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Papa Emeritus II sat in his office. Done with this work for the day, he attempted to stave off his boredom by reading a book his older brother had recommended to him, but instead it just seemed to put him to sleep.
Secondo Emeritus was not like his brother Primo. He wasn’t in the mood for a slow slog of a boring book. He’d been tempted to call for a Sister for the better half of the night, but couldn’t make up his mind on who he wanted.
The knock at his door almost came as a relief. Perhaps one had already made her way to his suite on her own volition. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all. Standing up from his chair, he made his way to the entrance and tried not to hold out hope that she had a friend who’d be willing to come over as well.
When Secondo opened the door his face almost fell.
It was one of the bishops, he was sure of that. A name beginning with a hard C, if he remembered correctly. Conatus, Caligula, Cantica? It just wasn’t coming to Secondo’s head. The two of them had never really talked outside of church matters, even less so one on one, and never in the intimacy of the Papa’s private chambers.
“Apologies for coming by so late, Your Excellency. May I come in?”
Secondo nodded and let the Bishop in. He gestured to the office and sat back down on his chair, preparing to be bored to tears again by whatever this man wanted.
“There are a lot of requests for the Lunar Healing Ritual next month, I was asked to bring you them to sign off on as you please. There are also a few I’d like to go over with you, if that’s all right?”
“Yes, sit down.”
It didn’t take long for Secondo to drown out the Bishop’s unending talk in his mind. He nodded at the man every once in a while to make it seem like he was listening and the Bishop didn’t seem to notice that he wasn’t.
“-and I would also consider Sister Rosa- the younger one, she’s expecting soon. I may have also insinuated to Brother Erik that he’d be approved. He’s the one who was in that accident last month. And I know ghouls heal quickly but one of the fire ghouls asked me to put in a word for him, you see-”
Secondo looked him over. He was cute enough, he supposed. Clearly a bit shy and meek, but that was how Secondo typically preferred them. Yes, this could work for him. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to call for a sister after all.
“Hmmm… you’ll do,” he muttered, mostly to himself.
“...I beg your pardon?”
“Remind me, just so I am sure. Your name is…?”
“Oh! How forgetful of me! I am Father Copia, Your Eminence.”
“Copia, yes, I was sure of that part,” Papa lied. “Forgive me, I thought you were a Bishop, not just a mere priest?”
“I am, Papa. A Bishop. I- I mean, we tend to keep our old titles, though.”
“Do you? Or do all Bishops get called by their lower former titles?”
“Some of us. Or, uh, maybe just a few of us. It’s easier not to fight it and to just accept it.”
“You should not accept that. You have earned your rank, don’t let anyone disrespect you by calling you by a lower title.”
Copia swallowed. “All right, Papa, I won’t.”
“Good. So, Bishop Copia… do you have any other duties tonight?”
“No, this was my last stop before bed tonight. It was unexpected, but when duty calls, one must answer, right?”
“A hard worker, I see. I have always believed that hard workers deserve to be rewarded.”
“Well, thank you Papa. The only reward I really see giving myself right now is a bit of down time to read, though.” Copia awkwardly chuckled. Secondo found it almost endearing.
“Oh, so you do not have anybody waiting for you tonight?”
“I, uh, you mean-” Copia was clearly caught off guard by this line of questioning. He cleared his throat and continued. “No, Papa.”
“I see. In that case, would you like to keep me company for a bit?”
“W-what do you mean by that?”
“I mean that before you arrived I was considering calling for a sister. Instead I’m asking you.”
“P-Papa, uh, I…”
“It’s just an idea I had, it’s up to you.”
Copia cleared his throat. “I would, uh, be willing to keep you c-company. Papa. Whatever you require, I l-live to serve.”
“This is not part of your job, Copia. If you don’t want to do this, you are free to leave without consequence.”
Copia seemed a bit dumbfounded at Papa’s words. As much as it pained him, Secondo decided to let the little one go for now.
“I take silence as a no. Very well, Bishop, as you were.”
“Wait!”
Or not.
“Yes?”
