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Hannibal had retired to the countryside to raise and breed alphas. His family had earned its wealth that way during the 1800's in Lithuania, and after his nightly "hobbies" of ridding the world of rude "pigs" had gotten him too close to the FBI, it seemed like the safer option to retire from the city and lay low for a while, picking up his family's tradition of alpha-breeding to keep himself occupied.
Eventually he got so into the whole business of breeding alphas, that he kept the psychiatric work as a hobby, something to indulge occasionally. Much of his interest went into the psychology of the alpha's. What were these creature's inner worlds like: they could communicate, and they were as intelligent as humans, but they weren't quite humans despite their appearances. They were a fascinating breed.
Hannibal had five alpha's in his stable stalls: Frederick, Francis, Matthew and the youngest Randall. The fifth was the newest acquisition, and by far the most handsome alpha he had ever seen.
When he had been at a local auction, simply browsing at the selection there, the auctioneer had brought out this Southern raised alpha with its muscular stature, and curly brown hair, and at the sight of him Hannibal had been left breathless. Admittedly this alpha also had the biggest cock and balls Hannibal had ever seen on any alpha, and perhaps on some base level that had affected his decision-making.
He had spent a fortune on Will but didn't regret it.
Hannibal took great effort in the wellbeing of his breeding stock. He personally cooked and fed his pack their meals inside their stalls, which he had supplied with all the comforts an alpha could need, including a small but sturdy cot for bed, books and exercise tools.
That particular evening he served them a hearty stew, and fresh baked bread, while giving them reassuring pets on their bare rumps all the while observing their behavior, and making mental notes inside his head. As expected they were all somewhat restless. It had been a while since they had been able to really breed, and although Hannibal also had alpha-milking sessions three times a week, where he gathered their sperm and later sold it online, it was important for his alpha's to get to breed an actual omega, instead of a dummy, with a hole connected to tubing to collect their sperm. Warm, wet flesh of a willing omega was needed from time to time to keep alphas happy. Or omegas for that matter.
Hannibal had even seen some of his alpha's rutting their pillows at night through the security cameras that he occasionally checked to see that everything was alright, and to conduct experiments on their social behaviour. He didn't approve of the loss of seed but he understood how vital it was for alpha's to have regular sexual intercourse.
That's why he was planning on taking a couple of the alpha's to breed a group of omegas at a farm nearby the coming weekend. He hadn't had the chance to see Will breed anyone just yet and he had been waiting patiently for the opportunity. Hannibal had watched the alpha mount a makeshift dummy for weeks now, and it had been rough and animalistic, and Hannibal had had many dreams of that sight ever since, but to see what the alpha could do with a mate would be something quite interesting.
Will tended to bite the neck of the breeding dummy as he pistoned his hips, and Hannibal wondered if the alpha might actually injure any mate he would be given. There was also the issue of the size of his cock. Would he be able to ease it in, or did he only know how to use sheer force. Just thinking about it made Hannibal breathless and his cock stir.
Will took his stew and bread from Hannibal, as he finished with the meal contribution, and Hannibal breathed in the musk of him, feeling slightly dizzy in his presence. No alpha's ever wore clothes, and Will's attractive form was a feast to all of his senses Hannibal was tempted to sit next to him on his cot, and caress his thigh, but it wouldn't be appropriate. He had to cling to social norms even in the isolation of his small farm. If there were any signs that he was using his alpha's for something else, it would lead into trouble. Never the less the temptation was always there, itching at the back of his mind.
He gave Will's head an affectionate pet before he left them to eat in peace.
He had called Tobias later that night. Tobias was his "friend with benefits" - as the kids called casual sex with acquaintances these days. Hannibal had so much pent up energy, and his fantasies had overtaken every space inside his mind, that he needed to get fucked good and hard to clear his head. Masturbation was what he usually did, but he had a vivid image of Tobias mounting him from behind, wearing an alpha muzzle and a collar with a chain around his neck, and that's what he would do. Tobias was always agreeable with what Hannibal wanted to do and that's why it had been a good arrangement thus far.
Hannibal was glad that the man could come that night, and he went straight to stretching himself to be ready for his arrival.
