Hail the Almighty

From a new member:

My fellow brothers, I’ve recently found this site and more importantly l’ve found my home and church. Like you, l have long understood that Penis has given me life. Penis is my one and only true God and must be worshiped, praised and revered above all else in this world.

I encourage you to create an altar for God, whether it be a picture of a magnificent Penis, a realistic dildo or some other representation of Almighty God Penis. The altar should be placed in a peaceful area in your home, adorned with candles and a soft pillow for you to kneel upon when it’s time to pray and to celebrate our Lord. God should be positioned so that, once you’re knelt, He is above your head so you’re gazing up at Him and all His glory. Bow down on your knees and worship, my brothers. Light the candles of your home-made altar every morning when you get up, every evening before going to bed and any other time of day you feel the need to praise and Worship Almighty God Penis.

He deserves our complete and total adoration and praise. Make it known to him and to all others that Penis rules our lives. We live for Cock and will do anything our God wants and desires of us. We bow down on our knees in the presence of the Almighty and worship our Lord.

The Cummunion is a banquet.

Eat and Drink! Do not stay hungry!

The Phallic God serves us his seed, his soul and his divinity, converted into heavenly food.

The food that Phallus gives us is the seed that gives the life of the world.
And if someone asks you “How can we eat their own seed?”

Say to them: “Truly, I say to you, Eat the seed of Man and drink his urine, The man, who eats the seed of man and drinks his urine, will have wisdom and life, Because man will remain in Priapus and Priapus will remain in Him.

Come and eat the sexual feast! Do not stay hungry! Satiate the carnal desire of men!
In the Cummunion, Priapus serves us from his own body and from his own divinity.

To approach the Cummunion with Priapus, you only need the clothing you were born with, forgetting modesty and shame. If not, we cannot approach Cummunion with Priapus.

By the Cummunion with Priapus we receive strength and food for the road. Eating the Semen you recover your strength, vigor, encouragement and enthusiasm and continue walking through life.

When we take the Cummunion frequently, we will be in tune with Priapus the God Phallus. That will prepare our minds to access new and wonderful pleasures that we might otherwise fear. The frequent Cummunion strengthens us the spiritual organism as a foretaste for the greater pleasures that are to come.

Semen is a piece of paradise, because to reach Him it is necessary to know and taste the orgasm and ardently desire it to be a longer time, but at the same time we want it to end soon as it is irresistibly delicious.

You can access Priapus’s Semen in different ways; however a good son and worshiper of Priapus should live the orgasm in a deeper way, since in that magical moment you access the presence of Our God. In that moment He listens to you, understands you and favors you.

Everyone is invited to this meal without exception, the perfect ones so as not to decay; the imperfect ones, so that they aspire to perfection; the strong ones so as not to lose weight; the weak to be strong; the sick to heal; the healthy ones so as not to get sick. By drinking from the Phallus of Man you recognize that you are putting your lips on Priapus’ own phallus, you are before the Divinity.

Everyone has their own tastes and their own fetishes, but in general terms, when you set out to go to the Cummunion, you should polish both your body and your spirit. Wash face and hair. And all those delicacies characteristic of lovers, of fine and strong souls, who know how to pay Love with love. In your mind, you must prioritize the desire to serve as many men as possible and to ingest as many cumloads as are offered to you.

Going to a Ritual of Cumunión with Priapus and rejecting the semen of an ejaculation is like being invited to a big banquet, sitting at the table and looking at all the served dishes, the tasty and appetizing dishes. But when the waiter comes to serve, you say:

“I’m not going to eat. I’m full. I’m just going to look!”

Is that not a complete discourtesy, right? Or worse, take a bite and then spit it out deliberately. How do you feel seeing this. Perhaps you are rejecting your own God Priapus.

By the Cummunion we Priapus’s boys, and worshipers are united not only as brothers but also as lovers. Because for the children of the God Priapus there is no union more sacred than the sexual. Through the Homosexual unión God Priapus is perennized and eternalized, letting his seed flow from generation to generation.

By the Cummunion with our God Priapus we fall in love more and more with Him and we make other men — many! — follow the same path.

