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Childe walked down the wilderness path towards the rather large treasure hoarder campsite he was ordered to collect from. They were a rather large group, more than typically gathered together. Apparently the group had big plans and, having gotten cocky, borrowed quite a bit from the Northland Bank. Childe had no interest in what big find they’d tracked down in Liyue, but he did have an interest in this special meeting he was going to.
Right as it was getting closer to the date they needed to pay back in full, Childe received a letter from the supposed leader of the camp. It stated that there was more information that the Harbinger needed to know before collecting the money with hints at another deal besides the loan going on between this camp and the Fatui organization. Intrigued, Childe informed Ekaterina that he would be leaving on an extended trip and to have any urgent business for him be passed on to someone else until he gets back.
Now he arrived at a tent a ways away from the main camp, exactly where the letter said it would be. “Hmm.” Childe narrowed his eyes, feeling the cool pulse of his vision as he made ready to conjure a weapon if need be. He didn’t bring any real weapon, knowing he would only need his vision for such a simple mission. Little did he know how his simple day was about to get very, very twisted.
Inside the tent was a smaller man, about a head shorter than the Harbinger. He seemed like the meek sort, or extremely nervous. He even let out a little squeak when he caught sight of the Harbinger barging straight into the tent. “Oh, goodness! I didn’t expect-”
Childe tossed the letter at the man who flailed around to catch it as it twisted around in the air before settling down at his feet. “What is this deal that you’re talking about?” Childe sat down in the only seat in the tent, crossing his legs casually. Of course he was unbothered, look at how the man was gaping at Childe’s audacity. The Harbinger waited for him to call him out on his lack of manners, but of course he wouldn’t do that to a Harbinger. Childe sneered behind his hand as he rested his chin, waiting.
“I- uh- well I have a letter from my correspondence. This one was special, as it seemed to come straight from your archon-”
“Her majesty?” Childe sat up straight, already showing more manners just from the mention of his archon than anything he showed for the person before him. He ignored the annoyed look the treasure hoarder gave him as Childe snatched the letter away and read it over. The contents made his blood run cold. “What is the meaning of this?”
Childe refused to meet the eyes of the weasel letting out a small chuckle. “Well, maybe you’ve made a mistake recently and you’re having to pay for it a bit?” The first thing that came to Childe’s mind was the incident in Liyue but that was resolved a while ago. Surely that couldn’t be it. Why would her majesty require something so..... vulgar of him? Childe shifted in his seat, nervous as the idea to reject her majesty’s order weighed on his mind. He had never denied her anything, surely he could just this once? But there was always a bigger picture that she didn’t always show him. Perhaps these idiots had happened upon something big for the Fatui..... Childe frowned. The letter basically boiled down to the leader of this group having made a special deal with the Fatui behind Childe’s back, allowing him to own Childe for a day.
“I know it seems a bit much, I didn’t think they would agree.” The weasel-like man shifted his hands together, looking a bit too delighted. “If it makes you feel better, since you didn’t seem to know about this, I will only make you last until the sun sets. It is so hard for one to give up their body for someone else, even if that person demanding it is their god.”
Childe bit his lip in thought. He couldn’t refuse his archon, especially not as a Harbinger. Even more so if doing so might disrupt or ruin something she set into motion. It seemed his beloved archon was making more and more deals behind his back. “Alright. Until sunset. I will be yours to do whatever. No matter what you order of me, I will carry it out to the best of my ability. As long as you promise to uphold your end of whatever the Tsaritsa has planned for you.”
The man had the audacity to laugh, as if he found that ridiculous, though he stopped with a sheepish look at the fierce glare the Harbinger sent his way. “Of course. All that I have promised to the Sneznayan archon, I will follow through with. Of course, this is separate from the money the rest of my men owe you as well. That will be a separate matter altogether, though I wonder if you’ll still be okay to collect from them after all of this. Perhaps you’ll feel too embarrassed after listening to their boss all day.”
“There will be no problem there.” Childe rolled his eyes, standing up. “I will get back every cent they owe. Plus the accrued interest of course.” He smirked wickedly at the shorter man, but something seemed different. The man didn’t seem to cower away or shift nervously. He just calmly agreed with a smile and went to search through his bag. “What, exactly, will you have me be doing? It says that you’ll be my master today but-” Childe’s words choked on his tongue as the man turned around holding quite the collection of adult toys. The display had the virgin Harbinger’s cheeks darkening as he turned his head away. “Harbingers are not for sexual pleasure. We are killing machines.” At least this one is, thought Childe. However, the man just put them down in front of Childe and crossed his arms, waiting.
“Of course you can refuse, however that almost means our deal is over. I don’t need someone to kill for me. I need someone to listen to my every word while I have some fun. Your archon agreed that you listen the best out of everyone, but perhaps she was wrong?”
Childe did not listen the best, in fact he was much too headstrong for that. He should have had a warning bell going off, but he was still like a little kid in some ways. Too eager to please those he looked up to. He would do this for her, and then he would ask why she let him experience this type of humiliation. She would answer that for him, surely. “I’ll do it... I just...” Childe hated the way his face warmed as he stumbled over his words. “I need you to tell me exactly what to do. I am not.....very experienced in this type of activity.”
The treasure hoarder’s mouth dropped. “I thought you would have been quite the wh-” He coughed, stopping his words as Childe raised a brow. “Never mind that, I would be honored to be the first to train your body then. We’ll make sure to go slow and get you adjusted before we do anything to your body.”