They didn't always have penetrative sex but for that night Hannibal had a voracious appetite for it.
Hannibal spent a while on his bed with lube and his fingers, before he took out a regular sized dildo and eased it inside. He tried hard to not think about how hard Will fucks his breeding dummies, how his face twists when he bites down on the dummy's neck, and Hannibal forced himself to stop and pull the dildo out before he would accidentally make himself cum.
When Tobias arrived Hannibal could barely deal with the polite nice ties, but Tobias wasn't the kind of man who would react well to orders of dropping his pants and fucking him right then and there. Hannibal offered him wine, he listened to him talk, and the second the conversation came to a natural end, Hannibal asked him to follow him to the bedroom.
Hannibal spent couple of minutes slobbering on Tobias' cock before he got the man to wear a muzzle and take him from behind. Tobuas had refused the collar but Hannibal was more than ready to go either way, and he simply laid down on his front and raised his ass up. He wished they could go raw but they weren't exactly exclusive with each other, so every act required a condom. Which was a shame. Hannibal had seen how much cum an alpha could produce and he would have liked their act that night to feed his fantasy of getting bred by an actual alpha. It was a taboo fantasy of course, but Hannibal knew enough people who shared that fantasy, after all it was a rather cliché. Even Tobias didn't question the nature of their roleplay.
Tobias had tested the give of Hannibal's entrance before he lubed himself up. When he finally pushed inside, Hannibal felt like he could finally breathe again. It was exactly what he had needed.
He let Tobias to find his rhythm while he started to fantasize.
Hannibal pictured himself on a meadow, where his alpha's spent their days when the weather was warm. He was inside their enclosure and he knew he shouldn't be there. Hannibal could see Will further away, watching him. He knew he should try and get through the wooden fence since alpha's could be unpredictable in open spaces like this. Their predator instincts tended to kick in, and it was especially dangerous to run away from them. So Hannibal tried to fit himself through the wooden planks of the fence but of course he got stuck from the middle. And there Will was, right behind him, and sniffing the air. Hannibal could see from his periphery that the alpha's cock was already hard and jutting out, barely able to stand up with its weight. Hannibal knew he was in trouble, and shivered with mounting arousal. Will clearly wanted to breed him, and he could injure Hannibal. But the wooden planks were unyielding and Hannibal was completely helpless.
Will grabbed Hannibal's pants and he yanked them down to his knees. Hannibal was completely exposed to the alpha's advances. There was a huffing and sniffing at his perineum before the alpha tasted him there with a few, very thorough licks.
"Oh, no, don't, Will, stop…!"
Hannibal was so hard it hurt. He knew the alpha was finding out what kind of a mate he had there, tasting and smelling him, unwilling to acknowledge that Hannibal wasn't a mate at all.
The sticky, hot head of the alpha's cock touched Hannibal's tight, little hole. He could rip Hannibal open with it. It was much too big.
Will huffed like a bull and used his hand to force his cock in.
Hannibal cried out as he came, and Tobias grunted when Hannibal's clenching made his speed stutter and forced him to cum too.
"Oh God yes," Hannibal muffled his cries into the pillow.
*
Next morning he was in an excellent mood when he started to get ready for the alpha's milking session. His head was clear and he could focus on other things than his libido.
There was several ways to milk an alpha, but Hannibal usually preferred a breeding dummy. He was good with using an electric rod to penetrate the alpha's rectum to force an orgasm by stimulating their prostate, but it tended to make the alpha's more aggressive. Although Hannibal knew very well alpha's liked anal penetration, after all he had spent his childhood watching his family's farm and their behaviour close up, and even his own alpha's occasionally ended up breeding each other at their outside enclosure, there was risks like whenever his alpha's tried to breed each other, the act usually ended with bite-injuries on a good case. It was as if the penetration made them completely animalistic and unable to control themselves. And Hannibal alone wasn't able to control alpha's if they got too riled up. He didn't believe in brute force. For Hannibal, the alpha's and omegas were a pure life form, something much more precious than humans, and he treated them accordingly.
