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Servant of the Nile

Seth dipped the front of his spear to the sand, circling back. The two other boys shuffled forward, tiny clouds kicked up by their bare footpaws. To his left was a fennec, the right a hyena, each of them wielding a single khopesh. Seth's long tail swished behind him, checking the space was clear to back into, brushing over the soft sand. The boys' weapons were all dulled for training, but that didn't mean they wouldn't hurt if you got hit.

“Alright now, Seth," said the fennec, a boy named Masud. He twirled his khopesh, grinning as his giant ears flicked readily. “You have to make a move eventually."

“Maybe he's scared," added the hyena, who was named Heqet. “He knows the Pharaoh's man is watching. Knows he is only going to embarrass himself!"

Seth controlled the twitch in his face, exhaling. This was the final trial, and if he impressed the Pharaoh's representative, he could finally leave this village and its small-minded fools behind him.

“Is that right? Are you scared, Seth?" Heqet giggled, skipping forward and lashing out a wide feint. Seth didn't take the bait, swivelling backwards to close off any chances Masud might take. Two on one was hardly fair, but that was the point of the trial. Seth let his hackles settle down, he knew he was the best in this village. He'd beaten each of these boys a dozen times before, and now was no different. The Pharaoh needed him, and he wanted to get out and pledge his loyalty to the master of the Nile as fast as he was able.

“Gonna wet yourself?" Masud's voice, low and dangerous. Nobody thought Seth was good enough to protect the Pharaoh. He knew about their whispers, the gossip. That strange orphan boy's been creeping about again. He's so intense, always staring. Why doesn't he talk more?

Seth couldn't wait to prove them all wrong. Like a striking viper he attacked, jack-knifing the tip of his spear between Masud's feet, smacking the head painfully against the sides of his ankles. Heqet took the opportunity and swiped forward, but Seth raised the butt of his spear, knocking the blow aside. He backed away, bringing the spearhead around and thrusting it towards the hyena. Two stabs were deflected, as Seth alternated between keeping Heqet at bay and switching to push back Masud. They wanted to close him out, flank around his side, but he would not allow it!

Finally he found an opening in the hyena's defence, going low then jerking the spear up, rapping Heqet painfully on the knuckles. The boy cried out and dropped his sword, and Seth 'killed' him with a blunted stab to the chest.

“Ow!" Heqet cried out, clutching his sternum as he fell back in the sand. “You don't have to go so hard!"

Seth ignored the cry. He could hear the watching adults murmur appreciatively as he whirled on Masud, delivering a flurry of strikes designed to overwhelm the fox. The fennec did well to parry and dodge the assault, but he was continually pushed back, until his foot came down on his own tail. He squeaked in surprise and Seth smacked him in the side of the head, the wooden shaft banging off the boy's training helmet as he fell to the ground. Seth dashed up, twisting the spear and aiming the point down at Masud's neck.

“Match!" Cried the boys' trainer, and the audience all began to clap, muttering to one another how they'd 'always been certain' Seth would best the others. Funny, he thought, how they'd never mentioned that to him before the fight.

“Help you up?" He asked, offering Masud his paw. The fennec smacked him aside, pushing himself up and brushing the sand from his hide.

“You better hope the Pharaoh takes you, frog-licker," the fox whispered. “Otherwise you will regret making me look like a fool!"

Seth said nothing, and Masud shoved past him as he stormed out of the training ring. Seth put it from his mind, shaking his neck out as he returned his spear to the rack, approaching his trainer. The old Nubian ibex stood leaning up against the fence post, deep in conversation with a wide, muscular crocodile.

“Ah! Here comes the boy now," said Amunet, turning to bring his pupil closer. The ibex's long curved horns stretched up over his head and behind him, often forgetting how far they went back whenever he turned about. Amunet had gone blind in one eye, but Seth knew the old man had forgotten more about single-combat than anyone in the village would ever know. Seeing the expectant look on the jackal's face, Amunet gestured to the crocodile, who stood nearly a full head taller than them both. “Seth, this is Master Djedi, he's a nobleman from Thebes. He has come searching for a new servant to join the Pharaoh."

“Well met, most gracious," Seth said softly, bowing gently. “You humble me with your presence." As he righted himself, he took in the sight of the large man. Rippling deep green scales, with a golden underbelly hard as stone. He wore loose leather skirts, with a dangerously sharp sword hanging at his waist. His torso was bare, as was often custom in Thebes, and the thick black hairs atop his head had been woven into braids which ran down the back of his neck.

“That was an impressive display, young one," said Djedi, his voice so deep it made Seth's insides quiver. He felt the crocodile's orange eyes scour his body expertly, the way a mason might study a piece of stone for potential carvings. “Tell me, how old are you, boy?"

Seth frowned, but was determined to remain obedient. “Eighteen harvests, Master, nineteen soon enough."

“Almost too old, but… you are a jackal, yes? The palace retinue is lacking one of your ilk. Now, give me your paw, boy." Before Seth could offer it up, the crocodile took his arm, turning the paw over to examine it.

“I wish to be in the Pharaoh's personal retinue," Seth said, trying to project firmness into his voice, praying to all the Gods it didn't choose then to crack. “A goal I have worked my entire life for, Master Djedi. I would be a most loyal bodyguard for the Divine One, my blood should be happily spilled in his honour!"

“The boy has no true family here," said Amunet. “You can see how eager he is to serve, and he is a fine fighter, you saw with your own eyes."

“Yes," Djedi cocked his head, releasing Seth's arm. “A strong, capable warrior indeed. Yet the Pharaoh has many capable warriors…"

Seth's heart began to sink. Already he was struck with the potential future of being trapped here in his village. Doomed to hack away at crops, his real skills going to waste. Heqet and Masud would never forgive him for the attention Djedi had given him, and they'd make his life even more miserable.

“But you said the palace was in need of a jackal!" Seth piped up, glancing between them. “Please, Master Djedi, I have only ever dreamed of serving the Divine Pharaoh. This village holds nothing to me, and I would not miss it, not for this chance to loyally defend the Divine One!"

“You see," Amunet added gently.

“I'd do anything the Pharaoh asks of me!" Seth promised.

Djedi seemed to consider this. Finally, he glanced across to a small supply shed down near the edge of the river. “Come with me then boy, if you are truly so eager."

Seth's tail wagged behind him, and he skipped along behind the crocodile, hurrying to keep up with the man's gigantic steps. Djedi led him right into the shed, closing the door behind them. It was a squat, brick building by the edge of the water, surprisingly cool inside. Light streamed in through slits in the roof, but they were otherwise alone. Seth was instantly struck by how much wider the crocodile seemed in the cramped interior, dust motes swirling around his head as he moved.

“You are fit enough," Djedi said. His claws poked and prodded at Seth's shoulders, trailing down his front. Like the other warriors-in-training, Seth was dressed with a loose brown skirt, and a leather collar sitting over his collarbone. His upper body was left mostly exposed, the dark black fur of his hide swallowing his muscle definition. A lighter greyish colour graced the fur on his belly, running down to his crotch and thighs beneath his skirts.

Nervousness danced up Seth's spine as Djedi continued to feel him down. The smooth scales of the crocodile's claws traced the edges of his abdomen, pinching at the loose bit of fat, sounding out the muscles.

“A little soft around the middle, but there is good muscle there too," the crocodile muttered, almost to himself. “Wide hips."

“I am fit and healthy as I can be, Master," Seth said softly. Djedi suddenly took his chin, lifting his head up as if examining his jaw.

“Perhaps you can be of use, boy. Remove your skirts."

“I… Excuse me?" Seth frowned. What relevance would that have? “Is something–"

“Would you like to serve the Pharaoh, or not? The Divine One does not tolerate disobedience, even for a moment. His servants are no different." The crocodile was unwavering, and Seth hurriedly nodded. Whatever the Pharaoh desired of him, he was determined to give it. So, ignoring the heat rising to his cheeks, Seth unwrapped the fabric at his waist and dropped his skirts to the ground, shifting his weight slightly. He felt exposed. Of course, he'd swum in the river clothesless with the other boys before, but there was always a rule that you were not to focus on the… sensitive parts. There was no ignoring it now. Djedi stared straight down at his supple hips, his lighter-coloured crotch.

