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Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Hypnosis and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual and dub-con situations. If you don’t like any of this, please head somewhere else now.

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", "writing": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Hypnosis and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.\n\n\nEgypt, July 2024. \n\nThe peachy orange sky of sunrise bathed the sandy desert in a golden glow, a rocky outcrop casting a shadow over the desert beyond. It was cool, with the sun having not yet had its opportunity today to burn its heat into the sand that was whipping itself across the surface of the ground.\n\nThe place wasn’t devoid of life however. Around the rocky outcrop were pits, dug into the sand with wooden planks shoring up the sides, steaks driven in around the rocks where they met the desert marking opportunities and white canvas tents, of differing sizes numbering around six. Scattered around in some semblance of order were picks, shovels, countless buckets and mounds of sand which had been deposited from the digs. \n\nOne of the tent door flaps was slowly opened and stood inside was a thirty-five-year-old wolf. Tall and lean, with dark grey fur, and a little lighter greying around his muzzle that gave him a distinguished yet slightly rugged appearance. Jonah had dedicated his life to archaeology, with a special passion for ancient Egyptian history. His demeanour gave a sense of calm, focus, and being meticulous… but the last couple of months of fruitless digging had worn on his patience.\n\nHe put on a wide brimmed hat, stepped out into the orange glow of the sun which had just peeked over the horizon, and looked over to the rocky outcrop. Why did it seem to torment him.. He pulled an ancient looking piece of papyrus from his pocket, checking the hieroglyphs one more time.\n\nIt was a partial text recording something thief had shared, and it described where the entrance to a tomb they had discovered was located and that they had intended to rob it.. Though the papyrus had been written by officials, so it was likely that they never had the opportunity.\n\nThere was no other likely place in Egypt it could have been, this rock with its distinctive shape was described right there…. But it had stubbornly refused to reveal its secrets to Jonah and his small team.\n\nThe wolf walked over to the tent beside his, hitting the canvas sides of it sending clouds of dust into the air “Hey boys, get up, another day’s digging needs doing.” He called out loudly\n\nA younger voice came from inside “No problem professor, we’re just getting ready!” \n\nInside, a twenty-two-year-old fox named Marcus wearing nothing but his briefs, was sat groggily on the side of his camp bed, while on the other side of the tent, a twenty-five-year-old lion named Samir was already fully dressed and doing up his sneakers wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans.\n\nThe lion spoke first to his fellow team member “You know Marcus, sometimes I wonder why the professor only brought me and you out here for this dig. If we had helpers, we could have cleared the sand from the bottom of this rock so much quicker.” He sighed \n\nMarcus nodded sleepily “Yeah, but you never know when the next shovel full of sand may bring something up huh? We’re down to layers… I think ... where people back over two thousand years ago last walked. What if they dropped something? We would be the first people to touch it since they lost it all that time ago… a direct connection between us – and that person back in time.” The fox replied, slowly getting up to his feet.\n\nSamir rolled his eyes.. “That is literally why we do this. But wouldn’t it be good to have found whatever the professor says there is here – a month ago?”\n\nMarcus laughed “Yeah, like day one, first shovel in the ground!” \n\nSamir walked over to the tent’s exit and headed out, leaving the fox to get himself dressed.\n\nA few minutes later, Marcus stumbled out of his tent, his fur ruffled and eyes bleary. He fumbles with his gear, his energy not quite awake yet. “Why is it always so early?” he grumbles, though there’s a note of excitement in his voice - today could be the day they find something, he hopes.\n\nAfter a quick breakfast of flatbread and dried fruits, along with a mug of coffee, the three made their way over to the dig site just a short way from the camp. It was far away from the well-known tombs of the valley of the kings, and it felt like an uncharted part of history, buried and forgotten by time. \n\n“We’ll continue where we left off yesterday,” Jonah instructs as they arrive at the site. “Samir, you take the eastern section. Marcus, you’re with me. Let’s see if we can get further into the area we started clearing.”\n\nThey gathered their tools - brushes, small trowels, and buckets and begin the slow, painstaking process of sifting through sand and stone.\n\nHours pass as the sun climbed higher in the sky, the heat becoming almost unbearable.\n\nAs midday approached, Marcus started to grow restless. His enthusiasm had tapered off in the oppressive heat and sweat darkened the fur around his neck. His eyes dart around the dig site, looking for any sign of progress.\n\n“This is pointless. We’ve been here for months and found nothing but dust and shards,” he mutters, his frustration boiling over.\n\nJonah, overhearing the comment, responds calmly but firmly. “That’s archaeology, Marcus. Patience is key. You can’t rush history.”\n\nSamir remains focused, working meticulously with his trowel. He doesn’t complain, but he feels the pressure as well. The university is expecting results, and funding for digs like this is hard to come by.\n\nMarcus sighs and returns to his work, his ears drooping in the heat.\n\nThe afternoon stretches on, and just as they’re about to call for a water break, Samir’s senses pick up something. His trowel scrapes against something which sounded different to the natural rock. His heart skips a beat. Carefully, he brushes away the layers of sand, revealing what appears to be the edge of a large, flat stone.\n\n“Professor, you might want to see this,” Samir says, his deep voice calm but carrying an underlying excitement.\n\n“It’s a seal,” Jonah whispers, his wolf-like eyes narrowing in concentration. His paw gently brushes over the ancient glyphs. “This could be the tomb entrance we have been looking for...”\n\nMarcus’ eyes widen, his frustration forgotten in an instant. “A tomb? Here? We’re nowhere near the main burial sites!”\n\n“That’s what makes this important,” Jonah replies, his voice tinged with excitement. “This area hasn’t been explored thoroughly. We may have stumbled upon something untouched by hands… and with any luck, since it was sealed”\n\nThe three of them work together now, their movements careful and deliberate. Slowly, they clear away the sand and debris, revealing what turned out to be two stone slabs. They were massive, at least two meters across put together, and inscribed with ancient hieroglyphs that are faint but still visible.. and even more exciting – the seal across them remained intact.\n\nSamir started to try to interpret the hieroglyphs on the stone slabs.. “Those who desecrate the sanctity of this tomb will..” he said struggling with the rest\n\nJonah continued for him “loose what they hold most precious.” \n\nMarcus snickered “HA! It’s a tomb with a curse! Can we get inside? I mean this could be the discovery of a lifetime!” he said disregarding the curse entirely.\n\nJonah’s heart pounds in his chest as he steps back to survey their work. “This could be a pre-dynastic tomb,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “We need to document this before we go any further.”\n\nSamir, always cautious, places a large paw on Marcus’ shoulder. “We need to be careful. If this is really a tomb, it could be dangerous; unstable, traps, and apparently it’s cursed...”\n\nJonah nods in agreement, but he can’t deny the thrill coursing through him. This is why he became an archaeologist - the chance to uncover something long forgotten, to touch a piece of history. He carefully reaches for his tablet to document their find, taking photos and notes.\n\n“Let’s notify the university,” Jonah says. “We’ll need the proper clearance to open it. But… this could be it. This could be the one.”\n\n\n\nThe following day, back in the United Kingdom, Twomasks was going about his morning routine. A strong cup of tea, looking out over a hazy sunlit coastal bay. In the distance, a ruined castle sat perched on top of a headland, looming over the town below. The gentle summer waves lapped against the wide, sandy beach, which stretched up to a road lined with amusement arcades and ice cream stands, just beginning to open for the day.\n\nAs part of his morning routine, he always checked up on what was happening in the world of Egyptology. What stupid things the people had decided had happened from finding a few scraps from the past… and where normally they had a fairly good interpretation – sometimes they simply made him burst out laughing at just how far away from the truth they were. \n\nAs he scrolled down, he spotted yet another discovery in the Valley of the kings... He growled quietly, with the desecration of pharaoh’s tombs still an ever-lingering feature of time… Ever since the first desecration in 1120BC he had always found it particularly angering, but time had an effect of softening things...\n\nThen another headline catches his eye “UNIVERSITY SPONSORED DIG DISCOVERS UNTOUCHED TOMB IN REMOTE REGION OF THE EGYPTIAN DESERT” \n\nHe clicks on the link, starting to read through the article.. \n\n\"Archaeologists from the University of Knuttsford have uncovered what appears to be an unrecorded tomb dating back to pre-dynastic Egypt. The entrance, sealed and hidden for thousands of years, bears symbols and markings unfamiliar to even seasoned experts. Early reports suggest this may be the tomb of a significant figure, possibly a lost king or noble, based on the intricate carvings and layout of the site.\"\n\nThe image below made Twomasks freeze. The tomb they had found is not a place of academic curiosity or historical mystery for him – it is the final resting place of one of his closest friends… He knew it because he was the one who sealed it. One of a number of tombs he had sealed over his time living in his home country, and had always hoped his choice of location and the passing of time would have been enough to keep the tombs away from tomb robbers and now in the modern age, archaeologists.\n\nHis mind raced. He’d always known this day might come, yet had hoped it never would. The sands of Egypt are vast and have swallowed many secrets. But now, the past is clawing its way back to the surface… He needed to do something to preserve his friend’s eternal rest, the fact that others could willingly destroy and steal everything he had placed in there out of respect, was simply not something he could allow to happen... \n\nAnd how do you hide something which has been published across the world on an Egyptology journal website? Well… He now had a reason to deploy something he’d created a year or so ago… But first, he needed to travel home.