“We?” Childe asked, slightly panicked.
The man chuckled, seeming to enjoy the way Childe’s voice pitched up in concern. Truly showing off the aura of a scared virgin getting in over their head. “Don’t worry. We, you and me. You will be following my orders today, after all. Oh, and do call me master if you need to address me. It is part of the play after all. And it should go without saying but just in case, if you fail to listen to even one of my commands, within your ability to do so of course, then the deal is off.” Childe clenched his fists, his gloves squeaking from the pure power behind his grip. He nodded and the man grinned, too obviously pleased. “Good, then do pull down your pants for me and get on your hands and knees. Oh, and for my safety, hand over that vision. I couldn’t use it against you anyways, this is just for me.” That was the hardest thing for Childe to listen to so far, but he would do it for the Tsaritsa.
It was humiliating. Childe could see the movement of the sun from under the tent flap. If it had just been rising in the sky as he arrived here, it was now fully peaked. For hours, this man had been fingering and stretching his asshole. Cooing as the strange sensation had Childe’s hips jolting and shaking. After a single strange moan slipped out of his lips, Childe made a point to bite his glove to hold in any more strange noises he would make. The man, thankfully, did not make him stop, instead only laughing at the ‘cute actions’ the Harbinger displayed for him. What was worse, was that his ass had begun to throb and soften a while ago, now starting to unbearably throb as the man teased around his prostate without actually ever hitting it. It wasn’t until Childe couldn’t take it and unconsciously began thrusting back his hips that the man chuckled and stepped away.
Childe couldn’t help the misty eyed look he sent towards his master, bottom lip shaking as much as his thighs. Truly, already a messed up beauty. They had only just started, as the man finally grabbed the adult toys he’d gathered before. “Now, have you ever seen or used these before?”
“No.” Childe admitted, shivering as the man showed off a very strange looking toy. He smeared the lube upon it and then eased it into Childe’s waiting hole. It didn’t feel good as it settled among his guts, the tip pressing awkwardly and harshly into a spot that didn’t even feel good. Childe thought to complain, but the man was already forcing him to sit up and back. The toy settled even further into his colon, making Childe grimace.
“These are all strangely fascinating toys from Fontaine. They’ve somehow gotten them connected to these strange remotes, so that a separate party from the user can be a short distance away and still control them.” As he talked, the man gathered the strange egg shaped toys and worked on attaching them by their wires to Childe’s straining cock. The harbinger worried about the way the string tightened against his cock, but instantly forgot the moment his master pressed a button on the small remote he held. The eggs came to life instantly, vibrating and clicking together from their positions. The one resting right on the underside of his cockhead made a horribly lewd squealk as his pre-cum slipped and caught between the egg and his skin. Just from the first few seconds of them being on, Childe was already lost and leaking. He was holding in any noise but his breath betrayed him in the shaky inhales and shuddering exhales. As the Harbinger looked to the treasure hoarder for commands, he was more than happy to comply with such a cute pleading look. “Pull up your pants, Mr. Harbinger. We’re going on a small walk.” Childe was just happy he clicked off the eggs so that his legs didn’t feel like jelly any longer.
Once a little under halfway between his personal tent and the main camp, his master had Childe stand against a strange pole that seemed to mark nothing on the path. “What is this for?”
“Does it look out of place? My men thought so too. I had them install it once I received the letter from your archon. That’s why I’m so pleased you agreed, as it would have been a waste of manpower and time if they did this for nothing.”
“I.. I see....” Childe muttered, obediently placing his back to the pole. His master had him stand slightly bent, with his arms bent back so that his wrists could be placed together and tied to a pre-build notch on the pole. It prevented him from standing up straight, his legs spread apart with the ankles tied to separate smaller posts he hadn’t even noticed for the tall grass. It truly was an embarrassing pose, accentuating his full arousal already starting to wet through his pants just from the mental stimulation of the whole situation. Perhaps, Childe thought, he was actually rather perverted for a virgin. “Now what? Are you- hey!” Childe yelled as his master walked away, feeling his heart begin to race. “Where are you-”
“Quiet!” Childe’s expression slipped into a snarl before he could help it, the man’s tone making the Harbinger want to slap the attitude straight from his tongue. “Here are your orders. You are not to talk. For the rest of the time you are under my command, until the sun sets, you are not to utter a single word. If you do, our deal is off.” Childe instantly bit back the words he wanted to spew, angrily glaring instead. “Oh do that all you want.” The treasure hoarder sighed, shaking his head. “My fun comes from your humiliation, so the more spirit you show, the better it is for me. I hope you can keep up that cute little attitude in front of everyone. They need to get scared a bit to earn this treat, after all. I worked so hard for them.” Childe wanted to scream and disembowel the disgusting man before him, but he would not disappoint the Tsaritsa like that. So he stayed spread open and on display like a whore even as his master gathered the rest of his large camp over to their new Sneznayan toy.
“What- is that the Harbinger who’s been slinking around Liyue Harbor?” One of the men gasped. His master nodded, motioning for everyone to gather around. Apparently, from the murmurs of the crowd, they had been promised quite the show. Childe had a bad feeling he knew exactly what the show was. The heavy weight of the eggs resting against his leaking cock was all he needed to know to determine his naughty master’s disgusting game.
