Moral Officer
The little chime in the tight dark space tells him he has 30 minutes left. The one before went off four times and the single one, he learned, meant 30 minutes had passed. When it went off five times he was finished his job as Moral Officer for the week.
He never knew it would be this hard.
The closet of a space is dark, made more so by the blindfold over his eyes that also covers his ears making voices hard to hear but his own noises terribly loud. The padded seat he lays on almost hurts, the incessant gentle sucking and tugging of the sleeve attached to a machine beneath him almost hurts his cock as much as the tight ring that keeps him from getting any less than half hard. His chest aches in ways it hasn’t in a long time from the clamps and how they sway as he’s fucked hard from behind for the umpteenth time that day. The little vibrators go off every 10 minutes and he hopes it’s sweat dripping down his chest and not something worse.
He hurts… in all the best ways and it’s had tears come to his eyes each time he’s pulled to orgasm since second bell.
All he can smell is the salt sweet of a cunt pressed to his face from the hole before his mouth. He has a rest for his head when he tires, it makes getting throat fucked easy almost, but this takes more effort. He can barely hear the voice of the woman who’s grinding into his chin and tongue, swears he can hear nails scraping the tile wishing to grab his hair and force his face deeper into her folds. His tongue finds the plush pearl near the bottom of her slit, swirling and curling around it hard, sucking hard at it when her hips rise enough to bring it closer.
Heat flushes against his face, muscles tense and shiver, a scream rings dully in his ears as his face is coated with thick gushes of nectar. He drinks deep of what she gives him, only stopping when she pulls away and lips press to his own to sloppily make out and share her taste between them. Her mouth tastes of candy and her own salt.
The clamps buzz and sway, making him choke back a scream as they go off. Candy lips peck his sweetly before the cover is put back over the hole and he’s left in the dark again.
Behind him the long cock spreading him open speeds up as the man he services nears his end. Not as thick as some of the cock’s that had been up his ass today (and thankfully there was plenty of lube the first few had been hard for his neglected hole to take). Hanzo sobbed into the wall in front of him as the sleeve sucking at his cock and the hammer like pace behind him forced him to orgasm again. Shortly as the painful euphoria passed he felt heat spill and pool into his gut which grumbled.
He felt overloaded everywhere.
When he entered he’d seen a container below the machine before he had been blindfolded by his brother. He wondered how full it was with his own cum. Worried at how long it would take to void himself of all the spunk pumped into him over the last four and a half hours. God he didn’t even know how he’d move. His arms had long gone limp against his back, loosely tied so he wouldn’t mess with anything. His prosthetics had been removed so the knee pads only worked so much to support him. Only belts strapped him to the bench kept him in place if it weren’t for the occasional spit roast.
He was vulnerable and it scared him. It hit him hard as the wall near his mouth opened and an insistent cock – thick and broad and hot – pressed to his lips. He didn’t know how he’d get out of here without help. How the others would see the mess he was. Who would help him clean up? Would they even be appreciative?
He hadn’t exactly made a lot of friends over the last few months of being at the Watchpoint. The only person he thought might care besides his brother was McCree and he’d had chores that sent him out of the watchpoint for the whole day. He shuddered at the thought of his brother seeing him like this.
You deserve this, the darker part of his head told him, as he parted his lips and relaxed his throat. The cock before him pressed in quickly, making his jaw ache as more just kept coming and fucking his sore throat. You deserve to be used. They have the right. For what you did to their comrade, your brother, this should be your fate until they tire of your use.
It scared him. Those thoughts, how his body ached wishing for it to end but craved the contact. A decade of denying any touch, even his own, and now here he was being used for nearly five straight hours. The big hands at his ass through the hole in the wall, too thick digits inspecting his wrecked hole, gauging if it was ready for what the hands had to give, frighten him for a moment. If they were that big how big was what was to follow?
He sobbed, choked on the cock in his throat, flinched from the touch and tried to move but he couldn’t. Panic came in the dark and made his throat twitch on the insistent cock deep in his throat, made his reflex flutter and twist until he felt his stomach heave in rebellion.
Cum and acid came out of his nose as he tried to empty his gut, to cry, and to do his job all at the same time. The noise he made only served to make it worse and he couldn’t breath. The cock didn’t care, just tried to fuck through the convulsing tightness until the world went away.
The world came back to a cacophony of voices and many hands on his feverish skin. Sturdy arms held him up and rubbed his back as he wretched and coughed. His stomach ached from the force of it, fat tears staining the blind fold. He could feel cum stuck in his sinuses and he tried to sniff. It only made things worse and he heaved again while sobbing.
“That’s it… let it all out.” The voice was gruff in his ears but he did as told, heaving and sobbing until he had nothing left. His jaw ached so he just let his mouth hang open, felt drool and bile drop from his lips though didn’t hear it spat into the bowl or on the floor. “You did such a good job. You hung in there really well.”
