The Scapegoat: Chapter 4

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            When it came to power in the kingdom, the church was second only to the king, and even that was debatable. Though the two often butted heads, there was a mutual understanding that it was their combined strength that kept the population in check.

            It was by the church’s hand that Anki and those like him were invited to the city and given such luscious accommodations. In fact, it truly couldn’t be understated how revered people like Anki were to the church and how they saw him as something so much more than a vessel to confess to. It was blatantly obvious to the goat why this was, even before they would literally tell him.

            Through the year almost every high-ranking member of the church would make this journey, though most usually did it under the cover of night and via alleys that had as few eyes as possible. The church was meant to be a beacon of morality and justice, after all, and more than a few raised eyebrows would be had if several clergy members were seen coming to or from Anki’s residence.

            Were once they had come almost like clockwork, or at the very least a consistent pattern, the tide of holy men had since slowed to barely a trickle. It had been so long that the goat almost completely forgot about the church’s presence in every aspect of the city, given all the other visitors he had to occupy himself with.

            The morning had so far involved two wealthy merchants needing forgiveness for eerily similar reasons, though as far as Anki could tell, they weren’t even remotely related. The afternoon progressed quietly from then and so the goat took the opportunity to munch from a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables while peering out the largest window of his apartment. From so high up he could see so much of the city and yet so little at the same time. People walking around appeared to be smaller than ants and yet the vast expanse of buildings stretched all across the horizon.

            As the goat finished off a crisp apple and began to dig for something more savory, a series of soft knocks made by an uncertain hand announced a new guest at his front door. Anki quickly deposited his lunch on the nearest table he came across while gracefully trotting to see who was paying him a visit. He paused for just one moment to smooth down his shirt and beam a welcoming smile before he grabbed the handle and pulled.

            The figure that stood on the other side was immediately recognized as one of the church’s bishops, the white silky garments inlayed with gold thread in intricate patterns and symbols were some of the most unmistakable uniforms in the entire city. Some might even say the whole kingdom. It was a startling sight coupled with the even more alarming realization that it was the middle of the day. No doubt gossip was already spreading like wildfire through the streets of this unexpected visit.

            “Y-your excellency!” Anki stammered and quickly bowed deeply. A spreading chill that permeated his spine refused to let go and it caused the fur along his back and shoulders to stand on end. The gallop of his heart similarly refused to calm down.

            “Be still, my son,” the bishop said with a wave of his hand and in the same motion withdrew the hood from over his head, revealing his bovine visage. To Anki’s astonishment, he appeared to be quite young for a bishop, but looks were always deceiving, as he also looked gentle and softspoken. The goat drew himself back to a full stand and stepped out of the way for the bishop to enter, which he did and quickly closed the door behind him.

            “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting a visit from the church. Was this scheduled? Usually, my attendants keep me more organized,” Anki rambled as he went about trying to clear up some of the clutter of his apartment. He always kept it clean but at the moment some of his furnishings and gifts still laid out in the open and had not found a proper home amid the rest.

            “No, this visit is as impromptu as it seems. I come in a great need of atonement, one that cannot wait, I’m afraid,” the bishop said as he strolled farther into the room. He only briefly flicked his eyes across the apartment before settling fully on the goat.

            The intense gaze caught Anki mid task and made him stop. He returned to stand in front of the bishop and looked up into his eyes. “Of course. But, if I may ask, what is the cause of such a sudden need?”

            Visits from the church were some of the most tasking for Anki to deal with. Some of the most powerful leaders in some of the greatest positions did the most abhorrent things, and after such sessions he often found himself needing a bath and unable to take on other confessions for the day. Given how far along the day was, he knew he was going to need an extra long soak after this.

            “His Holiness will be visiting our cathedral soon and I refuse to be in his presence with anything less than a relieved conscious and a pure soul,” the bishop stated firmly.

            The goat simply nodded his head and cleared his throat. “I see. Well then, shall we begin?”

            “Please,” the bishop nodded. “How would you like me?”

            “We can start by discarding your bottoms, that way we can work into the confession as slowly as you might need,” Anki said and slowly sank to his knees. The bishop nodded but made no further move.

            The goat took the lead, his hands reached out at the same time and gingerly untangled the knot that secured the bishops clothing. Once undone, the baggy article fell to his ankles, revealing a modest cock that hung soft between his thighs. It was an alluring sight that had blood thrumming in the femboy’s veins as he leaned in and received a strong breath of the bull’s scent.

            “You may begin, your excellency, confess unto me all that weighs your soul,” Anki said as he moved all the way forward until his nose bumped the dark brown flesh. He then lowered to the tip and drew it into his mouth with a slurp that caused the bishop to huff and stiffen his entire frame. A jolt similarly caused the cock to begin growing and sinking farther down Anki’s throat.