The Cumunión is the main fruit the intimate union with Priapus. The Cummunion increases our union with Priapus. Semen is a material food that satisfies our physical body, like our spiritual life. The worshiper of Priapus needs to be fed by the Cummunion throughout his life, until the moment of death, when it is given to us as viaticum. The more we participate in the Cummunion with Priapus the more we progress in their friendship, and therefore the more difficult it will be for us to break with Him and His sacred principles.

When should you take the Cummunion? The Temple of Priapus strongly recommends that the faithful receive the sacred Cummunion as frequently as possible. Even every day. When we approach God Priapus, if we want, we speak intimately with Him, as one talks to a friend, as one talks to a brother, as one talks to your father.

And after taking the Cummunion, it is good to dedicate a few minutes to give thanks to the man who has made possible the real presence of Priapus in your body. It is a detail of respect and love. Each Brother will find a way to personally thank the man who has given him the possibility of receiving Him.

Always remember that any man is capable of feeding his brother; the food of God Priapus is of the whole community, regardless of their social, economic, racial or sexual preference. All men, Priapus’s sons should meet regularly for a fraternal meal.

La Cummunion es un banquete.

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¡Coman y Beban! ¡No se queden con hambre!

El Dios Falo nos sirve su semilla, su alma y su divinidad convertido en alimento celestial.

El alimento que nos regala Falo es la propia semilla que da la vida del mundo.
Y si alguno te pregunta “¿Cómo podemos comer su propia semilla?”.

Díles asi: “En verdad, les digo, Coman la semilla del Hombre y beban su orines. El que coma la semilla del hombre y beba sus orines, tendrá sabiduría y vida. Porque el hombre permanecerá en Príapo y Príapo permanecerá en él.

¡Vengan y coman del banquete sexual! ¡No se queden con hambre! ¡Sacien sus deseos!
En la Cummunion, Priapo nos sirve de su propio cuerpo y de su propia divinidad.

Para acercarte a la Cummunion con Príapo, sólo se necesita el traje de gala con el que has nacido, olvidando el recato y la vergüenza. Si no, no podemos acercarnos a la comunión con Priapo.

Por la Cummunion con Príapo recibimos la fuerza y el alimento para el camino. Comiendo el Semen recobras tus fuerzas, vigor, ánimo y aliento y sigues caminando por la vida.

Cuando tomamos la Cummunion con frecuencia, estaremos en sintonía con Priapo el dios Falo. Eso preparara nuestra mente para acceder a nuevos y maravillosos placeres que de otro modo pudiéramos temer. La Cummunion frecuente nos va fortaleciendo el organismo espiritual como anticipo para los mayores placeres que están por venir.

El semen es un pedazo de paraíso, porque para llegar a El es necesario conocer y saborear el orgasmo y deseemos ardientemente que sea un momento más prolongado, pero al mismo tiempo deseamos que acabe pronto ya que es irresistiblemente delicioso.

Se puede acceder al Semen de Príapo de distintas maneras sin embargo un buen hijo y adorador de Príapo debería vivir el orgasmo de manera más profunda, ya que en ese momento mágico, tu accedes a la presencia del Nuestro Dios Príapo. En ese momento El te escucha, te comprende y te favorece.

A esta comida son invitados todos sin excepción, Los perfectos para no decaer; los imperfectos, para que aspiren a la perfección; los fuertes para no enflaquecer; los débiles para robustecerse; los enfermos para sanar; los sanos para no enfermar. Al beber del Falo del Hombre reconoces que estas poniendo los labios en el propio falo de Príapo, estas ante la propia divinidad.

Cada uno tiene sus propios gustos y sus propios fetiches, pero en términos generales, cuando te dispones a ir a la Cummunion, deberías arreglar tanto tu cuerpo como tu espíritu. El rostro lavado y el pelo recortado y arreglado. Y todas esas delicadezas propias de los enamorados, de almas finas y recias, que saben pagar con amor el Amor. En tu mente debe primar el deseo de servir a tantos hombres como te sea posible y de ingerir tantas descargas como te sean ofrecidas.