Seth yipped slightly as the crocodile's powerful fingers pulled at his sheath. Djedi examined him, turning his sheath aside and sliding it down, revealing a slick length of Seth's soft red penis. Then he pulled at the jackal's balls, testing their length, swirling them around in his palm.

“Not small, not too large either. Virile," Djedi said. Seth shrunk back, his stomach pinching inwards in shame. “Tell me boy, have you ever laid with a woman, or anyone?"

“N-no, Master, I haven't."

“Good." The crocodile undid the fabric of his own skirt, lowering it slightly to reveal a wide, green-skinned cock, a thin pink head poking up from the end. It was half-hard, and Seth swallowed uncomfortably at the sight. “Touch it."

Seth opened his mouth to protest, but then thought of what Djedi had said. The Pharaoh does not tolerate any disobedience. This must be a test of some description. A final barrier. Resolved, Seth bit his tongue and reached forward, gingerly wrapping his fingers around the pulsing member. Djedi sighed, firming up beneath his grip. Following the prompts, Seth then slid the skin back slightly, and Djedi grunted, inching his hips forward. “Ah, such a gentle touch." Seth continued to work the cock, imagining how he would like his own. This was a strange test, but part of it excited him, nerves pinching at the top of his shoulders. Djedi grew harder around his fingers, growling deeply.

Just as he was about to speed up, the crocodile reached forward and grabbed Seth around the wrist. “Enough of that. You are not mine to use, boy." Grimacing, Djedi then affixed his skirts. “You may dress again."

Seth nodded, hurriedly pulling his clothes up to hide his shame. What would Masud say if he'd known about that? It was humiliating, but Seth supposed that was the point. He had to prove to Djedi that he could leave all weakness behind, and obey, no matter the commands. He couldn't deny, a part of it had even… been thrilling, in a strange way. Reminded him of the few times he'd caught sight of the other boys dressing, the twisting in his loins it caused, like a ticklishness. It was forbidden of course, and Seth had no real desire for that sort of thing but… still. Not a terrible test.

“Did I pass?" He asked, finally securing his skirts.

Djedi snorted, pushing past him. “Yes, boy. Gather your things and come to my boat by sunrise tomorrow morning. Do not be late."

Seth followed the gigantic man back out into the sunlight, where Djedi exchanged a short look with Amunet. “Are we going to Thebes then? To serve in the Pharaoh's guard retinue?"

“We will go to Thebes," Djedi confirmed, without looking back. “And you will serve. But be wary that the Divine One does not suffer fools, nor do I. Constant questions will not be smiled upon."

Seth's heart soared in his chest, but he was mindful to keep his composure. Djedi seemed like the kind of man that would not suffer fools, and Seth was no fool.

As the setting sun turned the village orange, Seth returned to Amunet's guest house where he lived. It was a small building towards the back of the old ibex's property, but it stayed cool in the heat and warm in the cold. The river buzzed along with Seth's innards, frogs croaking, flies twirling. He spent nearly an hour staring out at the placid water, watching the bright disc of the setting sun. Now that the prospect of leaving his village had come, Seth suddenly felt unsure of himself. The village was a boring place to live, but it was also safe. There were few predators to eat their herds, they'd never been raided by brigands, and the Gods always smiled well upon their crops. He was still young, and did not know much of Thebes besides the rumours that came from the other boys – and they didn't know much more either.

It could be a dangerous place, that much was certain. War, politics, and expectation would crowd around every corner. What if he couldn't do it? Here, Seth was the greatest spearman the village had. A big fish in a small pond, but in Thebes surely the greatest of the land's warriors would all be gathered, fighting in the Pharaoh's army, protecting him.

“Or attacking him," Seth whispered to himself, folding a loose reed in his nimble fingers. What if someone came to harm the Pharaoh, and he couldn't defend the Divine One? Letting a Living God die… the shame would follow Seth past his death and into the underworld, a failure to haunt him forever.

That night he slept fitfully, tossing and turning on his straw. His mind imagined great statues and a golden city, his spear held firm as he defended a Pharaoh twice as tall as him. They said when the Pharaoh was born, the world gave warm days and soothing rain for sixty days and sixty nights, breaking a previous famine that held fiercely over the land. The Pharaoh knew everything, he could see into the hearts of men, and he would know if they conspired against him. He kept waking up in a cold sweat, a strong pressure on his chest keeping him from fully relaxing.

Seth was not certain when he fell into a proper sleep, but he must have, for in the morning at sunrise he awoke. Birds cawed, and the cows mooed as they shuffled out to be fed. Quickly gathering the few items he wished to take with him, Seth skipped down towards the Nile edge. As he jogged, he saw Heqet and Masud sitting together on the fence of Masud's family land. The two boys glared at him as he ran by, and Seth kept his distance. It felt good to leave them behind, knowing they'd be stuck clearing the crops with Thutmose while Seth was spending his days protecting the Divine Pharaoh in the holy city of Thebes.

Climbing unsteadily onto Djedi's riverboat, Seth let the rising sun wash over his dark fur. He'd never been much of a fisherman, and his stomach churned as Djedi's slaves gently paddled them down the river, rocking on the shifting currents. The boat itself was wide enough for four men to sit comfortably abreast. It was long and shallow, with a few small crates of cargo stacked by the front, and Djedi's shaded sitting area by the rear. The crocodile ordered Seth to sit nearby, warning him that the journey down the river would take several days. He had not come to Seth's village specifically to scout new bodyguards for the Pharaoh, but rather he was busy collecting village taxes for the Divine One.

“Slaves and gold, boy," he explained gruffly, chewing on some dried meat. “That is what Thebes is built on, by the grace of divinity. When we visit these villages you will stay by my side, and not be heard chattering. If people ask you questions, you give them simple and plain answers – respectfully. Your loyalty to the Pharaoh begins now, is that understood?"

Seth nodded, determined to impress the crocodile. “Will I receive training when we reach Thebes?" He asked. “How big is the royal guard retinue? How many sets of my uniform will be provided, and which weapons will I be expected to use?"

“All in time," Djedi said, settling down in the warmth. Seth had no choice but to content himself with that, and tried to nap himself, absently watching the slaves paddling them along.

Time passed slowly, yet quickly all at once. The days came and went, the weather mild for the most part. A few times when he changed clothes in the open air of the boat, Seth felt the eyes of Djedi on his back, and he couldn't deny that when he caught the crocodile bathing he'd been excited to see a few glimpses of his own nudity. Beyond that there was little excitement. The villages were all dull and quiet like Seth's own, and although he kept close to Djedi's side, nobody once asked him any questions. The most he got were furtive looks and giggles from the older women of the villages, but Seth paid them no mind at all.

It seemed every hour of the day dragged on for eternity. Seth tried to make conversation with Djedi, but the crocodile always replied tersely. He briefly considered speaking with the slaves, but that felt wrong, and he knew the big crocodile would have something to say about it. Instead he tried to dream of how he would serve the Pharaoh. Would he guard the royal chambers? Could he protect the outside of the palace, or stand by the throne in the temple when the Divine One made holy decrees?

The warm air and lazy pace got to him, and most of the days were spent napped away. On the day they arrived Djedi had to shake him awake, and Seth sat up to see the dotted edge of Thebes approaching in the distance. It was a sawtooth silhouette on the horizon, squat and distant buildings that seemed to draw nearer to one another the closer they were built to Thebes. The young jackal rubbed at his eyes, affixing his skirts and collars to try and look his best for their arrival.

The river was positively crowded this close to the city. Boats of every size drifted this way and that, shouting at one another, the owners shaking fists and demanding their competition 'stay in their lanes'. The sun bared down on them all, rich green fields lining the banks of the Nile as they drew closer towards the heart of the city, wildflowers sprouting in sand as far as the eye could see. They called Egypt the breadbasket of the world, and it was plain to see that Thebes was the heart of this bountiful land. Seth saw giant statues towering in the distance, distorted by the haze of the heat. Cats, zebras, even jackals, some more than ten feet tall and carved out of stone, glimmering silver and gold adorning their intricate stonework.

