IN THE TEMPLE OF ANUBIS (Patreon)

The sun was setting, and my friend Jaxon had not yet returned from the temple. It was forbidden to be out after dark, so I went to find out what was keeping him. As I crept inside to investigate, I couldn't believe what I saw. There was Jaxon suspended in the arms of Anubis, whimpering and whining like a lost puppy as the living statue accepted his sacrifice for a good harvest. So transfixed by the spectacle, I stayed silent as poor Jaxon dangled helplessly above the stone floor. But the more I watched, the more it seemed that Jaxon was enjoying the God's deep and gentle touch, and soon, I was fondling myself and wishing it was me in his place.

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