There was also the issue of some of them not liking anal penetration with tools, including Francis. The alpha didn't like to let anyone even sniff his crotch, although Hannibal had seen him let Randall hump his legs more than once. He had his theories that despite the regular milking, the alphas and omegas still had their preferences, personal limits and tastes.
So, being a one-man operation, Hannibal preferred other methods. Another favourite method of his was to manually milk their cocks with two hands straight into a sterilized dish, which was something Hannibal occasionally did since it proved to be extremely pleasurable for the milker and the milked both. There was a method of using a tool like a fleshlight to apply the stimuli, while a tubing in the toy collected the alpha's cock-milk, but for that day Hannibal wanted to be hands-on. He had decided to start with Will's milking first.
Will followed him to the milking area and hesitated when he didn't see the usual dummy but a breeding bench.
He climbed on it with reassuring words and Hannibal took a small wooden stool to sit on and put a sterilized dish under the breeding bench where Will's sizeable cock and balls hung.
"I will milk you by hand today, so just relax, Will, and focus only on my hands."
Will took a deep breath, and his entire posture went limp against the bench, but Hannibal caressed his back and buttocks anyway, enjoying the warm, smooth skin. Having the trust of his alpha's, so relaxed and willing, was quite intoxicating. But not as intoxicating as the scent of Will. The salty musk of his body and genitalia always stirred Hannibal's body. He had been half-hard since serving the breakfast for the alphas, and now he was getting harder by the mere scent of him. His alpha's washed themselves daily but Hannibal made sure the scent of the soap they used would not linger. He wanted to fill his lungs with their scent - with Will's scent.
Will's cock was half-hard as it hung under the bench. Hannibal took a bottle of lube to coat his hands with, careful not to use too much, and with great pleasure he reached for the alpha's cock with his both hands. When his palms circled the hot flesh of the alpha, he shivered and his cock jerked inside the tight confines of his pants.
"There we go, that's a good boy", Hannibal said in a soft voice, and Will huffed.
He kept pumping and circling his hands, the wet fleshy sound of his slick palms against slick meat became the only sound in the room. Hannibal had to close his eyes so he could appreciate the symphony of it, and to memorize what Will felt like in his hands. The pumps and the veins on his hot, fat shaft. It was such a shame that someone had circumcised him, Hannibal would have loved to play with his foreskin but instead he focused on rubbing the alpha's cock head, trying to avoid the slit and the precum oozing out, after all he didn't want to contaminate the milk. He wanted desperately to put his mouth on the alpha's cock and suck it all out, though.
The only thing stopping him was the same voice of reason that had kept him far away from the FBI's radar. He had to be careful. Even when it didn't seem like there was any reason to be, he still needed to be vigilant.
Will was now breathing hard, and his cock was rock hard in Hannibal's hands. Hannibal was panting in rhythm with his alpha, his own leaking cock wetting his trousers. Will's cock started to twitch.
"Yes. There we go, let it all out, Will, that's a good boy", and he was rewarded by the alpha moaning, and the sound of his cum hitting the dish below.
Hannibal kept miking him through it., breathing in the smell of the alpha's cum, his own hips twitching now when suddenly he came inside pants with a stuttered groan.
He let the alpha's cock go, and slumped against Will's body, catching his breath. Sometimes this did happen. The smell of the alpha was a strong aphrodisiac, and he had worked himself over without meaning to.
Hannibal lifted his head and was met with Will's steady gaze and a raised eyebrow as the alpha regarded him.
Hannibal cleared his throat.
"Well done, Will. I will put this away and you can go back to your stall in a moment."
Hannibal pretended to put the dish into the refrigerator, but he left it out by the table. He gestured at the door and Will followed him back to the stalls.
"I will pick the rest of you up in just a few moments." Hannibal announced to them all, before returning to the milking room. With shaky hands he gripped the dish with Will's cum, it was still fresh and warm, and he raised it to his lips and drank.
Each gulp followed a moan. His cock was trying to harden, but it was too soon for that, and yet his body was alight with arousal. When he lowered the dish, he let out a deep, satisfied sigh before licking away the milk-mustache from his upper lip. What remained he put inside his special bottle that he used when he needed to add cream into his coffee. He might actually do some baking later and see how well Will's cock-milk suited scones.