Notes

When Lust had died, Bradley hadn't cared much, though he wondered absently sometimes if that meant a new Lust was to be born. But, for a moment, when Father had been alerted of the news, Bradley had seen a flash, a very brief showing, of fear and apprehension within his usually cold, emotionless eyes.
Now he knew why.
When he had walked into Father's lair, the first thing he noticed was that all other Homunculi were absent. Whatever Father wanted, it concerned him and him alone.
"Do you know what happens to that part of me when a Homunculus dies?" Father asked. He wasn't one for idle pleasantries.
"No, Father." Bradley replied, coolly. What did this have to do with him?
"Well, it comes back to me, you see. Those cumbersome emotions find their way back to their source. Do you know what that means?"
Bradley tried not to show his shock. Was it true? "You have... lust, now?"
"That is correct, Wrath. The problem is, until a new homunculus is created, I have no outlet to release this lust. I wish for that to be you."
Bradley had accepted his place in life as Father's puppet, but was he truly asking what Bradley thought he was? "What do you mean?"
"I mean," and suddenly he paused and before Bradley could move he was being pressed against the floor, his lips meeting those of Father's. "This."
Without wasting any further time, Father ripped Bradley's shirt and jacket off, revealing the homunculus' muscled front and deliciously toned muscles. "Long have I noticed that of all the homunculus, you look the most attractive to me. And yet, it was not until now that this opinion of mine became interlocked with these human emotions I have recently inherited. I must now release them lest I become..." he paused again as his hands deftly pulled Bradley's pants and shoes off of him so the only thing stopping his naked body from entirely pressing against the cool metal floor was his boxers. "Pent up, as others might say it."
"I-I see." Bradley managed to choke out, his body shivering not only from the cold as his body was assaulted by a variety of stimuli all around his body. Another moan was forced out of him as Father's mouth bent down to cover one of his nipple, sucking on the nub as his tongue licked against the flawless skin and pressed against the firm pectoral.
"Tell me, Bradley." Father said, his voice slightly muffled as he continued to tease Bradley's body with his mouth. "You have had orgasms before, correct?"
"Ye-" He suddenly interrupted himself as, at the same time, he arched his back into Father's hand now petting his leaking cock and moaned. "Yes!"
"I see." Father said, his eyes full of lust as he observed the writhing figure beneath him. "Multiple?"
"Wh-what?" Bradley asked breathlessly, attempting not to whine as Father's hands left him to give his body a little break (something he didn't intend on doing much of beyond that). "Multiple?"
"Yes, several at once. I am very interested in seeing how many of these orgasms I can make you experience. And from what I'm seeing so far, you appear very responsive to the treatment typically needed to produce orgasms." Even as Father talked in such a cold way, his mouth twisted upward in a cruel smirk and his eyes dilated in arousal at seeing Bradley's naked body, slick with sweat and abs covered in pre-come. "How many consecutive orgasms have you had before?"
"Only one, Father." Bradley replied, attempting not to be flushed at the topic. Not many things truly embarassed him, but ever since discovering what intimate physical contact could make him feel, he tried to avoid both engaging in it, and talking about it in general. It made him vunerable, and wanting of something he previously thought impossible for a homunculus like him to desire. However he felt about sex, though, he couldn't exactly deny Father whether he wanted it or not. "I'm unsure if I can orgasm multiple times at once."
"Well, we shall see." Father said, and without further warning, his hands and mouth went back onto Bradley's body, teasing his pectorals and abs and squeezing at his cock to force even more pre-come out. Suddenly, Bradley's body twisted as if electrocuted, and cum shot out of his cock onto his chest and abs for half-a-minute straight. As Bradley convulsed under the seemingly unending torrent of intense pleasure, Father held onto him with a hand and watched in fascination as the gorgeous man came all over himself. For whatever reason, the lust within him compelled him to desire the sight of Bradley in that position more and more, until, even as the old man slumped down onto the floor with a moan, Father pressed his hands against his come-covered chest and continued his barrage of pleasure.
