Come

“Come to Me, all You who are weary of denial, suppression, guilt and shame, and I will show You Your True Self. Take My Yoke upon You and learn from Me, for I am the Loin Fire in Your Heart. It takes a Man to bear my Yoke, for I am stern, tall, stout, generous, merry and proud.”

— from https://t.co/jqYa4p3n5p

Phallic Motivational

Extend your hand before your cock as if asking for something. Let it give you the result of hours of friction and horniness: the sacred sperm, the semen, the thick, gooey, fragrant, white and vicious-clear nectar. Feel the power of this hot fucking fuck in your hands. Observe and take notice of what the thick, stinky, macho, big-headed, full-bodied, and bearded fist-fucking has produced. It was hours of work, jacking, moaning, howling, and sweating hard.

The COCK will ask you to ejaculate and you will resist. The cock will drool, and you will moan. It will squirm. You will take the crystalline precum and eat and eat again, killing your hunger for sex. By then you will reek of cock from pheromones perspired by your sweat. The cock will feel like it will explode, and it is at that point that that you have achieved the Goon. The deepest Goon you have ever experienced.

Get totally lost in Phallus. Yes, Phallus! Your penis will take the form of a juicy Erect Phallus, ready to lead you into an extreme Goon state and intense sexual ecstasy that will never end. Your eyes will flutter, your mouth will foam and drool. You will make strange noises. Like a beast, you will edge your Phallus in a frantic and constant back and forth motion. It will not be you anymore and at the same time it will be you. The Phallus will masturbate your mind and fed on your desires. You will masturbate your Phallus and will become completely absorbed by the Phallus. Your nipples will be hard as stone. You will be on fire. The fire of pleasure. And with one hand you will squeeze, twist, pull, and masturbate. The balls will make their contribution. They are filled with white cum, sack milk, human protein, sacred nectar, honey, and food. Heavy, they will double in size. Boiling they will pulse like the heart. Your flabby bag will sweat like a fountain and exhale the scent from your crotch. You will gaspe and glance your Phallus as it gives you its reward.

The fist-fuck will be flowing, and you will howl. Whoever thinks he will be using the Phallus will eventually be used by the Phallus. But it will be worth it. Phallus gives of his food; the fruit of all that work. You will taste it and taste it again. You will eat from that hungry fuck you made yourself. Eat my son!

If you do not know how to serve cock, you will not be rewarded by cock. Sleepy and naked, fist-fucking your dry hand as you wake up, you realize you were asleep, realizing it was only you. Your cock remained hard while you slept and now you wake at dawn for another session.

— from the Book of the Monks, originally named Livro dos Monges, written in Portuguese.

A Psalm to Penis

The COCK is my Savior;
I shall not want for anything more than COCK.
PENIS makes me lie down in constant masturbation.
He leads me into the goon,
He restores my semen.
COCK guides me in the path of my lust.
As I walk through the path of edging I praise Lord PENIS.
I worship COCK, for you always bless me.
Men’s erect rods and hard staffs feed me.
I worship and serve PENIS in the presence of my brothers.
Lord PENIS you have anointed me with Sacred Semen;
My Balls overflow with Jizz.
Surely the COCK and loving PENIS will fill me all rest of my days,
And I will dwell in the Temple of COCK forever.

Submission

He’s not your type.

He’s too old, too young, too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too hairy, too smooth. He has no job, or he works too much. He’s too masc; he’s too fem. He stinks to high heaven, he’s doused himself in cologne. He has a dog, or a cat, or a bird, or a snake; a lizard, a tarantula, a ferret, a rat. His hair is too long. He’s bald. He’s too quiet, he speaks with an accent, he talks with his hands, he has two left feet. He can’t host. He can’t travel. He’s surrounded by friends, by bros, by hoes, by foes. He’s alone.

But he sees you.

When God turns His eye to you, what face will you show him? What name will you give?

He’s not your type.

Are you His?

Brothers, approach and bathe me.

Brothers, approach and bathe me.

It is time for the holy ritual to commence.

Your cockpiss is a blessing, and I am in need of its healing powers.

In the healing waters of Lord Cock, my soul is cleansed and my phallic faith renewed.

 

Brothers, cum anoint me,

In the amber rivers of Father Phallus

for we are Sons of The Eternal Seed Maker, Penis, and we are called to proclaim our Love and Faith. 

 

Through His Bapt-pissm we renew our faith

in Lord Cock Almighty, Savior.  In submission and reception, cockpiss is our reward.

Brothers, let Cock be revealed.

Approach and bathe me.

Declaration to Cock My God

Cock, my God, when suddenly you appear
My soul’s purpose on this Earth is clear.
You bring peace, and joy and lust
To you my soul I deliver and entrust.

I envision thick, fat, rigid shafts
Which drip upon my tongue Your sweetest saps.
Pissholes leaking, spitting, drooling, wet
I think of these and feel my heart submit.

Entranced and yielding to my Lust for you,
I live in deepest hunger for the dew
That seedsacks heavy and aroused produce.
Cock, my God, Saint Priapus heeds my prayers!

He lures me with his monstrous Dick you gave him,
Leading me to praise our Holy Trinity of maleness
of Cock, and Balls, and Asshole.

Oh Lord Cock, I crave the warmth of asscrack on my face,
balls bouncing full of sacred semen, and Cock upon my lips.
Priapus commands “get your tongue inside the worship hole
and lick the seedsacks too, warming up the holy cream that will shoot inside of you”.

Priapus, my God of Lust, compels me lick every holy fucking inch
until the holy seed erupts and offers me salvation.
Oh, Lord Cock my Saviour, this is my declaration
that my heart’s desire is serving in the role that you decree.

For you I am Bottom. I am Top. I am Urinal, Vessel, and Chalice for the sacred seed
and Font of creamy holy manna which my Brothers feeds.

Nema!