\n\n\nOn the plane to Egypt, Twomasks was thinking back to when the tomb had been prepared. \n\nHe remembered standing beneath the burning Egyptian sun, carrying his friend's body, wrapped in fine linen and adorned with an amulet of Seth, into that tomb. Placing him into the stone sarcophagus and levering and setting the stone lid into place.\n\nHe could still hear the priests chanting in the background, their voices haunting as the stone slab was placed over the entrance. His friend had been more than an apprentice - he had been his confidant, his equal, the one person at that point in time who understood Twomasks' eternal existence.\n\nAnd so, Twomasks had buried him, sealing the tomb and inscribing the curse outside. Yet he would never be forgotten, as he would remember him each evening. \n\nThe plane hit the runway fairly hard, bringing Twomasks back to the present day. \n\nHe looked out of the window. The colour of the sun and sky was familiar, but everything else he could see was different to what he remembered. However... though his home country had changed beyond recognition, he needed to get to the tomb, hoping that it wasn’t too late.\n\n\nIt took him another day to get himself to the dig site, using various modes of transport and traveling the final distance by foot, arriving at just after midnight. \n\nAlong with his usual bag, he’d brought along his bronze khopesh, a sword he had always kept from his past, hanging from a leather belt around his waist.\n\nThe tents were quiet, and the dig site still seemed empty of loot, which in Twomasks’ mind was a sign they hadn’t been into the tomb properly yet. \n\nHe padded quietly around the tents, where the sound of snoring could be heard, only to then turn towards the large rocky outcrop. \n\nIt was a sight that was burnt deeply into his mind… So much of Egypt was unrecognisable, but this – though the stone had been weathered by thousands of years of sand and wind blasting its faces, was as if he was once again stood there in the year 2587BC. \n\nHe walked forwards, towards the entrance that had been uncovered, pulling out a torch, shining a directed beam at the entrance.. \n\nHis heart skipped a beat when he spotted that in the last few days, the two stone slabs which once bared the seal had been pulled to the side, them now leaning against the sandy banks, yet the secondary sealed entrance was mostly intact. \n\nMade of mud and rocks, it had been bashed through at its lower right quarter, allowing fresh air in and the stale oxygen depleted air with any mold spores which could have been – out. \n\nTwomasks walked to the stone slabs, running his fingers over the hieroglyphs he had inscribed himself so long ago, and then up to the cracked partially dismantled second door. He knelt down, and peered into the blackness, before moving his torch to shine inside.. \n\nIt was untouched he realised with a large sigh of relief. He knew the archaeologists would be entering the tomb in the next day or so, as he was accustomed to the practices of opening tombs from having read many articles over the years… He could either take them in their sleep, or take them as part of the curse they have already visited upon themselves… The latter seeming to be the most fitting for them.\n\nHe lowered himself a little more, and carefully squeezed through the hole in the secondary door, emerging inside a space he hadn’t been in over four thousand six hundred years. \n\nAs he shone his torch on the floor as he padded in, he traced his steps back those years, stepping over a number of trap triggers which he knew likely wouldn’t work any longer. \n\nHe walked down the square corridor, the ceiling painted a vivid blue, with white stars painted onto it to emulate the night sky, the walls painted with scenes of Seth and Horus. At the end of the corridor, it turned left, and after a few more feet of corridor, the tomb opened out. \n\nThe roof was adorned in the same night sky scene, and the walls were once again decorated with images of Seth. In the room were two sarcophagi, one smaller, more child sized than the other – which was more obviously for an adult. The larger of the two had its canopic jars on an inset shelf in the wall. \n\nTwomasks walked over to the larger of the two and placed his hand on top, then speaking in ancient Egyptian for the first time in many years... “Menni, I am sorry to disturb you and your brother… but I couldn’t allow them to find you. The world has changed so much since our time… They no longer see our loved ones as people. More as objects to be taken… This will never happen to you or your brother… or any of the others who followed you. So, please forgive me for tonight’s intrusion, but if you would like to watch – please enjoy the show…” he smirked, and then set about checking some of the traps he’d set so long ago, repairing the aging ropes and checking the timbers.\n\n\nAnother morning came, and the calmness of the desert seemed to be pregnant with expectation. \n\nThe Professor stood just outside his tent, staring at the horizon. His ears twitch slightly as the desert wind picks up, a subtle reminder of the immensity of the moment for him. Behind him, the towering dunes ripple gently, as if they, too, are waiting for what’s to come. Today isn’t just another day excavation - it could be a turning point in all of their careers. His tail flicks anxiously, betraying the calm vision he tries to maintain.\n\nThe team were making their final preparations for the descent. Marcus, the excitable fox was practically bouncing with anticipation. His fur, normally bright with reddish tones, is dulled by the dust and grime of the dig, but his eyes were bright and raring to go. Standing in a dusty white t-shirt and jeans.\n\n“This is it, guys,” Marcus said, running a clawed hand through his messy head fur. “We’re about to walk where no one has stepped for thousands of years! Can you believe it?”\n\nSamir, the lion, was stood nearby, calmly packing tools into his backpack. He didn’t share Marcus’ outward excitement, but he feels the gravity of the moment. He tightens the straps on his gear and casts a glance toward the tomb’s entrance. Unlike Marcus, Samir feels an odd sense of unease. Something about this tomb feels… odd. Maybe it was subconsciously the curse that had been written...\n\n“We need to stay focused,” Samir said in his deep voice, though there was a slight edge of caution in his tone. “We don’t know what’s down there. Keep your head in the game.”\n\nJonah walked over, dressed in his field gear, looking every bit the seasoned archaeologist, but with a furrowed brow that suggested he had been thinking too much. His silver-tinged fur bristled in the morning light. “Marcus, Samir, let’s keep this professional. Remember, this tomb is a historical treasure. We can’t afford mistakes.” His voice carried authority, but also a note of tension. Despite his experience, Jonah felt something more profound than just the excitement of discovery … it was a pressure as if people of the future may very well be looking back at every action they make today.\n\nThe team gathered their equipment: flashlights, cameras, brushes, notebooks. Jonah double-checked his notes, while Samir went over the safety protocols. Marcus paced, eager to get started. The entrance of the tomb loomed ahead of them, a portal to a world forgotten by time for so long… Or at least as far as they knew…\n\n\nThe air grew cooler and more still the closer they get to the tomb’s entrance.\n\nJonah took up a pick leant up against the wall, and swung it at the remaining fragile looking secondary door.. the dried mud and rocks falling and scattering about the ground with each strike. \n\nWithin just a few minutes, the tomb was now open. The secondary sealed door was no more.\n\nJonah switched on his flashlight, casting a narrow beam of light into the darkness ahead. He couldn’t help but see the beautifully preserved paintings on the ceiling and the walls. “I never thought we would find something so beautiful. Look at the preservation of the colours!” he said trying to maintain a level voice without allowing the sound of excitement to creep in…\n\nThe air was heavy, but breathable now, carrying with it the faint scent of dust, and time.\n\nThe three move cautiously, their footfalls echoing eerily in the enclosed space. The only sound is the distant hum of the desert wind, now muffled by the thick stone walls surrounding them. Jonah, leading the way, scans the walls with his flashlight, his mind racing with thoughts of what they might find deeper within.\n\n“These glyphs,” Jonah whispers, running a paw across the weathered paintings. “They’re pre-dynastic. They’re showing scenes of Seth and Horus.”\n\nSamir, followed closely behind, staying quiet but alert, his senses heightened. Something about the tomb felt wrong... not dangerous necessarily, but unsettling, as though the walls themselves were watching them.\n\nMarcus, at the back, was barely able to contain his excitement. He snapped photos with his phone, already imagining the headlines when they return to civilisation with the news and pictures and artefacts of what they’d found. “Holy crap I cant believe we are in somewhere no one has been for thousands of years!!” \n\nThe narrow passage turned left and opened up into a large, vaulted chamber, painted with the same night sky relief. The heart of the tomb.\n\nJonah’s flashlight swept across the room, revealing the two sarcophagi in the centre, covered in intricate carvings. Dust swirled in the beam of the light, disturbed only by their presence.\n\nThe chamber was silent, eerily untouched by the outside world. On the far walls, the faded paintings of Seth and sacred rites depicted scenes of the afterlife.\n\nJonah steps forward, his breath catching in his throat as he examines the sarcophagus. “This is it,” he whispers, almost to himself. “The burial chamber. Whoever these were… they were important.”\n\nSamir and Marcus followed, both staring in awe at the monumental stone coffins. Marcus' excitement reaches a peak, and he stumbles forward, eager to examine it more closely. “Look at these carvings,” he says, his voice barely contained. “We mut be the first people to see this in thousands of years!”\n\nJonah noticed on a number of shelves around the room, were set a number of long strange looking objects.. He walked over and picked one up. “This is strange… These look like mummified phalluses ... but there are too many to just be of those in these Sarcophagi..”\n\nSamir, always cautious, scanned the room slowly, his instincts sensing something. It’s too quiet, too still. Which was something that really, the place should have been… Then, his eyes narrow as he spots something strange in the shadows at the back of the chamber - a faint glint of something reflective, like eyes.