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."