“How’s he doin?” More hands touch him and he flinches hard “shhh… it’s ok. Just checking you over ok Hanzo? Just wanna be sure you didn’t breath in anything you weren’t supposed to.” The touch is gentle, hands smooth and small as they inspect his neck and press something cold to his aching chest. “Can we get those clamps off him?”
“Gunna hurt here Champ.” The first voice says as the clamps are removed and Hanzo sobs in pain and pleasure when the pressure is released. He shudders hard as the pain sets in from being clamped for so long. “That’s a good boy. You are doing great. I know it hurts but it’ll go away soon. Such a brave boy.”
“I think he’s gotten everything out of his system. You told him to eat something before we started right? I don’t think he’s had anything but cum on his stomach all day.” The gentle hands come back and sooth the aches away. Something cooling is spread along chafed and aching skin. “Hanzo I’m going to take the blindfold off now. Keep your eyes closed for a few minutes.”
The Shimada heir hates himself for the whine he lets out as the blind fold is removed, revealing red rimmed eyes and tear stains. His face feels flushed and he sniffs again, more tears falling. He can see himself in a mirror, lips bruised, face pale but dotted with little red spots. He must have thrown up hard enough to break the vessels in his face. His hair is a mess, cum stains his beard and there is a pool under his hips that is slowly growing. Hanzo closed his eyes against the shameful sight of himself. Any moment now he was sure they’d leave him.
“Too much huh Champ?” 76 cooed to him, stroking his cheek. It’s his arms he’s held in as Lucio worked the cock ring off of him and rubbed salve into redden skin. “I’m sorry I should have done better to tell you how this worked. You did such a good job though. You put up with it all so well.” The praise almost hurts as much as the ache in his chest and throat. “It’s ok to cry you probably feel too much all over.” The soldier added and was rewarded with a tiny whimper. “Poor sweet boy. Let’s get you cleaned up huh?”
As 76 stood Hanzo began to shake again. “Hush it’s all right. I got you. I’m not going to let you fall.” Hanzo whined as he was carried to one of the baths. 76 got in with the archer in his arms, lowering them both slowly into the warm water. “Going to let you soak a bit. I won’t leave you though. We’ll get you cleaned up and maybe a little something on your belly and you can go have a nice long nap.”
That sounded nice. The water felt good though stung his ass and insides a bit. The water held his weight and didn’t brush or tug or vibrate anything too weary for any such stimulation. The water sloshed a bit as another body got in with them and a gentle cloth ran over his skin. He could faintly hear music.
“Just going to clean you up ok Hanzo?” He blinked Lucio into focus past the tears. The musician smiled sweetly at him, gently wiping the tracks of tears off his face. “There’s those pretty eyes. You did a great job. You took care of us let us take care of you.”
“did…what…deserved.” His voice sounds horrid even to his own ears, broken hours ago and made worse from the choking incident.
“You deserve to feel good.” Lucio corrected. “To be taken care of for all the nice things you did. We pushed it too far. We see that now. Have you done anything like this before? Just nod or shake your head ok? Gotta rest your voice.”
Hanzo shook his head before resting it against the Soldier’s shoulder, too heavy to keep up.
“Have you been with anyone before? Like in the last few years?” Lucio asked getting another shake of the head. A few questions later his yes and no answers have Lucio leaning in to kiss his temple. “So besides in your teenage years you haven’t done anything at all… oh Honey you shoulda said something.”
“had…to do duty.” To do the task assigned him. To please his fellow team mates. To be useful. He felt his chest go tight again. “was I wrong? Did I fail?”
“No you didn’t do anything wrong.” 76 soothed, rubbing his stomach rather than his sensitive chest. “We didn’t ask you enough questions before we brought you in on this. You weathered it well though. Just rest ok we’ll take care of you.”
Things got fuzzy then as Hanzo felt lips press to his temple and gentle hands rub away aches and pains. Tears still fell unwanted and unabated. He did good even though he failed. He hadn’t made it the full time but he’d pleased everyone. He must have dozed or something for a few moments. When he came back to himself he was dry, wrapped up in a soft blanket, head pillowed on a strong shoulder. He made the barest sound of distress at having to suffer his own weight and arms tightened around him.
“Easy…just taking you back to your room.” 76 whispered to him. “Lucio went to get you something to eat. I’ll stay with you even after you go to sleep. You were such a good boy. So sweet for not complaining. You did a good job.” His praise made Hanzo’s face feel hot and chest get tight, for once not from panic. “Such a pretty thing you are. Don’t you worry we’ll take good care of you ok? Get a few days of rest. You did such a good job Champ.”
Hanzo nodded and closed his eyes, leaning into strong arms that shored him up. “Thank you for trusting us. Thank you for making us all feel good today. I’m proud of you, Champ. Just rest. Daddy’s got you.” He felt embarrassed at how those last words made him feel. Safe and cared for and warm. He let out a shaky breath and let the last of his barriers down. Tears fell but he didn’t care. He’d be taken care of. He was safe.
“That’s my good boy.” 76 praised before kissing the top of his head. “Daddy’s proud of you.”