Chapter XV: Everything Fell Apart... Or So I Thought  

"Antonio, wake up!"

The morning had arrived, and with it came my fears... I couldn't stand or walk. Let alone sit...

"Cesare, I don't think I'll be able to do anything today. I'll just sleep or lie down. It's not my fault you were so rough last night..."

"Well, I think it's partly your fault too... Do you want me to remind you of what you said last night?" Cesare said in a calm tone.

"Well... it doesn't matter. I won't get out of bed for anything in the world..."

"Cardinal Borgia is back from his vacation. Isn't that why you came?"

"W-Well, yes... but if he tells me to leave... What will I do?"

"I'll make sure nothing suspicious happens or anything that would tear you away from me... But..."

"Cesare, what's wrong?"

"I don't feel too well... It's like something inside me is burning... I feel terrible... Well, it doesn't matter... You have an audience with the cardinal at 11:00..."

"Wait, what time is it now?"

"I-I don't know... I think it's 9:00... I-I'm going outside..."

"Cesare, you're bleeding!"

Cesare's eyes were no longer the ones I knew; they had turned a dark red color. Just a few seconds after I noticed the strange color of his eyes, he started crying tears of blood.

"It's nothing, Antonio... I-I have to leave... Ah!"

He rushed out the door. Thankfully, he was already dressed when I woke up. Still, what happened to him? It makes me think that something bad is about to happen... Maybe... No, it's impossible. Even though he's so perverse and plays with people's minds, he can't become possessed. However... the secretary bishop became possessed. But he had so many serious moral issues. Plus, he made a pact with the devil, so any similarity between the two is ruled out. But still, if... I hope it's not the case, but if it is, I will use the powers bestowed upon me by God and try to remove that evil spirit that possesses him.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I have an audience today, and I can't go like this. First, I need to wash, change, and groom myself. Although I met the Pope, meeting Cesare Borgia seems much more exciting. Plus, at this meeting, Cesare won't be there to help me overcome the critical moments.

Well, said and done. After a few minutes, I headed to the bathroom to wash myself. Honestly, my ass and nipples hurt. A lot. I think I'll call Sister Caterina after I finish in the bathroom. Who knows... Maybe she has some cream or something to soothe the pain.

"Sister Caterina..."

"Father Antonio, are you alright?" Sister Caterina asked, quite concerned.

"Well, you see... Last night..."

"You did it, didn't you?"

"Wait, what? How did you...?"

"Well, you should remember that you're not alone in this area... With the amount of noise you made, I think even the Pope himself heard..."

"Oh, God... Anyway, it doesn't matter... Do you have any cream or something to ease my pain?"

"Of course... That's usually how Cesare is. However, I'm worried about the reason he left so early..."

"Well, I heard Cardinal Borgia arrived, and I think he went to talk to the cardinal about me..."

"Oh, so that's it... Alright, here you go."

"What is this?"

"It's a herbal cream with miraculous powers... Trust me, it's very effective in cases like yours."

"Thank you... Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Of course... Take care!"

Damn, it hurts. This cream makes everything even worse. At least in the first moments after applying it, I thought I would die from the pain, but towards the end, it started getting better. In about 30 minutes, the pain was gone. I guess Sister Caterina was right after all.

Now it's time to leave. I've been with Cesare so many times in Rome, and I still don't know how to get out of the building. Of course, I met a priest who helped me find the way out, showing me where Cardinal Borgia's office was. To my surprise, it was quite close, so it didn't take me more than 15 minutes to reach the building where the Prefect of the Congregation for the Clergy, Prince Macchiavelli, as some called him, the Pope's son Cesare Borgia, had his office.

I had heard so many stories about him, and now I was meeting him. I still wonder what kind of person he is. Also, I wonder if he even remotely resembles my Cesare, or if they are two completely different figures.

