In order to love others, you must be able to love yourself first. Fill your own cup of self-love that you may then pleasure others. There are no expectations, no judgement, no need to prove anything to anyone. Playfully explore yourself. Get to know yourself. Celebrate yourself. In order to love others, you must be able to love yourself first. Fill your own cup of self-love that you may then pleasure others. There are no expectations, no judgement, no need to prove anything to anyone. Playfully explore yourself. Get to know yourself. Celebrate yourself.
I am so excited to be entering into the New Year with fresh ideas and new directions for this Brotherhood of men! So much is on our horizon! Cock has brought us a long way – and we seek His guidance as we continue to move forward! 2019 was a good year – and there was so much that I learned – but I see 2020 as being even greater and more fulfilling! I see Cock at work in so many men’s lives! It’s very exciting!
Let me start by announcing today that we will be moving forward with a new name. Many have found that “The Temple of Priapus” is a bit cumbersome and restrictive. It doesn’t fully describe who and what we are any longer. It has many religious connotations to it – and it’s a name that many (especially “millennials”) don’t relate to. Also, many envision an actual “Temple” when they hear that name – and currently we have a huge lack of “Temples” within our community (although we are working on one…but more on that a little later). We have secured the domain name – so starting within the next few days/weeks, we will be known as “The Phallic Brotherhood”. You will still be able to access the website through www.templepriapus.com, but it will redirect you to the new name/site. www.thephallicbrotherhood.com. Information as you see it today, will remain here on the website.
We are also looking to secure tax-exempt status for the organization – so that individuals can make donations to the Brotherhood. Currently everything is being done through volunteering (including what I do) – and I don’t think that will be changing anytime soon. But we do have expenses – some very small – and others that are coming up that are HUGE! We are going to need to raise funds soon!
Many of you have heard about my time at Easton Mountain this past fall with www.Himeros.tv. I was chosen to attend a retreat and video shoot for Himeros – and it turned into a life-changing event. My entire vision for myself and for the Temple/Brotherhood changed drastically. Through that event I came home with a vision of creating a place on our property – at our new home in the Palm Springs area – that would be a mini-retreat center, of sorts. A place that men could come to worship Cock – to train and to be mentored for everyday life with Cock, or to take the steps necessary to be more involved with the Brotherhood – perhaps becoming a Priest or leader. We visualize a space where masturbation could be celebrated in groups or as individuals. It will be a place of sexual freedom and celebration. A place where massages could be received, or training in Yoga or Tantra could be experienced. Perhaps a BDSM workshop could be taught or some other fetish could be celebrated and lived. The possibilities are endless! However, in order to do this, we need to construct a building – a “Temple” – to house this sort of activity. Soon we plan to move forward with permits, plans and construction…and the re-mortgage and loans needed to begin. If successful, it would be our desire to leave this for future generations to enjoy and experience – so that “The Phallic Brotherhood” could live on for years and years into the future!
Having said that, we have IMMEDIATE goals that need to be met and attended to. We need help! All of this would be volunteered time unfortunately – but I guarantee it would be rewarding!
1. I am looking for a graphic designer that can come up with a new logo for our organization “The Phallic Brotherhood” or “TPB” (for the logo, I visualize the “T” as being possibly a support for the “P”. The “P” would represent the Cock/Phallus. The “B” could be represented as the balls/testicles of the phallus – or perhaps a hand or a fist wrapped around the Cock in some way. Just a thought – perhaps someone has another idea or vision for the logo).
2. I am looking for someone who has experience with the IRS and tax-exempt status – and securing that for us.
3. I am looking for someone with web-design experience that could help enhance our current site. We have a web-designer currently, but his knowledge is limited and he would like some assistance to make it bigger and better. Of course some additions would cost extra dollars to obtain – but if those funds can be generated, more can be done. It would be nice to have a “Donate” button to push with a direct link into a bank account for funds to be secured and saved for the Brotherhood.
4. I am looking for organizers, a board of directors, and individuals that can help with an actual “Mission Statement” and all of the things necessary to create a stable organization and funding.
5. Finally, we need money – donations – fundraiser(s) – we need it bad and we need it now.
In addition to all of this, I need you – my brothers – to be active participants in our future. I need volunteers that will step up to help with future projects, retreats, and meetings and to stir up interest. Whatever your “gift” is, let me know – and hopefully we can find a way to utilize your talents.
If this is a cause that you believe in and have the means by which to fund projects, please contact me to discuss these things. I am open and willing to share with you what is going on, and clearly define our purpose and goals.
