You open the door, and you're immediately surprised by the gold décor of the room. In the middle of the room is a sand colored wrestling arena with gold colored wires. Next thing you notice is the... jackal? Something is occupying a throne positioned between you and the arena. That something is a very human looking... thing, except it's covered in black fur and bore a face resembling a jackal. They also wore a white and gold ribbon from his waist to his knees. They're twice as buff as you, and had this "kneel, peasant," aura about him, accomplished by his gaze, posture, and two cattle fanning him on either side. They're hanging a leg across their knee. All the while, he had this gaze, the gaze a cat owner would give when the cat brings a dead rat to them. You were the dead rat to them.
"You took your time getting here..." the jackal said stoically. From their tone, you figured they were a man. "What are you wearing?" You don't know why, but you wanted to do as he said. You wanted to fulfill his order, and you weren't sure it was because he intimidated you. You toss the sheet you covered yourself up, exposing your nearly naked form. You hear the jackal stifle a chuckle. "Didn't realize my opponent was so... tiny." He brings a leg down, spreading them both, exposing everything below his ribbon that the light could hit. You don't know why you looked, but you saw a 10 inch cock under there, resulting in you turning your head away from the sight. The jackal gets up off of the throne, and you could swear you see him grin for a split second. Did he notice you were staring down there?
"Well? We aren't getting anywhere while you're gawking there." You couldn't move. You wanted to move, you wanted to do what he says, but his gaze froze you on the stop. After maybe 10 seconds of nothing, the jackal rolls his eyes, and claps his hands twice, and the two cattle rush you, grabbing an arm and leg each. They yank you past the throne and over to the arena, throwing you under the wires and onto the arena. You get to your feet and turn around, seeing the jackal in the arena with you. You look beside him, seeing one of his cattle slaves holding a flail, presumably for the jackal to use later. "Certain people are allowed to call me Anubis, but you will call me lord. And you will beg to please me by the end of today."
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