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As the newest nameless ghoul in the band, you were still getting yourself settled and used to the swing of things. You played the bass, and had been for some time, you were confident in your ability. But regardless, your nerves were high. Today was your first rehearsal with Papa. You had met the man only once prior, at your own summoning ritual. You knew nothing about him past his appearance. He looked tall, old, stern. Above all, he was intimidating. But it was nothing you couldn’t deal with. You were a ghoul! You’ve seen worse than an intimidating human.
Upon entering the rehearsal room you saw several ghouls standing around with their respective instruments. Their heads turn to you, expressions completely unreadable from their masks. A few of the ghouls’ tails twitched in interest upon seeing you.
“Bass?” One asked, one of the guitarists.
You had met a few of these ghouls before as well, during when you were summoned. But, you still hadn’t learned their names. Hell, you didn’t even know what they looked like yet under the masks.
You nodded, confirming that you were the new water ghoul. There was a bass guitar waiting for you, separate from the one the ministry gave you when you joined. It was similar though, if not the same.
Another one of the ghouls spoke up as you picked up your bass. “Try not to mess up too much. I know it’s your first time with us, but Papa isn’t too keen on fuck ups.”
A ghoul made a sound. “Eugh. Yeah.” His tail lashed.
Your anxiety spiked. What would Papa do?? How bad was it?? “What… what happens?” You ask.
The room went completely silent. They looked around at each other, waiting for someone else to tell you. Although, their reluctance to just tell you did confirm that something would happen.
“It’s not bad is it?” You ask. It wasn’t like you were a bad bass player, but the unknown of it all and the behavior of the other ghouls still worried you.
One ghoul finally spoke up. “He likes to urinate on whoever pisses him off enough. Whoever he dislikes.” The other ghouls nodded, supporting the statement as being true.
…Oh? Your tail rose a bit in interest. You felt your face get incredibly hot. Your heart was still pounding hard, but the feeling of anxiety had been replaced with other feelings. You felt grateful for the mask you had to wear, because if it wasn’t for the fabric it would be horrifically obvious how hard you were blushing.
Various ghouls popped in a few statements.
“That’s about it. Beyond some harsh words.”
“Yeah, he’s not that bad.”
“Just a bit of a dick if you mess with the song.”
Before anyone else could add anything, the sound of the door opening cut everyone off. The ghouls all went silent, turning their attention back to their instruments.
He was here.
Papa Emeritus I walked into the room wordlessly. He stood up straight, hands folded behind his back, and had a rather stern look on his skull-painted face. Unlike when you had seen him prior he was not wearing his chasuble nor his mitre. Instead, all he wore was his black alb, the flowery lace trim almost dragging behind him.
As he walked past you, he glanced at you, a quick look up and down. He made it over to the front of the room, standing before you all. Primo picked the microphone off the stand and tapped it. An unpleasant sound came out of the speakers.
Primo cleared his throat and began to speak, not into the microphone but to the ghouls directly. His voice was deep and rough, with a strong Italian accent.
“Our next performances are but a few weeks away.” He looked over to you, his eyes locking on yours. “Ghoul. You better be a quick learner.” He jabbed a finger in your direction.
You could feel your heart pounding. You definitely were, and had been practicing prior to rehearsal. You knew these songs well. Hell, you could play them in reverse if you had to. But, what if you weren’t a quick learner? Something about the punishment Papa Emeritus would give out deeply interested you. With being new, and with touring coming up, you knew that Primo would be more critical of your performance. Would it be… wrong… to get a bit lazy with playing? To purposely play poorly? The idea of the man pissing on you sent shivers throughout your body. Your mind was wandering, thinking about how that scenario would play out.
The sound of the band readying their instruments broke your train of thought. Primo had been talking while you were zoned out imagining the ‘punishment’. What song were we doing? Shit, maybe you wouldn’t need to fake being a poor band member.
You held onto your bass and waited for the music to begin. Hopefully you weren't needed in the introduction.