Everything I’ve outlined here is a HUGE step for the Brotherhood – but I want you to know that I am dedicated to bringing it all to life, if I can! Again, I need your help more than anything now!
We live for Cock and we grow for Him and His pleasure! Won’t you join me in 2020 to take us to new heights and new horizons! My love and respect and prayers go out to all of you!
With Cock holding fast in my hand and in my heart –
Traducida al español
por Nick Mat
Read in English here
La siguiente es una plegaria Arapajó; me fue enseñada por un anciano. La recito cada mañana mientras ofrezco mi crema de macho alpha a Príapo.
Lavo mis manos—el instrumento de mi trabajo—para que estén tan limpias como mi corazón, y toco mis pezones, mis testículos, mi Falo.
La Verga pulsa; que se excite de buena manera.
Mi Verga es el camino a la vida, al placer, y a la satisfacción. Honro la Hermandad. Que el espíritu de todos los hombres que han derramado su semilla antes que yo guien mis manos al amarme a mí mismo.
La masturbación está governada por el Creador que plantó la Semilla en el Hombre. Es una expresión de Él porque mi Verga le pertenece a Él. Amorosamente acepto el poder del Falo.
by Nick Mat
Leer en español aquí
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 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
I embrace the Truth of Your Light and Warmth. I witness the Power and Pleasure that enlivens and inspires me to tap into abundant, generous, noble Masculinity. In You, for You and through You I too grow tall, merry and proud, Phallus. I become You. I am You.
Erotic fiction and metaphors on some of the practices and beliefs of our Brotherhood
Our Hero’s mystic and sexual journey into the mysteries of the Lord Phallus, His new, chosen God, continues. In this, the fourth part in the series, an important conversation takes place. He is told he must travel to the vast wilderness to meet “The Beast,” a fragment of His spiritual whole, if He is to find authentic liberation and fulfillment of His nascent, truest sexual Self. For the first part, please click here. For the second, please click here. For the third, please click here.
My Teacher, my Guide, had taken me in His arms and revealed, once again, the Radiant Brow of the Divine Masculine. As I was fed the Spiritual Seed and Essence of the Father and Son of Man, I began to realize the common bond that links all Men together as Children of God, as fractals of God Himself. My heart opened to this understanding as the Lord sodomized my mouth both physically and spiritually. For an instant, illusory separation was dispelled, and I was both the Master and the Disciple. Memories of Men who have savored His Lust paraded in my mind’s eye. I was both the virile, robust Knight and his faithful Squire, one out of several farm and stableboys so very well acquainted with the musk behind his mail chausses. I was both the Head of the Scribes, a scholarly Monk going through a faith crisis after the discovery of an obscene, heretical Latin text, and the generous, middle-aged, fatherly Abbot who so graciously comforted Him with the robust Body of God both at dusk, and at dawn.
Every single Man experiencing and expressing His Many Lusts…
I was them all, for all Men are one in Him.
Following Holy Cummunion imparted by my Mentor, I seemed to feel stronger; it was as if a surge of invigorating vitality had been set into motion within me. I could swear my Penis felt and looked heavier, thicker. I looked at my Tool with a mixture of surprise and admiration, and, much to my amazement, He immediately responded by becoming engorged, sporting, in a couple seconds, a glorious, arrogant erection.
“And so much more is yet to come,” said a voice I recognized in an instant.
I turned to face Alexandros who grinned wickedly at the sight of my Boner. Before I knew what happened, He had knelt before Me and began to suck my Cock, giving me the most amazing oral service I had ever received in my entire life. I went wild with pleasure as He devoured my Dick and made love to Him. Enraptured, my knees went weak, my legs quivered and my very Soul moaned in ecstasy.
“Hold to Your Seed, my Child. Save your Strength.” He paused and added, “You will need your full Potency and Zeal if your Education is to continue today.”
“In case You wondered,” He said while fondling my turgid, drooling Cock, “Your Penis did grow. It wasn’t just your Dick, Your body, mind and soul have all changed somewhat. It is not my doing, though; You willed it to happen. I just gave You back a tiny portion of Your Power because you desired so.” I stared at Him in confusion; I did not seem to be able to follow Him.
“Look around You, Child. Earlier you seemed slightly disappointed the House of God seemed quite empty. You must awaken to the fact that whatever is displayed before Your eyes is actually your own creation.”
What did He mean I created this? How could that be? Was this all not the work of God?
