Kinktober: October 5th - Objectification (Papa Emeritus I x Gender - Neutral!Reader)
Tags: Dom!Primo, Ghoul!Reader, Abuse Of Power, Dub-Con, Objectification, Degradation, Pet-Play, Humiliation, Evil Primo, References To Piss Kink, Age-Gap, Deepthroating, Quickie, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Spit, Facial, No Aftercare, First Person POV
It's not easy being the least favorite Ghoul of Papa Emeritus the First. Hell, it's not like he respects you if you're his favorite Ghoul, either. And yet, I still try so hard to please him, to no avail. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get anything right. Everything I do only ends up bringing more contempt and anger towards me.
And today has been the worst day. I say that every day I have to work with Primo, but today I mean it. One thing after another seemed to keep going wrong, and of course, I was the one that took the blame. It seemed like I couldn't go five minutes without being screamed at and degraded by that old sack of shit.
"Stupid Ghoul! Can't you do anything right?!" He would bark in my direction so often, I was so close to snapping. I wanted to yell back, tell him if he wants things done his way, he should shut up and do it himself. But no, all day I managed to hold my tongue. Until I couldn't.
It was so small. It was so stupid. I was asked (or rather, demanded) to grab him coffee before the show, and I screwed up his order. An honest mistake, but one that he would not let go unpunished. He took one sip, made a sour face, and spat it out dramatically at my feet. My face went red in embarrassment as the other Ghouls turned their heads towards the scene. Primo always seemed to have a thing for public humiliation.
"You fool, how did you manage to fuck this up?!" He scolds. I hear a few Ghouls snickering, and the combination of being laughed at by my peers, and the feel of Primos hot breath hitting my face as he screams directly in my ear, only makes me grind my teeth in anger. "This is scalding! Are you trying to kill me?!"
"That wasn't my intention, but maybe I should." The words come out of my mouth so quickly, I barely realize I said it. Once I realized I said that out loud, I slapped my hand over my mouth, seeing my life flash before my eyes. Primo goes silent for a moment, and his eyes glaze over with a white-hot rage I've never seen before. I'm so dead.
"...Mi scusi?" Primo mutters lowly, his voice laced with barely concealed venom. The room is so quiet, all I can hear is my heart beating rapidly, pounding in my ears. "N-nothing, Papa." My voice quivers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, cautiously watching his every move.
Unexpectedly... He smiles. A cruel, crooked smile that only further terrified me. He turns to the other Ghouls in the room. "Out." Is all he says. They all scramble out without question, a few of them exchanging sympathetic glances with me, silently wishing me luck. I gulp, now completely alone with him, for him to punish me however he wishes. Oh Satanas, I hope he doesn't fucking piss on me. Again.
He approaches me, painfully slow. All I can do is stand there, frozen in fear. Running at this point would just make my punishment worse. He clears his throat. "Do you think that is any way to speak to your Papa, stupido cucciolo? Do you think it's acceptable, sassing me like that?" He scowls, talking down to me in an unsettlingly soft voice, similar to how someone would speak while scolding an animal.
"I- I'm so sorry, Papa. I don't know what came over me. I- I didn't mean it-" I stutter nervously, my hands already clammy and trembling. He cuts me off with a finger over my lips. I knew for my own safety, I should probably shut my mouth.
"Ahhh, of course! It's an accident, you didn't mean it. You always find some sort of excuse for your misbehavior. It's never your fault, is it?" He chides sarcastically. "That little mouth of yours loves to get you in trouble. Maybe it's time it gets put to good use..."
Before I can question what he means, he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down on my knees, needing little to no effort to do so since my legs were already weak and wobbly. He moves his robes to the side, not wearing anything underneath and exposing himself. I gasp, quickly backing up at the sight. His length was impressive, even for being flaccid, and thick enough to just barely fit in my mouth. I wonder how it would feel in...
"P-Papa, I don't think I should... I- I shouldn't..." I sputter worriedly, all of a sudden deciding professionalism is one of my virtues. Maybe sucking off my shitty boss whose more than twice my age isn't the best move. He scoffs.
"Disobeying my orders once again, are we?" He tsks. "The amount of times you messed up today... I ought to fire you right now. Hell, I should send you back to The Pit myself. But here I am, generously offering you a way to earn your forgiveness. Take it, pet." He growls. I swallow the huge lump in my throat, looking up at him hesitantly. His gaze is cold and unforgiving, completely devoid of compassion. He really means it, doesn't he? Well... If this is the only way to keep my job...
I slowly open my mouth, jaw quivering. I shut my eyes tight. Here goes nothing. He at least had the decency to guide his cock into my mouth for me, but unfortunately, he didn't have the patience to let me take my time with it. He thrusts harshly into my mouth, his soft cock hitting the back of my throat and his pubic hair tickling my nose once I reach the base. I gag, my throat instinctively trying to force him out, but he holds my head in place, not letting me move an inch from my spot.
