of
himself. The men were gathered in the living room, looking like any other
evening as they laughed and smoked and drank. Will could tell they weren't
drunk, though, they'd probably only had a couple beers each. It was a weekday
and none could afford to be nursing a hangover while navigating the hazards
that went along with fishing, sailing, and shipyard work.
"Well if it ain't the reason we’re all here!" Joe called out upon seeing Will.
"Mike here tells us he ain't satisfying ya..." Which got a round of laughs and
hoots and Mike telling him to fuck off.
"Nah, sweet little thing like that? Bet he lookin' for his daddy, ain't that
right?" Pete grinned. "Ain't that what got you off last time? Thought of your
daddy knowin' what you were up to, jerkin' your dick in front of God and
everyone." He teased, and they laughed when Will blushed shyly, wetting his
lips as he looked away. He liked the teasing though, it brought a low current
of humiliation that went straight to his dick.
"Goddamn, he’s pretty as any girl I've ever seen..." Bobby marvelled. "We done
got lucky with this'un."
"We all gon' stand 'round admiring them cock-sucking lips of his, or y'all
gonna fuckin’ do something about it?" Mike asked, already half hard in his
jeans and wanting to get this started already.
"Yeah why don'cha come over here, sweetheart, sit on Daddy's lap and let me
taste them cherry lips, hmm?" Joe asked and Will took the invitation, walking
over to the couch and straddling him before settling into his lap. Joe ran his
hands up Will's thighs, dark brown eyes raking over the light body on top of
him. His hands reached Will's t-shirt and he used it to pull the boy down to
his mouth. Joe caught Will's curls with the other hand as they kissed, holding
him there and humming appreciatively when Will rocked his hips into him and
moaned quietly.
Pete, watching this little show, huffed an incredulous laugh. "Oh my god he
loves it, don't he?" He looked up at Mike who was leaning on the back of his
chair, "The fuck you do to that boy?" He joked and Bobby laughed out loud.
Mike shoved Pete's shoulder and shrugged, "I ain't do nothing to him he didn't
ask me for....perfect lil whore is all." Mike licked his lips as he spoke, eyes
never leaving Will where he was grinding himself hungrily on Joe's lap.
The older man's hands were all over him and then he was removing the boy's
shirt and showing them all his soft, pale skin. "You are a pretty little
thing...now what we gon' do with ya." Joe murmured softly and suddenly the air
in room felt charged.
Will smirked deviously as he gave a particularly filthy roll of his hips. "Fuck
me?” He offered flirtatiously, earning him a smack on the ass from Joe that had
him inhale sharply. "Ohh! Harder..." Will coaxed, and Joe just shook his head
in amusement. "I'll take you across my knee, boy. We'll see how prettily you
beg then." Joe suggested and laughed at the way Will's pupils dilated.
"Strip him down first." Bobby suggested. "Someone's gotta prep him..."
Joe undid the front of Will's pants and slid a hand down the back until he
could rub against Will's little hole, puckered up. "Fuck…tight as a virgin,
this one….guess now we know Mike's got a skinny dick, ain't that right?" Joe
teased.
"I'll shove it up your ass, we'll see how skinny it is, how's about that?" Mike
challenged. But before things could escalate, Pete interrupted.
"Well go on then, Joe, ain't fair to keep him all to yourself. I wanna see his
dick leaking all over himself again." Joe complied, helping Will off his lap
and tugging pants and boxers off of him. Will settled into his lap like that,
naked as the day he was born.
"Goddamn, look at him drippin'." Pete admired. "Wet as a girl. You reckon he's
as sweet as a girl?" He asked Mike.
"Sweeter." Mike winked.
A chorus of cheers met this pronouncement and as Joe returned to kissing Will,
his hands gripped each side of Will's ass, spreading him wide, putting him on
display for the rest if the room and Will moaned hungrily. Pete got up then,
unable to contain himself any longer at the sight of Will so helpless, got the
lube and came to sit on the couch. He slicked his fingers and pressed them to
Will's exposed opening, stroking gently. Will whimpered loud, breaking away
from Joe's mouth and dropping his head to his chest, the better to press back
into Pete's touch, his hole twitching.
Joe carded his fingers into Will's hair and tugged him gently up to look at
him, the boy's pre-come making a wet spot on his t-shirt. Joe himself was rock
hard with him sat there. "That good, boy?" Joe let go of Will just long enough
to strip off his own shirt and then pulled him back in to nip at his neck.
Will could only nod, hissing in shocked arousal as two men pleasured him. Pete
rested a hand on Will's hip and slid a finger inside him then. Will cried out,
earning him appreciative murmurs from all of them. "He’s so loud, no wonder you
been fuckin' him so much, Mike." Bobby said, sprawled in the other armchair
palmed himself through his jeans at this obscene picture.