Thebes itself seemed loud, and as Djedi ordered the slaves to take them into the docks, Seth realised there were more piers and boats around than he could count. People were everywhere, bustling and shoving, shouting and yelling, hauling cargo, dragging slaves. He heard the cracks of whips, the frying of meat, the repetitive tink-tink of stone being worked upon.

“New blood for the palace, Djedi?" Asked a speckled cat, as Seth followed the crocodile manservant off the riverboat. “No wonder the Divine One keeps you so favoured, wherever you go, you bring him gifts."

“Protection is a sacred duty!" Seth piped up, chest swelling. “Not a gift. It is the greatest calling a man could have, and the only gift here is the Pharaoh offering me this chance to defend him."

“For a man, perhaps," replied the cat. “But yet I see a boy stood before me. A very narrow one at that."

“I am old enough to fight, to serve!"

The cat laughed. “Oh, and serve you will, I am sure of it."

Seth frowned, very confused by this discussion. Did the cat think he was too young to be a soldier? But then he seemed so assured of Seth's service? He decided the cat must be making some kind of joke he didn't get, and so he laughed awkwardly.

Djedi quickly shut him up with a slight slap to the back of his head. “Quiet, boy, my rule extends to these streets as well. You belong to the Pharaoh now."

“Yes, Master," Seth bowed, embarrassed. In his mind, a royal bodyguard should be a man who is respected and revered. He imagined people would see him walking around and be in awe of his exalted position, but perhaps that only came into effect once he was finished with his training. With the jackal quietened, Djedi barked several orders at the cat about where his cargo was destined to be delivered. Finally when he was done, he snapped his fingers at Seth.

“Come," Djedi said, already marching deeper into the streets. “We will go find the den."

Seth struggled to keep up. His ears and nose were overwhelmed by all the new sounds and smells, and more than once he lost sight of Djedi in the crushing crowds. There were spices in the air he'd never once tasted before, crackling succulent meat that made his belly rumble, and plenty of odd-faced individuals who chuckled and leered at him. He saw poor beggars, whipped slaves, and rich nobles with draping silks. There were fabrics so shiny Seth was practically blinded by them, and all around the people was gold. Money, coins, exchanging paws back and forth relentlessly. City guards stood on high towers, looking down into the streets with their keen eyes, spears braced upright beside them. Mostly what Seth saw was height as he'd never imagined it. Back in his village space was plentiful, buildings and homes were made squat and wide, keeping cool down low to the ground. Here things were so cramped, and so the builders had gone up, reaching into the sky higher than any trees Seth had ever climbed. They went up in great staggers, built of stone, and wood, with curtains draped across them. Several small walkways connected the sides of each road, casting criss-crossed shadows onto the path.

“Will I hold rank over the regular city guards?" Seth asked Dedji, as they stepped out into a busy thoroughfare. “I suppose I must, correct?"

“You won't have much to do with them, boy," the crocodile replied. “Be quiet with these questions."

Djedi led Seth around another corner, and then he saw it. The royal palace of Thebes. It backed onto the Nile again, Djedi had led them into the city centre before hooking around towards the Pharaoh's temple. Seth stood with his jaw hanging. Great white pillars lined the square walls, deep steps running up towards massive doors. Colour sparkled over every surface, mosaics rippling across the stone, gold pieces glimmering in the sunlight. A small army guarded it, with spearmen stood up at every corner, watchful eyes focused on the people around them. Feral horses were rode to and forth, moved about as various servants came and went.

Suddenly Seth felt small. In fact he felt tiny, like a young boy playing pretend. How could he ever hope to protect the man this was built for? The Pharaoh was a living God, he didn't need a worthless servant like Seth. Perhaps leaving his village had been a mistake, he could have protected the people locally, but here… everything was so much… more.

“Come, boy," Djedi said, ignorant to his worries. Even if the crocodile was aware, Seth doubted he would care. He followed the crocodile up the steps, keeping his head bowed so as not to accidentally offend any passers-by. Djedi led him into the main hall of the Thebes palace, where footsteps echoed against the high ceilings. There was more wealth and weaponry hung on these walls than Seth had seen in his entire life. Just one of the ceramic urns put so casually on display would probably have fetched enough gold to buy up his entire village.

“When will I be permitted to witness the Divine One?" Seth asked Djedi, as they moved deeper still. “I do not feel worthy."

“In due time, boy," he replied, indicating for Seth to descend a set of wide steps. “All in due time. When the Pharaoh hungers, he will call on you. Until then, I will show you to the den. You are not to speak to anyone outside it without my permission." Passing through several tunnels, Djedi led him through a curtain wall, stepping out into a spacious underground courtyard.

Seth blinked in confusion, not sure what to make of the den. The centre of the room held a shallow pool, barely more than ankle deep. Oil sconces lined the walls, casting a comfortable flickering light across the entire room, several transplanted shrubberies and trees cropping up in little artificial garden beds. Long lounging couches and beds were splayed out everywhere, a number of half-dressed boys draped across them. Everyone was close to his age, a few of them quite a bit older, but mostly in the same general bracket. Towards the back of the room Seth spied small sleeping cubbies built into the wall, a few of them occupied.

The boys Seth saw were not dressed like bodyguards. Most were shirtless, and they wore the loosely fitting cotton garments most reserved for sleeping and underwear about their waist. He may have been mistaken, but some even seemed to be sitting about fully nude. There was plenty of fruit laying around, and nobody was doing any kind of combat training. More curiously, there were no weapons or anything to speak of.

“I don't quite understand," Seth muttered. He himself was quite slim and lithe, but almost every other boy here was the same build. Surely at least some of the Pharaoh's bodyguards would be heavier? “Is this just the new recruits? It almost looks like a harem den."

“This is everyone," Djedi said, clearing his throat to yell. “Rashid! To me now, boy!" On the edge of the pool, a short brown mongoose looked up suddenly, water splashing as he rushed to his feet to attend Djedi's summons. As Rashid approached, the crocodile laid a thick paw onto Seth's shoulder, squeezing tightly. “This here is Seth, from the southern villages. He is new, and I would have it that you see to him."

“Yes, Master," Rashid bowed quickly, his narrow features poised. He turned to look Seth over, almost suspicious. “I am Rashid, well-met. Ready to serve the Pharaoh?" He asked.

Seth nodded. He had never been to Thebes, obviously things were slightly different to how he had expected. No matter. He would be loyal, and prove himself, and eventually everything would make sense. Deciding to put his nerves aside, Seth nodded, following Rashid down to the wading pool as Djedi left them behind.

“Your clothes are very dirty," Rashid mumbled. As soon as the crocodile had left, his demeanour had shifted south. “Djedi will bring just about anyone, it seems. Don't think you're special or anything, by the way. I've seen plenty of boys like you come… and go."

“I bested every other warrior in my village," Seth said defiantly. “My final trial was two at once. I'm accomplished with the spear and khopesh, and I can use a sling too."

“Two at once, hm? Imagine that." Rashid waded into the water, pausing to look back at Seth. He cocked his head, inching closer. Seth saw the curvature of his torso, the rough brown fur of his belly. The boy had wider shoulders than Seth, but was slightly shorter overall. Before he could protest, Rashid had pushed forward and tugged Seth's skirt open, the fabric falling into the water, instantly soaked, revealing Seth's nudity completely.

“Wait now!" Seth cried, recoiling back. He put both paws over his sheath, face burning hot as Rashid stared down at him blatantly. Didn't he have any shame? “What is the meaning of this, Rashid?"

“What do you think this place is, new boy?" The mongoose asked. He had a playful smile on his lips, as if he knew something Seth didn't. “What do you think Djedi brought you here for?"

“I…" Seth swallowed, stomach twisting. Deep down he knew something was wrong. This was not a place for soldiers, it felt like a palace for whores. But… why were they all boys? His tail coiled around behind him, the shame of it all burning like a great fire in his chest. “I was… going to be part of the Pharaoh's bodyguards…"

Rashid laughed, throwing his head back. “Is that what you think?" He came up close, inches from Seth. His paws went down, taking the jackal's and prying them apart, revealing his soft sheath hanging there, a set of large balls hanging underneath. Knowing that Rashid was staring sent more of those tingles running down Seth's spine, the same kind he'd felt with Djedi in the shack.