His master for the day turned almost all of the devices on, causing Childe's body to jerk against his bonds. A low moan escaped from his clenched teeth as everyone's eyes went to the harbinger. He understood the way he had been bound now, causing it to look as if Childe, himself, was purposely pushing out his hips to accentuate his swollen cock. All the eggs tied along his length caused it to jerk and press against the confines of his uniform. Childe tried to hide from their gaze, looking to the side as if to hide his face though he couldn't turn to truly do so. As if punishing him for attempting to hide, his master turned on the eggs to full blast, ripping out keening moans from the harbinger as he felt his cock warm up and jolt with every spurt of cum that filled his underwear. Already having been teased and edged for hours before this, Childe was helpless to the pleasure that took him over the edge so quickly. Before the crowd's very eyes, the scary harbinger came over and over until he was left whimpering as the eggs' vibrations pushed him into overstimulation.
That's when his master turned on the only one he had left alone, pushed into an awkward angle inside of Childe. He realized what it was now. The tip buzzed and pressed against the harbinger's full bladder, stimulating it towards release. Now his master's words made sense. He was paying to humiliate Childe in front of them all so that the Harbinger would end up leaving their hideout alone. He hadn't realized when he agreed to this that it meant he would fail to collect the other money he was owed. Still, what was some debt payment to the will of her majesty? It was a better loss in Childe’s eyes to humiliate himself for her and have a stain on his perfect collection record.
His cock was already throbbing again, his pants so wet they took on his full shape. Only the color was still left to the mens' imagination as the size and shape of Childe's dick danced before their eyes as he continued to cum, the love eggs also visible and causing their mouths to go dry. What did this man want, coming to their hideout to collect money yet putting on such a slutty display? Only Childe and his master knew, and his master was simply off to the side watching as Childe's bladder issue became more urgent with the Harbinger’s rising pleas between lewd gasping moans.
Everyone was shocked when a dark wetness spread over the harbinger's pants and down his legs as his bladder finally released. Everyone except his grinning master who turned up the vibrations to watch the small stream turn into a burst as Childe’s bladder was massaged through his colon. There was no way Childe would be able to intimidate anyone right now, as they all watched him sob and piss himself before them. In fact, he looked rather cute, red faced and trembling like a kid scared to tell their parents they wet themself. No one listened as he begged them to look away, instead watching and leaning even closer. His master didn’t even mention him breaking the no talking rule, obviously knowing the virgin man couldn’t help freaking out in the situation as pleasure more than he ever knew coursed through his system. Childe's body finally sagged, revealing from the way it hung that the man had been tied up all along. Everyone was confused until his master for the day spoke.
"You see, this slut couldn't come out and say it but he needs the money we owe him badly. He can't disappoint his archon by failing, after all." Childe whimpered as his master came over and pushed his soiled pants to the floor, exposing his still dripping, fully aroused cock. The love eggs still buzzed as his master ran a teasing finger up and down his shaft. "Since none of you scum bags wanted to pay on time, you owe a lot of back pay as well. Luckily, this harbinger is willing to have everyone pay it back today in one go." The treasure hoarders started to shout their confused complaints at their comrade, asking what all this meant. His master shooshed them as he pulled the toy from Childe's ass, or more so Childe's loud, guttural moan caused all eyes back on the exposed man.
"Don't get angry until you listen, after all he worked so hard to open himself up for you. He's personally taken on all our debt as of right now." Childe struggled, but his master had to have planned this from the beginning. His bonds made it easy for anyone to get at his ass but made it near impossible for Childe to move any of his limbs. He could only whine as his master showed everyone how easily two fingers could already slide in. The wet sounds of his scissoring the clenching hole barely audible over Childe's protests. "We all have quite the debt though, one hundred thousand mora almost, I would say.. So then, this whore will allow you to fuck him for say.... 100 mora each time?" His master threw down a bowl and tossed in 100 mora, the few coins bouncing around with a metallic twang. "So watch exactly how he'll earn back all the precious mora he's spending on us."
Childe, finally coming down from his orgasmic high, started to growl out a threat until his master pushed straight into his virgin ass, pushing past Childe's fighting clenches. His words bubbled down into nonsense cries as his master started a brutal pace of showing the men exactly how rough they should be to keep this harbinger turned whore docile. With the love eggs still stimulating the sensitive length of his cock, Childe could only clench and cum over and over on the dick chasing its own pleasure inside him. No one but Childe and his master knew that the current show included the scary Harbinger’s cherry popping. Who could tell, as his moans sounded like an experienced whore while his ass seemed to be made for dick. He took it so well, his master made sure to whisper in his ear how well his virgin hole took his dick.
Everyone was fascinated as Childe's ass milked his master's dick until it popped out of his puffy rim audibly. His master shallowly thrust the head of his dick in and out, enjoying the sounds of Childe's asshole sloppily sucking it in and out around the cum trying to slip out. "He only gets the money when you cum inside him, so make sure to only pay what he deserves. Anywhere else you cum on him, well... I guess that'll be all the interest he owes now wouldn't it?"
And so it would be, despite Childe's snarling protests and threats. No one cared anymore, as they crowded the harbinger to cover him in sperm like he deserved.
As the sun set, Childe shakily looked up at the man who was no longer his master. "Alright, that's your whole day. Pay up and let me go."