“I’d…still. Like to. Uh,” Copia gestured between the two of them and immediately grimaced at his own action. “Yeah.”
Copia’s eyes apprehensively darted around, purposefully avoiding Secondo’s eyes. Now trembling a bit, he didn’t make any effort to get up. Secondo smirked and motioned for him to come forward. Nervously, Copia stood up and made his way around to his Papa’s side of the desk.
“Remove that, will you?” Secondo commanded, not asked. While Copia fumbled to unbutton his vestments, Secondo lit a cigar. Copia glanced over incredulously at his laid back nature, but ultimately removed his robe and folded it over his arm awkwardly, unsure if he was grateful or not for having worn one of his tight fitting suits under his vestments that day.
“Better. Keep going,” Secondo said as he took another drag of his cigar.
The Bishop placed his cassock on the chair and moved back to his Papa’s side. With his back to Secondo, Copia stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his suit jacket. His undershirt was gone next.
“You can just drop those on the ground. Now turn around for me.”
Copia turned to face Secondo, clad only in an incredibly tight pair of pants.
“Those pants look ridiculous,” commented Secondo. Copia winced. “Come on, take them off.” Hesitantly, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing he was wearing nothing underneath. Secondo raised his brow but made a small noise in approval. After Copia stepped out of his pants, Secondo put out his cigar and fished out a bottle of lube from his desk.
“Good, good. I’m going to fuck you. Do you want me to prep you for it, or will you do it yourself?”
“You have to prep me. I can’t…”
“Very well. Lean on the desk for me.”
“Wait, before you do anything…”
“Yes?”
“You should know I’ve never done this before.”
Secondo took a second to ponder what Copia said. Now this was an interesting development.
“So, what you are telling me is that no one before me has had the pleasure of filling up that gorgeous ass of yours? My my, it’s my lucky night.”
“It’s, uh, not just that, Papa.”
“Oh, never been with a man, then? Huh, I didn’t take you for someone interested in women.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“That’s not an insult.”
“Well, I like women just fine! But I’ve never been with one, either! That’s what I’m trying to say!”
In an impressive feat, Copia had managed to disarm Secondo without really trying. He was no stranger to taking the virginity of others by any means, but those were mostly young new converts. The man in front of Secondo had achieved an advanced rank. Moreover, he couldn’t have been more than a decade younger, at the absolute most, than Papa.
“Lucifer’s blood , a unicorn has walked into my chambers. A virgin bishop in Satan’s own church. Pray tell, why didn’t you approach me about this sooner?”
“I wasn’t aware that was an option, Papa.”
“Tell me you’ve kissed someone at least.”
“There was a girl back in university, but, uh…”
“But?”
“Well I thought she wanted me to, so I did, and well… then she drew her drink in my face.”
Secondo laughed. A full, genuine, hardy laugh, and a rare thing to witness from the Second.
“Oh, Bishop Copia. You are just adorable. Now lean against the desk for me, will you?”
“You aren’t upset?”
“What would I possibly be upset about, my dear?”
“So, you don’t mind that I’ve never…?”
“That will change very shortly. Desk, now.”
Copia leaned against the desk as requested, already almost fully aroused. He looked back at his Papa, who was smiling devilishly. Secondo pulled off his leather gloves and was about to apply lubricant to his hand when Copia interrupted him.
“Wait, could you keep the gloves on? Just for this part?”
“You want me to ruin a perfectly good pair of gloves just for your sake?”
Copia cringed at his own request. “You’re right, I’m sorry, Papa.”
“Actually, I like the idea,” said Secondo. He put the gloves back on and applied a generous amount of lubricant to his right hand.
With the fingers of his gloved right hand coated in lube, Secondo prodded his index finger to Copia’s hole.
“Just one to start with, all right? Ready?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Three, two, one…” Secondo pushed his finger inside at the end of the countdown. The slick, supple slide of leather inside of him made Copia’s rapidly hardening cock leak a bead of pre cum. Papa’s finger rocked back and forth inside of the Bishop, but any real attempt at stretching him for the task at hand required at least one other finger.