“Not much to look at," the mongoose tutted. Seth tried to pull away, but something in the water tripped him. He stumbled, falling away from Rashid and right into the arms of two other boys sitting behind him. They caught Seth on their soft bodies, giggling as they instantly began pinching and rubbing at his arms. Seth tried to pull free but they held firm, paws snaking across his belly and hips, treading dangerously close to his flaccid sheath.

Rashid splashed forward, leaning over him, smirking down at Seth's crotch. Without waiting, he grabbed the furry sheath, prying the loose skin down to reveal Seth's pink cock inside, flopping it back and forth.

“W-what is this?" Seth asked, kicking slightly. “No, this isn't right, stop it!"

Rashid leaned down, exhaling slowly. His warm breath washed over the jackal's sensitive head, sending more of those exciting little spasms to dance through Seth's muscles. He groaned, hating that he could feel what was coming next. Before he could firm up however, the mongoose ran his paw further down. His fingers poked at Seth's balls, squeezing and rolling them as he squirmed in place. “Get off me, I don't want that!" All the while the other two boys held him close, one bit at Seth's ear, their paws rubbing at his nipples, his neck, the sides of his hips. He could have sworn he felt something warm and rigid push into his back. “I… wait… ah…" Rashid went further, paws questing between Seth's thighs, fingers curling up into his cheeks as they searched for…

Rashid's moment was cut off as a voice suddenly declared loudly; “The Divine One comes!"

The boys that had hold of Seth released him, scrambling up out of the pool and approaching the steps. Rashind tugged Seth to his feet, still naked except for his collar. “Come on, new boy."

“My clothing!" He protested, as the mongoose dragged him out.

“Leave it!"

Seth was pulled over with the other boys, nearly twelve of them in total, and quietly told to kneel down along with them, forming a great line that stretched out from the base of the steps towards the little pool. Some were actually naked as he was, but most had their thin skirts on still. The words seemed to register with Seth then, and he realised he was about to see the Divine One himself. His first moment before the holy master, and he was naked as a fool.

Seth squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the ground would swallow him up. When it didn't, he sighed, opening his eyes to see him.

At the top of the stairs, stood the Pharaoh. Seth swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he bore witness to his divine magnificence.

He was a tall, muscular zebra, dressed in layered gold and blue robes that were adorned with crystalline gems. A shiny headdress sat above his brow, the cobra-like collar spilling down along his powerful neck so the ends came to rest on the front of his shoulders. His eyes were piercing blue, like arrows shot right into Seth's heart. His hide was immaculate, and the muscles rippled beneath his hypnotic stripes as he began to descend the steps, the lowest hem of his cloak pooling on the tiles beneath him.

“All hail, the Divine Pharaoh Kazmede!" Said the boy at the very front, and every other boy quickly repeated “HAIL!" before throwing their faces forward, bowing down. Seth scrambled to mimic them, the heat of the great Pharaoh Kazmede wafting across his back. He shivered and shook there in place, terrified of being noticed, but also desperate to be acknowledged all at once. A slight breeze brushed up against his rear, tickling the back of his now-exposed balls, and Seth was reminded of his nakedness like a cold slap of water to the face. The humiliation he felt was deeper than any sensation he'd had before, deeper than the shame of wetting his bed as a child, deeper than when he was caught staring at some of the young girls in the village while they bathed. His muscles locked up, and he bit onto his lips to try and keep his teeth from chattering, every inch of his body trembling with nervous energy.

“Up." Kazmede's voice was smooth, like warm butter. There was an edge to it, however, a limit that sat like a threat. He was pleasant and reasonable, but he would be obeyed – the quiet confidence of a Divine Ruler. The boys all raised themselves up from their kneeling position, and the Pharaoh stepped along them, examining astutely. He lingered at Rashid, a paw reaching out to caress the edge of the mongoose's face.

“New blood," the Pharaoh whispered, stepping past to stand over Seth. “Look at me." Seth looked up, eyes widening as he stared at the man he was ready to pledge his life to. Kazmede's eyes flicked down to his belly, and then to his soft, flaccid sheath, one eyebrow cocked. “What are they feeding you boys out in the villages, that this is the best that Djedi could muster?"

Seth's insides went cold. He tried to speak, but his mouth was all dried up. A dull ache throbbed up through his knees, and he was helpless to watch as the Pharaoh knelt before him. Even on one knee, the Divine Kazmede was taller and broader than Seth. He extended a hand, his soft fingers wrapping around Seth's balls. “Hm, so you have something there boy." It was all Seth could do to nod slightly, and he winced as the Pharaoh squeezed. The pressure ached, reaching up into his hips and tummy, and just when Seth could not take it anymore it vanished. The Pharaoh chuckled, rising without another look at him.

Kazmede returned to Rashid, sighing pleasantly. “Hello, my pet," he said, leaning over and pressing his lips to the mongoose's mouth. Rashid embraced the pharaoh's kiss. Seth watched as the mongoose rose, face still locked with Kazmede. As he rose to full height, the Pharaoh's long arm curled around Rashid's waist, slipping into the back of his skirt and pressing down towards his rear. Seth gasped inwardly. He saw within Rashid's skirt that the young mongoose's own cock was firming up, creating a slight dent outwards from the loose fabric. The Pharaoh groped Rashid through his skirt, the mongoose grunting slightly into the kiss.

Finally they broke apart, Rashid panting slightly, Kazmede apparently unbothered. The Pharaoh once again looked towards Seth, smirked, and then with a flick of his tail turned in place, and went back up the stairs with Rashid in tow. As soon as the Pharaoh had disappeared, the boys all released a collective sigh, climbing up from their position.

Seth went quickly to the side of the room, fetching himself one of those loose skirts and slipping it on to cover himself. He still felt naked even with it. He wished none of this had ever happened, his entire head burning with embarrassment. How could Djedi have let him believe this lie the entire time? He'd only been brought here as a… harem boy. One not even good enough the Pharaoh wanted it. A part of him was… disappointed. It made no sense. By all accounts it was pathetic for a man to act so submissive, Seth had heard the gossip in his village from the ones who spoke about those kinds of people. But the Pharaoh couldn't be wrong. Should Seth not be glad that he wasn't ordered to debase himself?

Still. The Divine Pharaoh Kazmede had looked upon him and found him lacking. Bodyguard or not, Seth had come to serve, and it felt like a failure that he'd been turned away. Slowly, he retreated to the little sleeping cubbies at the back of the room. Some of the other boys whispered and giggled as he passed, finding himself a free spot and sighing.

He wasn't here as a bodyguard. The truth had finally set in. But he also wasn't even good enough for this.

How long he rested for, Seth could not have said. The harem den was constantly at the same level of light, but when he woke, Rashid was knelt down over him, leaning into the cubby.

“You're back," Seth muttered, rubbing his eye. Rashid smirked.

“Yes, I am, it's good you got some rest."

“The Pharaoh didn't like me."

“Oh," Rashid tutted. “He is always hard on newcomers. You will get your chance to serve him, and if you are eager and loyal, he'll reward you." The mongoose paused, and Seth found his eyes looking over the boy's chest, abdomen, and finally settling on the skirt around his loins. His mind tried to wonder what the Pharaoh had done with him in his private chambers. Had he been stripped naked there? Had he served Kazmede well? A part of Seth hoped so, he just wanted the Pharaoh to receive what was deserved of one so impressive. The mongoose noticed him staring. “Do you want to see, Seth?"

“I…" The jackal didn't know how to respond. Instead he just nodded silently, watching as Rashid reached up, undoing the fabric and slipping it down. His cock was soft, small and pink, with a loose flap of skin much like a sheath covering the end. The fur around his crotch was lighter than the rest of his body.

“Come now," Rashid said, reaching down and taking his paw. “Touch. Don't be frightened."

“N… no, wait," said Seth, resisting slightly.

“Don't be foolish," Rashid insisted, scowling. “Do you want my help or not? There is nothing to be scared of. You've touched your own plenty of times, haven't you?"