Ir a un Ritual de Cumunión con Príapo y rechazar el semen de una eyaculación es como ser invitado a un gran banquete, sentarse a la mesa y mirar todas las fuentes servidas, los platillos sabrosos y apetitosos. Más cuando el mesero se acerca a servirte le dices:

– No voy a comer. Estoy lleno. Sólo voy a mirar!.
¿Eso es una completa descortesía verdad? O lo que es peor, tomar un bocado y luego escupirlo deliberadamente. ¿Cómo te sientes al ver esto? Acaso no estas rechazando a tu propio Dios Príapo.

Por la Cummunion nosotros los hijos y adoradores de Príapo no unimos como hermanos pero también como amantes. Porque para los hijos del Dios Príapo no hay unión más sagrada que la sexual. Por medio de la unión sexual Homosexual el Dios Príapo se perenniza y se eterniza dejando fluir su semilla de generación en generación.

Por medio de la Cummunion con nuestro Dios Príapo nos enamoramos cada día mas de El y hacemos que otros hombres —¡muchos!— sigan igual camino.

La Cumunión es el fruto principal la unión íntima con Príapo. La Cumunión acrecienta nuestra unión con Príapo. El semen es un alimento material que sacia nuestro cuerpo físico, como nuestra vida espiritual. El adorador de Príapo necesita ser alimentado por la Cumunión a lo largo de toda su vida, hasta el momento de la muerte, cuando nos sea dada como viático. Cuanto más participamos en la Cummunion con Príapo más progresamos en su amistad, y por tanto más difícil se nos hará romper con Él y sus sagrados principios.

¿Cuándo conviene tomar la Cummunion? La Iglesia de Príapo recomienda vivamente a los fieles que reciban la sagrada Cumunión tan frecuentemente como sea posible. Incluso todos los días. Cuando nos acercamos al Dios Príapo, si queremos, hablamos íntimamente con El, como se habla con un amigo, como se habla con un hermano, como se habla con tu padre.

Y después de tomar la Cummunion, es bueno dedicar unos minutos para dar gracias al hombre que ha hecho posible la presencia real de Príapo en tu cuerpo. Es un detalle de respeto y amor. Cada Hermano encontrará el modo de agradecer personalmente al hombre que le ha dado la posibilidad de recibirle.

Recordad siempre que, cualquier hombre es capaz de alimentar a su hermano, la comida de Dios Príapo es de toda la comunidad, sin importar su condición social, económica, racial o preferencia sexual. Todos los hombres hijos de Príapo deberán reunirse regularmente para una comida fraterna.

Nuestro Templo Fálico

Una descripción de quiénes somos, dirigida a mis Hermanos Latinos que aman la Verga

Este breve escrito llega con algo de tardanza, pero, enhorabuena, querido Hermano Latino, me regocijo de que nos hayas encontrado. Ya alguien me había preguntado por qué no escribía en español; somos, después de todo, cientos de millones de personas con un precioso idioma en común. En el mundo latino reconocemos y celebramos las diferencias que hacen de cada cultura un pueblo rico y único, pero en lo esencial, nos unen muchas más cosas de las que nos separan.

Tú, mi Hermano, y yo somos Hombres.

Nuestros Penes y nuestra capacidad de producir la Simiente que engendra la Vida en nuestros Huevos, es lo que, fundamentalmente, nos define como Hombres.

Desde que inicia el despertar de nuestra sexualidad, cada Hombre desarrolla una relación única y especial con su Pene, a quien reconocemos no solo como una fuente de inmenso placer, sino también de poder: miramos con asombro como nuestras Penes parecen cobrar vida cuando, como si atendiendo a sus propios deseos, mutan desde su estado flácido hasta su soberbia erección. Nos deleitamos siendo testigos de como tanto Mujeres como Hombres se maravillan ante la potencia y belleza de nuestros Penes; ser penetrados y llenados por nuestras Pingas y su vivificante y deliciosa energía es un placer que muchos Hombres estamos redescubriendo.