His master chuckled, walking up and tossing the five hundred mora he owed into the pile of semen soaked coins. "Of course, you no longer need to call me master or listen to me anymore. What a cute little harbinger you've been the whole day, listening to a man with a fake letter from his archon and letting so many men breed you like the dog you are."
"What?" Childe's face paled, his pupils dilating.
"Next time I would suggest double checking with at least someone else before agreeing to such a thing, you little slut." The man pressed Childe's thighs open, easily slipping into his swollen, cum soaked hole and ruthlessly pounding away as he continued to tease Childe. "This whole time you've been letting us all fuck and humiliate you for nothing. Even letting this stranger take your precious first time and throw you to a group of twenty other men to be fucked for hours on end. Think of all the pictures we have of you, you stupid boy. How will your precious archon look at you when she's handed a folder full of prints showcasing your new side job. It'll go down in the history of Snezhnaya and Tayvat as a whole. The 11th harbinger turned himself into a cheap whore instead of doing his job. He would rather suck up dick with his little cum hole than get the money owed to his precious organization."
"I'll explain it to her." Childe growled. The treasure harder pulled out, his cum falling into the pool of piss and semen below Childe's spread legs.
"Oh you're just as stupid as I was told. You amaze me really. Look at you. Your clothes have all been ripped away and soiled. You have nothing, not even your vision. The only thing you have is an ass full of our cum and a very large debt. " The man sighed as he pressed deep into the harbinger and relieved his bladder as so many others had, relishing the dark glare he was given in return. It did the trick, cum flooding out with the urine enema as soon as the treasure hoarder’s dick pulled out. "You'll need to get fucked through the night to even get halfway there? Oh, only if they cum inside you. If they pull out because you're so messy inside and cum out of your whore-hole, then they don't have to pay you. Do your best. We even called some other people to come here and help you out. We're so poor, after all, already having needed to take out loans to begin with. Your ass would give out before we helped you return all that money."
Childe's eyes widened as he heard the sound of men approaching, the low voices laughing and joking until their torches lit up the cum soaked and tied up man. They looked to be miners who had been nearby. "Do you all have mora?" His master joked, smirking at Childe as they shook their heads no. "Too bad, as to fuck and cum inside him you have to pay 100 mora."
"But you told us-"
"To cum inside, you had to pay. Yes, I did." The men smirked at each other as understanding dawned between them. 'Well tough luck, Mr Harbinger. Practice on your skills and let them keep your ass nice and loose so we won’t need to waste time reworking that tight ex-virgin hole. So many dicks on your first day. I’d say you have wonderful potential.” With that, he walked away to let the men fuck the harbinger all night, for free no less.
The first man to approach Childe was large, especially large was his cock already visible in his pants. Childe whined at the sheer size, like a whole arm. “There’s no way this is the real harbinger, or else they wouldn’t let us fuck him like this. He was probably just caught stealing from these freaks.” The miner reasoned, and Childe was in no mood to correct him. It would be better for the Harbingers’ reputation if these men thought their whore for the night was some poor soul instead of who he really was. “No use in delaying it anymore.” He used his big hands to spread Childe’s thighs even more apart, grinning at the high pitched cry Childe yelped out as his fluttering hole spit out its messy contents for everyone to see. “Ah, what a fucking toilet. Well used already and its only been a day? Lucky for us we’re used to dirty mines, so your ass is nothing.”
He kept Childe spread open with one hand as he released his destructive cock with the other. Childe fearlessly faced monsters and men twice his size when it came to battle, but the moment that cock slid against his swollen rim, Childe burst into tears. The stretch was too much. Not even just in pain, as the Harbinger had a very high pain tolerance. It was in the way his body burned and pleasure danced like stars in his vision. His cock ruined the man’s shirt as he bottomed out in Childe. His old master had really prepared his ass well, for him to not even slightly rip on the girth of that cock.
The powerful thrusts had Childe’s whole body speared on that cock, his ankle and wrist restraints painfully digging into the skin as his rag doll body was used like a toy. Over and over he was dragged up and down with every thrust as the other men watched on and pawed at their own erections. Not that Childe had time to pay attention to them, every thrust and drag stimulating his prostate and sending his vision into flashes of white. His cock had gone numb from the eggs, yet just through ass he was brought to orgasm after squirting orgasm until only pitiful dry twitches remained. Only when Childe seemed completely milked, did the man finally release inside of him. His fucked out guts almost feeling relief as the cum slicked up his rectum again. The relief didn’t last long though, as Childe’s mind began to function again without the constant cock shattering his thoughts with every slam into his deepest parts.
"You came inside!" Childe wailed, his mostly empty guts once again swollen full of warm seed. "You- you said you didn't have-" Childe was cut off as the man bottomed back out and quickened his pace until Childe was wailing and squirting over both of them. His prostate would be completely ruined and unworking by the time everyone was done fucking him. The man even had the audacity to grind into it until Childe’s ass sucked another creampie out of the miner.
"Shit, guess I owe you 200 mora now. Oh look at this pile of mora right here. It's so dirty, it must not be anybody's." Childe swore it was his, snarling at them to leave it alone as the man grabbed the bowl and dumped it out. All of the coins scattered in the grass. "Would someone fish me out 300 mora while I fuck this guy into silence so we don't have to listen to him anymore?" As people picked up the mora, keeping most to themselves, some dumped exactly 300 mora into the bowl while Childe continued to get fucked stupid on the miner's ridiculously large cock.
