Pope who watches you from afar for such a long time
Pope who sees everything you do and is madly in love with you
Pope who starts sneaking testosterone into your system because he knows there's a boy in there
Pope who routinely gets you drunk or high to do your shots
He holds the glass to your lips and tilts your head back, saying you're a good boy when you drink. He rubs your arms and gets you all happy and smiley as he guides you to the bathroom. He sets you on the toilet like a doll and pulls off your shorts. He prepares the area where he's going to inject and kisses you multiple times to distract you from the sensation. He can't help but lick into your warm, pliant, mouth. You're just so soft like this.
He doesn't pull your shorts back on when he's done. He likes seeing you in those black panties- he can just mentally replace them with boxers. His boy will be wearing boxers soon anyway, so.
Pope who carries you to his bed and lays you down. You're just a sleepy little puppy in his bed, and you look so soft.
He watches you sleep until he can't take it. Your little noises, the way you shift in your sleep. It all goes straight to his dick.
Pope who carefully rolls you onto your stomach and shimmies your underwear off your legs.
Pope who props your hips up with a pillow and unzips his own pants as quietly as possible.
Pope who tries to only put the tip in, but finds himself bullying the rest of his big cock into your puppyparts. Then he's humping like a dog.
You wake up to the feeling of Pope forcing himself inside you and whimpering into your ear.
"I'm sorry, bubba. I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. I know it hurts bud. A little longer, please. You're so warm." He whimpers in your ear.
When he cums he lays on top of you, hugging you from behind like you might just vanish.
He shakily lifts a hand and jerks off your t-dick because he knows you didn't cum. It overstimulates both of you, and yet he can't stop because he loves the sounds you make.
When he finally pulls out, Pope is genuinely shocked that you're grabbing onto his arm and begging for him to stay. Instead of trying to placate you by saying that he's only going to get cleaning supplies, Pope scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to the bathroom.
Pope who is gentle as he wipes you clean and pets you so sweetly and tells you that you're a good boy.
Pope who breaks and hugs you when you say he's also a good boy.
Pope who carefully puts a pair of his own boxers on you and puts those black panties in the trash.
He carries you back to bed and relents when you beg for him to lay next to you. Unsurprisingly, when you cuddle up around him, Pope cuddles you back. After all, who can love an old dog better than a puppy?