Nuestro Templo de Príapo no es exactamente una religión; se trata de un espacio para que Hombres diversos compartan ideas y creencias basadas en prácticas que se resumen en la visión de que nuestros Penes son una manifestación física del aspecto Masculino de la Divinidad, y que, por la gracia de esos dones impartidos por nuestros Falos—dones como el Placer y Poder—podemos tener una conexión más íntima, profunda y fraterna con nostros mismos, con nuestros Hermanos, y con todo cuanto existe.

Templo de Príapo es un espacio para celebrar nuestra masculinidad y la expresión de nuestra sexualidad, libres de las cadenas perniciosas de la culpa y la vergüenza.

“En el Templo de Príapo, creemos que la satisfacción y expresión responsable, feliz, consensual y libre de culpa de nuestra sexualidad siempre será una elección más saludable que la supresión perversa del pensamiento y del deseo.”

Un espacio para Hombres que aman la Verga

Hermano, tal vez tú, como yo, vienes de un ambiente conservador donde se enseña que masturbarte es una actividad inmoral y estéril que no conduce a nada, una costumbre de viciosos y/o perdedores que no pueden tener “sexo real.”

Tal vez tú, como yo, creciste en una cultura donde amar la Verga—la tuya propia y, sobre todo, las de otros Hombres—es visto como una perversión enfermiza, sucia y pecaminosa. Maricón, joto, playo, bugarrón, cueco, puto; mil y un insultos y epítetos denigrantes que con seguridad sufriste alguna vez, orientados todos a hacerte sentir que eras “menos hombre” porque prefieres a los hombres, porque los amas.

Los Hermanos en Príapo creemos exactamente lo contrario. En lugar de considerar la intimidad con nuestros propios Penes y con los de nuestros hermanos como una abominación, la reconocemos como una expresión no solo perfectamente natural, sino como un regalo del Espíritu Divino Masculino en nosotros que se deleita en la celebración de su propia Masculinidad:

Creemos que compartir nuestro amor por la Verga con Hombres que piensan y sienten como nosotros, querido Hermano, no reduce nuestra Hombría, sino todo lo contrario…

…la fortalece.

Nuestra masculinidad se fortalece cuando la construimos de manera libre y personal, como deseamos, sin ideas preconcebidas, dogmáticas, castrantes, ni amenazantes de qué es lo que significa ser un Hombre.

Nuestra masculinidad se fortalece cuando su dimensión sexual es explorada y celebrada sin miedo a ser juzgados, castigados, censurados y excluidos.

Nuestra masculinidad también se fortalece cuando es compartida con otros Hombres de manera saludable, jovial, fraterna, respetuosa y afectuosa.

De un Hermano a otro Hermano

El Templo de Príapo es una Hermandad, un espacio basado en el respeto y la camaradería creado por Hombres, por Machos como tú y como yo que amamos la Verga, y ese amor empieza por nuestros propios Penes, a los cuales satisfacemos abundamente. Creemos que la masturbación, considerada en la mitología griega como un regalo de Hermes/Pan/Príapo, es un acto sagrado que puede ser usado para meditar sobre la realidad y para transformarla, para enfocar nuestras energías, o sencillamente para el autodisfrute de nuestra exuberante masculinidad sin culpa y sin remordimientos.

“Amo mi cuerpo y mis cualidades tal cual han sido recibidos,
y trabajo sobre ellos para crecer como Hombre y como ser espiritual.”

Por años viví avergonzado de mi sexualidad y de mi cuerpo, por ser demasiado delgado, por no tener un Pene enorme, por ser Latino, por mis deseos homosexuales y por una docena de otras cosas. En el Templo de Príapo pretendemos reforzar el mensaje de que solo quien se ama a sí mismo puede amar a otros. Solo quien se ama a sí mismo puede iniciar el propósito de amar la creación entera. Por eso buscamos vencer la vergüenza a través de la aceptación y celebración de nuestros cuerpos y nuestra sexualidad, a través del disfrute y del placer que empiezan por conocernos, complacernos, desarrollarnos y amarnos a nosotros mismos.