Everything he had earned before, Childe was forced to take again as he went through his second round of fucking. Even as the sun rose, the men were still fucking him. Each time they used all the coins, they would steal them back and make Childe thank them for how much they've spent on him. By the time the treasure hoarders arose, Childe was fucked stupid from the giant cocks he took all night. His bowl of mora empty and full of leftover semen.
The treasure hoarders made Childe drink the whole bowl as punishment for letting them take all his money. The leader clicked his tongue at Childe, before changing his bonds. Childe's weakened, overly fucked body collapsed to the ground before lurching forward as they tied him to a horse. "We'll have to take you around to get back that money now. Hopefully people want to buy a whore like you." It turns out, many people did.
Childe's looks were already enough to draw men to him, but his status as a Harbinger was the most appealing. People took photos as the naked Harbinger was ganged up by multiple men at once. All of them wanted proof that the 11th Harbinger was their bitch in case any Fatui came to make trouble. Only when men couldn't help but bust inside of Childe did they have to pay. So many purposely forced the harbinger to beg for them to cum inside before giving in, just to humiliate the once grand man reduced to the semen soaked bitch before them. By the end of the day, Childe had half his original earnings and twice the amount of cum inside him. So many men filled him with thick loads from their recent lack of sex, most all alone in the mining towns where they lived while working until they could go home to their families. So many husbands who took the opportunity to fuck open the harbinger while comparing his overused cunt to their wives. As if Childe would be anything but disgusted when they complemented his somehow still tight ass while they used their cocks to try and change that statement.
As soon as Childe couldn't stand, the men put him in a box like cargo, except his ass was exposed and hanging out. The way they had his body stuffed in there, Childe was forced to watch his dick harden as strangers forced him into orgasm through anal stimulation alone. Until he couldn’t see anymore, each shot of his own cum hitting his face and slightly choking him if it went up his nose. He heard them charging only 20 mora as they traveled to more crowded cities, Childe only able to pass out from exhaustion while his ass was used by his captors and customers alike, until he would wake up from almost choking on his own cum from the unfortunate angle of his body. Since they were taking him all over "to earn his money", the treasure hoarders fucked him ruthlessly without pay as compensation. They said his ass leaking out cum would make him seem popular, but instead it made him look like a cheap fucktoy and brought his price down to 10 mora. By the time they were at a big enough city that even his captors didn't have the balls to have his ass exposed the whole time, Childe had barely accumulated 10,000 mora.
Once deep into the city, the men carried the human cumdump into an unmarked building where Childe would spend the next week. Countless men came in to fuck him, now paying 100 mora by the hour. Childe couldn't tell if the men paid when he passed out or not, he couldn't tell much of anything anymore. He was so tired and his body smelled only of the strong musk of semen and sweat; the only ‘baths’ he had been given the whole time being from the many cocks spilling upon his head and body.
Only when Childe had finally gained enough to buy back the treasure hoarders' debt, did they pack him back into his cargo box, red and abused ass hanging out and leaking, and dump him at the bank. It would take another day for someone to actually open the box, containing the fucked stupid and malnourished harbinger, since the guard who found it had another buddy carry it into one of the secure interrogation rooms in the back of the bank. There, they called everyone on shift to take turns fucking into whatever poor soul got sent to the fatui like this, unknowingly breeding their boss over and over. They laughed at that cute little ass as the ring of muscles quivered between cocks, like it was already searching for the next. Their laughter stopped as soon as they finally finished their fun and opened the box to see who exactly laid in the box, passed out and obviously unwell. They would have feared for their lives, if their boss wasn't probably unconscious the whole time they used him. How did he end up like this?
They sent one man out to gather intelligence while another went to get a doctor. The rest cleaned up their boss to hide the evidence and brought him to the spare room off of Childe's office that he used to nap during his overtime hours. The whole bank was worried after getting a slightly changed story about the harbinger in a box the next day, only the men who fucked him knowing how plump his slutty ass looked stuck in that hole. And when Childe finally awoke, only the men who fucked him were present and able to see their boss's cute face turn bright red with horrified embarrassment as they described in more details than necessary the state he showed up in. Just as they suspected, the Harbinger meekly asked them to keep it a secret. Luckily, the mora, his clothes, and his vision and mask were surprisingly found within.
It all almost seemed forgotten until a few days later Childe was awoken from a dream of being ravenously fucked by all those men. His whole body felt wet with sweat as he got up and left his office. He had fallen asleep at his desk, busy trying to catch up on paperwork from the little over two weeks he was missing. He burst from the office to find two men standing guard outside. After the incident, he had at least two people watching him at all times per orders from those higher up than him. This time just so happened to have two of the men who found him. Surely, Childe hoped, these two would understand.
"Are you alright sir?" One asked, stepping towards him. Childe couldn't hold back his moan as the man caught his shoulder, just trying to steady the Harbinger. "Sir?" His voice deepened, his thumb already rubbing circles into Childe's shoulders making him break down into shuddering mewls. Since the day he woke up, Childe had been craving something to fill him up and his body had become overly sensitive to even the lightest touch. Two weeks of being fucked into unconsciousness over and over had ruined him body and brain.
"Please..." Childe vaguely pleaded, legs shifting back and forth as his cock began to chub.
"Sir, you're going to have to tell us what you mean." The fatus smirked at his boss, enjoying the way his eyes glazed and his lust practically dripped like a fog off of him.