\n\nAt the very back of the room, deep in the shadowy corner, Twomasks stood waiting. His tall, figure is cloaked in darkness, but his sharp yellow eyes glow faintly, reflecting the light from the team’s flashlights. He was dressed in ancient dark coloured linen that had been preserved in the tomb – and to anyone who could have seen him there, he would appear to be a timeslip. A figure who had traversed history. \n\n\nJonah, still focused on the preserved dicks, is the first to break the silence. “This is—”\n\nBut before he could finish his sentence and before Samir could say anything, Marcus let out a small yelp, having spotted Twomasks standing silently in the corner. “Professor! There’s something in the corner!”\n\nJonah and Samir immediately turn their flashlights toward the figure. The beams of light reveal Twomasks, standing motionless at the far side of the room. His expression serious, with a steely look in his eyes.\n\nTwomasks spoke in ancient Egyptian “Those who desecrate the sanctity of this tomb will loose what they hold most precious.” He said before pulling on a rope beside him which activated a large grid of wood to flip up from the floor, pinning Samir the lion in place with his back against the wall. \n\nMarcus lost every bit of composure and simply screamed “HOLY SHIT THE FUCKING MUMMIES ARE COMING FOR US!!” and darted for the exit. Twomasks drew his Khopesh and threw it at another rope across the room. The result of this trap was another grid of timber fencing dropped down in the exit, the fox running into it. “HELP!!!” he shouted before the grid suddenly tilted back towards him, and gripping onto it, it then tilted him back until it pressed his back against the floor, holding him there.\n\nJonah saw everything happening about the place and walked forwards towards Twomasks and tried to cobble something together in ancient Egyptian “Friends!!! No destroy.” \n\nTwomasks sighed, walking right up to the wolf with his nose barely an inch from the other’s and said in English “You break into our tombs like common tomb robbers, and then proceed to butcher our language, suggesting you are friends.” \n\nJonah looked visibly shocked now “H-how do you know how to speak our language?” \n\nTwomasks’ eyes narrowed and grabbed the wolf by the throat and marched him backwards – forcing him up against the wall of the tomb “I don’t think that really matters. Did you not read what was written outside? Did you not understand what the fuck I said to you?”\n\nJonah nodded “… The curse? You are the curse?.. how?!” \n\nTwomasks grinned “You are surrounded by the answer, but too closed minded to ever see it. But enough talk.” he said, grabbing one of the wolf's hands and twisting him around, tying his wrists together. With a swift move, he tripped the wolf, sending him crashing hard onto the stone floor of the tomb. The only light came from the torches, now scattered on the ground after the chaos Twomasks had unleashed.\n\nThe wolf had hit his head fairly hard against the floor and was dazed as he lay there looking up at the ‘night sky’ on the tomb’s roof.\n\nTwomasks now moved over to him, kneeling down and unbuttoning the wolf’s shorts “What do guys hold most precious hm? Sure their girlfriends or boyfriends maybe pretty precious to them… but without their dicks they’d worry they’d lose their lovers... and all ability to jerk off in their secret private time huh?” he grinned as he tugged the shorts down, along with his boxers, revealing the wolf’s uncut dick; soft, and vulnerable, flopped over his fluffy pouch of balls. \n\n“Wait!” Jonah cried out “What?!” \n\n“Oh, you don’t know of the story of Horus and Seth? What kind of Egyptologist are you?” Twomasks replied grasping the flaccid member in his hand and squeezing at the tip\n\nThe wolf’s breath hitched as he felt his dick being teased “There are a few…. But Horus was in a fight with Seth and he … oh shit. The preserved dicks…”\n\n“Well aren’t you diligent.” Twomasks said pulling out his heated knife, the blade quickly starting to glow “And since you wont remember any of this – yes. The gods were real, are real. Seth put me here to take vengeance on his Nephew’s subjects… And you being one of those mortal subjects … bringing yourself into a place like this… Thank you for your offering.” He said grinning \n\nThe wolf watched as the raccoon brought the heated knife down to his now semi hard dick… It was if his own dick was betraying him, the teasing having driven it to grow simply for the fact that the last several weeks had been so focussed on work he had never jerked off … and now the slightest of touch had driven his dick to grow into the hands of someone threatening to remove it! \n\nThe wolf’s dick was average in length, but was thicker than most, Twomasks’ hand grasping round it firmly.\n\nSamir, still pinned with his back to the wall could only see feet and legs sticking out from behind the raccoon figure, the actual scene obscured behind one of the sarcophagi in front of him “Professor!” He called out trying to struggle, the old timber being dusty – but still strong enough to contain him\n\nJonah could hear but couldn’t do anything, because at that moment he felt the knife make contact with the very top of the base of his dick.. the eager wolf length twitched and pulsed as he squirmed.. The blade slicing through the wolfhood like a hot knife would through butter, searing and sealing the blood vessels as it went.. \n\nTwomasks took his time, teasing the wolf’s length as he cut… slowly starting to jerk the semi detached meat as he went, giving the wolf a mind bending combination of pain and pleasure as his dick was sliced through.. \n\nThe situation was too much for the wolf… with how pent up he had been, and the fading sensation of his dick being jerked off almost drowned out the pain of the knife slicing through his precious length… he tensed up, trying to arch his back as Twomasks’ blade sliced through the last of his dick, the weight of the fully hard wolf cock falling into his hand.\n\nThe wolf let out a quiet howl, and shot rope upon rope of long pent up seed into the air, falling back down on to his stomach with each thrust of the wolf’s hips. \n\nTwomasks smirked and brought the tip of the wolf’s dick, stolen at the very edge of climax up to his nose, breathing in the wolf’s pent-up scent “And a very delicious scented offering it is too.” He said standing up grasping its base and slowly jerking off the severed meat, allowing the wolf to watch his dick being played with while being somewhat alien in no longer being a part of him. \n \nTwomasks stood up and left the wolf panting and exhausted on the floor, placing the wolf’s severed dick on top of Menni’s Sarcophagus and turned to look at the lion pinned to the wall.. \n\nSamir looked back with a scared expression across his face, but it soon turned into anger “LET US GO! What even ARE YOU?!” he growled\n\n“A raccoon...” Twomasks said turning his gaze away from him and walking past him in the direction of the corridor “I would have thought educated thieves like yourselves would have been able to recognise a raccoon when they saw one...” He said as he vanished round the corner into the corridor where Marcus was pinned to the ground.\n\nMarcus looked up seeing the raccoon approaching “H-how did you survive in here all those years?!” he asked \n\n“I went through the hole you made in the door, last night.” Twomasks replied\n\nMarcus blinked and realised how stupid he’d been “Oh..”\n\nTwomasks moved round, stepping through the gaps in the timber grid holding the fox to the ground and knelt down over the fox’s legs “But I’m still here about that curse. Your professor has already made his offering, but its time you and your friend make yours…” He said before pushing his nose into the warm soft bulge of the fox’s jeans crotch, breathing in and catching the fox’s scent. \n\nThere was something delicious about this fox’s scent… it was the sweet scent of someone who jerked very frequently, and always had some kind of underlaying horniness about them… an all the more precious prize to take…\n\nMarcus yipped, feeling the raccoon pushing his nose into his crotch, blushing and looking around still to see if he can get free... he felt the raccoon lift his nose back up – and then he came into view above him. \n\nTwomasks grinned “I think you’re going to be a very good fox boy and help your friend make his offering, aren’t you?” He said as he held a small blue crystal affixed to a silver chain – swinging slowly above the fox’s nose \n\nMarcus blinked, looking at the crystal, at first trying to work out what it was, but then slowly his expression softened as the words slowly sank in “…. Yes..” he replied quietly, becoming ensnared in the raccoon’s trance.\n\nTwomasks stepped over and pushed one of the stones in the wall, a click was heard and the timber grid loosened, allowing Twomasks to lift it up. Marcus, fully under the effect of the trance now stayed laid there on the floor. “Come on foxy, up on your feet, we have to go help your friend make his offering.” \n\nMarcus nodded, slowly stumbling up to his feet, and after Twomasks had laid the timber frame back down, he followed him back to where Samir was still being held in place against the wall. \n\nSamir blinked as he saw Marcus walk in behind the raccoon “Marcus!? What are you doing!?” he said confused \n\nTwomasks responded “He’s going to help you make your offering to Seth. Isn’t that right, Marcus?” he said turning to the fox\n\nMarcus nodded slowly\n\nSamir realised that his friend, who he’d spent over two months in a tent, closely together with, was under some kind of hypnotic trance… “Marcus! Snap out of it!” \n\nThe fox ignored his friend’s request. \n\nTwomasks smirked “Ok Marcus, why don’t you go pet your friend like you would have done before, to make him feel better?” \n\nMarcus nodded, and to Twomasks’ genuine surprise, the fox walked over to the trapped lion, and rather than petting his head or trying to hug him, he knelt down in front of him and started to rub his hands over the lion’s crotch. \n\nSamir gasped as his friend groped at him… “Marcus! What are you doing!? We said it was supposed to be kept …” He stopped as Marcus then unzipped his jeans and fished out the lion’s sheath, its pointed tip already peeking “…. Secret.”\n\nTwomasks folded his arms and simply watched as the fox did what came natural to him, in making his friend feel ‘better’ “It looks like you two were a little more close than it seemed huh..” Twomasks smirked \n\nMarcus opened his mouth and engulfed the lion’s exposed sensitive tip, suckling and swirling his tongue around it, feeling his friend’s length twitching and growing quickly into his maw.\n\nSamir tried his best to hide his pleasure, his eyes darting between his friend sucking at his dick, and the raccoon stood watching… “Marcus… come on! No more…” he said trying to pull and tug at the timber frame trapping him against the wall, but it was hopeless... he was completely at the mercy of the fox sucking his dick, and the raccoon controlling him. \n\nMarcus moaned quietly… he had always loved the taste of Samir’s dick… the way the barbs slid and rubbed over his tongue as he sucked … it had been only the third night together when they’d found themselves being so close with each other... and any nights they didn’t, he’d jerk himself off imagining doing just this. His own dick was hard in his jeans, straining at the material. He brought his hand down to grope and tease himself while finally having coaxed the lion to his full 7 inches of length, sliding back just a little.