Primo raised his hand and bobbed it slightly to the beat he wanted us to play, and gave us the count in.
Immediately, you miss the intro. Everyone was staring at you. Even though no one else had even played a note, you knew what song it had to be. Con clavi con dio. You should have known it was going to be that song. It was the first full band song of the album. And there only was one album.
Primo grimaced. “Play.” He said through gritted teeth.
After a deep breath in and out, you were ready. You lightly tap your foot to the tempo that you recalled Papa count in with. Then, you began to play. Despite the shaky start, you found yourself quickly getting into the zone of it all.
The rest of the band kicked in. It sounded good. As you got into the rhythm of it, you felt your mind wander a bit. You knew you should focus on the songs… but…
I wonder if that initial mistake was enough for Papa to be upset with me… probably not…
As the band played, Primo sung into the microphone. He was slightly miming the swinging of a thurible, perhaps out of habit. His voice seemed a bit raspy, as if he hadn’t warmed up his voice yet.
Eventually the song finished.
“Pay attention.” The man said, jabbing a finger in your direction once again. “Do you even know what song we’re playing next?”
“…Ritual?“ You said, rather uncertain. You could only assume that’s what was next. There is only one album, and it would make sense to play it in order.
Primo gave another disappointed look, seemingly upset more at the uncertainty of the response than the response itself.
The next few songs went on well. You had been correct in assuming that you would be playing through the album in order. Primo seemed mildly annoyed with you, but he also seemed to have a resting bitch face, and a naturally very serious voice, so you really couldn’t tell.
But what if he was annoyed. Would he.. do the thing? You found your mind kept circling back to the idea. Would he stop rehearsal and do it? Or was it a post rehearsal thing? Was it even near rehearsal time wise at all? How would he piss on someone? On their face? Their body? Both?
You could barely focus on playing music, your curiosity and arousal was clouding your mind. You had to know, you had to experience it.
Without much thought you plucked the wrong string very hard, going against every instinct you had as a bass player. A loud rattling sound blasted out through the speakers. The note was obviously wrong, so wrong that even an amateur wouldn’t even accidentally do that. Hell, would Primo believe it to be a genuine mess up?
Primo stumbled over his lyrics, immediately getting knocked out of the zone. He looked over at you and furrowed his brow, but didn’t stop the band. He continued, mumbling his words until he found his way back into the rhythm of the song.
Ok… he’s definitely mad at me now. But… mad enough to piss on me? You weren’t sure where the line was or if you had crossed it yet. Sure, he seemed pissed but, again, it was hard to tell if it was beyond his usual level. The other ghouls didn’t seem too concerned, so you could only assume you hadn’t annoyed him enough. Besides, two mistakes weren't too egregious.
You settled on sprinkling in not wrong notes, but the occasionally wrongly timed notes. Just enough to be noticeable but not enough to throw everything off. Or at least not enough to annoy the other ghouls. Hopefully.
By the end of the rehearsal, after playing through the album twice, Primo cut it off.
“That’s enough. Practice on your own in your quarters.” Papa waved the ghouls away to leave.
Everyone started putting their things away before leaving them in their spot. The rehearsal room in the ministry was dedicated for rehearsals, so the instruments could be left there.
You joined them, putting your bass back where you had found it. Back into its case, to keep it protected. You had started to leave with the other ghouls before a loud whistle pierced your ears. Everyone’s head whipped around to the source of the sound.
Primo took his fingers out of his mouth. “Ghoul.” He snapped. He was pointing at you. “Stay.”
You froze. Your heart began to race. Did you do it? Successfully piss him off?
The other ghouls scurried out of the room quickly, giving a few whispers of sarcastic good luck.
Primo walks over to you, and stops only a foot away from you. He was taller than you had realized, towering over you.
Your mind raced with possibilities. Was he going to scold you? Piss on you? What was he going to do?
