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The guests’ eyes were not on the young lord at the head of the table, dressed in the finest of clothing with his signature red hair tied tightly behind his head, but the man sitting on his lap. An orange-haired boy with a toned build and roguishly handsome features—stripped of his clothes and sheathed around his master’s cock, struggling to contain the faint flush spreading down his cheeks.
His back was arched and his chest was fully on display, delicate pink nipples pierced with two golden rings linked by a silver chain. Even with the bitter expression on his face, he looked charmingly boyish, lashes long with thick auburn hair cascading messily over his eyes. He was biting down shakily in an attempt to prevent any unbecoming sounds from escaping past his lips.
The collar around his neck and the shackles around his ankles invited no questions about his position in the household. His body was clearly his master’s property, meant to be put on display and used in whichever way he wished.
…Childe could feel every inch of Diluc’s cock inside him, buried deep to its hilt, yet he had no choice but to remain seated on his lap. Every time he shifted, Childe could feel the entirety of it pressing warmly against his insides. He quickly discovered that it was impossible to keep his body entirely still.
Diluc suddenly thrust upward with his hips, and Childe lurched, unable to bite back a moan. He quickly covered his mouth with a hand as his cheeks began to flush red. Surely everyone had heard that.
“No, no,” Diluc said harshly. “Hands off. I want everyone to be able to see your face.”
Childe lowered his hand back to his side, trembling slightly as he felt precome dripping down the tip of his erection. He took deep breaths to steady himself. He would not allow himself to fall apart like this, impaled on this bastard’s cock before the upper echelons of Mondstadt’s high society.
Diluc finally spoke up. “As many of you may have already guessed, this man here is Tartaglia, Eleventh of the former Fatui Harbingers.” Murmurs and nods fluttered across the table.
“In battle, he was a fearsome killing machine, capable of taking on hundreds of soldiers with nothing but a rusty knife in each hand. We have him to thank for many of our losses on the northern front. He was an undeniably valuable asset for the Fatui side, known across Teyvat for his ruthlessness and reliability, but now…”
Diluc grabbed at one of Childe’s nipples, squeezing it, and the man shuddered in his grasp. “This boy here is nothing more than my obedient slave. Isn’t that right, Childe?”
Childe. Diluc had kept that name as a mockery of his own noble status, stripping him of everything but his unofficial title.
(“—The next time you speak without my permission, I cut your tongue off. Do you understand?”
Childe glared at him.
“I said, do you understand.”
“Yes.”
Diluc slapped him across the face. “It’s ‘yes, master.’”
“Yes, master,” Childe repeated venomously, cheek still stinging.
“Remember: if you ever forget your place, I will make sure your family pays the price.”)
“Yes, master,” Childe spat. Diluc grabbed his chin roughly with his hand, angling his face upward. Childe felt his jaw beginning to ache beneath the man’s tight grip.
“Show me any cheek today, and I will make sure you regret it,” Diluc said softly. He ran his gloved hand down Childe’s neck and across the length of his chest and stomach, enjoying the way the man shivered beneath his touch.
He turned to the rest of the table. “Now that I’ve finished introducing our special guest, shall we begin our meal? My chef has prepared a rather special set of dishes for us tonight…”
The aroma of wonderful food quickly filled the air, but even the emptiness in his stomach could not distract Childe from the feeling of Diluc’s cock stirring inside him. He sat squirming on his lap for the entire length of the meal while the young lord conversed with his neighbors, discussing local news and the winery’s affairs as though this were nothing more than just another dinner. The hour felt like it would never end. He leaned his head back against Diluc’s shoulder to give him room to eat, dreading the way his body would shift around as he reached toward the table for each bite. To his chagrin, he found himself unable to contain the rise of his cock.
The worst moments were when Diluc would thrust his hips up without warning, catching Childe off guard and occasionally managing to punch a choked noise from his throat. Even when he was able to see it coming, it did nothing to dull the sensation of Diluc’s cock digging electrifyingly deep inside him. They slot together perfectly, Childe like a silk glove on his master’s hand.
Multiple nobles complimented Diluc on his prize, ranging from praise at having conquered such a fearsome opponent to comments about his enchanting Snezhnayan beauty. They spoke of him as though he weren’t there at all. He was nothing more than an ornament to this high-society scene, his wealthy master’s pitiful cocksleeve.
And yet, even as everyone’s eyes fell on Diluc, Childe could tell that their eyes were on him, the true centerpiece of the night.
“...But merely putting him in chains doesn’t guarantee that he follows your orders,” one of the nobles frowned. “Are you sure that keeping him so close to you is such a good idea?