\n\n“Ok Marcus, stand back up and take this knife. It’s time to help your lion friend to make his offering to Seth.” Twomasks said, offering the knife to the fox \n\nMarcus diligently stood up, and took hold of the knife, looking at it briefly and looking a little puzzled \n\n“You need to pull your lion friend’s sheath riiiiiight back… and then cut his dick off with the knife. Ok?” He said almost patronisingly. “The heat will stop it bleeding.”\n\nMarcus nodded, and without hesitation, much to the horror of Samir, he moved right up to the lion, pulled his sheath back and pushed the blade right up against the lion’s sensitive length.\n\n“SHIT MARCUS!!” Samir cried out “STOP! Don’t listen to him! Don’t cut my dick off!! You fucking love my dick why would you cut it off!?” he cried out \n\nMarcus simply carried on, taking hold of the hard lionhood with his left hand as he continued cutting through the lion meat with his right.. Feeling the blade searing and cutting through tendons and tougher tissue as it went. \n\nSamir shouted out “Fuck Marcus!! It fucking hurts!!” as he felt his length coming looser and looser, and then as he watched – the knife suddenly flicked down, slicing through the last of his dick. \n\nMarcus raised his friend’s severed barbed dick up to look at it, his jeans still tented from simply handling the very object he’d jerked off about so many times, and the gravity of the situation passing him by. \n\nSamir watched as the raccoon moved over and took what now once was his dick from Marcus’ hand and teased the tip with his finger. \n\n“Once so sensitive, now just dead meat.” Twomasks said grinning at the lion before turning his attention to Marcus “Ok fox boy. I think its time you got your dick out.” \n\nMarcus nodded and almost eagerly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down, along with his white briefs, letting his own 7-inch hard uncut dick bounce free, the foreskin rolled back halfway over the head.\n\nSamir was still reeling at the fact he had no dick any longer, his sheath hanging empty, but seeing Marcus’ hard dick and his white pouch of balls hanging below he couldn’t help feel what he had so many times before… he may not have a dick any more but he was sure he was hard as a rock.\n\n\nTwomasks grinned “Ok Marcus, I can see you’re horny, have a few last rubs of it, then you need to cut your own off.” He said with a glint in his eye as he inspected the severed lion dick in his hand.. The veins running along it, the perfect once so sensitive barbs that had driven him to so many climaxes in the past… he ran his hand back and forth along it as he waited for Marcus to respond.\n\nMarcus nodded and moved the knife to his left hand so he could grasp his needy cock with his right, feeling his hard length slide between his fingers and against his palm. He started to jerk himself, back and forth, his muzzle dropping open and leaning back against the wall... All he could do was stare at Samir’s dick in Twomasks’ hand, imaging that cock in his mouth still.. his salty sweet taste… a bead of pre escaped the tip of his foxhood, being picked up and worked over the head by his foreskin as it rolled over it and then back again..\n\nTwomasks spoke up “Ok Marcus. Time to cut it off. Show Seth how much you care for him. And remember, if you give willingly, there will be no pain.” \n\nMarcus panted lightly, looking down at his dick, the part of himself he most prized the most… He must show how much he cared for Seth.. He let go of his dick, it bouncing slightly and moved the knife back to his right hand.. then with his left hand he grasped his dick, and his balls, tugging them slightly from him.\n\nTwomasks and Samir watched the fox as he then brought the knife down and under his full package, pulling the knife up and against his soft velvet pouch where it joined his body. \n\nMarcus let out a moan as he began to cut. The trance he was in allowed him to feel no pain, in fact it seemed to be the opposite! The blade slicing through his most private parts seemed to only give him pleasure!\n\nAs the blade sliced through the first of the two cords holding his balls to him, a jolt of pleasure shot up through his crotch. Then a second time as he had fully castrated himself.. His pouch of balls seem to move further away from him as he held his dick – the heated blade now slicing up into the base of his dick.\n\nThe fox kept going, his tongue lolling from his muzzle in bliss as he cut through his own dick meat, slowly but surely cutting everything that made him a boy from himself, all while the pure pleasure he felt was growing, just as it would have if he had been jerking off… \n\nSo much so that he started to cut even harder, pulling up and slicing the blade with more force, starting to hump slightly into it, and with one final tug, his left hand suddenly moved from his crotch, his dick and balls being taken with it.\n\nHe felt his body tensing up, pushing his head back against the tomb wall behind him and moaning out, suddenly reaching his climax – shooting his infertile clear liquid over the cold dusty tomb floor.. \n\nTwomasks walked over to the spent entranced fox, reaching for the package the fox had just cut from himself. He lifted it up, and gently pressed the head of the warm hard dick against Marcus’ nose. \n\nThough he was still panting, he felt the heat and caught his scent as the head of his severed dick slid across his nose, slick with the pre that had escaped when he was jerking with it not five minutes ago… \n\nTwomasks couldn’t help himself, he brought that needy fox dick to his own nose, pulling his foreskin forwards and letting the velvety soft tip gently glide over it.. The scent was so sweet with desire. Then as he had with the others, he inspected the prize, running his finger along the length of the severed shaft, around the head and over that supple foreskin, watching the once so sensitive skin nudge this way and that. He rolled it back to look at the shiny plump head, a bead of pre escaping from its tip, there to lubricate a length that no longer had any sensation. He squeezed at those balls hanging in that velvet soft pouch below, once squeezing those orbs to the force he was applying would have caused the fox to squeal and squirm, but although they felt through their warmth and firmness every bit as they had always been, they were no longer the continuation of the fox’s bloodline... they were just purposeless balls of meat.\n\n“There.” Twomasks said “All offerings are now given.” He said as he set the fox’s package along side the hard barbed severed dick of the lion, next to the wolf’s – on top of Menni’s Sarcophagus. “Marcus, pull your jeans back up and go wait outside.” He said \n\nWhile Marcus was doing what he was told, Twomasks now went over to Samir who had been silent in shock over what had happened in the Tomb.. He lifted the blue crystal up “You’re a good lion really.. how about you follow your friend out of the tomb now hm?” he said, reaching out and squeezing and groping at the lion’s empty flaccid sheath.\n\nThe fear and shock on the lion’s face seemed to fade to a more neutral expression, and he nodded … \n\nTwomasks released the frame, and the lion slowly moved free, heading back out of the cave. \n\nJonah had been dazed, leaning himself up against the wall of the tomb. \n\nTwomasks walked over to him “How is the dickless wolf?” he asked \n\nJonah was starting to realise that curses may not have been entirely superstition … “I am sorry for breaking into the tomb.” He replied\n\nTwomasks wasn’t expecting this as a response... “Good..” He said before bringing the crystal over to the wolf “Now get yourself off the floor, and out to your two students. Wait for me there.” \n\nThe Wolf like the other two before him nodded, slipping into the same hypnotic trance and did as he was told.\n\nTwomasks followed the wolf out and stood in front of the three. “None of you will remember anything about finding anything in this place. In fact, you all were so bored at this dig site you ended up cutting your own dicks, and in your case Marcus, your dick and balls off just to do something exciting. You will all now go to bed and sleep. When you wake you will decide nothing is here and pack up.” Twomasks instructed. “And in future, stick to digging up anything that isn’t tombs...” He said\n\nWith the sun still high in the sky, the three now walked off back to their tents.\n\nTwomasks now went about looking through the camp. He found the papyrus which had lead the wolf to Menni’s tomb, and dropped it onto the embers of the campfire, it bursting into flames. It wouldn’t be leading anyone else here. \n\nNext, he went round the sleeping team, gathering up their phones and tablets, along with the professor’s laptop which was left logged on beside his bed.\n\nTwomasks pulled out a USB Drive and plugged it into the laptop.. ‘Hope the world is wanting a few blue screens…’ he thought to himself as he loaded the first of two programs into the computer.. He had identified a component on most computers used in businesses around the world which helped protect from virus’ … but he had recently been able to add a little malicious code which would cause a small but problematic issue. With one click – it was out there. Fed to them without question from the antivirus software. \n\nHe grinned…. First you cause a problem which is so big, it needs a patch to be rolled out more urgently than any patch that has ever been rolled out before… Airport services went down, fast food terminals went down.. company infrastructure stopped working. \n\nAnd then, you load your code into the bundle of code that gets sent with the hastily rolled out patch…\n\nAnd within a few hours, Twomasks had his small app pushed out to almost every computer in the world… no need to hack through pesky routers anymore!\n\nFinally, he instructed his app to remove all trace of anything to do with the archaeological dig at the site, and within just a few seconds, all knowledge on the internet, and pcs across the world of the site was gone. People may remember happened ... but the team who were there would report actually finding nothing, no files on the computers, no evidence remaining. Like a strange dream… though an expensive one for the university.\n\nTwomasks walked back to the tomb, and back to the side of Menni’s Sarcophagus. “Hope you liked the show” he grinned “And three more prizes for you to enjoy in the afterlife. I’ll always be watching.” He said before heading out of the tomb one more time.\n\nTwomasks watched the camp being taken down over the next day, none of the three ventured back to the tomb, and once they had left, Twomasks sealed it back up and reburied it with sensors which would alert him should the tomb be disturbed again.. \n\nHe may not have come away from the events with any new prizes, but his beloved Menni had – and the thought of giving Menni these gifts was all the prize he needed.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Hypnosis and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in non-consensual situations. 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Egypt, July 2024.

