The natural state of man

The natural state of man is to be absorbed in meditation or practice with Cock. Whatever draws the mind or soul of man away from its natural and primal immersion in Cock is an obstacle to the God-given purpose and function of male human life. Allow your thoughts and practice to follow their natural course: give unto Phallus that which He has created for His own Pleasure and Awareness. Phallus is the force that creates nature and from nature the universe. Phallus moves and opens. All is created by the cleaving of nothingness by Phallus. To open, to accede to Cock is to give homage to Phallus and Creation. There is no creation but that which is created by Phallus. There is no service to God but that which gives homage and adoration to Cock. All men are elements of a vastly complex network of force, power, submission, creation and destruction, a network that is the primal workings of Phallus. The Godhood of Cock is the ordinal fact.

The worship and admiration, the adoration of Cock is the religious acknowledgment of this sacred network of energy and Being. There are men who are manifestations of Priapus, honored with a Presence between their legs that commands awe and carries immense Power. Often these men carry very large Cocks. Give homage to large Cocks, from which the nature of awe and terror come. These men are given worship, their Cocks are Gods and oracles. To gaze on such a Cock gives man fortune and communion with Phallus. To physically touch such a Cock is auspicious in the highest degree. Priapic man is the sacred Presence of creation made manifest and apparent. The man — and beyond the man, all things made by man — are flowers sustained and dreamt by Cock. When you look at a man know that this flesh, this hair, these eyes and hands and muscle and mind are all creations of Cock that Phallus will be adored and worshiped.

In the seed of a man is everything. In the ejaculation of a man there is the entire cosmos, the beginning and the end of all things. In the taste and smell and texture of a man’s semen is the totality of the galaxies, the stars, the worlds. With each ejaculation God creates everything anew. Worship the seed of man. It is the breath of God, the raw substance from which all things are made and within which all things are contained. In the taste of semen there is the teachings of God. When one man gives his semen to another man God is acknowledged and increased. Look at the body of man as a great work of God, created for the worship of Cock, the adoration of Phallus. In this is based the joy of manhood and the perfection of the cockworshiper’s existence.

Love man as the vessel of semen, of seed; and love man as the bearer of Phallus, the living-place and temple of Cock. Give worship to the Priapic man who is an oracle of God. To see this Cock is to feel the dreadful all-consuming power of God. To see this Cock is to know the nature of Godhood, the undeniable need to draw closer. To see this Cock is to experience the fire that is the cockworshiper’s purpose and prayer: “Make me One with Cock!” Kneeling on the floor before Priapus, with forehead pressed to the floor, pray to Cock:

Fire that is the terrible beauty and power of Phallus, Godhood and Creator and Flesh, Take as Yours this soul, this life, this man. Make of this soul a vessel for Your Pleasure and Power. To You, Great Being and Creator, all is given.

Priapic Cock, take this consciousness, this soul, this life, this man forever. This life, this soul, this man for Cock.

Cock Is My Shepherd

by DJ James

COCK is my shepherd.

I will always want more. He makes me kneel before him to take the length of his shaft on my tongue. He leads me in paths of phallic worship for his names sake. He anoints my head with showers of piss. My cock flows over with holy cum.

Though I walk through this world of those who don’t understand you I will not be deterred. Because your cock lust is always with me. Your holy rod and always full balls, they comfort me.

Surely cock and ass will always be presented to me and I will dwell in the temple between men’s legs forever.

Arapho prayer

by Nick Mat

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This is an Arapho prayer, taught to me by an elder. I recite it every morning as I offer my alpha cream to Priape.

I wash my hands — the instrument of my work — so they may be as clean as my heart, and I touch my nipples, my testicles, my phallus.

The cock pulsates; may it be aroused in a good way.

My cock is the path to life, to pleasure, and to satisfaction.
I honour the brotherhood. May the spirit of all men who have spilled their seed before me guide my hands in self love.

Masturbation is governed by the creator who planted the seed in man. It is an expression of him because my cock belongs to him. I lovingly accept the power of the phallus.