“What was that?” He hissed. “Do you know what I do to ghouls that play like shit?” He grabbed you by the grucifix and tugged it hard, almost causing you to fall over. Primo held onto it, leading you to the center of the room. You could feel your cock throb from being dragged around like this, hell, even just the tone of his voice was arousing you.
Primo yanked on the grucifix again after he had stopped walking. You could feel a moan involuntary escape from your mouth. Oh fuck. You looked up at him, your eyes wide. You were incredibly hard. You shimmied a bit, trying to stand in a way that took pressure off your cock.
Papa’s eyes flicked downwards at your slight shimmy. He let go of the grucifix, letting it hit you in the chest. “I see.”
You could see thoughts running through his head.
After a painful few seconds of silence, he spoke. “Were you purposely doing this?” Primo’s eyes kept returning back to the obvious tent in your robes.
You weren’t sure what to say exactly. You were a horrible liar. “Yes…”
The man nodded slowly. “And what exactly did you hear? I want to know what idea is exciting you this much.” His voice grew quieter, but not any gentler. In his expression you could tell he knew exactly what you heard.
“That you... piss on ghouls.”
“Something about that ordeal is appealing for you? Enough to fuck up rehearsal?” Primo tilted his head a bit, and moved a step closer, inches away. You could see it in his face, he knew your answer already.
You nod, tilting your head further upwards to look at him. Would he still do it if he knew it wouldn’t be much of a punishment for me?
“And I imagine you enjoyed me being rough with you too?” The man dragged his finger down your chest, scraping his nails against the fabric of your robe. They stopped right above your necklace.
“Yes.” You wished he had tugged harder on the grucifix. The idea of him hurting you like that aroused you, in a masochistic way. Although to your disappointment, what he did didn't hurt at all. But, that’s probably because Primo wouldn’t actually hurt the ghouls.
He wrapped his fingers around the grucifix again, and pulled it down so hard you were shocked it didn’t break.
The metal chain dug into the back of your neck. The pain was quick, and dull. But fuck, it still felt good. You instinctively brought your hand to your face to cover your own moan, but the mask prevented any muffling.
“What a perverse ghoul we have. A pathetic masochist.” Primo let go of you and pointed at the floor. “Kneel down.” He ordered. Before you had the time to react, he gave a sharp kick into your shin.
You drop to the ground nearly immediately, kneeling just as he asked. The spot where he kicked already ached, there was no doubt in your mind that a bruise was going to form.
“Kick me again. Please.” You begged, letting your words come out as a whimper. You placed a hand at Primo’s shoe, feeling the smooth cool leather.
Papa jerked his foot away from you. “Don’t get too greedy. I have something for you already.”
Primo began to hike up the front of his alb, bunching the fabric above his crotch. His black pants did barely anything to conceal the thick outline of his cock.
Your eyes widened at the sight. He’s hung. It had to have been the biggest penis you had ever seen with your own two eyes. And that’s including ghouls. Breaking eye contact with his crotch, you looked up at him.
Primo had a bit of a smile on his face. Smug. He knew it was impressive. Through the part in his lips you could see his sharp canines.
“You like it?” He asked. He passed the alb’s fabric to one hand and started to unbutton the top of his pants.
At unzipping his pants, you could see a bit of grey hair peaking out. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so things were easily exposed. Primo reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, almost hitting it against your face as he did so.
It was thick, long, uncircumcised. Veiny. It hung down from its own weight. It was shocking that Primo was hiding something like that. But, not an unpleasant surprise by any means. Your entire body craved him. You wanted to feel it inside you just as badly as you wanted to taste his piss.
Primo held onto himself and lifted his cock up. He slapped it against the front of your mask, shifting the fabric on your face. Warmth radiated off of it, and you could feel as it throbbed against you.
“And you say you were only faking being such a shit bassist?”
You nod, going along with whatever he said. Your mind was so hazy from how horny you were, you felt almost intoxicated from it.