            “W-where to start,” the bishop sighed as pleasure began working through his sensitive member. “I suppose it began with me taking from the tithe whenever I got the chance. It was a little at first but then it became so much that I couldn’t hide it anymore.” He paused for a moment to steady a moan that escaped as an exhale. His cock swelled to a full stand and the femboy had since begun to bob up and down the length, though he could only really get half way down at the moment.

            Before continuing, the bishop grasped at the length of beads that hung around his neck and yanked them over his head. He tangled them around one hand and grasped the eight-pointed star firmly to his palm so that the sharp edges dug into his flesh as he squeezed. His other hand suddenly reached out and grasped the back of the goat’s head to encourage the frequent bobbing to go even deeper.

            “I was confronted by other members of the clergy. Instead of relenting I b-became angry and demanded who they were to question the decisions of an appointed leader. They immediately begged for forgiveness and I did by having them service me not unlike what you’re doing. I had never felt such power over our Holy Lords’ followers. I then demanded weekly visits from them, even encouraging their family to be involved. I watched them as they committed incest right before my eyes, thinking that it was all in service to clean their souls.”

            Anki nearly choked and sputtered as he sank down. He pulled back to gasp for air but found his mouth being shoved back down. Precum spilled onto his tongue and mixed with the thick coating of saliva he had applied to the shaft. His stomach suddenly felt uneasy and he now realized the need to do all he could to finish this confession as soon as possible.

            One hand grasped the bishop’s cock near the base while the other cupped his balls. He stroked the length and gingerly squeezed the sack in unison with each delve. Before long the bull’s hips would buck to meet the advancing mouth and the hand at the back of his head would press down at the same time, nearly making the entire cock rush down the femboy’s throat.

            The bishop continued after a brief moment of soaking in the growing pleasure. “Then came the young ones. Their families gave them to me so willingly I nearly balked. I’ve never taken so many virginities before, and they came to me for more and more when I assured them that each time they did, it would result in their cleaned soul. Oh, the lies never ceased but it felt so good!” the bishop grunted hard and thrusted to make the entirety of his cock disappear.

            Anki relaxed his throat and did his best to qualm his churning stomach or else release his recent lunch all over the bishop’s legs. His mind swam in a dizzying whirlwind of disgust that he so badly wanted to stop what they were doing, but he knew what would likely happen if they didn’t finish. He hoped a milky climax was near but it would seem that the bull had more stamina than he appeared.

            The vigorous throat fucking continued as the bishop began to go into detail of some of the acts he would commit on the most vulnerable of his charge. Truthfully, this wasn’t even the worst thing Anki had listened to a bishop or priest confess, but it was about the same as the others. At least, for the moment.

            “Th-then came the confrontation by another priest. Father Limus, I believe he was called. He caught me in the act of enjoying a young girl’s backside and vowed to expose me to the archbishop. With my lover still warm on my cock, I took up a nearby candelabra and bashed him over the head. He went down like a rock and I didn’t stop beating him until I saw the eyes fall from their sockets.”

            Anki sputtered and coughed around the cock as a startled gasp interrupted him delving it down his throat. He quickly masked the disruption as being an error of enthusiasm for the task at hand and was able to recover his composure. It must have been convincing enough, or the bishop just hadn’t noticed. Either way, the bull continued without much pause.

            “After I finished my time with the girl and her mother came to take her away, I turned to the task of body disposal. I hired some of the brutes that would often help us with those that preached heresy, and as far as I was made aware, Father Limus is in the stomach of some crocodiles.” The bishop paused and basked in the emanating pleasure that radiated through his pelvis.

            Anki felt more and more nauseous as time went on and his drive to continue the act was becoming harder to fake. He began swirling his tongue around the throbbing shaft and stroking the hanging orbs with his finger tips to coax more sensation and pleasur. Most of the holy order didn’t have much stamina but given the nature of this particular bishop’s confession he clearly had some endurance. In any other case the goat might have thought himself lucky to enjoy the fun but his ears currently buzzed with the other’s lingering words.

            The bishop took a firmer hold of the femboy’s head and began bucking his hips to meet the delving mouth. Each time the sizable shaft would sink all the way down Anki’s throat and cause it to bulge. His nose pressed firm to the bull’s groin with every movement, sometimes even pausing to let the entire cock throb down his esophagus which naturally milked the sensitive flesh.

            The man’s moans became labored as he grew more aggressive. He no longer spoke, seeming to have forgotten why he was there in the first place.

            Anki wasn’t going to complain. Without the mental strain of having to listen and process such gut churning confessions, he could try to concentrate on what he was best at.