Pete nodded slowly as he probed Will steadily. "Gets me goin' just hearin'
that."
Mike hummed in agreement, taking in the picture of debauchery that Will made.
Moaning on one lap while another man fingered him open. Will may have been
tight to start with, but his hole was used to stretching, and it wasn't long
before Pete could fit a second finger inside him. Will was overcome already by
the sensations. The fact that there were two sets of hands roaming his skin was
so arousing, he very nearly couldn't bear it. "Fuck...more..." He pleaded, and
there were answering sounds of pleasure that filled the room.
Mike shook his head fondly, "He's a demandin' lil thing, best fill his mouth
with cock when he’s moanin’ like that." Mike suggested. "Feels like goddamn
heaven."
Bobby didn't need more encouragement than that and stood up, unzipping his
pants and getting his cock out as he touched Will's chin and turned his face
towards him as Joe sucked and nibbled at his neck. "Well ya heard the
man....says you need a dick in your pretty little mouth." Bobby said resting
his knee on the couch.
Will glanced up at him with his blue eyes darkened by lust. He took his hand
off Joe's chest and grasped the other man's cock, licking his lips before
plunging his mouth over it, still fixing Bobby with his faux angelic gaze.
"Fuckkk..." Bobby breathed. "He looks so goddamn innocent..." He said and
stroked Will's cheek with his thumb.
Will couldn't help but show off a little, and he focused on teasing the head of
Bobby's cock with his tongue, doing things that had made Mike go weak in the
knees. It seemed they weren't so different because Bobby grasped his hair
tight, moaning loudly and swearing. Will smirked around his cock, taking him in
deep and pulling back when his eyes watered, making a point to look up at him
that way, with wide, teary eyes.
Joe set to pinching Will's nipples, rolling them gently between his fingers as
they pebbled. Pete fit another finger inside of Will, and Mike judged him
ready. "Alright boys, who's gon' be the first to fuck this little princess into
next week, hmm?" He spread his hands as he sat heavily down in an armchair,
accepting that he’d have to wait since he had gotten to fuck Will so many times
already.
Joe shifted Will up a little so he could unzip his pants and free his cock. "I
wanna feel that tight lil hole on my dick....boy been grinding on me too damn
long." He said eagerly. Pete took his fingers out of Will making him whine at
being empty and Joe guided his cock inside the boy, slowly settling it all the
way to the hilt as he pressed his hips down. Will moaned long and needy around
Bobby's cock, still in his mouth, as he was finally filled and Joe groaned with
just as much satisfaction.
"Make him do that again, Joe....it really does feel fuckin' good!" Bobby as he
held Will there sucking him.
"Goddamn right he does..." Joe breathed distractedly as he rocked his hips into
Will, hands encouraging the boy to ride him. Will took a moment to get his
bearings. Joe wasn't quite as thick as Mike, but he was longer, and it felt
like it took Will ages to be fully sat on his cock. "That's it...nice and easy,
darlin'." Joe encouraged him, fingers digging into his ass in a way that Will
was sure would end up leaving bruises, but that was honestly part of the
appeal.
Will started moving slowly, gentle little rolls of his hips as he got used to
the intrusion. Joe helped him rise up onto his knees and then drop back down on
his cock, and Will moaned just as loudly around Bobby's cock. Will had never
tried to suck a dick while being fucked before, and he found that it took a
whole other level of concentration. His mouth kept going slack as Joe's length
would brush his prostate, and once his attention returned to the dick in his
mouth, he'd forget to move on Joe's cock.
"Poor thing ain't got a clue how to handle both cocks at once." Bobby teased.
"How's he gonna manage four?"
"Well they ain't all goin' inside him at once, jackass." Pete reminded him,
stroking his cock lazily as he watched the private sex show playing out in
front of him. "Jus' try holdin' him down and fuck his face." He suggested, to
which Will whined loudly and his cock visibly twitched at the thought of it,
pre-come beading up out of the tip.
"Well I'll be damned. We'll make a proper cockslut out of 'im yet!" Bobby
laughed.
"Don't be stupid, he's the one been askin' for this. You sure ain't made him
this filthy, he came that way." Mike retorted with a tone of awe in his voice,
and the way Will moaned unashamedly only proved his point. Bobby's big hand
tightened in Will's curls and the sharp ache on his scalp stilled his head. The
man started to pump his cock in and out of Will's mouth, slow at first and then
a little faster, leaving him free to ride Joe as wantonly as he needed to. He
was so agonisingly close now.
This was apparent to the guys too it seemed. "God damn, darlin' are you gonna
come like this?" Joe urged him on in amazement.
Mike slowly undid his pants, after all this time he had a marginally higher
tolerance to Will's...charm...but he couldn't take any more. He pulled his cock
out and glided his hand over it, also fixated on Will's tense young body. "Hell
yeah he'll come…” Mike growled from across the room, "You wanna come with Joe
inside ya?" He teased.