He honestly thought he would get to tease Childe more, but the harbinger had already gotten to his breaking point. To the two men's surprise, their boss stripped completely naked and turned around. With hands trembling with need, he spread himself open for them. His hole was slicked up and softened already, evidence of Childe's failed attempts to handle it himself. "Please fuck me. Hard. I'm ordering you to fill me with your cum, immediately."
The man closest to him, full cock easily popping out as he opened the front of his pants, hummed in thought. "Isn't this abusing your power sir? You can't order us to fuck you."
Childe looked back in annoyance, especially upset seeing the man's fat cock completely ready for him. "What do you want then?"
"Well if you beg us for it on your knees like a good boy, it would seem much less like an order from our boss and more like a pleading whore, which we would have no problem listening to."
"Are you crazy?" The other man gasped, scared at the darkening look of his superior's expression. "You trying to get us killed?"
"Yes." Childe growled, turning around to get in the other man's face. "Bold of you to act like your nasty little eyes haven't been glued to my ass since you transferred here."
"Oh, so you noticed?" He only grinned, not at all worried. The man who went to get intelligence had already reported back to him. The underling knew the whole training Childe had gone through and the trail of obscene photos men were more than happy to show off of their boss stretched around a dick in both his gaping holes, so adorably sobbing and covered in sperm. If the harbinger had wanted to kill him, his newly developed body would be down a fuckable dick.
Sure enough, Childe got down to the floor and slid his legs apart. While it wasn't the wanton expression of pure lust he had in so many of those photos, his angry pout was almost better. The fatui member had imagined what his boss would look like down there underneath his clothes, not expecting to ever really see that soft and neatly trimmed red hair and that useless yet cute dick which was already beading up just from the stares on him. The sight was taken from the subordinate as Childe turned to press his ass up towards them. His face pressed down into the carpet of the bank as his hands reached out to seductively spread his twitching asshole on display for them, well it was a very welcome sight if their growing erections were anything to go by.
Since the man already had his cock out, he took the opportunity to go over and press it between the Harbinger’s cheeks. His hands rested against each one, getting a good grip on the soft flesh as he shifted his hips to get a friction going. He could feel his boss’s hole fluttering with need against his shaft as he worked his dick between his asscheeks until precum began to drip over the precious mound. Childe was practically whining beneath him, body desperate for cock. While the man delighted in the way his tip caught and teased the puffy rim of Childe’s ass, the subordinate only regretted not trying to get in here sooner. Luckily, his coworker already disposed of the whole treasure hoarder camp. He was especially cruel to the mastermind who stole their boss’s sweet virginity. It would have been better if it had been one of them, at least then they would have been gentle and not permanently changed their beautiful boss’s body like this. While his new body craving dick was enough to make them all burst, there was something so seductive about the dumb ignorance the battle hungry Harbinger held towards their previous advanced. Apparently though, he knew all along but wasn’t interested. Slightly annoyed, the Fatus let out a soft growl and plunged into Childe’s ass.
Childe screamed as he was filled, the man’s cock instantly filling him better than his own fingers could. It was like an ache deep within him was finally soothed as the cock stroked his insides fiercely. It swelled even larger, the man moaning along with Childe’s coy squealing. “Do you like my cock that much, Sir?”
Childe shuddered, not used to the line of respect his men kept towards him when being fucked. Surprising them both, Childe looked up from his damped eyelashes, looking both shy and alluring. His wet lips trembled around every word, trying hard to smoothly get out every word between his panting moans. The Fatus within him had to close his eyes to keep from spilling inside him at the sight alone. “You’ll still call me Sir as you fuck me?”
The man paused his thrusts, contemplating. He swore Childe clenched harder as he spoke. He thought that his boss wasn’t used to dirty talk but now he realized that wouldn’t make sense. The men that fucked him had degraded him beyond repair. No, Childe gave away what he really wanted, and the fatui member fucking him would do anything to make this a special experience his boss craved above the animalistic fucking he experienced before. “Ah, Sir.” Clench. “Do you like it when I talk to you respectfully even as I mess up your body, Sir?” Again, that sweet clench but only at the end. “You really are so pretty, Sir. Ah, look at how you’re sucking in my cock. You’re doing so good, Sir.” The man began to run his hand gently over Childe’s stomach in time with each slow shift of his hips burying his cock deep within the Harbinger. Every sweet action seemed to bring out a new reaction from his boss. Truly, they might be the only ones so far to see the way the Harbinger shrunk shyly in on himself while being sweetly fucked.
“You feel so good, Sir. You look so cute blushing both here-” He boldly leaned down to kiss his boss’s flushed cheeks, his lips pressing against a warm trail of tears as Childe hiccuped from the action. “And here as well.” He let his thumb tease and knead against the stretched rim, enjoying the keens it brought out. It almost made him angry that such simple actions had the Harbinger like putty beneath him. So broken, handled so roughly. At least, if the group hadn’t spent so long tracking down and killing everyone who even looked at their superior’s pretty little ass and burning any evidence of those two weeks. The network for the Fatui was great and they had used every angle they needed to get it done without Childe finding out. Now, he almost wished he had permission to ease the panic constantly hanging out him.
