The Jackal's Slave

I was jolted awake from a dreamless sleep by the sound of metal tapping metal. I moved to rub the sleep from my eyes and was initially startled by the sensation of leather on my face, looking to see my hands completely enclosed in the leather mitts. I tried to sit up and bumped my head on the low ceiling of the cage before catching the glowing orange eyes of Anubis on the other side of the bars, knelt down to look at me lying there, gagged and exposed in nothing but the golden jockstrap forced onto me by the cultists who abducted me from the nightclub.

"Good morning, slave," Anubis said in his deep voice. "I hope you slept well. You have a busy day ahead of you."

He snapped his fingers and the cage door swung outward as he beckoned me toward him. I crawled out on my hands and knees and began to stand, but I was halted by the feeling of his strong hand on my shoulder, stopping me on my knees. I looked up to meet his gaze, eyes passing over the pristine black and gold shendyt around his waist, and his muscular abs and chest coated in a thin layer of sleek jet black fur as he moved his metal-tipped claws to rest under my chin. 

"Each morning, when I release you from whatever confinement I keep you in for the night, you will present to me on your knees to await further instructions," he said. "Only then may you rise to your feet to walk to where it is I need you. Do you understand?"

I nod my head, looking into his eyes in fear. 

"Good boy," he praised. As he said it, I felt a small jolt of sensation in my crotch. I couldn't possibly have been turned on by this, by the prospect of the rest of my life in service to Anubis. I shook off the feeling and awaited instructions from my new master.

"The first thing you'll do each morning is join me in the shower," he instructed coldly. "There, you will fully clean my body in preparation for the day. Because I am the last remaining god of old Egypt, there is very little to attend to with my domain and very few followers, which means I have much more time to devote to the pleasures you will provide." He chuckled. "It has been centuries here in the Duat since my last slave reached the end of his life, so I have plenty of energy saved up for you."

I shuddered at the thought of what he'd do to me. A god, alone for centuries, with no one to tend to his sexual needs. Surely my body wouldn't be able to handle it, I could hardly take his massive cock soft, much less with a full erection. And I'd only taken him orally. I'd never taken a man in the ass, surely he'd tear me apart.

"Today, after my shower, we will return here for another short bout of throat training," he said. "Once I'm satisfied with your progress, I will begin your anal training. How that goes is fully dependent on how well you satisfy me during your oral training. I can either start simply, with various toys to work you up to handling my cock, or if you leave me unsatisfied orally we shall jump straight into the deep end. I know that would be less preferable for you and your inexperience. I specifically request my worshippers for men like you with virgin assholes."

My breathing became heavier as I imagined the god's enormous fifteen-inch cock stretching me out, and my eyes began to well up at the thought of the immense pain.

Anubis laughed. "Don't worry, boy, you'll eventually become accustomed to my size." He waved his hand and my leather mitts unfused with the metal cuffs around my wrists. Anubis motioned me to stand and he removed the mitts, freeing my hands. I move my hands to the gag, anticipating his next moves, but his hand shoots out and snatches my wrist. He moves his head next to my ear.

"The gag stays in until I need your mouth, boy," he snarled, his breath hot against my neck. He waves his fingers and mutters something in ancient Egyptian and a spectral black chain appears connecting my wrist cuffs, pulling them together so that I can't separate them by more than five inches or so. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, his metal-tipped claws lightly bearing into my flesh as he began to steer me out of the bedroom and across the stone hallway into his bathing chamber. He dropped the shendyt from his waist, revealing his cock, still impressive despite the lack of an erection. He waved his hand and warm, steaming water began raining from the ceiling, cascading over his face and down his chiseled naked body. He conjured a sponge from seemingly nowhere and placed it in my hands as I stood next to him, staring at him as the water poured over me as well.

"Get started, boy," he said, sitting down on a wide stone cylinder that began to emerge from the ground. As he sat his legs spread wide for easy access. "Start from the top and work your way down."

I slowly stepped forward and Anubis placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me right next to him, our wet chests nearly touching. Even though he was sitting and I was standing, his enormous frame left his face level with mine. "Today, boy," he growled.