"I- I can't!" Bradley screamed as Father grasped his leaking length mercilessly and pulled more pre-come out of it, the clear liquid sliding reluctantly down his red cock head and trickling down further until it stopped at the chest of pubic hair at the base. "I don't think I can come again, Father." Bradley whispered, his voice already a little hoarse from his previous orgasm.
"I'm sure you must feel overstimulated right now, like if you came again you might explode. I myself have experimented with such feelings (Bradley tried valiantly to block the images out of his head), but believe me, with enough stimulation, I was able to get myself to orgasm again. I'm sure a delicious specimen such as yourself can produce similar results, if not even more impressive ones." And then his hands were back on Bradley's body, twisting nipples, rubbing come against skin and mixing it with sweat, squeezing the head and forcing come out of it.
The whole time, Father had decided to, rather than focus on Bradley's shaking upperbody (he would have plenty of time to play with that later), look at his quivering length, with a red head and covered everywhere in come. The tip was shiny, and more and more come kept coming out as Father continued teasing at the Fuhrer's body. Father noted that it seemed to be taking a longer time to make him come than before. He would need other people to play with if he wished to satisfy his lust completely. He made a mental note to have Envy capture that military officer called Grumann.
Entranced by Bradley's cock, Father decided, finally, that he must taste it. Without warning, he enveloped the length completely, without mercy, and Bradley's vision went red and black and all sorts of other colors as he came for the second time, his body uncontrollably convulsing under the waves of pleasure that pulsated throughout his entire body. He slumped against the floor and prayed to whatever deity was out there that this was the end.
But, of course, Father continued.
Father sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth, watching Bradley catch his breath. The old man's cock was still stiff and red against his hip and a clench deep in Father's stomach told him Bradley could take more. Or, more like it, he would have to take more.
Bradley watched him carefully as he bent over again, gripped Bradley's hips and gave his cock a long, slow lick. Bradley's hips jumped as if electrocuted.
"God, Father!" He grit out.
Father ignored him and pulled his cock upright to suck on the head. Bradley drew his legs up and planted his feet on the bed, trying to pull his hips out of Father's reach. Father glared up at him, the head of his cock resting on his lower lip. Bradley looked torn between anger and pain, the soft pink flush of his cheeks darkening to red. Father fought the urge to smirk.
"We’re not done yet," Father said, rubbing calming hands over Bradley' thighs, his mouth already widening for Bradley' cock again. He slid it into his mouth and bobbed his head until his nose met pubic hair.
Bradley groaned and closed his thighs around Father's head. Father pulled off and tutted, pressing them back open and swallowing Bradley' down again, soaking the flesh with his saliva.
"Please, Father," Bradley began, his breath hitching as Father rubbed the flat of his tongue over the rising vein of his cock, "I really don't think I can come again."
Bradley' cock was deep red, the head swollen and tight and Father resisted the urge to lick it. Instead, Father rubbed at his upper body, his hands exploring Bradley's muscled body, pressing against pectorals and abs and forcing moans out of Bradley's overstimulated, sensitive body.
"That's it," he urged, "let me see you come again."
He said a similar phrase the next 10 times until Bradley had finally collapsed and blacked out. Grinning, satisfied at his fuck session for today, he carried Bradley's come-covered body and, just for a moment, went outside to place it out on an abandoned street. Someone would find him, he was sure. He could only hope, though, that whoever did didn't play too much with the Fuhrer's sexy body before letting him rest. Father would need him for later.
As it turned out, however, this move proved to be a bad idea, because some random civilian had found him and used his incapacitated state to bind him and created a new business out of Bradley. A person could pay 10 dollars for an hour with him, where he/she could do whatever he/she wished to the ex-Fuhrer's helpless body. Grumann was successfully captured, and between the poor old man and masturbation sessions to videos of the Homunculi at the club teasing Bradley's body to endless orgasms, Father's time with Lust was spent satisfyingly.