“Second one. Ready?”
“Yes, please do it, Papa-”
Secondo’s middle finger joined his index inside of Copia. He quickly spread his two fingers apart in a scissor motion in an effort to stretch his partner’s hole out.
“Open your mouth.” Copia followed the order and Secondo inserted his left index and middle fingers.
“Suck.”
Copia obeyed, licking and sucking at his Papa’s leather-covered fingers as his other hand stretched him out.
“You’re trembling, Copia. Are you afraid?”
Copia pulled away from the fingers in his mouth. “Yes, I suppose I am.”
“There’s no need to be afraid, little one. I won’t hurt you. Yet. ”
Copia’s cock twitched at those words. “Do you really want to hurt me, Papa?”
“I said not yet. But I am going to add a third finger inside of you. Would you be a good boy and go back to what you were just doing?”
Wordlessly, Copia descended back on the digits that were just in his mouth. Secondo prodded a third finger to Copia’s hole and inserted it without warning. Copia bucked back onto the fingers in his ass, clearly growing impatient for what was to come.
After a few more minutes of preparing his partner, Secondo pulled his fingers out of Copia’s ass and mouth and caressed his hips.
“You have such nice thighs. Strong and shapely. I want you to use them to ride me. Do you think you can do that for me, Copia?”
“Y-yes. Tell me how, Papa.”
“Turn around again, just for a bit so you can see me.”
Secondo sat back down in his chair, unzipped his pants, and finally took out his cock. Pouring the last of the lube bottle’s contents over his hand, he stroked himself to full arousal. Copia physically blanched at the size and seemed to lose his nerve.
“P-Papa, there’s no way that can fit inside me.”
“Nonsense.”
“You’ll rip me in half, I can’t.”
“That’s not how it works. You’re fully prepared already, I promise.”
“You just said you were going to hurt me.”
“Not like-” Secondo sighed and took a second to compose himself. Impatience would not serve him well in this situation. “Relax, okay? The ‘act of it’ will not hurt you, I promise.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve fucked my share of men who were in the exact same position as you. You’re ready for me.”
“It’s not that I don’t want this, I just don't know…”
“Do you trust me?”
Copia opened his mouth to respond but no words came out. Secondo threw his head back and laughed.
“Ha! Fair enough, I suppose. Tell me, are you attracted to me?”
“I am, Papa. Very much so.”
“Let that feeling outweigh your fear. Can you do that for your Papa?”
Copia swallowed. “I suppose I can.”
“Very good. Now turn around and back up onto me.”
Secondo was right about his partner’s thighs being strong. Copia managed to hold himself over his Papa without sitting directly on his lap.
“Yes, climb onto my lap like so, good boy.” Secondo maneuvered his cock to Copia’s waiting entrance. The man above him trembled as the tip of his Papa’s girth breached his ass.
“Papa…”
“Relax. Sink down onto me.”
“I told you, you’re too big, I don’t think I can take it,” Copia nervously panted.
“That’s just your nerves speaking. You can and you will. Let go.”
Secondo spread his partner’s ass cheeks further apart as Copia let himself drop down all the way onto the other man’s cock until it was buried inside him to the hilt.
“FUCK!” Copia cried out. His tone held notes of surprise and arousal, but not pain.
“I told you you were ready.”
Secondo unceremoniously dropped his gloves and fondled Copia’s waist as he got his bearings.
“How are you doing?”
“You feel so big inside of me… I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Are you ready to start moving?”
Copia began by rocking back and forth on the large cock penetrating him, looking for a good spot inside to aim for.
“Let me show you what to do.” Secondo gripped Copia’s ass and lifted him up and down his cock. The pliant Bishop let Secondo manhandle him for a bit before picking up on his Papa’s instructions.
“Roll your hips- just like that. There you go, such a good boy. Such a quick learner.”
Secondo gripped the other man’s hard, leaking cock and jacked him off in time with his returning thrusts. All Copia’s earlier apprehension was gone as Secondo hit the right spot inside of him.