            Gentle shifts from side to side allowed an extra layer of sensation to the already tightening throat. Even the most subtle of movements sent electrifying jolts of pleasure through the bishop’s groin. The veins along his shaft throbbed to the beat of his increasing heart rate as the bliss of the moment gradually built to higher and higher degrees.

            The bull’s moans bellowed louder and deeper, his mouth hanging open as he disregarded any semblance of delicacy. Each buck of his hips that had his impressive shaft slithering out from the femboy’s tightly sealed lips, came with a shuddering motion that told how close he was getting to climax.

            Anki could pick out any such hint from a mile away, so he braced himself for what promised to be an impressive load. If the heft of the man’s balls was to be trusted, he hadn’t indulged in any of these more perverse confessions recently. Or any release, if he were to guess.

            Copious drool and precum soaked the girthy cock as he withdrew and pumped back into the goat’s mouth. The thrusts came faster and more enthusiastically with the firm grip on the back of his head tightening into a balled fist that had knuckles buried against scalp. A sucking gurgle accompanied each vigorous stroke that was nearly as loud as the braying grunts from above.

            The building pleasure had the bishop shaking where he stood. The intense euphoria rolled between his legs, first building at the base of his cock and then rapidly stroking along the shaft. He could barely let out a warning of the oncoming flood but the femboy had already guessed as much and was ready.

            With a choking shout, the first salvo of hot seed painted Anki’s mouth and quickly spilled down his throat. The tip was near the back when the orgasm began, so he quickly took a deep breath and shoved the entire length as far down as it could go.

            The natural milking sensation that accompanied such an aggressive move caused the bull to cry out and shake uncontrollably. Intense ecstasy racked his form and touched on nearly every nerve through his lower body. Cum spilled in thick globs into the femboy’s happily awaiting belly, not a single drop spared as his nose buried firm into the other’s groin with no struggle or sign that he wished to retreat.

            Just as Anki predicted, the volume was substantial and surprisingly filling. Warmth spread through his core as the salvos eventually let up and reduced to a creamy trickle.

            What felt like a full minute passed before the sharp sensations ebbed to a dull pleasure. The bishop shivered and shuddered a few last times before the grip on the back of the goat’s head relented and eventually fell away.

            Anki took it as a sign that his time with the bull was done and he took the opportunity to slowly draw away. The still engorged but slowly shrinking member withdrew, trailing thick jizz all the way up and over his tongue. Before the tip eventually popped free, he made sure to draw a strong suckle to clean away any trapped cum inside. Needless to say, the cock glistened completely clean once it was allowed to flop down against the bishop’s thighs.

            The goat savored the lingering taste of cum on his tongue before swallowing what little remained. He opened his eyes to admire a job well-done and then glanced up to see the bishop’s reaction. The bull had only slightly slowed in his panting but had managed to half-open his eyes and meet the femboy’s gaze.

            “You are absolved of sin, your excellency,” Anki said confidently and forced a smile, as just the mere mention of such a notion brought back the repulsive confession memories.

            “Th-thank you, my child,” the bishop mumbled as he stepped back from the goat. Anki let him go and gingerly rose to a stand. It was only when he was able to assess himself that he realized that the entire ordeal had caused his own meager cock to get hard and stick out from his silk underwear. It noticeably throbbed as if angry it was neglected. He wasn’t for sure if he should have been upset that despite the entire ordeal, his body wasn’t dissuaded from its more primal urges.

            The bishop hurriedly gathered his garments and tied them back in place. The metal star that was once held so firmly against his palm was now roughly shoved into the nearest pocket of his pants; its points slightly tinted in blood.

            “I will send a token of my gratitude later once his Holiness has taken his leave. I trust you will accept my apology of such a hasty intrusion, but I was as unprepared as you to have received me,” he explained before making his way towards the front door.

            “Of course,” Anki replied and bowed with eyes closed so that he didn’t witness the bishop’s exit.

            The bull barely acknowledged the femboy’s final words or even the shouted farewell before the door slammed shut behind him. He was quickly making his way down the many steps with a warm smile playing on his face and a lightness to every step. It truly was like a heavy weight was literally taken from his shoulders.

            Anki paused for a moment in the silence of his apartment before straitening his back and letting out an exhausted sigh. His cock gave an impatient flex as if to remind him that there was a task still to be accomplished.

            He decided that a bath was a far more important thing to have before he could give his own body the attention it craved. A particularly lengthy one, he concluded silently to himself. The bishop’s confessions still hung in the air and felt like they clung to his fur.

            Only the hottest water that could be mustered would be enough to scrub them off if he hoped to be able to enjoy anything that remained of the oncoming evening.

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