Orgullo: latino, hombre y adorador del Falo

Reitero, siempre que puedo, que ser Latino es un regalo. Tenemos la estirpe de tres razas—india, blanca y negra—con fortalezas (y debilidades) de todas ellas. Con frecuencia hemos sido y somos caricaturizados, humillados, tratados con condescendencia, como producto “exótico,” como los hijos ignorantes e incultos de sociedades que no consiguen “despegar” cuando se nos compara con el llamado “Primer Mundo,” el cual, supuestamente, se ha desarrollado por sus propios medios.

Pero solo necesitamos vernos al espejo para recordarnos que somos espectacularmente bellos; únicos en nuestra calidez latina, nuestra picardía, nuestra capacidad de reírnos de la vida y la adversidad. Somos apasionados y luchadores. Hemos sobrevivido siglos de atropello espiritual, cultural, político, económico…

…y aún estamos aquí.

Hoy no pretendemos otra cosa que forjar nuestro propio destino. A un nivel individual, para los hombres que nacemos y/u optamos por maneras diferentes de expresar nuestra masculinidad y sexualidad, esto significa abrazar nuestras preferencias, nuestra diversidad, nuestra naturaleza, nuestras identidades, nuestros deseos. En el Templo de Príapo, realmente no estamos “predicando” nada nuevo. Nosotros somos Hombres que creemos que el amor y el sexo pueden destruir el odio y la maldad. ¿Cómo? Uniéndonos como Hombres, en lugar de separarnos…

…amándonos, en lugar de hacernos daño.

Ten cuidado, mi Hermano, de aquellos que se apresuran a hablar de diferencias raciales, de nacionalidades, de clases y de odios sempiternos. Con frecuencia buscan manipularnos y hacernos partícipes de sus retorcidas agendas…

recuerda que TODOS los Hombres somos HERMANOS.

Cuando decimos que el Falo es Dios, simplemente estamos reconociendo ese vínculo espiritual, físico, emocional y sexual que nos une como Hombres y como Hermanos.

Si tú eres como nosotros, no busques más, mi Hermano.

Bienvenido a Casa.

Cock Creed

I believe in you, my glorious and divine Penis. You are the center of my body, my life, my sexuality, and my spirituality. You fill my entire body with your sexual energy. I am totally devoted to you. You are my God and indeed my whole being.

The Book of the Monks (excerpt)

The Temple

The temple is the place of contact between man and what he considers important to him. Temples are some of the oldest buildings constructed by mankind. The temple is where man expresses his nature and celebrates his beliefs. The temple is more than a place of worship. The temple is also a place where man can feel contact and connection with others who share his beliefs. The temple is also a place to search for knowledge. In the East temples are used as universities and study centers.

The temple serves many purposes. The temple is also a place to feel absorbed in love, to feel a connection with your brothers, and a place to bond over shared beliefs and practice the rituals of worship.

imageThe temple is the masturbator’s penis. In the temple you will seek to connect with your inner-self and acquire a deeper understanding of your connection to the divine masculine. In the temple all of us connect to the Great Erect Phallus and the Sacred Masculine. With your legs spread wide, the temple doors are open for you to focus on your cock. Follow this path: devote yourself to extended periods of masturbation and you will dive deeply into the Goon. When your legs are spread wide, representing the open temple doors for worship, you willingly expose yourself to other worshipers so they may see the beauty of the hard, veiny, pulsing, erect phallus. As you worship, the cock and balls will exhale the sweaty, heady, musky scent of masculinity. Breathe in this aroma. Let the scent flood your mind as you masturbate. You will feel a tingling throughout your body that radiates from your dick and your mind will be solely focused on the worship of the phallus.

In the temple, all ritual and phallic alchemy are performed in order to achieve growth and development.

We enter the temple every time we masturbate. This is the phallic symbology. The temple is the point of contact with your sacred center, with your true nature, with your instincts and desires. When you enter the temple your mind and spirit are in harmony and you understand the teachings of the Phallus more easily. The Phallus will relax your mind and body; it removes away the tensions of the outside world so when we return to the profane world we are recharged. We receive the welcome daily burden of service to cock at the temple. We receive the vital masculine energy while we worship at the temple. We reconnect with our brotherhood and realign our sacred-selves to the greater purpose of Priapus. Worship at the temple and strengthen your cock.Masturbate and serve the masculine GodCock.