Cock, My Everything

Cock is what I want. 
Cock is what I need. 
Cock is all I long for. 
Cock is what I seek.

I open up my mouth
And stretch out my tongue.
Fill me now my lord.
I want to eat your cum.

As long as I live I will declare
With all my living soul
Cock is everything to me
And cum will make me whole.

— DJ James

The Priapeia

“Take heed lest thou art caught. If I do seize thee, nor with my club will I belabour thee, nor cruel wounds with the curved sickle will inflict on thee. Thrust into by my twelve-inch pole, thou shalt be so stretched that thou wilt think thy anus never had any wrinkles.”

— Epigram 10 The Priapeia
with thanks to Brother Antonio

Praise the Lord!

Imagine me kissing your shaft and looking at your whole erection.

I gently rub your corpora spongiosa between my forefinger and middle finger feeling you grow with firmness.

Easing back your foreskin and shaft skin I see your glistening glans oozing precum.

I lick it from under your frenulum and you harden even more.

Opening my mouth I take you past my moist lips grazing the top of your glans gently with my front teeth as it rests its weight on my tongue.

My hand reaches under my chin and through your open legs to cup your swollen testicles whilst my other hand massages a buttock cheek.

You are panting and you place both hands on my head as if I’m receiving a blessing. They slowly dictate the speed of your cumming orgasm.

Then as I touch your puckered sphincter with my finger you cry out:
“Receive this nectar that is given for you, take and swallow it for it is life and love.”

You fill my Chalice, coating my tongue, teeth, cheek walls and throat with the holy juice. I use my finger to gather up the excess I can feel around my lips and chin that has escaped my mouth during your thrusting explosion. Nothing of the divine and sublime essence is wasted.

I am satiated and saved by your sacrificial gift.

My lips firmly surround your penis, sucking it lightly as it slides out and I ensure no sacred sperm is lost.

Catching my breath I say “Thank you Lord” as I gaze at your softening enormity of length and girth and look into your grateful eyes.

You lift your phallus to touch and bless my forehead, cheeks and chin. It is the blessed confirmatory blessing of your pleasure.

“Praise be to you my Lord” I say.

“Nema” you say.

I faint and lie lifeless at your feet.


— by Brother Brian (Justin07663 on

Envisioning an altar piece for the temple — a wooden chair with various straps and hardware. As the brothers are seated in the pews in the congregation a man is escorted onto the altar wearing loose light robes. It is obvious that he is nude beneath the robe that is tied closed. Once centered in front of the congregation with the chair behind him the escorts untie the robe. It gently parts revealing a vertical length of naked flesh from torso down the leg yet still not exposing the God between his legs craving to be revealed to all present. The chorus of prayers emanating from the brothers present is indecipherable.

The escorts remove the robe and the cock is presented. A rise in chorus increases as the chosen one is gently seated on the dark wooden chair. Slowly and methodically each strap is fastened on each appendage: ankle, calf, thigh, wrist, upper arm, torso, head and then a light gauze hood is draped over his head. A deep bell tolls. The crank on the side of the chair slowly moves under the power of the escort causing the knees of the chosen one to slowly open. The bell continues to roll and the legs further spread wide exposing more fully the cock god while allowing the pendulous balls to dangle off the bench beneath the buttocks.

Once the chair is opened to the maximum position causing the chosen to be as spread eagle as possible the congregation of brother slowly emerge from the pews in a single file line to approach the god Cock, place a gentle kiss on the head, fondle its shaft knowing that the soft moans from the host are the pleasures made vocal by your god.

My daily prayer

Submitted by Reverend Tom Reynolds

Strip your mortal clothes from your holy body and, naked and aroused, stand before the living god of Cock. Let us pray, my son, and in filthy blasphemy show God almighty how His heavenly gift of hard, oozing Cock is being worshipped and adored in glorious, fucking joy. Confess your Phallic love and sing pride as you masturbate, or suck or fuck…


I join you in naked glory at the altar of Phallic glory and together let us worship and share the love of Cock and empty our balls of sacred cum…