“Right there, right there, Papa, oh…”
“You’re a natural at this, you know that?”
“Fuck, Papa, wait, I’m getting close-”
“Already?”
As if on command, the Bishop shuddered and came, coming all over his stomach and Secondo’s hand. Copia whined and panted, but didn’t fully realize what had happened until after it was done and his cheeks burned red in embarrassment.
“Fuck, Papa I’m so, so sorry-” Copia’s pleas were cut short when Secondo put his hands on his waist, lifting him up as the cum he got on his Papa’s hand smeared on his fleshy side. Lifting the Bishop off his still hard cock, he shoved the other man forward so he was leaning against the desk again. Secondo kicked his chair back in the process of standing up and gripped Copia’s hips, reentering him. Copia yelped at the force of it, and resigned himself to long moans as his Papa bent him and fucked him mercilessly. Gripping the desk, Copia shut his eyes and tried not to focus on how overstimulated his body felt, or how his cock was somehow already starting to get hard again. Weakly, he began to meet Secondo’s thrusts, breathing hard.
“Papa, fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.”
Secondo pulled out and flipped Copia over, revealing he was already hard again.
Now this was yet another interesting development.
“What the hell,” Secondo stated more than questioned. “Is this normal for you?”
“N-no, I don’t know, I never-”
“Shhh. I have an idea. Follow me.”
“Papa?”
“Take my hand.”
Secondo led a stumbling Copia over to his bed. Somehow, this impromptu sexual encounter had become one of the most interesting of Secondo’s life so far, and he had a few ideas.
“Lie down on your back. I’ll be back shortly.”
Copia did what he was told. Secondo quickly returned with a small box and set it down at the foot of the bed.
“I’m curious, how many times do you think I can make you come tonight?” Copia practically sobbed at the question. “Just this twice? Three, four, five, perhaps?”
“ Oh my god. ”
“Don’t say that.”
“I-I can’t-” Copia sputtered, worked up but incredibly nervous.
“I think you can.”
“Please…Papa…”
“To think that when I asked you for company tonight I thought I was going to give you a quick fuck. This is much better.”
Secondo opened the box and revealed its contents to be an oddly shaped vibrator and a small remote control for it. He laid himself on his side on the bed next to Copia and held the toy to his partner’s mouth.
“Let’s try this, shall we? Open your mouth.”
“My mouth?”
“ Yes, your mouth, just like before. Just to lube it up a little. And don’t touch yourself.”
Copia did as he was told, just barely managing to fit the sheer girth of the toy past his lips. Secondo bobbed the toy in and out of Copia’s receptive mouth the same way he had done with his own fingers earlier.
“Ah yes, there we go… good boy, you like that, don’t you?”
Copia nodded. Tears were starting to form at the corners of his eyes.
“Soon, not tonight, but soon, I’m going to have you on your knees before me. Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you then?”
Copia eagerly nodded, tears lightly streaming down his cheeks.
“I’m going to show you precisely how I like it so you’ll always know exactly how to please me. So when I call you into my office in the middle of the day you’ll know what’s expected of you.”
Copia sucked harder on the toy and squirmed.
“You’re going to swallow me down your throat and drool while I fuck your mouth. You’ll swallow every drop of my seed and thank me for it. By the time I’m through with you, you won’t have a gag reflex anymore.”
Copia’s hand darted down to his neglected cock but was promptly slapped away by Secondo.
“I told you not to touch yourself,” Secondo reminded his partner sternly. Copia moaned through his full mouth and a new well of tears made their way out of his eyes as the Bishop looked at him pleading. Secondo sighed and decided to take pity on the desperate creature by his side.
“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead.”
Copia took hold of his own erection and frantically stroked himself.
“There you go, keep going, my little one. Don’t hold back.”
Copia quickly met his release as his Papa kept whispering reassurances in his year. Secondo was tempted to swipe some of the cum that coated his partner’s belly and chest onto his fingers and have the Bishop suck them dry, but he knew that was something that would have to be worked up to another time.