“I… sometimes." Seth's fingers inched closer towards Rashid's hanging cock. He was barely a hair away, when it flinched slightly in excitement. Seth yelped, pulling his paw back like it was caught in a trap. He scurried to the back of his cubby, breathing heavily, heart racing.

“I'm not like that!" He insisted. “There's been a mistake, I should not be down here, Rashid!"

“Bah," Rashid rolled his eyes. “Fine. Be that way. The second I saw you I knew you weren't right for this, but damn me for trying to help! Pull back when the Divine One asks for you, and see what happens then, you idiot!" Before Seth could reply, the mongoose had stood up and turned away, leaving him alone. That should have felt right, like he was taking a stand. Instead Seth could only imagine it was a mistake. The Pharaoh would not tolerate that kind of thing. He was to be obeyed. And besides, Seth had spent his entire life planning to devote himself entirely to the Divine Kazmede… was this any different? Should he truly be ungrateful, just because he did not get to choose his service?

It made no sense in his head. He both wanted the Pharaoh to take him, but also dreaded what that would entail. The casual nudity of the harem intrigued him, but by the same time it made his guts all swirly, and all he could think of was running away.

“I am no slave," he whispered, turning over into the cubby once more. Tiredness dogged him, but Seth was left awake. He listened to the other boys in his den, talking amongst themselves, bathing in the water. A few times he rolled over and surreptitiously watched them. He saw the young boys sitting around nude, little heed paid to their shame. There wasn't much detail to be made out from that distance, but he saw the pink flashes of genitals. Tails swished, and a few of the boys even casually stroked one another.

Damn Rashid. He wasn't as bad as Heqet or Masud, but it had barely been one day and already Seth had already created a rival. The infuriating knowing smile the mongoose had drove him mad, as he relished in playing the Pharaoh's favourite. What was wrong with Seth that Kazmede had not chosen him? All he wanted was to serve.

He rolled onto his back, sighing heavily, the conflicting desires fighting in his head. This was no way to be, racked with indecision all night.

“I should just accept it," he muttered to himself. He wanted to, a part of him wished to fully embrace his new role, and become the greatest of the Pharaoh's boys. But he was also frightened. Terrified. Both that he would fail, and also that he might like it.

Eventually he got up from the cubby, stretching himself. There was a smell of food in the air, and before he ventured off to find it, Seth decided to take the first step. Damn Rashid, damn them all.

He undid the loose, soft fabric of his underskirt, letting the cloth fall to his ankles and stepping out of it. Forcing himself to keep his paws by his side, Seth walked out into the more open segment of the den, fetching himself a small plate of fruit and some charred meat. He could feel his sheath and balls swinging between his legs, and under the slate grey fur on his cheeks a red blush glowed hot. Some of the other boys saw him, pointing and laughing, but he was determined to ignore them. This was how he could serve Pharaoh Kazmede, and this was how he would do it. Thankfully, that annoying mongoose was nowhere to be found, and Seth sat down by himself at the edge of the pool to have his breakfast. The water was warm, and he started to finally relax into the nudity. It was only his own body, after all.

Nearly an hour passed, when that booming voice came once again; “All hail the Divine Pharaoh Kazmede!" This time Seth didn't have to be told, he rushed to his feet, falling into the line with the other boys and tucking his footpaws beneath his cheeks. He kept his head bowed, staying still and bowing in time when the Pharaoh reached the base of the steps.

As he straightened up, he realised the tall zebra was once again standing over him. Seth said nothing, not meeting the Divine One's eyes, staring straight ahead forward, like a good servant. He was shaking like a leaf, but a part of him was delighted that Kazmede had come to give him a second look.

“Less meek today, I see, new boy," the Pharaoh said, with his warm, flowing tone. An arm reached out, and he gently cupped Seth's jaw. Seth, for his part, tried to be like clay, moulding himself around the gentle caress. The Pharaoh's strong fingers rubbed at the side of his cheek, and as his lips parted, the round thumb pushed inside his mouth, pressing onto his tongue. Seth wrapped his maw around the digit, sucking gently at the Pharaoh's thumb.

“Mmf, good boy," said Kazmede. Finally, he pulled away, stepping back. “Come then." And he turned, heading back up the stairs. Seth's chest seized. Standing quickly on his shaky legs, Seth made to follow behind the great zebra. His mouth was dry, but those tingles continued to run down his back, and around his crotch his sheath twitched ever so slightly.

“What is your name, boy?"

Seth opened his mouth to reply, and found his voice cracked, refusing to offer words. How could he speak to a living God? What would even be proper?

Kazmede stopped, turning back sharply. He stepped closer, looming over Seth and staring down at him.

“Listen to me," said the Pharaoh. His voice seized Seth's attention like a vise. “When I speak to you I expect to be obeyed. You are going to serve, and if you serve well you will have my pleasure. Otherwise, there will be punishment. When I ask, you answer."

Seth nodded. He licked his lips. “My name is Seth, Divine One." He bowed.

The Pharaoh seemed content with that, and sniffed. “A simple name, good. Simple name for my simple property."

They walked down a short hall, servants parting around the Divine One like water flowing around a ship. People bowed, and nobody dared make eye contact. They seemed to even revere Seth, and his strange place in the Pharaoh's palace. Finally, Kazmede stepped through a veil of silks so fine it was a wonder they weighed anything at all, leading into a bedroom.

Seth tried not to gawk as they entered the bedchambers. It was not as large as he might have imagined, but still larger than any one home back in his village. The walls were polished stone, holy icons and divine patterns etched and painted across them. A bed wide enough to fit half a dozen men rested at the end of the room, beside several large windows that opened out to a sparkling view of Thebes and the Nile. They had gone up some stairs, but Seth had not realised how high, and he was able to see out towards the lower level of the city. It was stunning. Woven rugs kept the floors soft and warm underfoot, but it was then that Seth saw something that tugged at him like a fishhook.

Rashid, the young mongoose, was knelt in the middle of the room. He faced the bed, totally naked, his firm ass cheeks pressed on by his footpaws.

The Pharaoh walked past him without another care, and assuming his role, Seth moved to kneel down next to the mongoose. Rashid gave him a side eye, a surprised look on his tight features. Apparently he had also not been told Seth was coming, though the jackal got the sense that Rashid's shock was more at him specifically, and not the idea of the Pharaoh bringing more than one boy to his chamber.

“Rashid is my most loyal," Kazmede said, stepping in front of them both. “I thought it wise to have him here, to instruct you."

The two boys bowed to their master. Seth's innards churned. He wanted to run away. What if he could not perform like the Pharaoh desired? What if he hated every minute of it, what then? He was stuck here, and there was nothing to be done but to obey the great zebra and hope his nerves would settle.

“Come Rashid, disrobe me." The Pharaoh looked away, distracted. Rashid sprang up, attending to the clothes with a practised motion. He stepped around Kazmede delicately, slipping his outermost robe off the wide striped shoulders. Then he moved to the front, undoing his little ties and tugging apart the fabric keeping his torso and legs clothed. Oddly, Seth found his ears prickling with jealousy. The smooth motions of Rashid's work spoke that he'd done this many times, that he truly was the Pharaoh's favourite.

Finally, the undercloth skirt was dropped, and Kazmede stepped forward in all his naked glory. Seth baulked, face blushing deeply. Even soft, the Pharaoh's manhood was enormous, nearly as long as Seth's forearm and thicker than his fist. The end was bulbous, unflared yet, but Seth knew as the Pharaoh's arousal grew it would open up into a painfully wide head. It was jet black and smooth, hanging from the dark nest of pubic fur, two large heavy-set balls hanging below. Seth imagined that if he were to wrap his paw around the middle of Kazmede's shaft, his forefinger and thumb would only barely be able to touch. Seth's own sheath – which felt pointedly small after comparison to the Pharaoh – twitched with excitement, half-hardening. He saw that Rashid was in a similar state, his lighter cock dancing as it slowly firmed.

The Pharaoh drifted closer towards Seth, his hips moving towards the jackal's face. Seth could smell the thick musky scent of Kazmede's manliness, the crotch sweat that was unique to him. It was like wine, rich and aromatic, causing his head to spin. All he could think of was how best to obey, how to be like Rashid and make sure the Pharaoh enjoyed himself.

