Page 31 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Devon looked down, clearly embarrassed at the admission, and as he did, his eyes went as wide as saucers before looking away again. Mina thought for a minute he’d made a face or done something wrong, but then he realized what had embarrassed Devon. He was still completely naked from Anubis having ripped off hisshendyt.And he was fully erect. Mina’s own eyes grew wide at the sight.Has my cock gotten bigger?
Mina looked at Anubis, who was grinning stupidly from ear to ear.I love gods,Mina thought.
“So,” Mina said, heat rising up in his chest. “You guessed this thing about me. I had no idea about you. That means you hid it pretty well.”
“I guess so,” Devon said, still pointedly looking away from both Mina and his engorged cock, which indeed felt like an entity all to itself. It had grown to almost match Anubis’s in size and girth. Ten inches long and at least three wide.
“That’s not good. It means your heart is fractured.” Mina pulled his shoulders back and cocked his head. “You’re not living your truest self.” Mina glanced again back at Anubis who nodded slowly. “We’re going to have to do something about that.”
Devon’s eyes moved slowly back to Mina’s, darted down to his cock, bulged briefly, then back to Mina. “What do you mean?” he asked, an undeniable shake in his voice. Anunmistakable thrill rising through him. And a very obvious boner pushing itself against his khakis.
Mina fluttered his eyes closed. Electricity filled the air, static and the smell of ozone before a lightning strike. He opened his eyes and continued, his voice dark and husky, “I sense you know what I mean.”
With Devon’s hands still clutched in his, Mina turned and pulled his classmate toward the doorway at the end of the room leading to the mummification chamber. But before they stepped through, Anubis snagged Mina’s arm, pulling him aside.
“Go ahead in,” Mina said, gently pushing Devon through the doorway.
Anubis smiled down at Mina once the two were alone. “I sense something new rising up inside you.”
“So do I,” said Mina, though he couldn’t say exactly what it was. It felt big. Like he’d been kneeling all his life, and now he was standing. He felt bigger. Braver. Truer somehow.
Anubis stepped away for a moment before coming back with a newshendyt,black this time, like Anubis’s, which he fastened to Mina’s thin hips and which barely covered Mina’s enormous cock that hung thick and fat between his legs.
“Yeah, are we going to talk about whatever unholy magic you worked down there?”
“Nothing wrong with yours just the way it was. I just sensed that, for the task at hand, an upgrade might be enjoyable.”
“I mean, I’m not complaining,” Mina said, dancing his hips from side to side as his new tool slapped against his oiled thighs.
“Here,” said Anubis. “Let’s complete your new look.”
To Mina’s lean biceps, Anubis clamped two golden cuffs. In an X across his chest and back, a black leather harness, woven with gold. From the mantle over the fire, he pulled down a small jar with a brush sticking out from the top and proceeded to paint dark lines along both of Mina’s eyelids, ending in a long line ateach outer corner so that his eyes mirrored the dark and severe look of countless depictions of Egyptian royalty. On his head, nestled in the wild curls, Anubis placed a delicate crown of gold, and around his neck, a golden chain with a black stone scarab resting against the middle of his chest.
“There,” Anubis said, smiling. “Now, you look like a god. And, I have to admit, I really, really want to fuck you.”
“Patience,” Mina said, with a cheeky wink.
Before Mina stepped into the mummification room, Anubis pressed the cold metal handle of the flail into his hands.
“Just in case,” he smirked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RESURRECTION
Devon stood in the middle of the room, his arms clutched nervously across his body. He eyed the mummification table, not knowing its purpose but visibly not trusting the straps he saw draped across the worn wood surface.
As Mina stepped into the room, the static charge returned. Even from several paces away, Mina could see Devon’s pupils dilate and his chest expand and contract in quick succession.
“Ok, this has been a super fun game, and you’re obviously enjoying playing dress up with wolf god in there, but we should probably go find the group, right? Get out of here before we’re turned into human sacrifices or consumed by beetles? I’ve seen that movie, and I don’t think Brendan Frazier is going to come rescue us, so…”
Again, Devon was pointedly avoiding looking at Mina. Glancing between his shoes, the table, the fire at the far end of the room. Anywhere but at the god-like human walking slowly toward him.
Mina didn’t say a word. He let Devon ring out his own nervousness like a soaked rag. He stared into his classmate’s eyes. There was fear. But there was also want. Desperate,shame-drenched want. There was an unspoken desire to drop his authoritative facade. His pretense of lording over everyone so that he could maybe make himself feel less powerless. Less invisible. Mina could sense that he wanted to put an end to the show and be truly seen for the first time. Mina saw him for what he was. Hungry. Ready for release. Ready for someone to give him permission to drop all of it and bare his most vulnerable self.
Mina reached out a hand and pressed the tip of his index finger to Devon’s bottom lip. The other boy stood about four inches taller than Mina, at least six feet.
Devon blinked slowly, his mouth opening slightly. Mina ran his finger around the soft, dry lips.