I heard that to enter in front of the cardinal, you need to have high ranks in society or be recommended by someone powerful. Cesare is the powerful man who recommended me, and I thank Heaven for that. If I hadn't met Cesare two weeks ago, I would have had to go back home or, worse, I would have met my end in some canals in Rome. After a few minutes of waiting, the door of the office opened, and two elderly cardinals came out, looking very frightened.

It seems that Cardinal Borgia knows how to exert his power over the people around him...

"Your Eminence, I am honored to meet you on this wonderful day. I have heard many things about Your Eminence, and it is like a dream come true to finally meet you," I said, immediately kneeling as I entered the office.

"Antonio, get up!"

To be honest, the office was almost as grand as the Pope's. Paintings of the Pope's family adorned the walls, and of course, there was a cedarwood desk with various documents on it.

To my surprise, as I approached the cardinal's desk, passing under the brightly colored arch of the room, I was completely stunned. Cesare, the simple priest I had been sleeping with for two weeks, was standing in the place of the cardinal, dressed in his cardinal robes. No, it can't be him!

"Cesare, if this is some prank of yours, know that it's not funny at all..."

"Hmm, I think you've forgotten who you're in front of. A humble priest like you addressing me by name... It's insulting to the entire Church..."

"Wait, what? Cesare, snap out of it! I told you I wanted to speak to the cardinal, so I can wait a little longer until he arrives..."

"You've truly gone mad, haven't you? Do you think this is some silly prank from a humble priest like you? Try to remember the past two weeks and the doors that have opened for you!"

No, it can't be. It can't be that Cesare was the cardinal all this time... I knew there was something off about his name and his proximity to the Pope, but... It can't be, I can't believe that the person I loved was actually...

"Hmm, it seems you've remembered. You know, because of you, I lost my secretary... I felt sorry for him, but there was nothing I can do because it was my father's choice... Well, you must pay for what you've done, don't you think?"

"Wait, what exactly? I simply spoke out about the immoral things the bishop was doing... Plus, he was behind my abduction and-"

"Silence! How can you accuse a bishop of such things? Do you think he confessed because he was guilty? He confessed to your accusations because you were the Pope's protégé..."

No, it can't be. I can't believe this merciless character could be Cesare... I don't care anymore. If necessary, I'll beg for money to return home. I can't spend another second with this wretched person. And here I thought I had finally found my other half...

"Well, Your Eminence, I apologize for the inconvenience. I will immediately return to my homeland, and we will never see each other again from today onwards. Goodbye, Your Eminence!"

"Where do you think you're going? Don't you know I have the power to defrock you with a simple signature? Come, come closer!"

"No, damn it! I'm sick of this! I can't take it anymore... Are you saying that the bishop is not to blame for everything that has happened to me? You're even more despicable than him... Now I understand why the bishop became your secretary..."

"Antonio, what did you say? How dare you utter such things? From today onwards, consider yourself expelled from the clergy. No, consider yourself excommunicated from the Church... From today onwards, you no longer belong to the Church, and because you bear the stigmata, I command that you be burned at the stake for heresy."

Wait, what? This wasn't my wish. This can't happen. If I die... I can't believe that the one condemning me to death is Cesare himself... My first love...

"Hahaha, go ahead! I want to be rid of you and your supremacy... I thought you were different from the others, but it seems not... You're just as diabolical as all the rest!"

Cesare, extremely enraged, came towards me and slapped me with all his might. I fell to the ground as blood dripped from my mouth. It seems I shouldn't have spoken to him like that, but... I can't bear this anymore.

"I-I apologize, Your Eminence... You know, after everything that has happened in these two weeks, I still can't get over the fact that you are Cardinal Borgia in person..."

"Hmm, it seems you're becoming obedient... Very well then, come closer!"

I approached the place where the cardinal was seated. I can't believe this is happening. Cesare, the one I spent two weeks with, believing he was just a simple priest, was the cardinal himself... I have been deceived by everyone, including Sister Caterina and the Pope...

