CHAPTER TWO #2
The hungry thing in his belly groaned with want.
It was a foreign feeling. Mina had never been a creature of want; he’d always been a creature of musts.
His studies, his family, his obligations to his church.
So, he hardly ever touched himself. Not even in secret moments back home.
But there was something different about this place.
These quiet tunnels. Some primordial darkness that permitted the impermissible.
That closed a blind eye to lustful desires and dark secrets.
Where sin was a foreign word. A heady scent upon the air pulled at the thing growing deep down inside of Mina.
The black constellation below his waistband tingled.
He touched the figure of the man on the wall.
The one kneeling and prostrate before the giant figure of the jackal god.
He imagined the man’s dark skin paling to a marble white, the hair growing and curling to a golden blond.
Mina imagined himself. A surge of electricity shot through his fingers at touching something so priceless it should probably be behind glass.
Reckless and without his normal hesitation, he grabbed his throbbing cock in his pants and squeezed.
A wave of pleasure threatened to buckle his knees.
His pants were too tight to comfortably contain both his fist and his engorged cock, so he unzipped them and let them hang loose around his slim hips, fully exposing himself to the darkness of the tomb.
The cool air welcomed his warmth, and he grew even harder.
Slowly, he began to move his hand down the length of himself.
Dry and sticky from sweat, Mina spat in his hand, and his eyes rolled back as he stroked his now slick length, lusting hungrily after the god of the afterlife.
A cloud of shame tried to conjure itself above him, but it was weak.
Insubstantial. Nothing like what he used to feel back home in the rare moments of release beneath the cover of night and heavy blankets in his bed.
Nothing like the celestial eyes he always felt on him.
Reading his thoughts. Marking his sins down to be recounted on the day of judgment.
You shouldn’t be doing this, he told himself. This is so wrong. But was it? He wondered what Anubis himself would think. Where had that thought come from?
The tentative wisps of shame were gone, and all that was left was Mina and the darkness and the jackal god.
Mina stroked harder. Faster. He leaned back, the cool stone pressing against his exposed backside, sending another chill across his already electrified skin.
A soft whimper escaped his throat. Mina was writhing in a dark cavern of pleasure.
The deep roots of want pushed into his extremities, stretching out his skin until all the misshapen parts were laid bare for the darkness and only the darkness to see.
In this black and blissful moment, Mina no longer fit the shapes he was always trying to stuff himself into.
Star student, worthy son, godly servant.
In this moment, he was only this. Pleasure and want.
As his balls began to tighten, Mina felt the orgasm gather itself.
Oh no. He didn’t mean to let it get this far, but the climax was unstoppable at this point.
Where should he finish? He didn’t want to stain his clothes.
At the last second, a terrible, irresistible idea came to him.
He stepped up to the wall and, with a spasm of pleasure, let his lust erupt directly onto the feet of the painted depiction of Anubis.
An ancient, priceless work of art, and Mina had painted over it with his come.
The awful desecration thrilled him, pushing wave after wave from his throbbing cock onto the wall, running down the long, black feet of the jackal god.
A rumble, deep below, as the final spasm left Mina breathless and clutching the wall and chest of the painting.
An earthquake? Disheveled, Mina tucked himself back into his pants and prepared to make his way back to the main path.
But as he turned left to go back the way he came, instead of a long tunnel, he found a solid wall.
What? He must have gotten disoriented and turned the wrong way.
Though he didn’t remember having come to a dead end when he’d stopped in this spot.
In fact, he was almost certain the path had continued further ahead.
Though maybe all the blood throbbing through his penis had confused his perception, and he’d been wrong.
Mina turned and walked the opposite way.
The images on the wall, though similar to the ones he’d seen walking down, didn’t seem to be the same.
Had he been that distracted? And why did it seem like he was walking downward, deeper into the structure?
In fact, the farther Mina walked, the steeper the path became.
This was wrong. He would have remembered walking steeply uphill on his original detour.
Just as Mina was considering turning back around, another rumble, closer this time, shook the ground beneath his feet.
Mina reached to steady himself on the wall and smashed his fingers against the rough stone.
The wall felt closer than it should have.
Mina looked left and then right. No. The walls were definitely closer together than they’d been before.
A deeper, more violent rumble. Mina actually felt the walls inch closer.
This time, the rumble didn’t stop, and neither did the movement of the walls.
The tomb was changing around him. Closing in. He was going to be crushed.
Mina ran.
What he was running toward, he had no idea, but it didn’t matter. Alarm bells blared in his head that this was some sort of ancient booby trap, but it was either stay and be crushed or run toward whatever was ahead. Mina couldn’t imagine a worse death than being turned into a tiny human pita bread.
So Mina ran and ran, his heart exploding in his chest, pounding in his throat.
Up ahead, a warm glow pooled in the center of his vision.
Whether or not it represented safety, he couldn’t be sure, but it was something, and so Mina threw himself into an all-out sprint toward it.
In another few seconds, the walls would be scraping at his shoulders.
The glow grew larger. Mina recognized a doorway, the end of the tunnel, and a room beyond.
It was safety, if only temporary. The walls started to snag at the sleeves of his polo, the opening just a few hundred feet away now.
A jagged edge of stone hooked the seam of his sleeve and ripped the shirt nearly in half so that it hung completely off his right shoulder.
The lean meat of his arm burned as he turned sideways and threw himself into the room, a thunderous crash behind him sending dust and a shower of small rocks over his body as Mina skid across the smooth stone floor.