The peachy orange sky of sunrise bathed the sandy desert in a golden glow, a rocky outcrop casting a shadow over the desert beyond. It was cool, with the sun having not yet had its opportunity today to burn its heat into the sand that was whipping itself across the surface of the ground.

The place wasn’t devoid of life however. Around the rocky outcrop were pits, dug into the sand with wooden planks shoring up the sides, steaks driven in around the rocks where they met the desert marking opportunities and white canvas tents, of differing sizes numbering around six. Scattered around in some semblance of order were picks, shovels, countless buckets and mounds of sand which had been deposited from the digs.

One of the tent door flaps was slowly opened and stood inside was a thirty-five-year-old wolf. Tall and lean, with dark grey fur, and a little lighter greying around his muzzle that gave him a distinguished yet slightly rugged appearance. Jonah had dedicated his life to archaeology, with a special passion for ancient Egyptian history. His demeanour gave a sense of calm, focus, and being meticulous…  but the last couple of months of fruitless digging had worn on his patience.

He put on a wide brimmed hat, stepped out into the orange glow of the sun which had just peeked over the horizon, and looked over to the rocky outcrop. Why did it seem to torment him..  He pulled an ancient looking piece of papyrus from his pocket, checking the hieroglyphs one more time.

It was a partial text recording something thief had shared, and it described where the entrance to a tomb they had discovered was located and that they had intended to rob it.. Though the papyrus had been written by officials, so it was likely that they never had the opportunity.

There was no other likely place in Egypt it could have been, this rock with its distinctive shape was described right there…. But it had stubbornly refused to reveal its secrets to Jonah and his small team.

The wolf walked over to the tent beside his, hitting the canvas sides of it sending clouds of dust into the air “Hey boys, get up, another day’s digging needs doing.” He called out loudly

A younger voice came from inside “No problem professor, we’re just getting ready!”

Inside, a twenty-two-year-old fox named Marcus wearing nothing but his briefs, was sat groggily on the side of his camp bed, while on the other side of the tent, a twenty-five-year-old lion named Samir was already fully dressed and doing up his sneakers wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans.

The lion spoke first to his fellow team member “You know Marcus, sometimes I wonder why the professor only brought me and you out here for this dig. If we had helpers, we could have cleared the sand from the bottom of this rock so much quicker.” He sighed

Marcus nodded sleepily “Yeah, but you never know when the next shovel full of sand may bring something up huh? We’re down to layers… I think ... where people back over two thousand years ago last walked. What if they dropped something? We would be the first people to touch it since they lost it all that time ago… a direct connection between us – and that person back in time.” The fox replied, slowly getting up to his feet.

Samir rolled his eyes.. “That is literally why we do this. But wouldn’t it be good to have found whatever the professor says there is here – a month ago?”

Marcus laughed “Yeah, like day one, first shovel in the ground!”

Samir walked over to the tent’s exit and headed out, leaving the fox to get himself dressed.

A few minutes later, Marcus stumbled out of his tent, his fur ruffled and eyes bleary. He fumbles with his gear, his energy not quite awake yet. “Why is it always so early?” he grumbles, though there’s a note of excitement in his voice - today could be the day they find something, he hopes.

After a quick breakfast of flatbread and dried fruits, along with a mug of coffee, the three made their way over to the dig site just a short way from the camp. It was far away from the well-known tombs of the valley of the kings, and it felt like an uncharted part of history, buried and forgotten by time.

“We’ll continue where we left off yesterday,” Jonah instructs as they arrive at the site. “Samir, you take the eastern section. Marcus, you’re with me. Let’s see if we can get further into the area we started clearing.”

They gathered their tools - brushes, small trowels, and buckets and begin the slow, painstaking process of sifting through sand and stone.

Hours pass as the sun climbed higher in the sky, the heat becoming almost unbearable.

As midday approached, Marcus started to grow restless. His enthusiasm had tapered off in the oppressive heat and sweat darkened the fur around his neck. His eyes dart around the dig site, looking for any sign of progress.

“This is pointless. We’ve been here for months and found nothing but dust and shards,” he mutters, his frustration boiling over.

Jonah, overhearing the comment, responds calmly but firmly. “That’s archaeology, Marcus. Patience is key. You can’t rush history.”

Samir remains focused, working meticulously with his trowel. He doesn’t complain, but he feels the pressure as well. The university is expecting results, and funding for digs like this is hard to come by.

Marcus sighs and returns to his work, his ears drooping in the heat.

The afternoon stretches on, and just as they’re about to call for a water break, Samir’s senses pick up something. His trowel scrapes against something which sounded different to the natural rock. His heart skips a beat. Carefully, he brushes away the layers of sand, revealing what appears to be the edge of a large, flat stone.

“Professor, you might want to see this,” Samir says, his deep voice calm but carrying an underlying excitement.

“It’s a seal,” Jonah whispers, his wolf-like eyes narrowing in concentration. His paw gently brushes over the ancient glyphs. “This could be the tomb entrance we have been looking for...”

Marcus’ eyes widen, his frustration forgotten in an instant. “A tomb? Here? We’re nowhere near the main burial sites!”

“That’s what makes this important,” Jonah replies, his voice tinged with excitement. “This area hasn’t been explored thoroughly. We may have stumbled upon something untouched by hands… and with any luck, since it was sealed”

The three of them work together now, their movements careful and deliberate. Slowly, they clear away the sand and debris, revealing what turned out to be two stone slabs. They were massive, at least two meters across put together, and inscribed with ancient hieroglyphs that are faint but still visible.. and even more exciting – the seal across them remained intact.

Samir started to try to interpret the hieroglyphs on the stone slabs.. “Those who desecrate the sanctity of this tomb will..” he said struggling with the rest

Jonah continued for him “loose what they hold most precious.”

Marcus snickered “HA! It’s a tomb with a curse! Can we get inside? I mean this could be the discovery of a lifetime!” he said disregarding the curse entirely.

Jonah’s heart pounds in his chest as he steps back to survey their work. “This could be a pre-dynastic tomb,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “We need to document this before we go any further.”

Samir, always cautious, places a large paw on Marcus’ shoulder. “We need to be careful. If this is really a tomb, it could be dangerous; unstable, traps, and apparently it’s cursed...”

Jonah nods in agreement, but he can’t deny the thrill coursing through him. This is why he became an archaeologist - the chance to uncover something long forgotten, to touch a piece of history. He carefully reaches for his tablet to document their find, taking photos and notes.

“Let’s notify the university,” Jonah says. “We’ll need the proper clearance to open it. But… this could be it. This could be the one.”



The following day, back in the United Kingdom, Twomasks was going about his morning routine. A strong cup of tea, looking out over a hazy sunlit coastal bay. In the distance, a ruined castle sat perched on top of a headland, looming over the town below. The gentle summer waves lapped against the wide, sandy beach, which stretched up to a road lined with amusement arcades and ice cream stands, just beginning to open for the day.

As part of his morning routine, he always checked up on what was happening in the world of Egyptology. What stupid things the people had decided had happened from finding a few scraps from the past… and where normally they had a fairly good interpretation – sometimes they simply made him burst out laughing at just how far away from the truth they were.

As he scrolled down, he spotted yet another discovery in the Valley of the kings... He growled quietly, with the desecration of pharaoh’s tombs still an ever-lingering feature of time… Ever since the first desecration in 1120BC he had always found it particularly angering, but time had an effect of softening things...

Then another headline catches his eye “UNIVERSITY SPONSORED DIG DISCOVERS UNTOUCHED TOMB IN REMOTE REGION OF THE EGYPTIAN DESERT”

He clicks on the link, starting to read through the article..

"Archaeologists from the University of Knuttsford have uncovered what appears to be an unrecorded tomb dating back to pre-dynastic Egypt. The entrance, sealed and hidden for thousands of years, bears symbols and markings unfamiliar to even seasoned experts. Early reports suggest this may be the tomb of a significant figure, possibly a lost king or noble, based on the intricate carvings and layout of the site."

The image below made Twomasks freeze. The tomb they had found is not a place of academic curiosity or historical mystery for him – it is the final resting place of one of his closest friends…  He knew it because he was the one who sealed it. One of a number of tombs he had sealed over his time living in his home country, and had always hoped his choice of location and the passing of time would have been enough to keep the tombs away from tomb robbers and now in the modern age, archaeologists.