“We’ll treat you sweetly, boss.” The subordinate promised as he reached around to pump Childe’s cock, enjoying the way his moans pitched up with each stroke. Childe’s hands reached to pull his hand away. Childe was stronger than him, so he could easily do it, but the subordinate wanted this to be more than about milking out releases from him. Childe had learned to focus on working orgasms out of men in those two weeks, and now they wanted him to become a mess for them even if it meant the two guards didn’t get to cum. They had imagined Childe to be the type to selfishly seek his own orgasm. They didn’t want to rewire him like his previous owners, but they did want him to comfortably seek pleasure from them if he needed it. They would happily live just for their devoted boss. He inspired them as fellow Sneznayans to join the Fatui, so they just wished to repay him back. If they got to fuck the attractive Harbinger to help as well, well they were also more than happy to let him sit on their cocks as much as his newly developed slutty body needed.
“Please, please. Stop, I don’t-” Childe whined at the slow pace. He didn’t like the gentle way his subordinate was teasing his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure down to his cock. His body just craved semen, that was the answer he’d come to after being unable to cum in his office with his fingers. Therefore, the faster he could pleasure the other man the faster this need in his core would be extinguished. If he craved battle, he would go fight. If he craved food, he would go eat. If he craved for semen, he would find it. Unfortunately, this man seemed determined to have the Harbinger flushed and pliant beneath him. Childe had other plans.
He slipped away from the dick teasing his insides, twisting around to face the man fucking him. He was rather good looking, compared to the plethora of ugly old men Childe was used to fucking from those two weeks. It was enough of a contrast to make his heart flutter, biting his lips and looking sheepishly away. He was not used to this, nor the sweet smile he got from both of them. How could they act like this, gently taking care of him like this. The other one didn’t even try to foreably use his mouth, instead standing back and keeping watch so no one else would see their boss like this. Before, the other men fucking him had even dragged him out into the open any opportunity that presented itself and fucked the harbinger in the streets outside the building for any passing man to join in. This felt so secretive, private. Safe? Did this make Childe feel.... safe?
A soft, sobbing whine ripped from the back of his throat as he finally released the pain of those two weeks. It was embarrassing to lose his dignity in front of these two men, but the way his subordinate just pulled him into his chest to whisper soothing words seemed to help. Childe cried until he was just sniffling against the man’s warm chest as he gently ran his fingers through Childe’s hair. When the Harbinger calmed down enough, he heard the man let out a sigh. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this yet, but it’s all pretty much over with anyways. When you were found, we lied to you a bit. You weren’t in a completely sealed box.” Childe’s eyes widened as the man described the debauched sight of the stranger who turned out to be their boss. The note inside describing what they did, attached to Childe’s ‘pay’ for the debt he needed to collect on. The mora all soaked in semen, as were his clothes. Childe shook in shame, knowing now that so many of his subordinates had not only seen his private areas but brutally fucked him as well. Not that it mattered after all those other men did, so many strangers and comrades alike that now knew what the Harbinger’s ass felt like as they fucked him. Only the man’s tense voice brought Childe out of his own spiraling thoughts. “So we killed them all.”
“What?”
“We made sure to thoroughly investigate first. There might be a few more that slipped past us, so we’re double checking but so far we’re ninety-eight percent sure we’ve disposed of everyone who dared to treat our beloved Harbinger like that.”
“You investigated?” Childe felt his blood run cold, knowing that his men likely found all those pictures of him. Evidence of the horrible treatment he endured. The evidence that he was made to take cock like an animal, not even treated as a human.
“Don’t worry, we’ve disposed of everything. If you ask it of us, we’ll never even mention it in front of you again. I just thought it would-” The fatui member sighed, gently wiping away his boss’s tears. “We would like to help you however we can, Sir. Please believe in our sincerity. We might have looked at you with less than pure intentions, but we respect you as a Harbinger before we lust for you as a man.”
Childe closed his eyes as he soaked in the warmth his subordinates showed him. Truly, they all always showed the Harbinger respect even when the youngest member acted rashly and strangely to the other recruits. He was probably the only Harbinger who worked so closely with his subordinates. Now, it seemed this bond had come to pay him back in an embarrassing way. “I was blinded by my own overconfident hubris and ended up in an embarrassing situation.” Childe admitted, coughing a bit as he moved out of his subordinate’s lap. He may have been Childe but he was not a child, and he did not want to be treated as one.
“You’re still in a rather embarrassing situation, Sir.” The standing subordinate grinned, teasing his boss in the comfortable atmosphere. “Though if you don’t mind me asking, this whole situation....” He didn’t need to say anymore, Childe knew what he meant.
“It would seem that my, uh, body-” Childe felt his face heat up, unable to meet their eyes anymore as his own gaze fell to the ground. “I feel as if something is wrong. It might be... craving semen now.”
“Oh.” Both let out small gasps, likely not expecting that admission from their boss. “Are you sure-”
“I couldn’t fix it even with all the times I came from my own hands. It has to do with receiving semen.”
“Not perhaps another part of the experience? Like exhibit-” The standing man stuttered into incoherence at the glare the other member gave him.
“I’ll fuck you until I fill you up, if that is what you want. If that works, we can do this for you again. If it doesn’t, we can help you find another way. We’re here to serve you. You have to be honest if it helps or not. If it feels good or not.” As he talked, he started to feel up Childe again. The harbinger shuddered as the man’s fingers lightly trailed all over his body. “Tell me, Sir. I want you to say out loud when I do something you like. Will you do that for me?”
“There, feels good there.” Childe gasped, leaning back to further expose himself as his comrade teased his puffy nipples. They were already red and swollen from his earlier attention to them. “I- I like when you touch them.”