Kazmede pushed his flaccid equine cock into Seth's face, brushing it slightly along his nose. The jackal gasped, heart pounding in his chest, too stricken to move.

“You enjoy my musk, boy? I haven't bathed in some time."

“Y-yes, master," Seth stammered. It was hard to talk, but he dared not risk another reprimand. He inhaled deeply, letting the sweaty musk swim through his senses. A whine almost rose from him as the Pharaoh suddenly pulled back, returning to sit down on the bed. Kazmede stroked the top of his flaccid cock absently, staring at the two of them. “Rashid?"

Next to Seth, the mongoose nodded, turning away and pushing his face to the floor. The jackal frowned as he stared at Rashid's rear, which had now been aimed up towards him.

“Well?" The Pharaoh asked, gesturing.

“I'm… not sure, master…." Replied Seth, trying to guess what he was supposed to do. Rashid's fingers reached back around to his cheeks, spreading them out to reveal a tight little hole, clenched firmly shut.

The Pharaoh chuckled. “Oh my, my, you are truly a fresh one, aren't you?" He leaned forward suddenly, eyes narrowing. “I want to watch you, boy. Eat it, like a good little slave."

Seth's eyes widened, and as much as he disliked Rashid, he could not bear the thought of failing Kazmede. So the jackal turned, somewhat awkwardly, and crawled up to the mongoose's rear. The boy's tail was in the way and he pushed it aside, sticking his muzzle in between the two cheeks. Seth gave an exploratory lick with his tongue, and Rashid flinched before him, gasping slightly.

“Mmf, yes, like that," grunted Kazmede, and Seth felt the weight of his enrapt gaze upon them both. He could smell the crotch musk of Rashid, pushing his tongue in deeper to the tight hole. The mongoose whined ahead of him, muscles clenching in response to Seth's exploration. The jackal's own sheath began to harden, tensing inside the loose fur as he lapped at Rashid's hole, a paw creeping forward to fondle the mongoose's tense balls.

“Yes, unf, good boy," Kazmede huffed, and Seth felt him leaning closer. Those two words sent a thrill of delight through his body, starting in his head and racing down to jolt in his cock. Seth was filled with an urge to serve, to do anything in his power to make the Pharaoh feel good, to please him, even at his own expense. Inhaling the sweaty tang of Rashid's musk, Seth continued to lap at him, moving his tongue around in different shapes as the mongoose continued to squirm and moan.

“Ah… oh… mfff, yes…" Rashid mewled, squirming about, his tail swishing over Seth's head and brushing his back. The jackal's fingers continued to roll the mongoose's balls in his paw, feeling them and how they were different to his own. They were slightly smaller, tighter, and the fur was coarser than on Seth's own. His other paw descended lower, squeezing almost unconsciously at his own cock hardening in his sheath.

“Stop!" The Pharaoh suddenly barked, exhaling heavily. Rashid and Seth both froze, unsure what they'd done wrong. “Boy you will feel pleasure only when I allow it. You are here to serve me, tell me you know that."

“Yes M-master. Apologies I… I did not mean to offend."

“I won't have you spill your seed, until my saying so. Come here." Almost reluctantly, Seth pulled his muzzle away from Rashid's asshole. His jaw ached and his tongue felt a bit worn out, but his cock pulsed pleasantly inside his sheath, and Rashid still panted softly beside him.

Seth crawled to the Pharaoh on all fours, stopping at the edge of the bed. The broad zebra lounged easily, legs open. His massive cock had swollen slightly, plumping up as he grew to a half-fulfilled erection. There was a slight curve to his dick, and now that it had gotten harder Seth saw a thick medial ring halfway down its length. Kazmede smelled like a horse, but so much richer, more powerful.

“Please. How might I serve you, Master?" Seth breathed, bowing whilst keeping his eyes looking up. He was eager, ready to give whatever he could, and the knowledge that his little display with Rashid had excited the Divine One only made his own cock harder. But, it mustn't be touched, the knowledge burned inside his mind. He was here to please the Pharaoh, not himself. Somehow, that thought only made him harder.

Kazmede shifted his legs, cock twitching. “Taste me, boy." The words made Seth flinch from the nerves, but he persevered, crawling forward and trying to keep his teeth from chattering. To touch the Pharaoh… to touch a living God like that… there… it was practically unheard of for anyone but his virgin maidens. But then again, was that not what Seth was? For all his intolerances, the Pharaoh was patient. He sat there contently, relishing the nervous energy as Seth crawled in close. The jackal began by placing both paws onto the Pharaoh's muscular thighs, the flesh unwavering beneath his grip. He ran his fingers down towards the crotch, breathing in through his mouth and tasting the waft of thick musk that hung in the air.

Inching closer towards the head of the Pharaoh's cock, Seth's eyes went wide as it began to truly set in what he was about to do. He saw the shining drop of pre at the top of his huge slit, the half-pulse of his arousal, the further tensing as his erection reached its peak firmness.

“Stop staring and eat it, boy," the Pharaoh snapped, his patience wearing thin. Seth nodded, opening his mouth and swallowing the yet-unflared head. It was warm, soft and smooth. It tasted like it smelled, and Seth again resisted the urge to pull at his own cock as he lapped and sucked at the Pharaoh's tip. “Mmmff, I can feel how inexperienced you are," Kazmede said, a firm paw bracing the back of Seth's head. “Good dog." He pushed his hips a little deeper, and Seth was forced to breathe through his nose as the top half of the cock filled his muzzle.

He yipped as a sudden warm wetness pressed into his ass. He went to pull himself off the Pharaoh's cock when Kazmede's paw kept him in place, pushing him deeper down. It was Rashid, at his rear, licking and pushing in with his tongue the way Seth had done to him. It felt good but also… weird. Slippery, as Rashid's lips and tongue opened him up. Seth tried to focus on Kazmede, sucking his dick, working his way deeper. He pulled back, almost right off, before sliding back down once more, lips wrapping almost to the zebra's medial ring.

“Don't stop there, boy," the Pharaoh said, pushing hard on the back of Seth's head. “And keep those wandering paws away from your little cock." Seth grunted, choking slightly as he tried to force air out his nose. The Pharaoh thrust his hips up harder, slowly but powerfully fucking into Seth's muzzle. The head of his cock pushed past the jackal's teeth, into his throat, filling up the passage as it slid down his gullet, pressing up against every wall for only a moment. The smell of Kazmede's crotch was overpowering, even as Rashid's tongue continued to push inside his hole, the mongoose practically growling into him. Seth was pushed forward, sinking deeper onto the Pharaoh's cock as it was forced down into his throat once more, the end of his snout towards the pubic furs. He could not resist, the pleasurable grunts and moans of the Pharaoh were too much. Seth stroked his own cock as he swallowed pre from the zebra, suckling at his cock, moaning around it.

He was brought back to reality when Kazmede grabbed the fur on the back of his neck, suddenly yanking Seth right off his cock, glaring down at him.

“I…" Seth froze, realising his hard cock was still in his paw, and releasing it. “I… I am sorry, Divine One! I did not mean it!" Rashid had pulled away from his ass now, and the jackal felt his own cock go flat, though the Pharaoh still stood hard before him.

Kazmede leaned back slightly. “I ask obedience from my servants. You are not to pleasure yourself like that, you are my property, and you attend to me."

Seth threw himself down. “I'm sorry, Master, my deepest apologies for my selfishness!"

“You need to be punished, boy. Turn around, on all fours like a beast, and keep your head down." Seth scurried to obey, Rashid hurrying to get out of his way. His face burned with the shame of it. Failing the Pharaoh, at such a simple task. What kind of servant was he, putting himself over the Divine One's pleasure?

He was lost in self-worry when he heard the crack of the Pharaoh's palm strike his ass. The pain came a moment later, sharp and hot, stinging along his cheek. It had only just started to burn when another smack struck him, then a third, always in the same place, stinging harder each time. It ached enough that a thin tear came to Seth's eye, but simultaneously his cock only stiffened beneath him, a small dribble of pre dripping to the ground.

