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Don't speak, don't even make noise.
Don't move, not even when you feel a buzzing pressure against your cock.
Call him master.
He shouldn't even notice that you're aware of anything.
You shouldn't be aware of anything.
Just a toy.
These are the specific guidelines that Will has been tasked with memorizing and following. Well, some of the guidelines. Will was given a week to remember the extensive rules— all fourty-two of them! Granted, Will won't follow them all the time, only when he's playing the role of submissive and Hannibal playing the role of the Dominant.
So even though he wants to beg Hannibal to fuck his dripping little hole, that would be against the rules.
Will unconsciously flexes his foot, relieving a cramp and is instantly reminded of what happens when he breaks those rules.
"Ten," Hannibal says as though his words are nothing more than numbers to exist. But they're not. They're the amount of times Will's going to get spanked when they're done. That's the punishment for breaking Hannibal's rules.
In a way, it's more frightening to have to wait, the weight of his punishment hanging over his head. Equally terrifying is that there's absolutely no leeway. One mistake adds ten. Hannibal doesn't care if it's the most minor of infractions. So his little flex of the foot just earned him ten strikes.
Will breathes out just a little too much to be considered an exhale and Hannibal says authoritatively, "Ten." Shit. He's relentless tonight.
… Which is very unfortunate considering he has to sneeze. Very badly. Hannibal allows Will to shake slightly as he tries to stay still, willing the sneeze to pass along.
When it doesn't, Hannibal seems estatic to add ten more to the tally.
Then he just gets mean. Hannibal dangles the remote to the vibrator— which sits motionlessly against Will's cock— in front of Will's eyes. With his eyes, Will follows the remote as Hannibal moves it back and forth actoss his vision.
"Ten."
"What?"
Hannibal replies darkly, "Your eyes are moving. Your word has earned you another ten." Will clamps his jaw shut despite wanting to bite back.
Trying to keep himself from getting another strike, Will bites the inside of his cheek harshly when Hannibal thumbs the remote on. The vibrations send painful waves of pleasure to his stomach.
When the vibrations increase, a full body shudder earns him yet another ten.
Hands tighten against the sheets. Ten.
Thighs open. Ten.
Mistake after mistake piles up, drenching Will's skin in a thin sheet of sweat. When his orgasm finally tears through him, his arms collapse.
"T-"
Will barks, "Yes, ten, I'm aware, you dick." Hannibal takes off his belt quickly, whipping the real leather onto Will's ass.
"And i think that makes, in total, 210," Hannibal states matter-of-factly.
"F-Fuck— what?! No way in hell that's how many—" another swift whack.
Hannibal grins like the cheshire cat. "You weren't looking close enough. I said no movement."
At Will's questioning glance, Hannibal smiles. "Your cock bobs quite often"
Fuck.
Will eyes the belt with a growing fear. 210…?