He lets out a groan of relief. I feel his dick twitch in my throat, already starting to grow and harden. At least one of us is enjoying this. He grips my hair excruciatingly tight with his slender fingers, moving my head up and down on his cock. I already feel the tears sliding down my cheeks as he forces me to choke against him helplessly.
"Finalmente, something you're good at." He grunts, growing to full hardness. "Maybe this should be your new job, hm? Since you're useless at everything else. You want to be your Papas little pet? Satanas, t-that's a good pup..." Fuck, his words are disgusting, degrading, vile. I shouldn't like this. This shouldn't be making my body react this way. This is humiliating, and yet, the hottest thing I've ever experienced at the same time.
I moan around his cock, unable to stop myself. Primo chuckles wickedly, looking down at my red, tear-stained face. "Do you like this, pet?" He smirks down at me, looking absolutely sinister, which only arouses me further. Damn, I got issues. "Maybe if you please me thoroughly, I'll let you have a little bit of pleasure. Would you like that, cucciolo?"
"Mhmph-!" I hum around his length excitedly at the thought of receiving any sort of stimulation. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes fluttering shut. He looks oddly beautiful while he's completely blissed out like this, that for a brief moment, I almost forget how cruel he is. His cock kicks, and he pulls himself out of my mouth, releasing his hot seed all over my face.
I go to wipe the cum off my face, but he quickly snatches my wrist, tutting in warning. "Did I give you permission to clean yourself, pet?" He hisses. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, and shake my head. "Now ask nicely, cucciolo..."
"M-may I please clean my face, Papa...?" I whimper softly, giving him my best pleading eyes in hopes he will respect my request. He smirks, his eyes twinkling evily as he leans over me. He spat, his spit and cum now mixing together and running down my face. "No, you may not." He answers.
He fixes his robes and begins to walk away, leaving me on the ground, covered in his filth. "W-wait!" I exclaim, flustered and sexually frustrated. "You said you would d-do something for me, too!" He laughs.
"I said I might, silly Ghoul." He snickers. Oh, this motherfucker. I whine desperately, nearly in tears once again. "P-please!" I plead, all of my self-respect gone in a moment of desperation. "Please, Papa... I- I'll do anything." He clicks his tongue, thinking for a moment. My heart drops when I hear a knock on the door.
"Papa!" I hear another Ghoul call from the other side of the door. "We're on stage in five!" I gulp. Primo rolls his eyes and shoos the Ghoul away, turning back to me with a mischievous glint in his gaze.
"I will please you, little pet; on one condition." He states. My ears perk up, nodding readily. "From now on, you will obey my orders. No more talking back, no more fuck ups. I don't want to see any more disobedience from you. If you cannot cum in five minutes, you will not cum at all, and you will not complain. Understood?" I nod obediently, too horny to care about the rules he listed that I will 100% break within a week.
"Bravo cucciolo. Now come over here." I go to stand up, but he snaps at me in disapproval. "Ah, ah... crawl." He rumbles. I felt a pit in my stomach as I get on my hands and knees, half- wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. I crawl towards him like a dog, the floor beneath me cold and uncomfortable, only furthering my degradation. He nods in sadistic satisfaction.
He commands me to rise and bend over the table beside him. I obey, and with ruthless dedication, he yanks off my trousers, letting them hang around my ankles. I hear him shuffle behind me, spitting on his hand and running his cold, slick fingers over my entrance. He slides them inside with ease, making me let out a choked moan.
"Quiet." He orders angrily. I bite my lip to silence myself as he continues his assault with his fingers, but he moves them with such skill that it makes it nearly impossible to remain quiet. The tips of his fingers hit the spot repeatedly with ease, his other hand wrapping around my mouth to ensure as little noise as possible to escape my lips.
I got so close, so close I could almost taste the ecstasy on the tip of my tongue. But my worst nightmare came true when I heard yet another knock on the door. "Papa! It's time, we gotta go!" A Ghoul calls out. Primo sighs, seeming almost as disappointed as me, and pulls out his fingers, obscenely licking them clean.
"Fix yourself and join us on stage, Ghoul." He says coldly, putting on his mitre and heading towards the door. "Papa..." I whine, earning me a light slap. "What did I say, stupido cucciolo? No complaints..." He grufs, annoyed. I frown frustratedly and nod, pulling up my pants and grabbing my mask in shame.
While we move to the stage, none of the audience or my fellow Ghouls are aware of the dried cum covering my face underneath the mask. But as Primo shoots me a wink before he starts to sing, and the other Ghouls exchange confused glances, my throat runs dry in worry that maybe they all suspect what just occurred. And honestly? That just makes me hornier.