“Pathetic slave," the Pharaoh said, though there was a certain level of excitement to his tone. “So desperate you are to come here and obey me, yet you can't even do that." Smack. “You need punishment, to make you listen." Smack. “You have to be humiliated, shown your place in my hierarchy."

“Yes Master!" Seth cried, arching his back as the stinging dissipated over his ass. “I am worthless, Master, please, correct me!"

“I do not think you know your place," the Pharaoh said, rising to his feet, the zebra's wide shadow casting over Seth's body. “Raise your rear to be and submit, slave, I need to mark you as my property." Seth stretched his ass up as high as he could. The idea elated him, the very notion that he could belong to the Pharaoh, and serve with Rashid and the other boys as an always ready item for pleasure. It was all he wanted to do, to give himself over completely to being used, to become a thing for the Divine One's own enjoyment. He would ignore his own pleasure, his own orgasms, and never do it again if that was what Kazmede demanded of him.

He whined as he felt the warmth of the Pharaoh's thick cock press to his clenching hole, still slick with Rashid's saliva. He moaned as the bulbous head of Kazmede pushed inside, stretching out his ring as it filled the tight opening, tingling fires of anticipation and pleasure racing through Seth's legs. It hurt, but it also felt good to obey, and he knew the sharp pain was a reminder to be obedient. Seth pushed both his paws out ahead of himself and braced for the Pharaoh to begin fucking him, but it didn't come. Instead, Kazmede only stood there, the very tip of his cock pushed inside Seth's tight, virgin hole.

He was considering asking what he should do, when the Pharaoh sighed deeply. Suddenly, Seth felt a swelling warmth wash into his insides. Something sloshed in him and he realised the Pharaoh was pissing into him. At that moment, Kazmede pulled out, half-flared head popping out of Seth's tight hole as he continued his stream of piss. It sprayed up along Seth's ass, running onto his back and trickling down his shoulders.

“Turn around, pup, quickly now," said the Pharaoh. Liquid splashing across him, Seth scurried around on all fours, kneeling down before the great zebra. Piss sprayed forth from the end of his dark cock, splashing over Seth's chest and soaking his fur, pooling around his cock before dripping to the floor. The smell was strong, and Seth welcomed the warm stream across himself. The Pharaoh's face relaxed and he tilted his head back, the flow beginning to ease. Seth knew he had to prove how valuable and willing a servant he was, so he pushed himself forward, once again wrapping his lips around the Pharaoh's thick cock. The sour taste of piss was strong as it splashed into his mouth, the last few shoots of spraying onto his tongue as Seth diligently swallowed it down, continuing to suck at the Pharaoh. He let his tongue slip around Kazmede's head, pressing into his tall piss-slit, sucking and pulling at the glans underneath. The Pharaoh grunted, rubbing his head affectionately.

“Now, there is a pup who learned his lesson." Seth sucked obediently at the Pharaoh's cock. He pulled off as Rashid joined him, taking the flared cock by the base and licking at its length. Kazmede stood there, groaning as his two obedient slaves licked and suckled at his enormous cock, both eager to serve, each of their own cocks hard and quivering – yet untouched. Seth was so stiff there was an ache in both his dick and balls, but he didn't dare please himself without permission.

The zebra pulled back, pushing Rashid and Seth together, their lips meeting. The two began to kiss passionately, performing for their master. Seth's mind was gone now, all he could think of was serving the Pharaoh, obeying as the best virgin slave he could be. Rashid's chest pushed against his own, the cooling piss staining them both. Their bodies squelched as the mongoose pushed their two cocks together, rubbing them both as they thrust into his paw – all for Kazmede's enjoyment, not their own. He grunted and moaned, shifting in place as their tongues fought. Seth was hard enough his full cock was exposed, though the knot was still below his sheath line.

“Ah, unf, Seth," grunted Rashid.

“That feels… mmff…. So good," Seth replied. Their paws went all over one another, pushing and prodding, tugging, pinching.

Suddenly the Pharaoh had returned, his paws gently separating them. “A good display, my pups, but now I ask for more." His cock tensed, a tiny spray of pre splattering up on Seth's face. “Rashid, on the bed, on your back like the breeding bitch you are."

The mongoose hopped to obey, and Seth took his place at the side, kneeling down to watch. Rashid laid back eagerly, raising his legs and spreading them wide as the Pharaoh came up to him, his cock slick with piss, pre, and oil. He pressed the end to Rashid's entrance, grunting as he shoved inside without pause.

“Ahhh…." Rashid whined, fingers tugging fiercely at the silk sheets as the Pharaoh sunk all the way to his medial ring without stopping. Seth paled, imagining how much it must hurt to take that much in one go. It was so wide, so thick, it must be spreading out almost all of Rashid's insides.

“Oh, yes, ah… good boy…" The Pharaoh grunted, sliding out and slamming into the mongoose once again. Rashid yipped as he was rocked in place, Kazmede's balls slapping against his ass. Seth put his paws on the edge of the bed to keep them from his throbbing cock.

“Don't you… dare pleasure yourself…" The Pharaoh grunted, between thrusts. “You. Watch."

“Y-yes… M-master… so good…" Rashid mewled, curling in place as Kazmede fucked harder and harder. Rashid's dick stood fully erect, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of his pounding. Seth's cock was dripping and quivering between his legs, but he dared not touch it without permission.

“Take… More…" The Pharaoh snarled, picking up his pace. Seth watched as Kazmede sunk deeper still, the medial ring pushing inside Rashid as the mongoose screamed out with blissful agony. A fist-sized bulge poked up in his stomach, pulling back inside, before bulging out again.

It was the end of the Pharaoh's massive flared cock, filling up every inch inside the mongoose, stretching him out so completely.

“Seth… my puppy…" Kazmede grunted. “Come, sit on Rashid."

The Pharaoh did not slow his breeding as Seth awkwardly climbed onto the bed. He moved over the whining mongoose, hovering his clenching hole over Rashid's cock, using his fingers to guide the tip up to his hole. Hissing from the sudden pressure, Seth slowly eased himself onto it, his back to the Pharaoh, looking down at Rashid's scrunched face. He went down slow, but not too slow, letting his hole stretch out naturally as the mongoose's cock entered him. Grunting through clenched teeth, Seth finally sat down, letting the cock press up into him completely. It wasn't huge, but it was still bigger than anything he'd had inside him before.

“Ah, ah, ah, oh…" He whined, the bulge pushing in Rashid's belly a few inches from the end of Seth's cock. The jackal lowered a paw, pressing it to the rough fur of Rashid's stomach, feeling the end of Kazmede's dick pushing up into his palm. The sensation was so erotic and enticing that Seth's head swam lightly.

Beneath him, Rashid was gone. Lost in a world of pleasure, the piss still inside Seth's hole dripping down onto his crotch as he fucked the jackal, all the while the Pharaoh relentlessly filled him.

Seth was close to losing his mind too, and it took every ounce of his self control not to grab at his own hard prick, though he could do nothing about the steady drip of pre leaking down.

“Forward, boy," the Pharaoh grunted, shoving him in the back. Seth obliged, leaning forward, digging both paws into Rashid's shoulders. The mongoose opened his eyes and they locked, an understanding of two slaves reaching between them.

Then Seth felt a new pressure at his hole. He realised that the Pharaoh was done with Rashid, and the tip of his enormous cock was now pressing at Seth's rear, which was still filled with Rashid. The jackal went to pull off, but the Pharaoh kept him place.

“Stay, boy. Be good."

“Yes, M-master," Seth mumbled. He already felt so full inside, how could he possibly take more?

“This is what he likes, his favourite," Rashid gasped, eyes rolling. “But it… it's difficult."

Seth swallowed, nodding.

“Kiss me, it helps."

Seth leaned down, his lips again brushing over Rashid's, their tongues tracing together. As they kissed, Seth froze, the Pharaoh's swollen flare pushing inside him. His entrance stretched out impossibly wide and he cried into Rashid's mouth. White pushed at the edge of his vision, but as intense as the sudden pain was, it relaxed quickly as the zebra's flare entered him fully. The relief that flowed from Seth's hole as he clenched hard to Kazmede and Rashid's shafts was immense, and it was almost enough to break the pressure building in the tip of his cock.