His mind raced. He’d always known this day might come, yet had hoped it never would. The sands of Egypt are vast and have swallowed many secrets. But now, the past is clawing its way back to the surface… He needed to do something to preserve his friend’s eternal rest, the fact that others could willingly destroy and steal everything he had placed in there out of respect, was simply not something he could allow to happen...

And how do you hide something which has been published across the world on an Egyptology journal website? Well… He now had a reason to deploy something he’d created a year or so ago… But first, he needed to travel home.


On the plane to Egypt, Twomasks was thinking back to when the tomb had been prepared.

He remembered standing beneath the burning Egyptian sun, carrying his friend's body, wrapped in fine linen and adorned with an amulet of Seth, into that tomb. Placing him into the stone sarcophagus and levering and setting the stone lid into place.

He could still hear the priests chanting in the background, their voices haunting as the stone slab was placed over the entrance. His friend had been more than an apprentice - he had been his confidant, his equal, the one person at that point in time who understood Twomasks' eternal existence.

And so, Twomasks had buried him, sealing the tomb and inscribing the curse outside. Yet he would never be forgotten, as he would remember him each evening.

The plane hit the runway fairly hard, bringing Twomasks back to the present day.

He looked out of the window. The colour of the sun and sky was familiar, but everything else he could see was different to what he remembered. However... though his home country had changed beyond recognition, he needed to get to the tomb, hoping that it wasn’t too late.


It took him another day to get himself to the dig site, using various modes of transport and traveling the final distance by foot, arriving at just after midnight.

Along with his usual bag, he’d brought along his bronze khopesh, a sword he had always kept from his past, hanging from a leather belt around his waist.

The tents were quiet, and the dig site still seemed empty of loot, which in Twomasks’ mind was a sign they hadn’t been into the tomb properly yet.

He padded quietly around the tents, where the sound of snoring could be heard, only to then turn towards the large rocky outcrop.

It was a sight that was burnt deeply into his mind… So much of Egypt was unrecognisable, but this – though the stone had been weathered by thousands of years of sand and wind blasting its faces, was as if he was once again stood there in the year 2587BC.

He walked forwards, towards the entrance that had been uncovered, pulling out a torch, shining a directed beam at the entrance..

His heart skipped a beat when he spotted that in the last few days, the two stone slabs which once bared the seal had been pulled to the side, them now leaning against the sandy banks, yet the secondary sealed entrance was mostly intact.

Made of mud and rocks, it had been bashed through at its lower right quarter, allowing fresh air in and the stale oxygen depleted air with any mold spores which could have been – out.

Twomasks walked to the stone slabs, running his fingers over the hieroglyphs he had inscribed himself so long ago, and then up to the cracked partially dismantled second door. He knelt down, and peered into the blackness, before moving his torch to shine inside..

It was untouched he realised with a large sigh of relief. He knew the archaeologists would be entering the tomb in the next day or so, as he was accustomed to the practices of opening tombs from having read many articles over the years… He could either take them in their sleep, or take them as part of the curse they have already visited upon themselves… The latter seeming to be the most fitting for them.

He lowered himself a little more, and carefully squeezed through the hole in the secondary door, emerging inside a space he hadn’t been in over four thousand six hundred years.  

As he shone his torch on the floor as he padded in, he traced his steps back those years, stepping over a number of trap triggers which he knew likely wouldn’t work any longer.

He walked down the square corridor, the ceiling painted a vivid blue, with white stars painted onto it to emulate the night sky, the walls painted with scenes of Seth and Horus. At the end of the corridor, it turned left, and after a few more feet of corridor, the tomb opened out.

The roof was adorned in the same night sky scene, and the walls were once again decorated with images of Seth. In the room were two sarcophagi, one smaller, more child sized than the other – which was more obviously for an adult. The larger of the two had its canopic jars on an inset shelf in the wall.

Twomasks walked over to the larger of the two and placed his hand on top, then speaking in ancient Egyptian for the first time in many years...  “Menni, I am sorry to disturb you and your brother… but I couldn’t allow them to find you. The world has changed so much since our time… They no longer see our loved ones as people. More as objects to be taken… This will never happen to you or your brother… or any of the others who followed you. So, please forgive me for tonight’s intrusion, but if you would like to watch – please enjoy the show…” he smirked, and then set about checking some of the traps he’d set so long ago, repairing the aging ropes and checking the timbers.


Another morning came, and the calmness of the desert seemed to be pregnant with expectation.

The Professor stood just outside his tent, staring at the horizon. His ears twitch slightly as the desert wind picks up, a subtle reminder of the immensity of the moment for him. Behind him, the towering dunes ripple gently, as if they, too, are waiting for what’s to come. Today isn’t just another day excavation - it could be a turning point in all of their careers. His tail flicks anxiously, betraying the calm vision he tries to maintain.

The team were making their final preparations for the descent. Marcus, the excitable fox was practically bouncing with anticipation. His fur, normally bright with reddish tones, is dulled by the dust and grime of the dig, but his eyes were bright and raring to go. Standing in a dusty white t-shirt and jeans.

“This is it, guys,” Marcus said, running a clawed hand through his messy head fur. “We’re about to walk where no one has stepped for thousands of years! Can you believe it?”

Samir, the lion, was stood nearby, calmly packing tools into his backpack. He didn’t share Marcus’ outward excitement, but he feels the gravity of the moment. He tightens the straps on his gear and casts a glance toward the tomb’s entrance. Unlike Marcus, Samir feels an odd sense of unease. Something about this tomb feels… odd. Maybe it was subconsciously the curse that had been written...

“We need to stay focused,” Samir said in his deep voice, though there was a slight edge of caution in his tone. “We don’t know what’s down there. Keep your head in the game.”

Jonah walked over, dressed in his field gear, looking every bit the seasoned archaeologist, but with a furrowed brow that suggested he had been thinking too much. His silver-tinged fur bristled in the morning light. “Marcus, Samir, let’s keep this professional. Remember, this tomb is a historical treasure. We can’t afford mistakes.” His voice carried authority, but also a note of tension. Despite his experience, Jonah felt something more profound than just the excitement of discovery … it was a pressure as if people of the future may very well be looking back at every action they make today.

The team gathered their equipment: flashlights, cameras, brushes, notebooks. Jonah double-checked his notes, while Samir went over the safety protocols. Marcus paced, eager to get started. The entrance of the tomb loomed ahead of them, a portal to a world forgotten by time for so long… Or at least as far as they knew…


The air grew cooler and more still the closer they get to the tomb’s entrance.

Jonah took up a pick leant up against the wall, and swung it at the remaining fragile looking secondary door.. the dried mud and rocks falling and scattering about the ground with each strike.

Within just a few minutes, the tomb was now open. The secondary sealed door was no more.

Jonah switched on his flashlight, casting a narrow beam of light into the darkness ahead. He couldn’t help but see the beautifully preserved paintings on the ceiling and the walls. “I never thought we would find something so beautiful. Look at the preservation of the colours!” he said trying to maintain a level voice without allowing the sound of excitement to creep in…

The air was heavy, but breathable now, carrying with it the faint scent of dust, and time.

The three move cautiously, their footfalls echoing eerily in the enclosed space. The only sound is the distant hum of the desert wind, now muffled by the thick stone walls surrounding them. Jonah, leading the way, scans the walls with his flashlight, his mind racing with thoughts of what they might find deeper within.

“These glyphs,” Jonah whispers, running a paw across the weathered paintings. “They’re pre-dynastic. They’re showing scenes of Seth and Horus.”

Samir, followed closely behind, staying quiet but alert, his senses heightened. Something about the tomb felt wrong... not dangerous necessarily, but unsettling, as though the walls themselves were watching them.

Marcus, at the back, was barely able to contain his excitement. He snapped photos with his phone, already imagining the headlines when they return to civilisation with the news and pictures and artefacts of what they’d found. “Holy crap I cant believe we are in somewhere no one has been for thousands of years!!”

The narrow passage turned left and opened up into a large, vaulted chamber, painted with the same night sky relief.  The heart of the tomb.

Jonah’s flashlight swept across the room, revealing the two sarcophagi in the centre, covered in intricate carvings. Dust swirled in the beam of the light, disturbed only by their presence.

The chamber was silent, eerily untouched by the outside world. On the far walls, the faded paintings of Seth and sacred rites depicted scenes of the afterlife.

Jonah steps forward, his breath catching in his throat as he examines the sarcophagus. “This is it,” he whispers, almost to himself. “The burial chamber. Whoever these were… they were important.”

Samir and Marcus followed, both staring in awe at the monumental stone coffins. Marcus' excitement reaches a peak, and he stumbles forward, eager to examine it more closely. “Look at these carvings,” he says, his voice barely contained. “We mut be the first people to see this in thousands of years!”

Jonah noticed on a number of shelves around the room, were set a number of long strange looking objects.. He walked over and picked one up. “This is strange… These look like mummified phalluses ... but there are too many to just be of those in these Sarcophagi..”

Samir, always cautious, scanned the room slowly, his instincts sensing something. It’s too quiet, too still. Which was something that really, the place should have been… Then, his eyes narrow as he spots something strange in the shadows at the back of the chamber - a faint glint of something reflective, like eyes.

