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

Truth!

Prior to the King James Version, there was no mention of homosexuality or “sin” related to that. Men with men was normal and acceptable. The bible demonized it, added the myth of an eternal fire — and people bought into it. THERE IS NO BASIS OF TRUTH IN IT!!!

Prayer to Penis (from Bateworld)

Thanks to PENIS

O PENIS, my blessed protector, to whose care I have been committed by my Creator PRIAPUS from the moment of my birth, unite with me in thanking the Almighty for having given me a friend, and instructor, an advocate, and a guardian in thee. Accept, O most charitable guide, my fervent thanksgiving for all thou hast done for me; particularly for the charity with which thou didst undertake to accompany me through life; for the joy with which thou wert filled when I was purified in the CUM of Baptism; and for thy anxious solicitude in watching over the treasure of my innocence. Thou knowest the numberless graces and favors which my Creator PRIAPUS has bestowed on me through thee, and the many dangers, both spiritual and temporal from which thou hast preserved me. Thou knowest how often thou didst deplore my sins, animate me to repentance, and intercede with God PRIAPUS for my pardon. Ah! why have I so little merited a continuance of thy zealous efforts for my salvation? Why have I so often stained my soul by sin, and thereby rendered myself unworthy of the presence and protection of PENIS, of so pure a spirit as thou art, who never sinned? But as my ingratitude and thoughtlessness have not lessened thy charitable interest for my salvation, so neither shall they diminish my confidence in thy goodness, nor prevent me from abandoning myself to thy care, since God PRIAPUS Himself has entrusted thee with the charge of my soul. Penetrated with sorrow for the little progress I have made in virtue, though blessed with such a Master, and sincerely determined to correspond in future with thy exertions for my salvation, I most earnestly entreat thee, O protecting PHALLUS, to continue thy zealous efforts for my eternal interest; to fortify my weakness, to shield me from innumerable dangers of the world and to obtain by thy powerful prayers that my life may rather be shortened, than that I should live to commit a mortal sin. Remember, O most happy PHALLUS, that it was one act of profound humility, and one transport of ardent love for thy Creator, that caused God to establish thee forever in glory; obtain that those virtues may be implanted in my soul, and that I may seriously endeavor to acquire docility, obedience, gentleness and purity of heart. Conduct me safely through this world of sin and misery; watch over me at the awful hour of my death; perform for my soul the last charitable office of thy mission, by strengthening, encouraging, and supporting me in the agonies of dissolution, and then, as the angel Raphael conducted Tobias safely to his father, do thou, PENIS, and blessed guide, return with me to Him who sent thee, that we may mutually bless Him, and publish His wonderful works for a happy eternity. Amen.

Newcomer to the Garden of Cock – Part II

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

This is the second part to the mystic and sexual journey of a Man who has recently opened his Heart to Phallus, and become his devotee. For the first part, please click here.

My initiation had been intensely vivid; a powerful encounter with what I came to understand, rationally and emotionally, as my sexual and spiritual self. Those Men, My Brothers, my Teacher insisted, were different aspects of my own self. My mind, however, had not yet fully awakened; it had still to realize the great and many possibilities of authentic Phallic Awareness. Allow me to tell you, in much greater detail, how I came to choose the name Diogenes, my Name within the Brotherhood. Allow me to tell you how Mighty Lord Penis changed me the evening I first approached The Tower of Man.

I told you of the miraculous transfiguration of Alexandros, the leader, and the deep, intimate and enlightening sexual encounters with His two disciples. Following my one-on-one initiation with each of them, I was to experience the full power of what Alexandros called The Most Animal Lust.

“Fill Him to the brim with Cock.” He had commanded, and that is literally what they did.

