Page 33 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Mina stepped forward. “Turn around and keep your arms at your side. I want you to look at yourself. I want you to find the things you like and admire them. Then I want you to find the things you don’t like and look at them until you do.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” said Devon, still rubbing his tender skin.
Mina raised the flail above his head, and Devon spun on his heels. “Ok, ok, geez.”
Devon looked at himself, his eyes searching his own face, pointedly avoiding his body.
“Explore,” Mina said. “Wander. Linger. Let all of your bullshit go and just let yourself see yourself for the first time.”
Devon sighed loudly and let his eyes fall to his body. He squirmed uncomfortably as his eyes moved from his broad chest to the small, soft curves of his tummy. He looked down the length of his legs, dusted in short dark fur and ending with his feet, long toes squirming against the stone.
Minutes went by. As they did, Devon began to relax. He cocked his head, lingering on his chest. He reached a hand up and rubbed up and down the modest curve of his pec muscle. So much of their world had been about making less of themselves. Putting to death every sinful thought. But this was Devon’s chance for his own awakening. His resurrection. Devon randown the length of his torso to his belly. He ran small circles over it, the beginning of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Mina noticed that Devon’s cock had begun to twitch, though Devon himself hadn’t seemed to notice.
Soon, both of Devon’s hands had left his side as he ran them across his body. His smile softened. His eyelids grew heavier. His breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped his lips. Devon stepped closer to the mirror, wanting to see himself more clearly. A tear pushed itself from the corner of his eye and smeared down his cheek.
“God, I feel like such a girl,” he said.
Mina forgave him for the ignorant comment. Devon was a newly recovering asshole.
“I’ve hated this body for so long. Hated what it looks like and everything it wants. Hated everything it represents. Everything they alwaystellus it represents, anyway. Sin. Shame. Denial. And now I just feel sad. It’s like I’ve had this best friend next to me my whole life who’s done nothing but love me while all I’ve done is hate him.”
Devon was finding the shattered pieces of himself. Collecting them. Turning them over in his hands and admiring them for the first time. And now Mina would help him piece them back together.
Slowly, Mina approached Devon from behind. He reached one arm across his middle, and the other he snaked up his chest and neck, finding his cheek. Mina rested his chin on Devon’s shoulder, pushing the boy’s head sideways so he could get to his ear. Mina traced his tongue around its edges, pressing into the dark corners and deep crevices.
Devon whimpered. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“This is your journey, Dev. I’m just pointing you in the right direction.”
Devon turned around, cupping Mina’s face in his hands, his eyes piercing. Unnamable want vibrated through him. “What are you going to show me next?” he whispered, reverent.
“On your knees.”
Devon knelt without a second of hesitation, looking up at Mina, eyes filled with abject obedience. He had been undone. And now he would be remade.
Mina pressed a thumb onto Devon’s soft, full lips. He pried open his mouth, pushing inside, and feeling the boy’s pliant tongue give to the pressure. His slick teeth. Warm, wet, and welcoming.
I thirsted in the barren land of Babylon.A memorized hymn thrummed in Devon’s mind.And nothing satisfying there I found…
Drink at the springs of living water,Mina answered.Where thirsty spirits can be satisfied.He reached for the clasp of hisshendytand, in one smooth motion, undid the gold hook, dropping the thin fabric to the floor. His cock sprang out, hitting Devon against the chin, and they both chuckled.
“Ummm,” Devon hummed. “I’m not sure what to do with this.”
“You don’t have to do anything but be willing,” Mina said, again stroking Devon’s mouth with his fingers. As Devon opened, Mina wrapped his hands around his cock and brought it to Devon’s lips, his hot breath warming the throbbing head as he reached out a tentative tongue, just as Mina had done on his first time.
Devon’s want was so strong now that Mina could taste it. Honey and something floral. The other boy’s body shook like he was cold despite the sheen of sweat coating his bronze skin.
Take this…Mina grabbed the back of Devon’s head with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other as he pushedDevon’s lips apart with his cock…for it is my body given up for you.
Devon closed his eyes and moaned, and Mina pushed. Devon’s tongue ran up and down the underside of his cock as he did his best to tuck his teeth behind his lips.Good boy,thought Mina.Already a natural.
More. Devon looked up into Mina’s eyes. He wanted to please. Needed it.
Mina pushed until he hit the back of Devon’s throat. But the boy didn’t gag.Amazing,thought Mina.
Slowly, he pulled out, letting Devon pull in a ragged breath. “Oh my god. It’s so big.”
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Mina said as Devon’s eyes went wide with hunger. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, ready to be fed.