At the very back of the room, deep in the shadowy corner, Twomasks stood waiting. His tall, figure is cloaked in darkness, but his sharp yellow eyes glow faintly, reflecting the light from the team’s flashlights. He was dressed in ancient dark coloured linen that had been preserved in the tomb – and to anyone who could have seen him there, he would appear to be a timeslip. A figure who had traversed history.


Jonah, still focused on the preserved dicks, is the first to break the silence. “This is—”

But before he could finish his sentence and before Samir could say anything, Marcus let out a small yelp, having spotted Twomasks standing silently in the corner. “Professor! There’s something in the corner!”

Jonah and Samir immediately turn their flashlights toward the figure. The beams of light reveal Twomasks, standing motionless at the far side of the room. His expression serious, with a steely look in his eyes.

Twomasks spoke in ancient Egyptian “Those who desecrate the sanctity of this tomb will loose what they hold most precious.” He said before pulling on a rope beside him which activated a large grid of wood to flip up from the floor, pinning Samir the lion in place with his back against the wall.

Marcus lost every bit of composure and simply screamed “HOLY SHIT THE FUCKING MUMMIES ARE COMING FOR US!!” and darted for the exit. Twomasks drew his Khopesh and threw it at another rope across the room. The result of this trap was another grid of timber fencing dropped down in the exit, the fox running into it. “HELP!!!” he shouted before the grid suddenly tilted back towards him, and gripping onto it, it then tilted him back until it pressed his back against the floor, holding him there.

Jonah saw everything happening about the place and walked forwards towards Twomasks and tried to cobble something together in ancient Egyptian “Friends!!! No destroy.”

Twomasks sighed, walking right up to the wolf with his nose barely an inch from the other’s and said in English “You break into our tombs like common tomb robbers, and then proceed to butcher our language, suggesting you are friends.”

Jonah looked visibly shocked now “H-how do you know how to speak our language?”

Twomasks’ eyes narrowed and grabbed the wolf by the throat and marched him backwards – forcing him up against the wall of the tomb “I don’t think that really matters. Did you not read what was written outside? Did you not understand what the fuck I said to you?”

Jonah nodded “… The curse? You are the curse?.. how?!”

Twomasks grinned “You are surrounded by the answer, but too closed minded to ever see it. But enough talk.” he said, grabbing one of the wolf's hands and twisting him around, tying his wrists together. With a swift move, he tripped the wolf, sending him crashing hard onto the stone floor of the tomb. The only light came from the torches, now scattered on the ground after the chaos Twomasks had unleashed.

The wolf had hit his head fairly hard against the floor and was dazed as he lay there looking up at the ‘night sky’ on the tomb’s roof.

Twomasks now moved over to him, kneeling down and unbuttoning the wolf’s shorts “What do guys hold most precious hm? Sure their girlfriends or boyfriends maybe pretty precious to them… but without their dicks they’d worry they’d lose their lovers... and all ability to jerk off in their secret private time huh?” he grinned as he tugged the shorts down, along with his boxers, revealing the wolf’s uncut dick; soft, and vulnerable, flopped over his fluffy pouch of balls.

“Wait!” Jonah cried out “What?!”

“Oh, you don’t know of the story of Horus and Seth? What kind of Egyptologist are you?” Twomasks replied grasping the flaccid member in his hand and squeezing at the tip

The wolf’s breath hitched as he felt his dick being teased “There are a few…. But Horus was in a fight with Seth and he … oh shit. The preserved dicks…”

“Well aren’t you diligent.” Twomasks said pulling out his heated knife, the blade quickly starting to glow “And since you wont remember any of this – yes. The gods were real, are real. Seth put me here to take vengeance on his Nephew’s subjects… And you being one of those mortal subjects … bringing yourself into a place like this… Thank you for your offering.” He said grinning

The wolf watched as the raccoon brought the heated knife down to his now semi hard dick… It was if his own dick was betraying him, the teasing having driven it to grow simply for the fact that the last several weeks had been so focussed on work he had never jerked off … and now the slightest of touch had driven his dick to grow into the hands of someone threatening to remove it!

The wolf’s dick was average in length, but was thicker than most, Twomasks’ hand grasping round it firmly.

Samir, still pinned with his back to the wall could only see feet and legs sticking out from behind the raccoon figure, the actual scene obscured behind one of the sarcophagi in front of him “Professor!” He called out trying to struggle, the old timber being dusty – but still strong enough to contain him

Jonah could hear but couldn’t do anything, because at that moment he felt the knife make contact with the very top of the base of his dick.. the eager wolf length twitched and pulsed as he squirmed.. The blade slicing through the wolfhood like a hot knife would through butter, searing and sealing the blood vessels as it went..

Twomasks took his time, teasing the wolf’s length as he cut… slowly starting to jerk the semi detached meat as he went, giving the wolf a mind bending combination of pain and pleasure as his dick was sliced through..

The situation was too much for the wolf… with how pent up he had been, and the fading sensation of his dick being jerked off almost drowned out the pain of the knife slicing through his precious length… he tensed up, trying to arch his back as Twomasks’ blade sliced through the last of his dick, the weight of the fully hard wolf cock falling into his hand.

The wolf let out a quiet howl, and shot rope upon rope of long pent up seed into the air, falling back down on to his stomach with each thrust of the wolf’s hips.

Twomasks smirked and brought the tip of the wolf’s dick, stolen at the very edge of climax up to his nose, breathing in the wolf’s pent-up scent “And a very delicious scented offering it is too.” He said standing up grasping its base and slowly jerking off the severed meat, allowing the wolf to watch his dick being played with while being somewhat alien in no longer being a part of him.
 
Twomasks stood up and left the wolf panting and exhausted on the floor, placing the wolf’s severed dick on top of Menni’s Sarcophagus and turned to look at the lion pinned to the wall..

Samir looked back with a scared expression across his face, but it soon turned into anger “LET US GO! What even ARE YOU?!” he growled

“A raccoon...” Twomasks said turning his gaze away from him and walking past him in the direction of the corridor “I would have thought educated thieves like yourselves would have been able to recognise a raccoon when they saw one...” He said as he vanished round the corner into the corridor where Marcus was pinned to the ground.

Marcus looked up seeing the raccoon approaching “H-how did you survive in here all those years?!” he asked

“I went through the hole you made in the door, last night.” Twomasks replied

Marcus blinked and realised how stupid he’d been “Oh..”

Twomasks moved round, stepping through the gaps in the timber grid holding the fox to the ground and knelt down over the fox’s legs “But I’m still here about that curse. Your professor has already made his offering, but its time you and your friend make yours…” He said before pushing his nose into the warm soft bulge of the fox’s jeans crotch, breathing in and catching the fox’s scent.

There was something delicious about this fox’s scent… it was the sweet scent of someone who jerked very frequently, and always had some kind of underlaying horniness about them… an all the more precious prize to take…

Marcus yipped, feeling the raccoon pushing his nose into his crotch, blushing and looking around still to see if he can get free... he felt the raccoon lift his nose back up – and then he came into view above him.

Twomasks grinned “I think you’re going to be a very good fox boy and help your friend make his offering, aren’t you?” He said as he held a small blue crystal affixed to a silver chain – swinging slowly above the fox’s nose

Marcus blinked, looking at the crystal, at first trying to work out what it was, but then slowly his expression softened as the words slowly sank in “…. Yes..” he replied quietly, becoming ensnared in the raccoon’s trance.

Twomasks stepped over and pushed one of the stones in the wall, a click was heard and the timber grid loosened, allowing Twomasks to lift it up. Marcus, fully under the effect of the trance now stayed laid there on the floor. “Come on foxy, up on your feet, we have to go help your friend make his offering.”

Marcus nodded, slowly stumbling up to his feet, and after Twomasks had laid the timber frame back down, he followed him back to where Samir was still being held in place against the wall.

Samir blinked as he saw Marcus walk in behind the raccoon “Marcus!? What are you doing!?” he said confused

Twomasks responded “He’s going to help you make your offering to Seth. Isn’t that right, Marcus?”  he said turning to the fox

Marcus nodded slowly

Samir realised that his friend, who he’d spent over two months in a tent, closely together with, was under some kind of hypnotic trance… “Marcus! Snap out of it!”

The fox ignored his friend’s request.

Twomasks smirked “Ok Marcus, why don’t you go pet your friend like you would have done before, to make him feel better?”

Marcus nodded, and to Twomasks’ genuine surprise, the fox walked over to the trapped lion, and rather than petting his head or trying to hug him, he knelt down in front of him and started to rub his hands over the lion’s crotch.

Samir gasped as his friend groped at him… “Marcus! What are you doing!? We said it was supposed to be kept …”  He stopped as Marcus then unzipped his jeans and fished out the lion’s sheath, its pointed tip already peeking “…. Secret.”

Twomasks folded his arms and simply watched as the fox did what came natural to him, in making his friend feel ‘better’ “It looks like you two were a little more close than it seemed huh..” Twomasks smirked

Marcus opened his mouth and engulfed the lion’s exposed sensitive tip, suckling and swirling his tongue around it, feeling his friend’s length twitching and growing quickly into his maw.

Samir tried his best to hide his pleasure, his eyes darting between his friend sucking at his dick, and the raccoon stood watching… “Marcus… come on! No more…” he said trying to pull and tug at the timber frame trapping him against the wall, but it was hopeless... he was completely at the mercy of the fox sucking his dick, and the raccoon controlling him.

