CHAPTER SEVEN #2
The last of Mina to be wrapped was his head.
But before Anubis laid the final strips down, he looked into Mina’s eyes from behind and above, so that the god’s head loomed surreally upside down in Mina’s tunneled vision.
“I know your heart. I know your soul. Have comfort. Give in to your wants. Leave nothing behind. Hold back nothing. Open your soul to me.”
“Yes, Lord,” Mina said, the title escaping his lips without a thought. Already, he was starting to think of Anubis as something more than just some creature or monster or even some generic, foreign god.
Yes, Lord.
Anubis took two thick tufts of cotton and spiraled them deep into Mina’s ears, and as he laid the final wrappings, Mina was rendered blind and deaf. Anubis was careful to lay the straps so that Mina’s mouth remained unobstructed.
At least I will be able to breathe, Mina thought.
But only when I allow you to breathe, came a foreign thought in reply.
If Mina had been permitted even the smallest movements, he would have jumped at the strangeness of it. The god’s thoughts were somehow in his head.
Soon, the wrapping was completed, and Mina found himself in a dark and senseless abyss.
Unable to hear. Unable to see. Almost like being underwater.
Long seconds went by. Then minutes. Abyss.
That word took on new meaning in this place in the presence of the god of the afterlife.
Mina felt panic start to well up. He took in a deep breath, held it, and pushed it slowly out of his mouth.
Trust. I trust you. You wouldn’t hurt me, right? Lord…
He let that word, trust, fill him up. Tamp down the welling panic.
And as it filled his mind, it also filled his body.
He felt muscles that he hadn’t realized he’d been straining finally relax.
His mind went blank. The soreness in his joints subsided.
His body began to cool, even in the warmth of the room.
He was empty of thoughts. Empty of worry.
Filled only with the contentment of simply being.
He chuckled to himself, imagining how he probably looked.
Imagining himself feeling contentment and happiness in such a strange, absurd, terrifying place.
The chuckle turned into a laugh. He smiled.
After a few more moments, Mina felt a pair of huge, strong hands wrap around his waist and pull his stiff body closer toward the end of the table until his head hung upside down over the side.
While it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, it was a strange position to be moved into.
And then he understood. His mouth facing out. His throat parallel with the table.
As soon as the thought occurred to him, he felt something warm and soft press against his lips.
Mina pinched his mouth closed, but the sensation remained, neither pushing in nor pulling away.
Waiting. Timidly, Mina pushed out his tongue against it.
He felt the unmistakable head of a penis.
A big one. A really fucking big one. A warm stickiness coated his tongue.
Bitter and sweet. Cloves and honey. He licked a slow circle around it, spellbound by the softness.
The way the head gave slightly under the pressure.
The way it spasmed as he ran his tongue around the ridge of it.
What was he supposed to do now? Mina had never done, had barely even allowed himself to fantasize about, any of this.
TRUST, boomed the thought in his head.
Trust, he agreed.
Mina opened his mouth wide.
I want you, he prayed. I want all of you. Every fucking inch.
And for the first time in his life, Mina felt an answer to his prayers.
The head of the god’s cock pressed fully into his mouth.
Mina relaxed his jaw to accept it. He rolled the underside of his tongue around the top of it, teasing the valley beyond the ridge of the head.
The huge, throbbing vein that ran across the top.
Lacking his sense of sight and sound, all of Mina’s attention was focused on that sole sensation.
And so he continued, exploring the skin like a topographical map.
Memorizing the shapes, savoring every supple and rigid surface.
Too soon, Anubis pulled himself back out, and just as he felt his body attempt to reach out in protest, he was back, pushing in further this time.
More and more until Mina felt the cock just begin to touch the back of his tongue.
Anubis pulled out and pushed again, this time pressing fully against the back of Mina’s throat. Mina started to gag, but Anubis did not pull out. Instead, he pushed harder. Mina choked, and his body convulsed.
Release your fear. Tear down the obstacles. Open yourself to what you want. To all that I have to give.
Mina pulled in a ragged breath through his nose and back out through his mouth, thick saliva gathering at his lips and pooling in his cheeks.
He relaxed more deeply into the table. Into himself.
Anubis pushed. The thick head of his cock slid easily with the natural lubricant accumulating in his mouth, past Mina’s uvula and down the length of his throat.
Mina felt the skin in his neck stretch to accept it.
Every time Mina thought Anubis would stop and pull out, he kept pushing.
All ten inches of thick, bulging cock slid its way down Mina’s tight throat.
Mina focused on keeping his body relaxed, and soon his apprehension gave way to a shock of pleasure.