When two or more men gather and open their temples to masturbate, a great force is created that connects all the divine power of all penises throughout time. Cock power emanates from all men before them, all men around them, and all men that will come after them, for without the sacred sperm, there were, nor will be, other men. The temple-penis points upwards like an arrow, which allows you to capture all the energy of the universe. The erect penis is like an antenna drawing energy from the universe and amplifying our masculine vibration for all men.

Open the temple doors and let it work.

This is a short portion from a roughly 40-page paper that was posted in the old but still somewhat active Tribe of Priapus Yahoo group some months ago. The original, named Livro dos Monges, was written in Portuguese. Translation to English used Google Translate, and it is now undergoing final editing and formatting.

Newcomer to the Garden of Cock

Erotic fiction and metaphors on some of the practices and beliefs of our Brotherhood

On the odyssey of my life, I, ever a seeker, entered a forest of alluring darkness. I feared not, though, for below the swirling canopy there was a scent not unlike my own. 

Roasted chestnut. Allspice. Aged Cheese. Moist soil. Rock Salt. Ale.

I did not fear because the smell made me feel like Home.

Amidst the thicket, I beheld a mighty Tower rise up; a triumphant sword against the sky.

The Tower stood tall, arrogant, proud, stout, luminous and beautiful beyond words.

“Behold the Key that undoes all locks,” a voice said. A young Man wearing nothing but copper earrings came out of the bush and knelt before the Tower.

“Behold the Iron Rod that fits and fills all spaces.” said a second, Mature Man. He walked past me, completely naked except for a silver band he wore in his ring finger. Enthralled  by the exuberance of the Tower, loudly did he say, as he knelt before it:

“Behold the Battering Ram that breaches all gates.”

A third Man wearing a gold pentacle on a chain, approached us from the Tower. and thus spoke:

 “Behold the Sceptre of Sovereignty, Writ of Heaven,  Voice of the East, All-Father, Grandfather, High Priest, Pontifex, Deliverer of those in need, Benefactor of the hungry, Consort to the Divine Feminine, Keeper of the Secret Garden of Men, Impaling Victor, King of Kings, Raider of all ports, Conqueror of the Citadel, Bane of the Proud, Pride of the Endowed, Elder Stag, Billy Goat, Prized Bull, Chieftain, Beloved Husband, Divining Rod, Lord of Sodom, Fist of God.”

“All His Sons,” he added while looking at me in the eye, “shall bend the knee before Him.”

I knew it in an instant.

I found He who I had been looking for.

My heart beat ferociously as I approached the One Who Wore the Sun. His age was indescribable; at times he seemed older, at others he looked younger.  His body pulsed with flowing vitality and intoxicating masculinity and libido. Whatever form was shown to me, it appeared to cater to my desires, to my lust past, present…

…and future.

He was the source of the sweet and savory musk.

The orchard was His.

He was the Tower.

When I came before Him, excited, captivated, I was surprised to see He looked a lot like me. Perhaps it was I who looked a lot like Him. We were alike, and yet different; He was a more perfect me, a fuller me, but he was all the Men I had loved at the same time. When He smiled at me, He had the twinkle of the first Man I had sex with, the cadence of the Man I loved the most (he would eventually break my heart), the jadedness of my high school crush, the confidence and experience of the Man who introduced me to the local leather scene.

My knees jerked and gave way, intentionally or unintentionally.

“Pray tell me,” I begged in defeat, “who are You who wield this Power over me?”

“I am,” he replied, “your Heart’s innermost desire. I am Who You seek. I am the embodiment of your truest, freest Self. I am You. I am who You choose Me to be. Fight no more. Resist no more.” At last He bid:

“Meet my gaze my Son.”

“I AM COCK, YOUR GOD.”

He rose. Towering. Beckoning.