I reached out with my cuffed wrists and began to sponge away at his face, softly rubbing the sponge down the side of his jackal head. He closed his eyes and pulled me even closer, my chest making contact with the sleek wet fur of his chest as I began washing his neck and shoulders. He let out a slight moan as the sponge caressed his chest and he removed his hand from my back so he could extend his arms, allowing me to wash them. I started at his shoulders and slowly slid the sponge down his biceps, feeling the contour of his godlike form as I worked my way down his forearm and moved on to his other arm. 

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees as I stepped around to sponge his back.

"Dig in deep," he said. "I want this to feel like a massage."

I put more force into my washing, eliciting more sighs from the god. As I reached the bottom, he returned to his upright position and guided me back around to his front side, where he forced me down onto my knees. I looked up into his eyes and began cleansing his abs. As I ran the sponge and my hands over his sculpted stomach, I closed my eyes and began to fade away from reality. I felt another jolt through my crotch and my cock begin to stiffen. No, I can't be enjoying this! I brought myself back to my situation and felt my cock return to its normal state. 

My hands reached Anubis's hips and stopped, almost involuntarily, as I gazed at the massive black cock in front of me. The rain from the shower cascaded down the shaft and dripped from his giant testicles. He placed a clawed finger, the metal warmed from the water, under my chin and tilted it upward.

"Keep going," he said, his orange eyes glaring at me. "Going slower only delays what comes for you after, it doesn't prevent it. And wash my dick well, it's going in your mouth after all."

I swallowed the saliva accumulating behind the gag still firmly in my mouth and began dabbing at his cock. I held it out with one hand while the other cleaned it as Anubis moaned with a slight laugh.

"Oh yeah, boy, that's it," he sighed. "Keep it up like that and I might start looking into the old papyri about conferring immortality, keep you around as long as I'm here. I did manage to get my hands on Thoth's library before his last disciples perished."

My mind froze as I considered the possibility of being the god's sex slave for eternity. Surely he couldn't make me immortal just to serve him? Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought, mixing with the warm rain from above to hide my fear. I began washing Anubis's balls as I held them cupped in my left hand, feeling the weight of them heavy in my hand. Once I finished, I carefully cleaned down the thick trunk of each leg and lowered myself to the ground to wash his feet, easily the biggest I'd ever seen. 

Once I'd finished, Anubis snapped and the water ceased falling. He flicked his wrist and a black cotton towel appeared in his hand and he began to dry himself. He motioned me to stand and he led me to a large jar filled with some sort of fragrant oil, smelling of jasmine and cardamom. 

"After bathing, you'll rub this onto me," he said. "To keep my fur sleek."

I dipped my hands into the oil and began rubbing it into his body, feeling the shape of every muscle in his chest and arms as I anointed them in the aromatic oil. He moaned as my hands rubbed into his nipples, reflexively pulling me in closer by my lower back once more.

"Ra, you sure are good at this for a new offering," he whispered, his tongue flicking out onto my neck. "I can only imagine how good you'll be after years, or maybe even centuries of this."

I finished oiling up Anubis's body and he led me back into his bedroom, the red light a stark contrast to the light blues of the shower. He pushed me toward his bed, where he lay back, legs spread, his back against the ornate golden headboard. He motioned me forward, and I climbed onto the bed, feeling the soft satin of the black sheets against my bare knees as I crawled forward until I was face to face with him. He carefully removed the gag from my mouth and tossed it aside as he began to stroke his hardening cock.

"Let's see how well you do on a second try," he said, pulling my face towards him. He pressed the end of his jackal muzzle against my lips and began kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth. The taste was unlike any I'd ever experienced, like some sort of ancient spice no longer extant in the modern world. I felt another jolt in my cock as he continued kissing. He pulled away as his cock reached its full length and he motioned toward it. "You may begin," he said.

I gulped as I moved down to his crotch, cupping both his balls in my hands as I gazed into his stunning cock. I ran my tongue up its length, starting from the base, until I reached the head. He exhaled sharply as I placed the head in my mouth and began encircling it with my tongue. 

Anubis moaned as I slid his cock a few inches further into my mouth. "You sure know how to please a god," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Now keep going."