Mercifully, Anubis had bound him with his cock pressed up against his stomach, and the small bit of movement that Mina was now afforded since relaxing his muscles meant that as he ground his hips forward, his cock was free to slide against the soft fabric.
The minimal grinding sensation was enough to cause Mina’s body to grow electric.
He couldn’t hear or see or feel anything other than Anubis in his throat and his own hardness grinding against the cotton.
The wave of an orgasm was already beginning to rise, low and deep.
Mina stopped, denying himself the immediate release so he could prolong it.
He didn’t want to be satisfied until Anubis was satisfied.
Anubis pulled out, and Mina gasped. He hadn’t realized how long he’d had to hold his breath as Anubis had fed the entire length of himself down his throat.
Just as Mina felt the burn in his lungs subside, he felt the head of the god’s cock press against his lips again.
But this time, he didn’t wait for Mina to accept it.
Anubis pressed himself forward in one fluid motion so that within seconds, Mina felt the slap of huge balls against his forehead.
Anubis held himself there. Second after second.
Mina’s lungs began to burn, but he trusted.
He soaked in the pleasure of being filled so fully.
Being used so completely. Mina began to gyrate his hips once more against the cotton wrappings.
Again and again, until three times he had to stop himself from coming.
Just as Mina was starting to see spots, Anubis removed himself from Mina’s throat.
Mina gasped and coughed, thick ribbons of saliva stretching from his mouth and soaking the cloth around his face.
He panted. He felt the vibrations of moans and wails of pleasure release from his throat, though he couldn’t hear what he said or what he sounded like.
He didn’t care. They were for Anubis. An offering of ecstasy.
Just then, Mina felt two huge hands press against his chest. The palms so big and fingers so long that they stretched from the top of his sternum down to his belly button.
As the god held onto his mortal boy, he again pressed his cock to Mina’s mouth.
Mina opened hungrily, his groin burning with desire.
He was insatiable. Ravenous. He wanted to take and be taken from.
Use me, Lord. Fuck my goddam face and use me up.
Mina felt the god’s fingers tighten around his torso, the pricks of his claws poking through the cotton.
And then Anubis slammed his cock down Mina’s throat with a speed and force that made him gag and convulse.
Again, he felt gobs of thick mucus come away with Anubis's cock as he pulled it out and slammed it back in, the thick saliva serving as a gliding lube so that before long the god was slamming his cock down Mina’s throat with such speed and force that Mina’s world became an orgasmic swirl of gagging, choking, and feeling the thick bulging cock of the jackal god filling him up and taking as much pleasure as it was giving.
Soon, Mina couldn’t stand it any longer as the orgasm began to force its way through.
Don’t stop, Mina thought, his mind a cacophony of incomprehensible affirmations. A gluttonous garble of yes and please and harder and take me as I am.
And so Anubis obliged, harder and faster than Mina would have thought he could take.
Mina could sense that Anubis was close. Could feel the shudder of it in his own mind.
Mina ground his hips with wild abandon into the cotton wrappings.
Ironically, Mina had never felt so free, so unbound.
There was no divine condemnation. No tally marks racking up against him in a holy book of judgment.
No dead relatives sitting on clouds watching and weeping.
There was only his skin. The sizzling nerves.
The unfathomable attention of a deity who was slowly unwinding the knotted up tangle of Mina’s carefully constructed disguise, who saw the questions and curiosities and carefully entombed longings of his heart, pounding them into oblivion.
The hungry thing in Mina’s gut convulsed, every nerve in his skin detonating as his cock exploded huge bursts of hot come onto himself.
He felt it pump and pump and pump, and despite the tightness of the cotton fabric, it soaked as far up as his throat.
The wrappings around his entire torso were soaked through with the hot warmth of his release.
Slowly, Anubis removed himself from Mina’s throat, and Mina gasped for air, spitting out the thick saliva still lubricating his throat.
What about you? I want to taste you.
Patience, boy. Came the god’s reply. Patience.
Still, Mina was hard. And the feeling of his own come soaking through the cotton wrappings and the memory of the bulging jackal god fucking the shit out of his face made him shiver with pleasure all over again.
Out of nowhere, Mina felt another orgasm rise to the surface.
He knew that Anubis was watching, and so he ground himself against the fabric.
Within seconds, he was coming again. Not as much as before, but still, he shot again and again a fresh, warm load, a pool of warm come collecting at his back.
His eyes rolled with exhaustion and pleasure. And something else.
It wasn’t just lust. Or reverence. A different kind of warmth spread across his chest. A remembered hymn came in answer. Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down; Darkness be over me, my rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be; Nearer, my God, to thee.
The feeling was foreign and forbidden. He fought it off, unwilling to give it room to breathe or space to ask for more, as sleep rolled over his body like a fog.