“I’ll still piss on you for doing such a horrible job today. But, if you want anything more, next practice you need to prove that you’re even worth staying in the band.” He hit his cock against your mask again for emphasis. You could see the slightest amount of precum dribble out of the tip, landing right where your cheekbone was. “Understood?”
“Yes.” You were trembling in anticipation.
Primo aimed the tip of his cock inches away from the eye hole on your mask.
A few droplets of piss leaked out of the tip of his cock, only before Primo fully released. The stream was powerful, his erection causing it to come out with more force. You could only see it for a moment before you had to close your eyes.
The hot urine filled the inside of your mask, sending piss all over your face. It overwhelmed your senses. All you could feel was the hot liquid pouring over you. All you could smell, all you could taste was his piss. God, it tasted good. Your mouth was completely open, trying to catch any of it as it flowed. The saltiness completely took over your taste buds, even from how little was getting in your mouth. A good amount did, but not all. You knew it was soaking into the fabric of your mask, something you’d have to replace now, but honestly you could care less. You were in paradise.
Your erection was throbbing. You didn’t even think you could get harder but here you were. You wished you could open your eyes and watch Primo as he pissed on you, but you knew damn well that getting piss in your eyes wouldn’t be pleasant.
Primo groaned a bit as he emptied his bladder. He had grabbed onto the top of your hood, and steadied himself. By now the piss had also soaked into your robes, all over your neck and chest. Some of the piss was dripping off your chin and onto your lap and the floor as well.
But, to your own disappointment, you could feel the stream begin to die down.
The stream stopped for a second, before a little more came out. You opened your eye that was opposite to the eyehole he was pissing in, and watched as he shook his cock and sent a few droplets flying. He let go of himself and let his cock hang back down.
There was a puddle of urine below you, soaking into the legs of your pants and into the carpet. Your clothes looked even darker from being so soaked.
Primo bent down in front of you, getting closer to your face. He grabbed you by your neck. “That’s the last you’ll get of any of that if you keep that shit up.” You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke.
“And if I play well?” You could feel your gaze still drawn to his cock.
His hand tightened. “I don’t reward my ghouls for the bare minimum.” He said. You could feel your heartbeat pulse in your neck as he restricted your circulation a bit. Primo held it for a moment before shoving you back and letting go. “But I’ll consider it if you play better.” He stood up straight, groaning a bit as he did so, and began to stuff his cock back into his pants.
“Please.” You couldn’t help but beg. You felt so desperate for him. The piss had begun to cool off on your body, making you very aware of how covered you were. “I need it.” You whine. You were so aroused from every single thing he did.
Primo’s smirk dropped. He put his shoe down on your thigh and leaned in towards you again. You could feel the dress shoes he wore dig into the top of your leg as he put his full weight onto his shoe.
“Don’t beg. I’ll fuck you if I believe you deserve it.” He spit onto your mask. “You’re below me. Act like it.”
Primo shifted his shoe over to your crotch, pressing down on it.
The pressure was enough. Without much warning you could feel your body build up quickly to orgasm. Your body became very warm and fuzzy, and your mind felt as if it was melting. You started to shake, involuntarily thrusting against his shoe as you released. You could feel as you came in your underwear, coating the fabric. Loud sounds were escaping you, and you couldn’t do a thing to hold them back.
Primo pushed down harder as a response, before dragging his shoe up and shifting his weight onto his heel. The heel of his shoe was hard and angular. It dug into your cock, pinning it against your thigh as it twitched and pulsed.
You continue to move your hips against his shoe, whimpering and moaning until you felt your body start to wind down.
He gave one last push against your crotch before taking off his foot. “So desperate. Try lasting a bit longer tomorrow for me.”
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Rehearsal was again the next time. A wide mix of emotions flooded you. Excitement, nervousness, and arousal. Unlike yesterday, there wasn’t going to be a reward for poor performance. You could play well, you knew that. You just had to prove it.
Upon entering the rehearsal room, you were hit with the memories of the day before. The spot in the carpet where the puddle of piss had been was covered by some sort of cleaner. Well, there was no denying that you got pissed on.