I began moving my head up and down on him, my tongue continuing to work the shaft. Anubis let out a deep sensual sound as I started to lightly massage his balls, as if working the divine cum out of them. 

"Oh, Ra, yes boy, keep that up," he sighed breathily. "If I didn't know better, with a mouth like that I'd think you were a god yourself."

He placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed downward until I had taken nearly two thirds of his cock down my throat, holding my head immobile as I struggled to breathe around his girth. I started to pull against the spectral chains binding my wrists as I frantically tried to inhale.

"Remember boy," he said, firmly holding my head in place. "You don't need to breathe in the Duat. Keep that at the back of your mind and this becomes much easier for you. Just stop breathing. It's unnecessary."

I continued struggling as his muscular hands held my head in place ten inches down on his cock. I could tell he wasn't going to let up until I stopped struggling and learned to take his cock deeper down my throat. I focused myself and stopped trying to breathe, as if I were holding my breath to go underwater. After some time I started to feel the need to inhale again, and began futilely thrashing as I struggled to breathe in around Anubis's giant cock in my throat. 

"Don't try holding your breath," he said, refusing to allow my head to budge. "Just simply let the breaths stop coming. You're not trying to hold your breath, you're ceasing breathing altogether."

I tried to compose myself, tears streaming down my cheeks from the discomfort of the sheer size of the phallus in my throat. Eventually I was able to recenter myself. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. In and out at a rate that seemed impossible, down to one or two breaths per minute. Eventually I allowed the breaths to cease completely. Anubis held my head in place for a few more minutes, and I was able to maintain my composure without the need to breathe.

"Good boy," he said after realizing I had done it. "It took my last slave nearly a week to master that. Now keep on going down, then back up. I want you sucking down the entire length of my dick."

Keeping myself from breathing, I allowed the pressure from Anubis's hands to slide my mouth down to the base of his cock, my nose touching the short fur directly below his abs. I pulled back up to the head, my tongue working him over the entire time, and slid back down to the base, feeling his width pressing against the walls of my throat. 

I kept up this process for hours, sliding up and down the entire length of his shaft, interspersed with the occasional deep guttural moan from Anubis in pleasure. Eventually, I felt his balls pulse in my hands and his cock jerked. He began pushing my head up and down at a faster pace. I maintained my lack of breathing as I felt his cock pulsate with every thrust, getting faster and faster. His moans got louder as he pressed my head up and down. At the zenith of his moans, he pulled my head back so that only the head of his cock was in my mouth. He let out another deep moan as I felt his cock spurt and the thick, warm feeling of his cum filled my mouth. The sensation was new, as the last time his cock was in my throat up to the hilt so that his seed shot directly into my stomach. The god's cum was viscous and salty, with a tinge of sweetness to it. He let out another burst and my mouth was completely full. I quickly tried to swallow in anticipation of his next shot, which came just as I felt the hot liquid sliding down my throat.

I kept up with his ejaculations as they came less frequently. He pulled my head off his cock and yanked me back so that I was laying face-up on his chest, my head tucked in the crook of his neck. He slid his hand up to my nipple, the cold metal claws tracing around them, sending chills through my chest and into my cock. I felt his heavy breathing on my back, the deep rise and fall of his muscled, glistening chest.

"You did well, boy," he breathed into my ear. "Better than I'd expected. I think this warrants easing into your anal training."

I'd been so caught up in servicing his cock that I'd forgotten there was more to come after. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled me out after him. He led me by the arm over to the sawhorse and pushed me face-down onto it. He snapped and the spectral chain binding my hands vanished.

"Place your arms and legs on the platforms on the sides of the sawhorse," he ordered. I obeyed, adjusting so that I was laying on the cushioned center of the sawhorse, straddling with my legs and arms level such that my ass was exposed, framed by the golden straps of the jockstrap. Anubis snapped his fingers and the same black spectral chains lashed out, binding my limbs to the sawhorse. I watched as Anubis walked toward the wall of gear and perused the selection of toys. He selected a set of deep blue lapis lazuli anal beads that got bigger one by one. He strode back toward me, polishing the first bead between his fingers as he stepped beside my head.

