Page 9 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Mina felt his body, like an entity all its own, aching for the sting. For this god’s eyes on him. For the deep quake of that voice. The spice and smoke of his breath. A wild thought came into Mina’s mind, escaping before he could catch it.
“Make me.Jackal.”
The god’s eyes blazed; one ear twitched; the corner of his mouth on one side quirked up. Anubis raised his flail again and brought it down even harder, this time across Mina’s exposed upper thighs.
“Aaaah god…” Mina threw one hand over his mouth and the other over the sting across his thighs. This time, he had been ready for the pain. This time, he had welcomed it. Mina looked down and saw that he was fully erect now and pushing the fabric of hisshendytinto an absurd bulge in the front.
Anubis looked down with a wide, wolfish grin. “Son of man likes pain. Craves power over his body.”
With the long claw of his index finger, Anubis flicked the edge of Mina’s garment, and it fell away around him. Minawas now completely naked and exposed. His cock throbbing painfully, the head bulging and veins thickening. Mina blanched at the vulgar image. Anubis ran the smooth top side of his claw along the underside of Mina’s cock from base to tip. Mina’s eyes rolled back.
“Look at yourself in the silver,” the god gestured to the mirror in front of him.
Mina looked, shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He looked away. A thunderous crack through the room and a deep growl.
Mina looked back.
A softer voice, like a secret whispered in his ear. “Look. See. Believe.”
Mina didn’t know what Anubis meant, but he lowered his hands and looked. The red stripes across Mina’s stomach and thighs prickled and burned. He pressed a hand to the tender flesh of his abs and felt the muscles firm beneath his fingers. Hard. Strong.
His stomach pulsed. His cock twitched. Mina never liked being naked. To him, it was a transitional state between undressing, bathing, and dressing. What else was there? When life was about the avoidance of temptation, it was best to move quickly through the valleys of shadow. But now, in the safety of this darkness, where he felt he could let himself stretch into new shapes, explore unfamiliar depths, Mina allowed himself to look at his body in a new light.
In the mirror, golden light shone across his pale skin. He ran his hands down his stomach to the V line of his hips, tracing down to either side of his cock and balls and underneath to the smooth taint. Mina had always been rather naturally hairless, which he never fully appreciated until now, as his hands ran easily across his skin, his long fingers reaching back and just feeling the beginnings of the opening of his ass. He brought hishands back and, with warmth spreading through every inch of him, wrapped around his throbbing cock. The oil was warm and slick, and he ran his hand back and forth.
“Yes, boy. Trust your desires. Let your body bask in itself. Give and take of itself. This is how you supplicate. This is how you worship.”
Mina closed his eyes and let the hungry thing grow as a deep shudder washed over him. The perpetual guilt of his desires had always robbed him of most of the pleasure of masturbation in the past, and all he’d ever been left with was a weak tremble and a small burp of sticky mess.
But this was different.
In the safety of this darkness, Mina could feel years of repression bubbling up. He opened his eyes and saw the jackal god, head tilted, looking down. Watching him, the red flame of his eyes softened again to an ember. Mina stroked harder, his breath coming and going in short, erratic bursts. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth as a soft purr escaped him, answered quickly by a deep growl from the god that vibrated between his toes. Mina’s knees grew weak as the waves of an orgasm took over his body. His balls tightened up as the first thick ropes of come shot the nearly three-foot distance between him and Anubis, landing on the giant god’s feet. The sight of it fanned the flame now burning through him, and the next shot was even thicker, harder. Over and over he came, more than ever in his life. More even than when he’d pleasured himself in the tunnels earlier. As he finished, he fell to his hands and knees, spent and breathless.
Amen,Mina thought.
A growl, low and contented, rumbled from the god’s throat. “Clean it,” he said.
This time, Mina didn’t hesitate. He knelt before Anubis, hands splayed on the ground, and licked every drop of come from his feet until they glistened like polished stone.
CHAPTER FIVE
WOUND
Shame fell upon Mina like a plague of darkness.
Ate at him like locusts.
His own come sat coiled and fanged in his gut.
The pain from the flail burned across his stomach as he lay in the middle of the giant bed Anubis had carried him to after he’d cried himself into a near panic attack.
The tears had come hot and fast, Mina’s come-slick mouth still pressed to the black feet of the monster. He’d fisted his hands into his hair and choked on the sobs until he’d felt hands on his shoulders, clawed and foreign, a soft, deep rumble all around him. He’d jerked away, huddled against the wall where the straps that had bound his hands lay discarded.
“Get away from me!” He’d tried to growl, but it had come out unintelligible. High-pitched and childish.
The creature’s hands had persisted until they cocooned Mina’s quaking body, lifting him a short distance to a huge, plush bed in the center of the room that hadn’t been there before.Had it?The taste of his sin pooled bitter and thick on his tongue, the aftertaste of poisoned fruit. Mina had pulled a fur tight around him, pushing a frayed corner of it into his mouth,biting, feeling the musky hairs catch between his teeth and tickle at the back of his throat.
“Forgive me,” he’d pleaded into the fur. “Save me.” To God. To no one.