Diluc raised his eyebrows. “Are you implying that I ought to fear my own slave? Regardless of his nature in the past, I believe I now have him sufficiently trained. Permit me to demonstrate.” He tugged at the chain between Childe’s nipples, causing him to jerk forward in pain. He gasped as he felt Diluc’s cock rubbing tightly against him.
“I want you to move,” Diluc ordered. “Make me feel good.”
Childe sat there hesitantly, unsure of what exactly it was that Diluc wanted, until Diluc punched another thrust into his stomach that sent Childe rolling forward with tears in his eyes. “You can determine what that means for yourself, can’t you? Or do you simply lack the intelligence for that? Perhaps your worth truly does lie in your body alone—good for nothing but fighting and getting held down and fucked.”
Childe glowered at his words, hesitantly beginning to grind his hips against Diluc’s. He felt bare skin rubbing against the dark cloth that clothed Diluc’s closed legs, once again made painfully aware of his own nakedness. He was making an utter fool of himself through his pitiful attempts to pleasure him.
Childe let out fluttering gasps as he felt the cock starting to move around inside him, pushing up maddeningly against his sensitive walls. Using the strength of his legs alone, he dragged himself up and down the length of his cock, feeling himself being stretched wide open with each inch that breached him. In his position, he could barely get any kind of support, but he was sure that his pathetic attempt to jerk his master off was entertaining enough for everyone to watch.
It was humiliating.
“That’s enough,” Diluc eventually said. Childe went still again, exhaling deeply as he positioned himself back on his lap. The other nobles clapped, complimenting Diluc on just how well he had trained his new slave.
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After dessert arrived, Diluc finally had Childe stand up. He lifted himself stiffly off his lap as Diluc ordered him to bend over the table.
“Place your hands behind your back. Spread your legs.” Childe obeyed, dreading what was to come next as Diluc cuffed the iron shackles around his wrists together.
“Do you understand what I’m about to do to you?”
Childe felt a lump rise in his throat. “Yes, master,” he murmured. Diluc smiled faintly. After the Fatui had taken so much from him, he was eager to take something from this Harbinger.
He slapped Childe’s ass, a loud thwap resounding throughout the room as his cheeks began to redden from the impact. Childe pressed his face harder into the cloth of the dinner table, wanting to escape the burning shame as Diluc sent his body grinding against the table each time he brought his hand down onto his cheeks.
And then Childe finally felt the head of Diluc’s cock rubbing familiarly against the tight ring of muscle at his hole, threatening to breach it at any moment. Not a single person was eating anymore. All eyes in the room were suspended on Childe. He shut his eyes, wishing to be anywhere but here, about to be held down and fucked on a table in Mondstadt in a room full of enemies. By a man who hated him for reasons he had nothing to do with personally, who had no qualms about doing whatever it took to make his life hell.
Diluc thrusted in with one go, and Childe let out a cry, squeezing his eyes shut tighter as little, shuddering gasps escaped his mouth. Despite having been stretched open on his cock for the last hour or so, the sensation was just as brutal as Diluc forced his way between his walls and slammed right into his prostate.
“Nh… aghh!”
Diluc started moving inside him, and Childe was a goner.
His thrusts were ruthless as he snapped his hips against Childe’s with fervor, working his cock in and out of his tight hole at a frightening pace while pressing a hand against his wrists for support. Childe was gasping, trying to prevent his tears from leaking out of his watering eyes as saliva dampened the cloth beneath his face. He was unable to cover his mouth with his hands, unable to hide himself at all beyond his thick curls draping into his fluttering eyes.
“Gh—hah, ah, hah…! Ah—ah, nn, hah…”
“Pathetic,” Diluc said. “I hadn’t expected you to fall apart so easily.” Childe let out a tight moan in response as Diluc thrusted back in, slamming right into his prostate and sending an electrifying tingle up his spine. Diluc slapped his ass again, eyes narrowing in pleasure as Childe’s muscles clenched involuntarily around him.
He sped up the pace. Another flurry of lewd noises spilled from Childe’s lips. “Such lovely song.” Diluc thrusted in deep, impaling himself all the way inside, and Childe gasped. The stretch was unbearable. “Such a wanton little thing.”
Childe wanted to beg for Diluc to stop, to raise an arm against him, but he was utterly helpless beneath his grasp. Naked, in chains, beneath the most powerful man in Mondstadt, he knew that was exactly what Diluc wanted: for him to disobey, for him to open his mouth and beg, for him to give him a reason to fall to his knees as he tore his family apart. The other guests at the table would bear witness to any wrong move.