And I came to His Fold with newfound purpose. Before my baptism I had just sucked Cock. Having found God, from then on I served Men, I served Penis, my own and my Brothers’. I worshiped Him with passion, with unflinching devotion and an elated heart. I allowed Cock to inebriate my senses and vanquish any hint of doubt. I worship the God who truly loves me, a God that cannot tell lies.

I worshiped him until tears of joy and gratitude rolled down my cheeks.

“To please Your God, is to please Yourself,” He said when feeding me the Seed of Man.

“To Worship Your God is to Worship creation itself.”

*

“You have learned of the Self. Now you shall learn of the Other.” He motioned me to stand and brought my attention towards the Young Man with the copper earrings kneeling on my left.

“You must learn of Brotherhood.”

“This Man is Your Son, Your Nephew, Your Grandson, Your Younger Brother, Your Slut…

…your Boy.”

Looking at Him, he appeared to me as the most beautiful flirt I had laid eyes upon. So young, so sweet, so soft, so fresh to pick. While I was wildly aroused, Boy looked so young I could not tell for sure whether he was of age. I felt embarrassed that I was so turned on by his youth.

“Do not be ashamed of your hesitation, my Son,” the Pentacled Man said, “for our Brotherhood is not without ethical guidelines.

Our Brotherhood is based on Love. As such, loving consent is cardinal to our practice. We believe only adults can make informed choices about partaking of the Male Mysteries.

“This one,” said The Golden One while walking towards the Boy and rubbing the Mighty Member on his beaming face, “is legal in at least 50 American States, 50 sovereign European countries, 20 Latin American países, 54 African Nations; you get the drift.”

“Boy might be young, but He is your Senior in the Brotherhood. I personally saw to his initiation. Like all my Submissive Children, He is a Whore for Cock, and He loves it.” My Mentor said all this while fondling the Young Man’s Hair and shoving his hairy balls onto Him.

“It upsets you that I speak so shamelessly and lasciviously about our Fellow Brother in His Presence, because there are many layers to your sexuality that have been repressed and suppressed for years. “

“Look at Him.”

“He too is You. He too is God.”

“Brotherhood is about compassion; it is about the understanding and celebration of each other’s desires.”

“Will you not share of yourself with your Younger Brother?”

“We all have roles to play within the Hierarchy of the Brotherhood,” He continued. “The Alpha’s main role is to sodomize Submissives into rapture by injecting God’s Virile Energy into the chalice of their Lust, and thus, into the World.”

I gave it to Him.

At first I felt uncomfortable with the Priest of God’s lewd “encouragement.”

“Teach Him.” “Tame Him.” “Fuck Him.” He would utter every so often with wanton abandon.

However, at times it felt as if the words were coming out of my own mouth. 

And Boy loved it.

And I loved it.

*

“You have learned of Alphahood. Now you shall learn of its Twin.” He motioned me to stand and brought my attention towards the Mature Man with the silver ring kneeling on my right.

“You must now learn of Submission.”

“This Man is Your Father, Your Uncle, Your Grandfather, Your Elder Brother, Your ‘Daddy’…

This Man is your Alpha.”

“Be it because of their size, their handsomeness, their endowment, their assertiveness, their deep, commanding voice; their sexual prowess, their charisma, their experience, their finesse, their discretion, their success in life, their emotional intelligence, their wits, their solid values, their independence, their strong will and determination, or any combination of the above, these men exude confidence and masculinity.”

“They are Alphas, natural Leaders, Protectors, Managers, Monarchs, Patriarchs; they are worshiped both within and outside our Brotherhood, for they teach others how to be Men.”

“This Evening you will learn of the joy that comes from sexually submitting to them.”

Something astonishing then happened. The Mature Man on the right stood up and my Guide, the Man with the Pentacle Necklace that had revealed the Face of God to me, knelt and took the former’s place! While the Young Man with the copper earrings grinned wickedly at me, I looked at the Priest of God; He no longer looked otherworldly and his form did not seem to change and shift like earlier before.