Hearing you enter, the other ghouls turn to look at you. You couldn’t read their expressions, but their looks of pity could still be understood.
“Has happened to all of us.” One ghoul said, trying to help. “At least he just pisses on the robes right?”
Another ghoul chimed in. “Thank fuck for that. Imagine if it wasn’t?”
The first ghoul made a fake gag sound. “That would be so gross.”
Man, you had to learn their names and voices. You had no clue who was talking to you at any point. “So it’s only the robes?” You ask. He pissed on my face just for me… It was silly, but that made you feel a bit special.
“Yeah- I mean he did piss on you right?”
“Ah- uh. Yes.” You stuttered a bit. They didn’t need to know the exact details. Before you could say anything more, the door to the room opened.
In full ritual vestments, Primo walked in. The silver accents along his chasuble sparkled in the light of the room. The robe flowed behind him, revealing a bit of his alb. He looked regal.
Passing by, he locked his gaze onto you. You could see it in his eyes, he was expecting a good rehearsal today.
By satan, you made sure to give one.
Rehearsal finished with high energy. You did well, and felt proud of the job you did. And above all, you felt excited over the prospect of getting a potential reward from it all.
As you watched the others put their instruments away, you felt a person looming behind you.
“Stay back, ghoul.” Primo whispered into your ear. A shiver ran up your body.
Some of the other ghouls in the room who had heard him looked a bit confused.
“Papa, but he played fine-“ One began to defend you.
Primo glared at them, causing the ghoul to stop talking. “Leave.” He ordered them all. “Now.”
They leave, grumbling about something and tails lashing, but still making their way out in a timely fashion.
Once alone, Primo focused his attention back to you. “You did well today. Exactly what we need from a bassist.” He seemed quite calm, much different from the dominant persona he had on yesterday.
“Thank you.” You were blushing again.
“Are you still interested in your reward?” He asks, lightly trailing his fingers along the headstock of your bass.
The confirmation that it was on the table sent a jolt of arousal through your body. You took off the strap of your bass and put the instrument down, a little frantically admittedly.
“Yes- fuck, yes. I am, I really am.” You couldn’t help but sound utterly desperate because, well, you were. You had been thinking about his cock all today and all of yesterday.
“Take off your mask.” The man ordered.
You grab onto the top of your mask and start pulling it off your face. The fabric caught on your horns a bit, but otherwise came off in one pull. It was the second time Papa Emeritus I had ever seen your bare face. The first time was right after you were summoned, to which you were quickly dressed in your robes.
The two of you began to kiss, slow at first but eventually picking up in intensity. Your hands started to wander over his body, feeling his frame underneath the loose garments.
The man pulled away from your lips for a moment. Primo pulled the hood of your robe back, and started to let his lips wander to your neck. He licked and kissed the skin. Chills ran up your spine as his sharp teeth grazed your skin.
A light moan came out from him. He dragged his teeth against you again, this time with intention. You nearly collapsed in his arms, feeling lightheaded from the possibility of being bitten and fed on, to place the trust in him to not drain you completely.
Primo nipped at your skin, breaking it slightly. You gasped, and felt your cock ache at the pain. It stung horribly, as shallow as it had to have been. His grip on your body tightened. Primo dragged his tongue against the wound. You could feel him shaking, fighting off the urge to really bite you and sink his fangs into your neck. He sucked the spot, taking out as much blood as he could before it stopped bleeding.
He parted, licking his thin lips. The makeup around his lips had smudged completely, the white and black mixing or being completely missing in some spots.
“Bend over.” The man ordered, gesturing to one of the chairs in the room.
Without missing a beat you did what he said. You grabbed onto the arms of the chair and positioned yourself for him.
Primo walked up from behind you and pulled your robe up your body. He ran a hand along the back of your thigh, up to your ass. You moaned as he gave you a little squeeze. The anticipation was killing you, you were practically shaking.