"Fuck that's so hot....he is filthy Mike." Pete said, sprawled at the other end
of the couch as he also worked his dick in his hand.
Will moaned brokenly around Bobby's cock, indicating that yes he absolutely was
going to come that way and soon. He worked himself harder, faster, on Joe's
cock, until his high moans came quicker in a breathy staccato that marked out
his pleasure.
Bobby released his mouth, withdrawing so Will wouldn't accidentally bite him at
the height of his climax. Will almost immediately threw his head back, spine
arched, as he cried out and came all over Joe's belly and his own. He sat
poised for a moment, frozen in ecstasy, before slumping against Joe, who held
him tightly and fucked his twitching hole with abandon.
Joe knew he'd be able to get it up again later so he rammed his cock into Will
harder, chasing his own pleasure as the boy rested pliant in his lap, still
exhaling breathy little whimpers. After a few more punishing thrusts, Joe came
hard inside Will, painting his walls with hot come. "That's it...fuck..." He
gasped.
Bobby rather wanted to come, but Will looked too far out of it for another
fuck. "Need a break, boy? Did Joe fuck you silly?" He asked.
Will shook his head gently and crawled off of Joe's lap with legs unsteady as a
fawn, collapsing next to him on the couch. It took some effort from Will's
tired limbs to arrange himself with his head pillowed on his arms, while his
puffy little hole was displayed. "Go on..." He said, voice muffled a little,
"Fuck me."
Joe moved off the couch out of the way and flopped in a chair as Bobby looked
at Mike for....not permission as such but something. "He ok?" Mike just nodded,
a mixture of pride and desire on his face and Bobby slid his dick easily into
Will's ass, slick with come, in one firm push. "Dirty lil bitch." He exhaled
and holding the boy firmly by his hips he started thrusting.
Will was mewling into the couch as he was filled again, satisfied to be getting
more cock, that he didn't have to stop yet. This was just what he had wanted.
Pete lifted the boy's head a little from where it rested just next to his
thigh, to feed him his dick. Will raised himself onto all fours so he could
oblige and sank his mouth confidently over Pete's throbbing erection. "You are
one naughty boy...." Pete said petting and pulling at his curls.
Will couldn't get enough of the feeling of being fucked, even when sore and
oversensitive. Or rather, especially when sore and oversensitive. It was an
all-consuming sensation and Will loved feeling like he was being used. He'd
already had his and now it was time for the others to use him to achieve
theirs. The thought alone was enough to make Will wish he could get hard again,
but instead he focused on the cock he was sucking.
Bobby's cock meanwhile, slid in and out of his hole with obscene squelching
sounds, as the lube and come from his previous fucking made him slick. If it
wasn't for the fact that Bobby's cock was wider than Joe's had been, Will
thought he might not even have been able to feel it so well at all. Still, he
tried to please, sucking Pete for all he was worth. Will almost didn't want
them to come, wanted them all to just keep on fucking him, but he knew it
wasn't realistic. So instead he made sure to be a good boy for them all, to
make sure that they enjoyed this and would be happy to fuck him again. Will
wondered how he'd ever be satisfied with only a single cock to service him in
the future, and figured that whomever he ended up with would have to be an
exceptionally talented fuck to keep him sated.
Pete was in heaven with that beautiful mouth on his rock hard cock. He had been
getting off on fingering the boy open, feeling how tight he was, watching him
ride Joe until he came all over himself, and from his own hand. Now he finally
had Will moaning around him as Bobby relentlessly pounded into him. Pete could
feel as well as see the jarring of his body as he was fucked hard.
Pete fisted his hand in the boy's curls. "Jesus he's good at this..." He
groaned, "Gonna swallow my come like a good boy?" He was thrusting up into
Will's mouth to meet his determined suckling and he wasn't going to last much
longer.
"Yeah...." Bobby growled, "He wants his wet lil hole fuckin' filled too,
don’cha?” He dug his fingers into Will's skin hard enough to bruise as he drove
into the boy.
Will moaned high and loud, his voice vibrating against Pete's cock as he agreed
thoroughly with both their questions. He forced himself to take Pete's cock
deeper like he'd been practicing with Mike, deep into his throat where he held
it there for a few seconds, swallowing around the intrusion before pulling back
to breathe only to do it again when he'd recovered. Pete only lasted to the
second time, fist tightening in Will's curls and holding him down a couple more
seconds as he spilled down his throat. Will took it like he was born for this,
swallowing every last drop until Pete released him and he pulled back enough to
suckle the last drops from the tip. Pete pulled away, releasing Will’s hair,
when he grew too sensitive and tucked himself back into his jeans.