“So… ugh… tight," the Pharaoh hissed, pushing deeper still. Seth grunted, shaking fiercely, legs trembling as they turned to jelly. He dug his claws into Rashid as the zebra's long cock slid inside him, slipping against the mongoose's. It was the first time Seth had ever taken anyone inside him like that, and every sensation was new. The fullness was indescribable, and he found himself reeling in the tugging currents between ecstasy and pain. “Good pup," said Kazmede, fingers pulling sharply at the chubbier side of Seth's hips. “Yes, you like taking me, don't you pup?"

“Please, ah… Master, yes!" The Pharaoh fucked him slowly, sinking deep into Seth's hole and pulling back out, the medial ring that stuck out halfway down his cock pressing up against Seth's hole. The flare inside dragged back and forth, Seth's inner walls moving around it.

“Let me feel your knot, dog," Kazmede said. His paw fumbled around Seth's front, squeezing his cock and then sliding down the slippery shaft until he was pulling fiercely at the sensitive knot.

“Oh… Ugh…" Seth grunted, unable to help himself as the Pharaoh's fingers pushed inside his sheath. His knot felt so swollen it hurt, tiny little shots of pre spurting from his tip. “Yes… Master…"

“Feels good having me inside, doesn't it?" The Pharaoh arched his hips, and Seth cried out as the medial ring slipped inside. The head of Kazmede's cock seemed to push beyond a certain inside barrier then, and Seth was left gasping. It felt like a second hole he had, deeper in, but with more pleasure. “You're just my breeding bitch, boy. Don't you dare finish before me, not until I say, you understand me?"

“Y-yes… Master…" Seth said, shaking, the words barely coming to him. His orgasm coiled dangerously in his hips, Kazmede's tender stroking of his knot only making it harder to resist. Beneath him, Rashid only laid there, face scrunched up as he too tried his best not to orgasm before the Pharaoh allowed it.

Kazmede's paw found Seth's belly, fingers exploring through his fur, and when the jackal looked down he saw that the head of the Pharaoh's cock was bulging up through his stomach, into the zebra's own paw.

“Ah!" Seth cried, arching his back and feeling the fullness of the Pharaoh's cock, and Rashid's length, slipping inside him. Never before had he felt so full.

Content with his space carved out, the Pharaoh began to fuck in earnest. It wasn't fast, but they were powerful, shocking pounds of flesh into Seth's supple ass. Again and again, pushing Seth's hole numb, squirming about his belly as the head continued to poke up through his stomach, that medial ring slipping in and out of his asshole, grinding against Rashid's cock.

“Take it, f-fuck, take it, slave," the Pharaoh said, each word coming between gasps as he fucked at Seth's weakening hole.

The jackal held on for dear life, limbs jelly, body shaking, so much pleasure hitting him all at once that it eclipsed itself. He could barely hold onto the sensations. “Yes Master, puh-please, use me, unnf…. Yes, yes… Ah…" The knowledge that he and Rashid were both here to serve the Pharaoh, nothing more, and doing such a good job of bringing the Divine One his pleasure. That was enough.

One of the Pharaoh's paws stayed on Seth's belly, feeling his own cock through the jackal. The other ran up his chest, fingers curling around Seth's neck as he held him tight.

“Oh… unf… pup, y-yes, take it, mmf, take it, I shall breed you, my… ungh… seed will make you my whore!" Seth couldn't get enough of the words, and he tried to wiggle his hips, to squeeze his hole, anything to draw yet more bliss out of the Pharaoh. “You want it, don't you? Bred inside?"

“Yes!"

“M-master, I'm…" That was Rashid below, his face scrunched up, his paws pressing down onto his hips. He almost looked in pain. “I am so close… I can't… Master… please…"

“Now then, boy," said Kazmede. Rashid gasped as he let his orgasm hit. Seth felt very little, except for a bucking in the mongoose's hips, and a slight wet warmth that squirted around his hole, fluids dripping down his thigh. Rashid continued to whine and squirm in place as his orgasm shot through him, ravaging his body, balls pulling tight to his groin.

“Ah– take it– yes– mfff, like that," the Pharaoh grunted in short bursts, his cock fully bottoming out inside Seth, hips making tiny little thrusts. “You want my seed, don't you whore? Say it, say it!"

“Yes!" Seth cried, trying to sink deeper. “Please, master, please breed me!"

“I… Ah…. Mmf…." The Pharaoh's words descended into nothing but orgasmic growls. He pushed as deep as he was able inside Seth, cock head bulging up in his stomach, going still. So tight was Seth's hole that he felt the jet of cum shoot up through Kazmede's cock, the wide length of his shaft throbbing as each rope pushed to the tip.

The Pharaoh moaned, biting down into Seth's shoulder as he finally came. This one Seth felt, an instant pressure that filled up his insides, a pleasant swelling, several shots of it pushing him wider inside as the heat filled him. He glanced down, and saw his own stomach had been pushed out, as if he'd eaten a huge meal. The Pharaoh continued to cum, so much that it squirted out between the two cocks in Seth's hole, swelling his stomach, hot and slippery seed filling him up.

“Go on then," the Pharaoh whispered, squeezing hard at Seth's knot. It was all he needed. The pressure at the tip of his cock was so much it ached, and he cried aloud as it burst, a huge rope of cum lancing into the air and spattering down on Rashid's face, the mongoose dutifully licking up what he could. The sudden relief washed through Seth, flowing down his thighs, pulsing in time with each new rope of thick, sticking cum that spurted from his cock tip.

He gasped, doubling over, panting heavily, totally spent and utterly used, the cum inside him sloshing around as he moved.

Without hesitation, the Pharaoh pulled his own long cock out. As the head popped from Seth, he felt most of the heavy load follow it, the intermixed cum of Kazmede and Rashid dripping from his hole, covering the mongoose's crotch. It smelled like salt, and as Seth rolled to the side, pulling Rashid's dick from his hole as well, yet more cum continued to drip out. He laid there on the ground, on his side, breathing short gasps.

“Wow," Rashid said breathlessly. Seth felt the mongoose's fingers touch his widened hole, which had been stretched out so much he could practically feel the air flowing through it. “You'll… ah… take some time to tighten back up again."

The Pharaoh stood, and Seth glanced up at the Divine One, his enormous flaccid cock swaying freely. “Did I serve… well… Master?"

The zebra nodded tersely, redressing himself. “Good enough, pup. Go back to your den, now. I will summon you if I have more need."

Seth's legs were barely solid enough to stand on, but Rashid was more used to this, and he helped the jackal to his feet, wiping the worst of the cum from his legs and hole before leading him slowly back to the den. They went slowly through the halls, naked, but nobody stopped them. When they finally reached the harem den, Seth was relieved to be back.

As he eased into the warm wading pool, washing himself and breathing a sigh of relief, he realised many of the other boys in the den were staring. He frowned. Most were naked, some were even hard and stroking one another.

“They're jealous of us," Rashid muttered. While Seth sat down in the water, the mongoose was perched on the tiny wall that the jackal's back was against. His dick was now totally limp, used and abused. “Pharaoh has used every one of the boys here, but he has his favourites. They know how long a normal session usually takes."

Seth's heart soared, and he almost wanted to cry. It was all he wanted to serve the Pharaoh, and he was so happy that he and Rashid – slaves though they were – could have pleasured the great one together.

“Pharaoh is not without kindness," Rashid added. “He will give us some time off to… recover ourselves. If you find yourself desperate however, the boys here can usually use practice… and there is always Master Djedi too."

“Thank you," Seth breathed, letting his head fall to the side against Rashid's knee. “I only hope that I did well."

Rashid laughed, and Seth felt the mongoose scratch at the top of his head. “I would say so, pup, I've served the Pharaoh several years now, and while I am his favourite, I never once heard him yell quite that loud until he was with both of us."

Seth closed his eyes, pleased. His body ached, but in a tired, sore way, like when a muscle has been thoroughly used. He was the one that had been thoroughly used, and he was glad for it. Forget the bodyguards, they just followed Pharaoh around. He had the Divine One's seed inside him, he was bred by him, touched by him.

It was a great honour to serve on the Nile.