Diluc was nothing more than a well-sharpened axe poised to fall over his bare neck; it was only a matter of when. Childe would make sure his family stayed safe for as long as possible, no matter the cost, but there was no way he could keep that vindictive bastard from getting his hands on them forever.
Tears dripped from Childe’s eyes at his helplessness. He couldn’t even save himself.
Diluc lowered his other hand to Childe’s neck, still keeping the one on his shackled wrists pressed tightly to his back. Childe spluttered as he felt his airflow being cut off, thrashing weakly beneath Diluc’s body as he continued to hammer furiously into his behind. Childe cried harder and harder as the cock continued to fill him up so terribly, wanting it all to just stop. His legs, still spread for his master, began to buckle under the strain, but Diluc kept him firmly bent over against the table. Childe finally came with Diluc’s hand wrapped tightly around his throat, body shaking violently beneath his grip as he pleaded wordlessly for air.
He choked as the red-haired man finally let go, more spit dripping from his mouth as he tried to regain control of his senses. Childe was sure Diluc had left markings on his neck with just how tightly he had dug his fingers into his skin. He pressed his face against the table, coughing. Sobbing.
“Guh… uh…”
“Why don’t we show everyone what a mess you’ve made of yourself?”
Diluc grabbed his chin again, tilting it upward and angling it in such a way that everyone could see the tears running down his reddened face, lips covered with saliva and snot dripping wetly from his nose. Childe’s shoulders trembled, hair plastering itself stickily against his face. At the head of the table, he was in full view, thoroughly unable to stop himself from falling apart before everyone.
“You’ve been taking it so obediently,” Diluc murmured. “How would you like to be handed around? I’m sure everyone else here would love to make use of your tight hole, passing you from lap to lap like a piece of candy to be devoured."
Childe didn’t answer, shutting his eyes again at Diluc’s suggestion. He knew it was not a joke, but a threat. Diluc, in all his cruelty, would not be opposed to handing him around just to get a rise out of him.
“On second thought… perhaps, I would prefer to keep you to myself.” Diluc rammed himself back in yet again, punching another choked gasp from Childe’s throat. He inhaled sharply as Diluc sped the pace up once more.
Please… please, just… let it end…
Childe’s wish was finally granted as Diluc came inside, depositing his wet and sticky mess deep within his stretched hole. He lifted his hand off his back, cock sliding out of Childe’s weak and trembling body with a wet pop. Childe remained unmoving with his chest still plastered against the table and his legs spread wide. He had been in the same position since the start, opening himself up obediently for Diluc the entire time.
Diluc took hold of his head, grabbing a thick fist of his orange curls and tilting his face upward toward the other members at the table.
“Did you enjoy it? Answer me honestly.”
Childe’s eyes fluttered in suspicion. “...No, master.” What kind of question was that?
“Do you feel shame? Is this humiliating for you?”
He gritted his teeth, cheeks still flushing red. “...Yes, master,” he spat out.
“Do you hate me?”
“Yes!”
“Master,” Diluc snapped. “Forget your place again and I’ll have you whipped until you can no longer stand.”
“Yes, master.”
The grip on his hair tightened until he began to feel tears pricking at his eyes once more. “Good. The correct answer to all these questions. Remember the way this feels, the rage and humiliation burning through your heart. Let the pain at your helplessness keep you alive a little longer.”
He slammed Childe’s face ruthlessly back into the table, expression dark. “Thank me for exhibiting the mercy to let you live another day. I should have gutted you like a pig when I had the chance.”
“Th… thank you, master,” Childe said, gritting his teeth, unable to stop the tears trickling out of his eyes. The hatred for the man behind him burned.
Diluc had fostered hatred for a long, long time. He knew just how corrosive it felt. Now, he would let the Harbinger have an intimate taste of just how it felt to feel powerless. A part of him felt sick at what he’d done—he had admittedly let his emotions get the better of him tonight, driving him down a dark path.
But, he also had to admit that letting steam off felt good. To humiliate the prideful Harbinger by reducing him to his personal pleasure slave…
The thought was rather enticing.
As everyone was finishing up, getting out of their chairs and milling around in conversation, Diluc forced Childe to stay bent over the table with his legs spread. The come from earlier, still trickling slowly down his thighs, had not been cleaned out, a mark of Diluc’s successful conquest over his body. Childe kept his eyes shut tightly once more as he heard people coming up behind him to enjoy the view, as he felt hands reaching for him to grope at his reddened cheeks.
He had already been thoroughly humiliated in every way possible, and yet he was certain this was nowhere near the end of his torment.
After dinner, Master Ragnvindr’s slave was cleaned up and returned to his quarters for yet another round of private entertainment.