“Yes, it is. Therefore, it is also Your creation,” He replied as if reading my mind, “Everything is in God. You are a fractal, an aspect of the Divine, thus, You too are God Itself, Himself, Herself, Themselves, Ourselves, Yourself, Yourselves, Myself. You are not a victim of circumstances; You are actively creating this reality.”
I knew I had heard these insights before, but I could still neither believe nor fathom them.
“It is quite a beautiful One,” He said as He appraised the Temple and smiled at the colored light filtered through the windows, the masonry. “That is my opinion. Nostalgic, simple, vast, organic, ancient, subtle, mystical, faerie-like. This Temple is different for every Man who lusts. I have seen countless renditions of this Temple. Many resemble each other, yet they are all unique. I like Yours a lot,” He said, beaming at Me.
“If this is, at least in part, my creation, why was I let down? How come I do not recognize it?”
“Some the greatest artists are never entirely satisfied with their craft. On the other hand, because of the fragmentation Humans chose to experience, the conscious mind has a hard time keeping up with everything You fear, long, value and disregard.” Placing His firm hand on my back He invited Me to look again.
“This Temple, Your Temple, exists in a fluid reality that is not as dense as the One Your conscious mind is anchored in. It will take a shape defined by the sum of Your desires. But that is not all,” He emphasized while looking at me in the eye, “The Divinity will show You the visage You desire and are ready to see. I will be, for You, anything You want Me to be.”
I looked at Him with puzzlement and awe, unsure of what to say, unsure of what I felt.
“Your Heart longs for liberation. You cannot evolve until you break the chains constraining the Animal Lust you secretly want to express and indulge.” He added:
“I shall send You to Him.”
“To whom?” I inquired.
“To the Beast!” He exclaimed solemnly.
I seemed to hesitate and flinch. He laughed out loud.
“Are you scared?” He asked mischievously. He locked eyes with Me. I tried to shy away from His gaze and found I could not. “Do You too fear Your Reflection in the Mirror?”
“Decades of indoctrination and fear-mongering are not easily removed. Your parents, teachers and ministers taught You to fear Him. At this moment, however, you begin to realize there is something they did not tell You: the Beast is but an aspect of Yourself. Even though You are afraid of Him, You are also drawn to Him. I wonder what face He will show to You. At dusk, You will find out.”
“What if,” I stuttered, “what if I decide not to meet Him?”
“You will stop making progress and achieve a partial capstone on this, your current path,” He explained softly, “You will retrace your steps back to your ordinary, sedentary, monotonous and repetitive life. From time to time you will wonder what lies ahead, and you will wish you had been brave enough to follow your Heart. Your cravings will not cease, though. You will continue to entertain Yourself with mundane pleasures, albeit lesser ones.”
“My Boy,” He continued as if anticipating my thoughts, my feelings, “I am not trying to seduce You, to turn you to the ‘Dark Side of the Force.’ You Yourself already did. You gave Your consent the very moment You bent the knee before Me. You wept in bliss like child as I fed You what You ached to receive; Your Soul cried with glee, as my Sons, Your Brothers, filled Your Chalice and as You filled Theirs once and again. Have you already forgotten? I am a Voice from Your Inner Self taking You back to a state of awareness you hid away within Yourself out of fear. There is no turning back. My Fiery Seed ignited the Fire of His Lust Within You. You shall dominate this Fire or be consumed by it; quenching it is no longer an option. You already are a Slave to this Lust. You will either succumb to It, master It, or transcend It through Integration. Those are the cards You have laid before You.”
Deep inside I knew He was right.
“Will I see You again?” I asked.
“Sooner than You think,” He replied.
As much as I loved Him, I knew I did not want to stagnate and spend an eternity in my current state. I desired much more. I was not stepping back.
He blessed me again—that His Holy Seed could nourish Me on my quest—and, without looking back, I left the Tower of Man, and ventured into the Forest of Alluring Darkness.
Roasted chestnut. Allspice. Aged cheese. Moist soil. Rock salt. Ale.
The scent would either take me to the Beast or bring the Beast to Me.
I dream of a Temple, a place of pilgrimage for all my Brothers in Cock.
May this vision Cum to pass.
A beacon of phallic light amid the darkness of the world.
May this vision Cum to pass.
A refuge for the believers, the mystics, and the evangelicals of Priapic lust.
May this vision Cum to pass.
A house of worship, where mouths sing His praises and where assholes are anointed with His Holy Seed.
May this vision Cum to pass.
A totem of our Lord so enormous we climb upon it and bathe it in our Cum.
May this vision Cum to pass.
“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