"This will be perfect to ease you into pleasuring me with your ass," he said. He waved his hand and a jar like the one in the shower appeared beside him, though this one was completely odorless and looked more viscous than the oil I lathered onto his body. He dipped the beads into the jar to lubricate them and stepped behind me. He ran his clawed finger down my ass and I squeezed my eyes shut. I'd never taken anything in my ass, and I had a feeling he wasn't stopping until the last bead, measuring roughly two inches in diameter, was firmly in my ass.

"It will help if you arch your back," he said, starting to press the first bead into my hole. I obeyed, eager to make this as smooth as possible. I let out an involuntary gasp as the first and smallest bead popped into me.

"Good boy," he mused at me. "Hope you like the feeling, it only gets bigger and deeper from here."

Anubis leaned over me and placed his hand over my mouth, allowing one finger to push past my lips. I circled the finger with my tongue as he started pushing the second bead in. I moaned around his finger as it faced more resistance than the first, stretching out my asshole. I let out a squeak as the second bead slid fully in and my hole closed around it. I felt a shock go through my cock as it started to harden from the stimulation in my ass. 

This cycle continued for the next three beads, each one facing more resistance from my tight hole as I moaned around Anubis's finger in my mouth, each gasp successively louder, eliciting chuckles from Anubis.

"You're taking these like a champion, boy," he laughed. "You'll be taking my cock in no time."

I reflexively pulled against the spectral chains keeping me in place on the sawhorse. The last bead had pushed me to my limits, and was the most discomforting sensation I'd felt as it stretched my hole to slide in, and there was still the final and largest bead remaining. I felt like I'd tear in two if Anubis tried to push the last bead in.

Almost as if reading my mind and doing everything in his power to spite me, Anubis began to press the cold stone of the final bead against my sphincter. I whined against the finger in my mouth as he pressed harder, laughing at my pain as he did. My erect cock strained against the fabric of my jockstrap as Anubis leaned down next to my ear.

"Get ready, boy," he whispered. My breathing quickened, forgetting my attempts to stop it from before. "Here comes the last one."

Anubis gave one final push and the bead slid through and I released a loud moan around the god's finger. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and wiped my saliva on the fur of his thigh. I continued moaning at the novel sensation of the stone beads filling my ass as Anubis walked back toward the wall of gear. He picked a gold metal gag off the wall and returned to me, moaning and squirming on the sawhorse at the pain and stimulation. He laughed at my struggling as he squatted so our faces were level, his orange eyes aglow with a malicious energy.

"Those are some beautiful sounds you're making there, boy," he said, licking his lips. "I think I'd like to listen to that a while longer. Hope you're comfortable."

Between my moans, Anubis placed the metal of the gag between my teeth and tightened the strap around my head. He squeezed a small lever on the side and the gag ratcheted open, spreading my mouth open even wider. I looked at him in fear, which only made him laugh more, each laugh mixing with my moans. 

"That should keep things interesting," he said, smiling before he leaned forward and ran his tongue around my forcibly open mouth. He stood to his full eight-foot height and retreated behind me back to his bed as I started to become more accustomed to the feeling of the beads, my moans becoming softer and less constant.

"Hm," Anubis said. "Sounds like things are dying down over there already. I'll have to do something about that, then."

The god uttered something in ancient Egyptian and I suddenly felt the stone beads begin to vibrate. The constant buzzing reignited the sensations from before, in addition to new ones that caused my moaning to resume.

"Every time you start to get used to it, the vibrations get stronger," Anubis explained. "So I suggest you keep me happy and keep up that moaning."

I could hear Anubis laughing in his bed slightly behind me to my left side, just out of sight. The incessant vibrations of the beads forced even more and even louder involuntary moans out of my mouth held open by the gag. Unable to close my mouth or swallow, saliva began dripping from the corners of my mouth onto the stone floor, illuminated by the deep crimson from the torches lining the walls. I had no idea how long Anubis could sit and watch me struggle and listen to me moan, but he had an eternity, and he was patient. I felt my cock pulse between my stomach and the sawhorse as I moaned through the gag, bracing myself for however long he could keep me like this, forcing myself not to think about what could be coming after.