The Mature Man came to me. He was actually shorter than I was, but bulkier and in much better shape. His hair was lined with silver and his chest was full of fur all the way down to a magnificent low-hanger.

I could not take my eyes away from It.

“Unlike our High Priest, I am not too good with words. You fucked my Boy here real good… made me horny as hell to watch you two. Are you ready to take the same treatment?”

“What?” I blurted. It was not that I did not like to get fucked, I mean, technically I was still versatile. However I shuddered at the thought of this Bull sodomizing and doing to me the same nasty things I did to the Boy while He and The Priest watched us. Furthermore, I had not been fucked in quite a while, I feared I would not be able to take the Bull’s Big Cock!

Rather than jumping at my ass like I did with Boy, Mature Man acted like time did not matter. He slid his hands around my waist and, grabbing my back, he pulled me towards him. When my chest touched his, I felt a jolt in my nips that made them become unbelievably hard. In vain, my eyes tried to shy away.

“Look at me,” He commanded.

Without question I nervously obeyed.

He kind of looked like me. Or perhaps it was I who looked like Him.

With strong and steady hand He gently pulled my head and kissed me like no one had kissed me before. He kissed me deep, he kissed me slow. He kissed me passionately, affectionately. It felt so good it almost hurt. He put his arms around me and holding me in a warm embrace, He said:

“I love You, My Brother.”

I was moved to tears yet again. He held me tighter.

“That is alright,” He added while caressing my head. Then He whispered:

“Get on your all fours.”

I did what I was told.

*

Entry was not easy.

“Fight Him not,” admonished the Priest of God from the back. “Resist Him not.”

Mature Man gave me all the time I needed.

I eventually gave completely in.

The Alpha conquered me the way He had kissed me. Slowly did the Warrior subdue and invade my city. Deeply did He thrust, reaching alleys and cellars whose existence not even I was aware of. When I was completely at His Mercy, the Priest’s Voice resounded again:

“Tonight you are to be destroyed and forged anew. It is written:

‘Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.'”

“Aeneas, Ganymede,” said the Hierophant, “show the initiate the Might and Radiance of our God. Have your way with Him. Do not hold back. Leave no crevice, no corner, no chamber unfulfilled. Shatter any remaining barrier. Silence his Ego.”

“Fill Him to the brim with Cock.”

“Yes, Alexandros,” the Alpha and the Boy replied in unison.

I dived into a whirlpool, a maelstrom of sheer, unbridled homosexual lust. Old and young took turns at sodomizing not just my anus and mouth, but my ears, my heart, my mind. They flooded my soul with poetry, liturgy and obscenity…

…and I could not have enough of it.

“You hereby, in Body, Soul and Mind, belong to Him,” said the High Priest.

“You now belong to Cock.”

*

From that day on, my name is Diogenes, shibuishi-wearing mystic, philosopher, onanist, libertine and proud acolyte of the God Cock.

Free, at last, from the shackles of my conditioning, guilt, and shame, I am finally able to truly choose who I want to be.

I choose Myself.

I choose Man.

I choose Cock!

*

Dedicated with love and gratitude to all the Men of the Brotherhood.

A Collaboration of Cock

When we can focus on our lust, that becomes utmost important.  That is why I edge.  I know I will need to harness that energy at another time when I will need it most.  To have that desire to have a hard cock in my mouth.

To stare at the beauty of precum dribbling down the shaft of a hard mushroom shaped penis.  The cum-filled balls tightening up knowing that anytime they will violently erupt.  Such truth makes my Cock swell with lust and pleasure.  The spraying of holy sperm brings delight to a waiting mouth.

May our cocks harden to the rhythm of our pumping fists and pleasure to each other for that is what we are for.  That is what brothers do, make each other hard in lust.  Worshipping Cock is the greatest thing man can do.

I consider it an honor and challenge that words instill lust and desire to bate or to fuck. Cock demands no less of us. like precum from the slit of Cock, Words make my God pulse and throb in greater lust.  My Cock leapt and twitched with lust as I read these words, for I am a servant of Cock!  Amen!

— by Cruisingforu and TJMaxxx69