Not having to worry about Will choking anymore, Bobby fucked into him with
abandon, harder and faster than he had been able to before. Will dropped back
down onto his forearms and took it all, even managing to squeeze his rim around
Bobby's cock. "Yeah that's a good boy…go on and milk that fuckin' dick." He
moaned. "You want me to fuck you full, you're gonna have to work for it,
sweetheart." He said and Will obediently rocked backwards, meeting each of
Bobby's thrusts with one of his own, each one punctuated with a delicate little
breathless moan.
Will impaled himself roughly over and over on Bobby's cock, greedy and
desperate little cries filling the room, and it wasn't long until the older man
gripped him tight. "Oh shit!" He spat as his orgasm hit him hard and he spilled
inside of Will. Bobby stayed there a few moments until he was softer and then
he let go of Will who crumpled on the couch.
Mike got up from his chair to let Bobby sit and to finally go and claim this
little slut. He half nudged half pulled Will so he was laying on his back -
Pete let him rest his head on his lap - and pumped his hand the boy's now erect
cock a few times. "You ok there princess?" Mike asked as he rubbed the head of
his cock over Will's sloppy entrance, "You want Daddy to fuck you now?" He
asked and the rest of them laughed darkly at this.
Will parted his legs eagerly, hooking one ankle along the back of the couch
while the other dangled on the ground. "Yes please..." He begged quietly,
moaning softly when Mike pushed his knees up towards Will's body. He'd always
been a bendy child and it seemed that now it was coming in handy.
"Please what, boy?" Mike demanded, now slapping the head of his cock against
Will's red, leaking hole.
"Please fuck me, Daddy." Will whined, his voice purposefully higher than usual.
He loved how the depraved words made his cock leak, and he liked how the others
looked at him when he said it. Hungrily, like he was a feast to be devoured. He
loved feeling this way. These men didn't think Will was weird or undesirable.
No, they loved getting to fuck Will and Will loved getting fucked. He felt
useful, and his mind was blissfully quiet in these times, he knew exactly what
they thought of him and his empathy only heightened his pleasure by feeding off
of everyone else's.
Mike relented, pressing forward into Will with hardly any resistance. "Tighten
up, sweetheart I wanna feel you on my dick." Mike instructed, slapping his ass
to get his hole to clench and the thought went straight to Will's groin along
with the sting on his skin. "You like that? Filthy boy." He chided as he fucked
him. "Next time maybe I’ll try and fit a fist in there..." He threatened and
shook his head in surprise when Will moaned an affirmative. The thought was
both terrifying and arousing and Will was getting close to his release for the
second time that night.
"Please Daddy...please make me come on your cock." He asked, voice broken with
want.
Mike leaned his weight over Will and obligingly rolled his hips deliberate and
fast into the boy, gripping his thighs and hitting his sensitive prostate every
stroke. "Oh I will, cher...you take it so damn well." Mike purred.
He had Will on display for them all this way; head thrown back, curls messy,
face flushed, blowjob swollen lips and his own pre-come leaking onto his pale
skin as he was ruined on Mike's cock. Will was crying out louder and more
insistent and they were all spellbound as they watched the boy come apart under
their friend.
"Come on darlin'...I want ya to come on Daddy's dick right this fuckin'
minute." Mike urged him and his mouth fell open as Will clenched down hard,
near screaming, almost immediately and came in hot pulses all over both their
stomachs.
"Oh fuck....Daddy..." Will whined, limp body jostled with each thrust as Mike
fucked him into the couch. Will had never come so intensely in his life, tears
in his eyes and trembling as Mike fucked him through it. He didn't last long
after that, and a few deep thrusts later, he was coming in thick, hot ropes,
filling Will up to bursting. He hovered over Will for a moment, before scooting
back and slipping out of his loose, dripping hole. "Good boy...takin' all that
cock so well. You done so good." He praised, smoothing damp curls away from
Will's face in a manner that might have even been called tender…
******************************
"I sense a theme emerging." Hannibal interrupted.
"Oh? What's that, then?" Will asked, curious despite himself.
"You seek out rough, dangerous men and then somehow manage to endear yourself
to them, until truly hurting you no longer has any appeal to them…if it ever
did to begin with." He said simply, gratified at the way that Will blushed.
"I don't..."
"You do....that and you have classic daddy issues. Textbook." Hannibal nodded
wisely and then smiled lovingly.
"Shut up and kiss me." Will demanded as he draped himself over Hannibal, a
smile teasing at his lips. "Don't think I didn't notice you hard against my
leg, you like hearing about my past...dalliances."
"Mmm, I do." Hannibal agreed, peppering kisses down Will's neck. "It rather
puts me in the mood to...dally with you anew."
"Please." Will half-whispered as Hannibal nipped at his collarbone. "You're
never not in that mood."
"Very true." Hannibal agreed. "How could anyone resist you, beautiful boy?"
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