“Where?”
Childe whined in embarrassment but relented as he promised. “My nipples.”
“How naughty.” The teasing made Childe squirm and his subordinate leaned in until his lips ghosts against the shell of Childe’s ears. “Ah, does my teasing feel good too, Sir? Do you like it when I call you out on how sensitive and perverted your body has become? Though, hasn’t it always been like this?”
“No, they made it like this-”
“No.” He harshly cut him off, scolding him with a frown. “They aren’t allowed to leave any marks on you. Your body was sensitive before they met you and they took advantage. They can’t touch you ever again, and they can’t claim any part of you anymore.” He bit Childe’s ear lightly, sucking on the lobe. When he was satisfied, he kissed and sucked the smooth curve of Childe’s neck and the soft skin at the curve of his jar. “We’ll make sure to carve out any trace they left in you, Sir, until you’re able to truly forget.”
“Please-” Childe’s voice shook slightly and he hated himself for it. Yet, those words gave him a sort of relief. “Please make me yours.”
“We aren’t making you ours. We’re offering to be yours, as we always have been. We are at your disposal whenever you need, as always.” And that statement alone eased some of the tension that built up within Childe. “Is it okay to continue now, Sir?”
“Please.” Childe spread himself open, cock leaking upon his fingers as they hooked into his softened hole and stretched it for him. The subordinate took no time to lean forward and once again claim his boss. It was so easy to slip back in, though this time he started the brutal pace his boss wanted. Knowing now that the issue had been somewhat resolved, the fatui member felt a bit better about bullying Childe’s clenching hole. Every part of him showed how much Childe was melting from his cock. “You’re much better looking than them anyways. If I had to remember a face as I’m fucked in my dreams, I hope it’ll be yours next time.” The Fatus couldn’t help the giddy laugh that escaped him as the dazed Childe even muttered out such a cute line. The harbinger seemed to be a bit of a romantic, it seemed.
“I hope so too, Sir. I would be honored if you thought of this favorably enough to dream of it.” He leaned in and stole a kiss, not thinking much of it until he pulled back to the Harbinger’s beat red face. Oh. Oh dear. “They did all that, but didn’t think to take your first kiss?”
“I wasn’t there to be kissed.”
“These lips took so many dicks, yet they didn’t- ” He sighed as he ran his thumb over Childe’s moistened lower lip, before leaning back in to suck upon it. He nibbled until Childe opened his mouth to allow the fatui member to deepen the kiss. He kept up the deepening kisses, swallowing the growing moans that picked up as the Harbinger grew close to orgasm. Over and over, the Fatus wanted to make his boss satisfied and dependent upon him. The greatest honor would be to know Childe was brought comfort by him, and his cock of course.
With a beautiful, lust driven cry, Childe spilled out over the member’s uniform. It seemed in the passing weeks since he’d been back, Childe really hadn’t been able to properly cum. It was so thick and there was so much. Without missing a beat, the subordinate scooped up a small puddle that’d started to soak into his shirt and started to pump Childe's oversensitive cock with it. Emboldened by the mewls his boss let out, he continued to pleasure him through two more orgasms before the fatui member finally felt his own release peak. He couldn’t deny the smug satisfaction of pulling out and seeing his seed leaking out from where he spilled deep inside Childe. His hole gaped and clenched around the air, as if pleading to be filled up again. Still, they needed to do this right. “Did that help sir? Did you truly become a semen hungry succubus?”
Fully satisfied, Childe gave a cock dazed smile at the man who fucked him so well. “Did I feel good too? You felt so good inside of me.” Without waiting for an answer, they watched their sleep deprived boss pass out.
“We all already knew how his ass feels. Of course it’s the best.” The left out subordinate sighed, finally showing how impatient he was. “How come only you got to fuck him? Look at my poor dick.”
“We have to take this slow, so he trusts us. Do you want him going out onto the streets to find dick like he was originally planning to do?” The other subordinate reasoned, turning around to take his coworker’s cock out. He hummed as he licked up the shaft, giving the other man a smirk. “I’ll help you this one time, for old times sake.” He took the whole cock into his mouth, sighing as it easily slipped to the back of his throat. He would love to do this to Childe at some point, knowing the inexperienced Harbinger would make the cutest sounds. As it stood, his coworker only made bored noises and roughly gripped his hair to drive his own pleasure. This was why you didn’t get to fuck him you idiot, the man thought as he was roughly used like an onahole. When they pulled back, he let the cum slip out into his hand. With one last disapproving look, he turned around and fed the sleeping Harbinger the collected cum. Once his throat bobbed as he swallowed, the man gave the other a satisfied smirk. “They might have beat us to it, but they really drove him straight into our hands.”
“Goodnight, our precious Harbinger.” They each leaned down to give Childe’s temples a chaste kiss before working together to bring the Harbinger back to his room. They would have plenty of time to properly worship his body later. For now, they would need to go tell the others so they knew. If their boss truly craved semen as he so insisted, they would fill him so full that his very dna could change. They would become a part of him, just as he had won a permanent place in them. The Harbinger had no idea of the possessive insanity of his subordinates, but he would never feel unloved while he submitted to them. The blood crazed Harbinger, after all, could overlook insanity in others, especially when they made him feel so good, so loved. Perhaps Childe really was turned into a succubus from that time. Though he had long ago charmed these men into following him to hell and eternity beyond that.