There were so many things Secondo wanted to do to this man that would take working up to. He couldn’t wait.
As Copia came down from the high of his second orgasm, Secondo removed the vibrator from his mouth and inserted it inside of Copia, who yelped in surprise.
“Now let’s see what these settings are. Hmm, I’ll start at two. That’s a good number, don’t you think?”
The vibrator was shaped so it rested right against Copia’s most sensitive spot. He whined as the toy buzzed to life.
“Prostate massager. I never got around to using it on anyone until now.” Secondo held the vibrator in place inside of Copia as he began to buck into it.
“D-do you, fuck, do you use it, P-Papa?”
“No. This is just for you, my dear.”
“It feels s-so good.”
“I’m sure it does, sweetness. I can tell how much you love it. You’re going to get hard again in no time, aren’t you?” Secondo smirked at Copia’s response to the stimulation, particularly the fluttering eyelids and his teeth sinking down into his lower lip.
“Are you trying to silence yourself, Copia?”
“No! I mean, it’s a natural reaction, I-”
“Make noise.” commanded Secondo, bumping up the settings on the vibrator.
The mewl that Copia let out made Secondo’s cock twitch, bringing him back to the reality that he was still rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to touch himself and come all over the pretty Bishop’s face, but he had a better end goal in mind. After all, he didn’t precisely have the same powers of recovery as his partner.
And sure enough, there it was.
Secondo bumped the settings up to the strongest possible and began to lazily stroke his partner. He pondered what the explanation behind Copia’s unusual nature was while said man wailed at the stronger sensation. Could it be a side effect of his long time sexual repression? Genetic mutation? Perhaps a gift directly from Satan himself? If the latter, was it a gift to Copia or Secondo?
“Papa, I’m close,” Copia cried out, his voice starting to get hoarse from all the noise he was making.
“Then come. Come for your Papa.”
This time Copia’s release seemed fully on Secondo’s verbal command, something he was definitely going to enjoy exploiting in the future.
Satanas, but he was a sight to behold.
Secondo removed the vibrator from Copia’s hole with an obscene wet pop.
“Look at you, laid down on your superior’s bed and covered in your own cum. You love this. You can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?”
Copia was still panting.
“I asked you a question.”
“Sorry, I thought- no, I can’t get enough of you, Papa.”
“Good boy. I’ll be back in just a second.”
Secondo retreated to his ensuite bathroom to clean up the toy and grab supplies. He returned with a damp washcloth, a tall glass of water, and all of his clothing gone. Copia downed the water as Papa cleaned him up.
“Tell me, did you ever imagine you’d be here like this, my pet?”
“No, Papa, I didn’t.”
“Really? You never even entertained the idea? Hmm.”
“That’s not what I meant, I mean- nevermind.”
“I will not ‘nevermind’, you should know that.”
“I’m just saying I never thought it would actually happen, and I didn’t even know you liked men until tonight. I did think about you sometimes, a-and wonder what it would be like…”
“Roll over onto your stomach for me.”
Copia followed the order. He spread his legs apart unconsciously.
“When you ‘wondered what it would be like’, is this something you ‘wondered’ about?”
Secondo reentered Copia in one fell swoop, making the younger man yelp in surprise.
“Yes, Papa, fuck, fuck me, please…”
“Did you think about how you’d beg for me to fuck you into my mattress?”
“Yes!”
“Did you think about me doing this ?” Secondo reached around to grab Copia’s cock and growled when he felt that Copia was already getting hard again.
“ Belial, how do you keep doing that? ”
“I don’t know!”
“You must have been sent straight from Hell, by Satan himself, just for me to fuck. Some kind of reward for my service to Him. So beautiful and willing. So eager to please and tight around my cock.”
Copia moaned and bucked into Secondo’s hand.
“Do you like being fucked by your Papa, Copia?”
“Yes, I do, Papa!”
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it! I love being fucked by my Papa!”
“What do you like about it, my dear?”
“You’re so big, and you just d-don’t stop, and, and I just need it, I need you, Papa!”