Marcus moaned quietly… he had always loved the taste of Samir’s dick… the way the barbs slid and rubbed over his tongue as he sucked … it had been only the third night together when they’d found themselves being so close with each other... and any nights they didn’t, he’d jerk himself off imagining doing just this. His own dick was hard in his jeans, straining at the material. He brought his hand down to grope and tease himself while finally having coaxed the lion to his full 7 inches of length, sliding back just a little.

“Ok Marcus, stand back up and take this knife. It’s time to help your lion friend to make his offering to Seth.” Twomasks said, offering the knife to the fox

Marcus diligently stood up, and took hold of the knife, looking at it briefly and looking a little puzzled

“You need to pull your lion friend’s sheath riiiiiight back… and then cut his dick off with the knife. Ok?” He said almost patronisingly. “The heat will stop it bleeding.”

Marcus nodded, and without hesitation, much to the horror of Samir, he moved right up to the lion, pulled his sheath back and pushed the blade right up against the lion’s sensitive length.

“SHIT MARCUS!!” Samir cried out “STOP! Don’t listen to him! Don’t cut my dick off!! You fucking love my dick why would you cut it off!?” he cried out

Marcus simply carried on, taking hold of the hard lionhood with his left hand as he continued cutting through the lion meat with his right.. Feeling the blade searing and cutting through tendons and tougher tissue as it went.

Samir shouted out “Fuck Marcus!! It fucking hurts!!” as he felt his length coming looser and looser, and then as he watched – the knife suddenly flicked down, slicing through the last of his dick.

Marcus raised his friend’s severed barbed dick up to look at it, his jeans still tented from simply handling the very object he’d jerked off about so many times, and the gravity of the situation passing him by.

Samir watched as the raccoon moved over and took what now once was his dick from Marcus’ hand and teased the tip with his finger.

“Once so sensitive, now just dead meat.” Twomasks said grinning at the lion before turning his attention to Marcus “Ok fox boy. I think its time you got your dick out.”

Marcus nodded and almost eagerly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down, along with his white briefs, letting his own 7-inch hard uncut dick bounce free, the foreskin rolled back halfway over the head.

Samir was still reeling at the fact he had no dick any longer, his sheath hanging empty, but seeing Marcus’ hard dick and his white pouch of balls hanging below he couldn’t help feel what he had so many times before… he may not have a dick any more but he was sure he was hard as a rock.


Twomasks grinned “Ok Marcus, I can see you’re horny, have a few last rubs of it, then you need to cut your own off.” He said with a glint in his eye as he inspected the severed lion dick in his hand.. The veins running along it, the perfect once so sensitive barbs that had driven him to so many climaxes in the past… he ran his hand back and forth along it as he waited for Marcus to respond.

Marcus nodded and moved the knife to his left hand so he could grasp his needy cock with his right, feeling his hard length slide between his fingers and against his palm. He started to jerk himself, back and forth, his muzzle dropping open and leaning back against the wall... All he could do was stare at Samir’s dick in Twomasks’ hand, imaging that cock in his mouth still.. his salty sweet taste… a bead of pre escaped the tip of his foxhood, being picked up and worked over the head by his foreskin as it rolled over it and then back again..

Twomasks spoke up “Ok Marcus. Time to cut it off. Show Seth how much you care for him. And remember, if you give willingly, there will be no pain.”

Marcus panted lightly, looking down at his dick, the part of himself he most prized the most… He must show how much he cared for Seth.. He let go of his dick, it bouncing slightly and moved the knife back to his right hand.. then with his left hand he grasped his dick, and his balls, tugging them slightly from him.

Twomasks and Samir watched the fox as he then brought the knife down and under his full package, pulling the knife up and against his soft velvet pouch where it joined his body.

Marcus let out a moan as he began to cut. The trance he was in allowed him to feel no pain, in fact it seemed to be the opposite! The blade slicing through his most private parts seemed to only give him pleasure!

As the blade sliced through the first of the two cords holding his balls to him, a jolt of pleasure shot up through his crotch. Then a second time as he had fully castrated himself.. His pouch of balls seem to move further away from him as he held his dick – the heated blade now slicing up into the base of his dick.

The fox kept going, his tongue lolling from his muzzle in bliss as he cut through his own dick meat, slowly but surely cutting everything that made him a boy from himself, all while the pure pleasure he felt was growing, just as it would have if he had been jerking off…

So much so that he started to cut even harder, pulling up and slicing the blade with more force, starting to hump slightly into it, and with one final tug, his left hand suddenly moved from his crotch, his dick and balls being taken with it.

He felt his body tensing up, pushing his head back against the tomb wall behind him and moaning out, suddenly reaching his climax – shooting his infertile clear liquid over the cold dusty tomb floor..

Twomasks walked over to the spent entranced fox, reaching for the package the fox had just cut from himself. He lifted it up, and gently pressed the head of the warm hard dick against Marcus’ nose.

Though he was still panting, he felt the heat and caught his scent as the head of his severed dick slid across his nose, slick with the pre that had escaped when he was jerking with it not five minutes ago…

Twomasks couldn’t help himself, he brought that needy fox dick to his own nose, pulling his foreskin forwards and letting the velvety soft tip gently glide over it.. The scent was so sweet with desire. Then as he had with the others, he inspected the prize, running his finger along the length of the severed shaft, around the head and over that supple foreskin, watching the once so sensitive skin nudge this way and that. He rolled it back to look at the shiny plump head, a bead of pre escaping from its tip, there to lubricate a length that no longer had any sensation. He squeezed at those balls hanging in that velvet soft pouch below, once squeezing those orbs to the force he was applying would have caused the fox to squeal and squirm, but although they felt through their warmth and firmness every bit as they had always been, they were no longer the continuation of the fox’s bloodline... they were just purposeless balls of meat.

“There.” Twomasks said “All offerings are now given.” He said as he set the fox’s package along side the hard barbed severed dick of the lion, next to the wolf’s – on top of Menni’s Sarcophagus.  “Marcus, pull your jeans back up and go wait outside.”  He said

While Marcus was doing what he was told, Twomasks now went over to Samir who had been silent in shock over what had happened in the Tomb..  He lifted the blue crystal up “You’re a good lion really.. how about you follow your friend out of the tomb now hm?” he said, reaching out and squeezing and groping at the lion’s empty flaccid sheath.

The fear and shock on the lion’s face seemed to fade to a more neutral expression, and he nodded …

Twomasks released the frame, and the lion slowly moved free, heading back out of the cave.

Jonah had been dazed, leaning himself up against the wall of the tomb.

Twomasks walked over to him “How is the dickless wolf?” he asked

Jonah was starting to realise that curses may not have been entirely superstition … “I am sorry for breaking into the tomb.” He replied

Twomasks wasn’t expecting this as a response... “Good..” He said before bringing the crystal over to the wolf “Now get yourself off the floor, and out to your two students. Wait for me there.”

The Wolf like the other two before him nodded, slipping into the same hypnotic trance and did as he was told.

Twomasks followed the wolf out and stood in front of the three. “None of you will remember anything about finding anything in this place. In fact, you all were so bored at this dig site you ended up cutting your own dicks, and in your case Marcus, your dick and balls off just to do something exciting. You will all now go to bed and sleep. When you wake you will decide nothing is here and pack up.” Twomasks instructed. “And in future, stick to digging up anything that isn’t tombs...” He said

With the sun still high in the sky, the three now walked off back to their tents.

Twomasks now went about looking through the camp. He found the papyrus which had lead the wolf to Menni’s tomb, and dropped it onto the embers of the campfire, it bursting into flames. It wouldn’t be leading anyone else here.  

Next, he went round the sleeping team, gathering up their phones and tablets, along with the professor’s laptop which was left logged on beside his bed.

Twomasks pulled out a USB Drive and plugged it into the laptop.. ‘Hope the world is wanting a few blue screens…’ he thought to himself as he loaded the first of two programs into the computer.. He had identified a component on most computers used in businesses around the world which helped protect from virus’ … but he had recently been able to add a little malicious code which would cause a small but problematic issue. With one click – it was out there. Fed to them without question from the antivirus software.  

He grinned…. First you cause a problem which is so big, it needs a patch to be rolled out more urgently than any patch that has ever been rolled out before… Airport services went down, fast food terminals went down.. company infrastructure stopped working.

And then, you load your code into the bundle of code that gets sent with the hastily rolled out patch…

And within a few hours, Twomasks had his small app pushed out to almost every computer in the world… no need to hack through pesky routers anymore!

Finally, he instructed his app to remove all trace of anything to do with the archaeological dig at the site, and within just a few seconds, all knowledge on the internet, and pcs across the world of the site was gone. People may remember happened ... but the team who were there would report actually finding nothing, no files on the computers, no evidence remaining. Like a strange dream… though an expensive one for the university.

Twomasks walked back to the tomb, and back to the side of Menni’s Sarcophagus. “Hope you liked the show” he grinned “And three more prizes for you to enjoy in the afterlife. I’ll always be watching.” He said before heading out of the tomb one more time.

Twomasks watched the camp being taken down over the next day, none of the three ventured back to the tomb, and once they had left, Twomasks sealed it back up and reburied it with sensors which would alert him should the tomb be disturbed again..

He may not have come away from the events with any new prizes, but his beloved Menni had – and the thought of giving Menni these gifts was all the prize he needed.
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