"Antonio, do you remember when I bought you this cassock?"

"Yes, Your Eminence, why?"

Before I could finish the question, Cesare tore my cassock in two from top to bottom. No, I can't believe it... My first gift in this world became unusable in a matter of seconds... The most precious gift I have ever received was now torn, just like my soul.

I started to cry. I can't believe this is happening to me... Why is this happening? Why do I have to go through this? I can't wait for it all to be over once and for all.

Immediately after that, he pushed his chair back and pulled me between him and the desk... I can't believe something like this is happening.

"Antonio, do you want to remain in the clergy?" Cesare, or rather Cardinal Cesare Borgia, asked me.

"Y-Yes... I want to remain a priest to be able to help people and be there for them..."

"Very well then, kneel!"

Wait, what? Nevertheless, I knelt before him... He extended his cardinal ring from his right hand, and I kissed it, while he unbuttoned his cassock with his other hand. He was naked underneath and had an erection. I took his shaft in my mouth and he guided my head, making me take him to the root this time. I stepped out of my briefs as he pulled them down my legs. It was my turn to moan and hold his head between my hands and luxuriate in his attentions as he took me in his mouth and gave a suck.

"One last time," he murmured as he pulled away from me and nudged me onto his lap, holding his cock erect with one hand, guiding me with the other hand on the small of my back, as I positioned myself on the cock head and descended on the shaft. He leaned forward, burying his head into my sternum, and grasped and separated my buttocks with his hands as, using the leverage of my feet on the floor on either side of his thighs, I raised and lowered my passage on his steel-hard cock. He sucked the aureole of one of my nipples into his mouth, in its entirety, and flicked the nipple with his tongue as he sucked it. I moaned for that and then again when he did the same with the other nipple.

I tried to show him I no longer was as open to him as before—as I had been the previous night when I'd gone soft and spongy for him and opened for him to go deeper into the vulnerability of me than he'd ever sunk before—but my own needs defeated me. My passage opened right up for the thickness of him as he went deeper with each downward pull, controlled by the cardinal now with hands gripping my hips.

My passage muscles rippled over the throbbing cock, blossoming open, stretching for him, coaxing him deeper and deeper inside me. I started to cry out in ecstasy, but sensing that, he gripped my face with a large, white paw, forcing a thumb inside my mouth, which I sucked on as I rose and fell on the cock with muted sounds of groans and moans.

He turned me around on the cock, lowering my chest to the surface of the desk. My arms shot above my head, scattering framed photographs aside. I gripped the edge of the far side of the desk, as he crouched over me from behind, one hand grasping my mouth, the other hand gripping my waist. There was no peaceful end to this now. He was pounding my ass, deep and hard, fucking me with fury as he'd never done before. I was gasping and groaning and moaning under his control, being fucked hard as he'd never done before. Being taken higher and higher. Gasping for breath, every ounce of my attention going to that huge cock battering at me deep inside, finding that I could take it. I could be soft deep inside again and still take his relentless pounding. Discovering that this was what I wanted from him, albeit having learned that too late.

We achieved a near-simultaneous ejaculation, the first time we'd managed it. The last time we'd tried, we both knew.

"Hmm, I think it would be good for the Pope to come and witness our activities, don't you think?"

"N-No... Please," I pleaded with my last bit of strength.

To my surprise, a few seconds later, the Pope himself entered Cesare's office and saw us, with Cesare still moving inside me.

"Cesare, w-what are you doing?" the Pope said, visibly shocked.

"Hmm, Father, aren't you delighted that I've returned to the office after my two-week vacation?"

"Son, no... Antonio..."

"Holy Father, save me!" I began to say through tears of pain and regret.

"Hmm, do you need assistance? Until now, you seemed quite confident, didn't you?"

After saying that, he withdrew his penis from inside me, leaving behind a black liquid. Wait, why is it black?