“I’m right here, my darling. What do you need me to do?”
“I want- fuck! Harder! I want you to fuck me harder! Please, Papa, I’m yours!”
Papa Emeritus II was a man famous for keeping his composure. However, he had limits.
Not unlike the clergy ghouls, those of the Emeritus bloodline possessed bestial traits that largely remained dormant but were manifested, mostly involuntarily, during moments of extreme emotion, typically anger or arousal. So when he yanked Copia’s head back by his hair and sunk his fangs into the Bishop’s neck, it was like most of the world didn’t exist outside of the taste of blood in his mouth and the feeling of tight, wet heat around his cock. He lapped and sucked at the coppery tasting liquid oozing from his prey’s neck. Somewhere beyond the own little world he was in he could hear shouting and feel his partner’s release coating his hand.
Secondo released his grip from Copia’s dick and pulled his mouth from the wound he had inflicted. He harshly smacked one of the man’s ass cheeks leaving a red, sticky handprint. He repeated the action a few times then pulled out from his debauched partner just long enough to flip him over onto his back. Snarling, he roughly reentered Copia and bore down on him, carnal lusting animalistic eyes meeting the meek, scared yet still aroused eyes of the one below him.
“P-papa! Huh, w-what are you…? ”
Secondo, still in his own reality, simply smiled back down at his partner. Blood coated the corners of his mouth and his fangs were still visible.
“I’m going to come inside of you, darling. Are you ready for me?”
“Fuck, are y- PAPA!”
Secondo buried himself as deep inside of his Copia as he could and came hard.
“That’s right, take it, take it, my Copia, you’re all mine.”
The primal fog that overtook Secondo’s mind faded away as he pulled out. Coming down from the high, he saw his partner in a normal light once again. Bleeding but blissful, overwhelmed yet somehow hard again and desperate to come one more time. Cum dripped out of his open hole and Secondo was torn between being simply aroused again by the sight and wanting to shove it all back inside of him. His dilemma was immediately forgotten about, however, when Copia whimpered and took hold of his own cock.
Secondo took hold of the outside of Copia’s hand. The Bishop tried to pull away but his Papa had it in a vice grip.
“No, you can keep your hand there. Just… there we go.”
Secondo had his hand gripped over Copia’s and used it to stroke him.
“I know you have one more in you. You’re so close already. Come again for your Papa, my pet, one last time tonight.”
Once again, as if on command, Copia came. He’d been oversensitive since his first orgasm of the night, and his fifth now had him fully out of commission. He collapsed, feeling absolutely drained of any and all energy. His muscles ached, and there’s no way he’d be able to walk straight tomorrow.
Secondo looked down at the destroyed creature below him and smiled tenderly.
“I knew you could make it to five. Well done.”
Copia met his Papa’s eyes. Secondo could tell he wasn’t going to stave off his exhaustion for long.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere… well, not that you’d be able to.”
Secondo returned with another glass of water, antiseptic, bandages, and another damp towel. Copia gently sipped at the water while Secondo gingerly cleaned his torso and the nasty neck wound that he’d inflicted on him. The disinfectant stung Copia a bit as expected, but Secondo quickly and expertly bandaged the wound.
“Come back to me if you have any lingering problems with your wound here. It should heal normally but I have stronger remedies if needed.”
“Thank you, Papa.”
Secondo laughed. “I can’t have you bleeding all over my sheets, now can I? Bad enough you came all over them.”
Copia almost looked angry.
“You’re the one-”
“I’m just kidding. I should have put a towel down first, though. A problem for tomorrow.”
Secondo plopped down on the bed next to the Bishop. The younger man leaned in and rested his head on his Papa’s chest. Secondo wasn’t usually much for cuddling but he allowed it, snaking an arm around Copia to pull him in closer. The younger man yawned and spoke back up.
“Papa, I’m so fucking tired. I’m gonna pass out.”
“I know you are. You did so well tonight. Sweet dreams, lovely one.”
Secondo leaned down to plant a kiss at the top of Copia’s head as he drifted off into his well-deserved rest.