For weeks, Max had prayed at the altar he had found between the legs of Anubis, god of the dead. His nights at the museum, once full of boredom and loneliness, were now ones of avid sexual devotion. Every night he would come to the statues that rested in the center of the Egyptian exhibit. There a man would appear, tall, beautiful, and always ready for him. There, Max would service his master. Taking his member deep into his mouth, savoring every taste, every thrust. He had grown very familiar with running his lips along that girthy cock, licking and kissing, losing himself in the moment. He would partake of Anubis's seed and awaken, just before dawn, safe and alone.
This night, however, was different. When he came to the statue, sure enough, Anubis appeared, but unlike before he did not proceed as he had all the nights prior. He looked Max up and down, a brow furrowed in displeasure and concern. "You are tired. I can see it in your being." At this Max felt confusion, then concern. He began to speak but Anubis held up a hand, then walked over to him. His form towered over Max but instead of a feeling of dominance, he radiated something else, something soothing. "You have been so good to me these past weeks." Wrapping an arm around Max's back he pulled him close." Do you trust me?" he asked. Max nods.
"Undress for me." Anubis commands, a bit of the force in his voice returning at that moment caused Max to immediately remember his place and comply, slowly removing his guard uniform and pants until he stood, naked in the middle of the hall. He could feel the eyes of his god upon him, every inch of him. He resists an urge to cover himself with his hands, why did he feel so exposed at this moment? He had been like this in front of many men. But for him to look at Max this way, it was not the same.
Anubis walked a slow circle around Max, trailing his fingers along his shoulder before running down his back and around to his now erect cock. Anubis gives a smile, something Max does not recall seeing before. There is a genuine happiness there but some air of intention he could not read. "You are beautiful," he says the words so plainly Max almost believes them. He had been called many things before, hot, sexy, delicious. Never beautiful. "You are going to feel something tonight no living person should."
Upon those words, Anubis shot out his hand. From the shadows come strands of cloth that begin to snake and wrap themselves over Max. There is an immediate moment of fear before Anubis's eyes once again meet his. Those black pools offered comfort and peace at the price of surrender. Trust. Max forced his nerves to calm as the cloth-bound his arms to his torso and legs together. The cloth performed its work well and eventually, all that remained uncovered was his face and cock, which was still fully hard despite or maybe from the fear. Anubis once more gave a smile before flicking his hand, making the cloth cover Max's eyes and mouth.
For Max, the world plunged into absolute darkness. His body for the most part, became an amorphous sea of nothing as the wrappings were soft and did not give off any sensation. He felt he could fall asleep like this were it not for the sensation in his lower half and the smell of musk in the air that reminded him whose presence he was in. "Tonight, I plan to give that mouth of yours a rest." He hears somewhere beyond the wrappings. All at once he notices two sensations at once, a hand wrapping around his balls squeezes softly. He cannot help but squirm slightly but his restraints prevent much movement.
The second sensation comes a moment later as two fingers slip within the cloth covering his ass. The fingers, large and smooth, gently prod at his hole. They were wet with something and before he knew it, Max felt the fingers slide inward, causing him to let out a moan only he could hear. "Relax," Anubis commanded as the fingers slid deep inside until they rested right above that perfect spot. They then slid out again and reentered. Max could feel his cock jump and throb with every entry, his body begging as the tension built in his groin. This continued, One hand lovingly caressing his sack and the fingers. It was not long before Max could feel as precum began to drip down the side of his untouched cock. At this moment another sensation joined, one he did not expect. A tongue, warm and strong, slid up the length of his own cock, before disappearing once more.