He grabbed onto your pants and underwear and started to pull them down, all the way to your ankles. The cold air of the room caused you to shiver. You were completely exposed before him.
You could hear the movement of fabric behind you. Turning to look at him, you could see that Papa had taken off his own pants, as well as moving the layers of fabric out of the way to take out his cock. It was just as big as you remembered.
Primo got closer to you and spat onto your hole. His fingers circled your entrance for a moment before he slid a digit fully into you.
You instinctively pushed back against his finger as it entered you, wanting it deeper. Pleasure shoots throughout your body as his finger presses right against the sweet spot. But, you body was still aching for more. You needed to feel all of him, not just a single finger. You wanted to feel his entire cock inside you. And Primo knew that.
Primo moved his finger in and out, pressing repeatedly against your prostate. “Not enough?”
Every press made you gasp. It was teasing you horribly. “Fuck me.” You beg. “I can’t take it.”
Primo took his finger out. He spits onto your hole again.
You gasped as you feel the tip of his cock press against your hole. He was huge, and spit wasn’t the most ideal lubricant. But, fuck, you wanted it so badly.
He started to push into you. Primo was slow, careful. He could actually hurt you with his size, and not in a good way. You gripped tightly onto the chair to steady yourself, your knuckles turning white.
The feeling of his cock’s girth stretching you out caused you to moan. It hurt. You were being pushed to your limit. This was by far the biggest thing to have ever gone inside you like this. You felt the ridge of his head push past your entrance. Primo continued to go deeper, until you could feel his hips hit your ass. His cock put pressure on your prostate, stimulating it even without moving.
Primo started to move his hips, slight movements. His hands gripped onto your sides. He started to move more, speeding up and thrusting more dramatically as your body got used to being filled by him.
Primo’s long nails dug into your sides as he repeatedly pounded into your body. They were sharp, any harder and you were sure they would break skin.
His thick cock rubbed against your prostate, over and over. You were completely undone by it all, being reduced to a moaning mess.
You could feel your body building to an orgasm. With being fucked by someone so large, you could only last so long.
Primo moved his hands up your body, dragging his nails along your skin. The scratches stung. You had no doubt a few were even bleeding.
His hands stopped at your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat and squeezing slightly. His nails dug into your skin.
That was enough to push you over the edge. You came, waves of pleasure rushing over you and making you lightheaded. Your cock spasmed, shooting cum all over the seat of the wooden chair. You could feel your body pulse and clench around Primo’s cock.
Primo moaned, and started to speed up. His body slapped against yours as he grew more reckless with his thrusts. His balls continued to slap against your taint, making a slight sound.
He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and squeezing your neck harder.
You could hear his breaths become more ragged, and more pleased sounds coming from him. The sound of sex had completely filled the room. Hell, it could probably be heard in the halls connecting to this room. But who cared. You were his to use.
You were becoming extremely lighthearted from his choking. Your vision was going in and out of black, as if you were about to pass out.
Primo suddenly stopped, his cock still fully inside you. He let out a strained moan and dug his nails into your neck. You could feel your body fill with warmth, no doubt from his semen.
You pushed back against him, despite feeling like you were about to pass out, feeling his cock twitch within you.
Primo let out a moan and pulled out of you, letting go of your neck at the same time.
You feel blood rush back into your face, and instead your vision clears. Your body feels incredibly empty without his cock. Warm cum begins to leak out of your gaping hole, trickling down your taint.
You stood up straight, your robes falling back over your body, feeling the cum leak out more with the aid of gravity.
“Keep up the excellent work.” Primo complimented, still a bit out of breath from his exertion.
“Thank you, Papa.” You awkwardly pulled your pants back up. You were definitely taking a shower the second you got the chance, you felt very gross now that your mind had cleared.
Primo nods, fixing his clothes and making himself look proper. Excluding his makeup, which was horrifically smudged. “I expect to see you tomorrow at mass? And after.”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good.” He put his mitre back on and straightened it out. Without another word, he left the rehearsal room.