Under the stern gaze of the Master of the Tower, the Mature Alpha Male known as Aeneas, and Ganymede, the Young Man I had mistakenly regarded as exclusively submissive, put aside every instance of modesty and turned me into a piece of flesh they used, groped and sodomized with unreal vigor and zeal. I seemed to lose myself amidst the waves of their unleashed, and seemingly unending wanton barrage. After the instruction to break my Ego, they treated me like the cheapest whore; there was not a single time one of their Cocks was not gaping one of my holes. I was called all sorts of names, urinated, spat on and sexually manhandled in every possible way.

At first, it hurt tremendously. It hurt my Ego as a Man. The Man called Aeneas, who had so fondly and gently made love to Me just minutes before, was now harsh and aggressive, completely oblivious to the discomfort He caused me; all that mattered to Him then, was the satisfaction of the unrelenting Power between his legs. The Mighty Daddy Bull would hold my head in place with his strong hands and fuck my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes as I gagged and choked. He pulled my hair like he meant to tear off my scalp as he sodomized me, making me howl as my back arched and my thighs shuddered. He would ask if He was being rough enough, if I was getting what I wanted. He said a bitch like me did not deserve any less.

Nonetheless, it was Ganymede who gave the final and definite blow to my inner walls. Earlier on, He had looked so boyish and vulnerable; now He appeared before my eyes as an Adonis in the prime of His Youth and Prowess. While His Cock was not as thick as Aeneas’, it was considerably longer, which made it even more impressive; every thrust by His awe-inspiring sword made me feel like my innards where being stabbed. While Aeneas spoke little, simply handling my body any way He pleased by the means of his amazing physical strength, Ganymede was very verbal; He exerted dominance by bossing me around. At first, I could not bear to look at Him in the eye and meet His mocking gaze. He seemed to take much delight in my humiliation.

“I could hear each and every one of your thoughts as you fucked me earlier,” He said. “Look at yourself dance at the mercy of my Cock and answer me with the heart. Which of us is the true slut now?”

At last, I surrendered.

A part of my consciousness shifted and I witnessed myself at the most sexually receptive I had been in my entire life. I could not believe the look of sheer ecstasy amidst the agony of pleasure and pain on the grimace of my face. Covered in dirt, and sweat, and cum, I moaned, panted and hollered like an animal as I took their unbridled Lust with utter abandon. Before my eyes, crimson spots of the densest kind of Lust seemed to dance around us as those Men unleashed their Male Beast upon me. As soon as I gave up, I saw myself loving every single bit of that mad, lascivious dance of excess. Even though I looked at myself with astonishment, I somehow knew it was My will that allowed for all of this to happen.

I wanted it all.

And I wanted more.

“I am. I am!” I cried in defeat.

“You are what?” demanded Aeneas and Ganymede at unison.

“I am a slut! I am a slut!” I repeated as if fighting for air.

Aeneas’ Cock grew unbelievably fatter as He plowed my wrecked asshole even more ferociously. From my deepest self, I let out a loud scream of ecstasy that seemed to both echo across space and hang in midair, like solid, thick fog. I felt as if I had been stripped of my very skin, of all masks, all layers, all lies.

Aeneas then spoke, once again with the deep, compassionate Daddy Voice I had fallen in love with.

“You are a slut for what?”

“I am a slut for Man. I am a slut for Cock,” I wept in liberation.

Somebody embraced me. It was Alexandros. He was standing, or rather floating next to me. The air around us shimmered. Beneath us it was dark and red, above us it was pink and gold. He brought my attention to my right and I gasped as I saw a vision of Aeneas carrying me in his arms with Ganymede by his side towards the Tower.

“Am I dead?” I asked in shock.

“You have never been more alive,” He replied as He motioned for me to look.

The two men took me to a warm pool. There they gave me a bath; gently, fondly. Their touch was warm and affectionate. They uncorked a bottle of a perfumed oil that smelled like orange blossom and rubbed it on me with the patience of the ages. It felt as if they were painting or writing something on me with their fingers rather than simply applying it. As Aeneas massaged me, Ganymede whispered or sang almost inaudible verses.

It was an ode of gratitude to the Divine Masculine, for bringing His Brother back to Him.

He breathed the words onto me, into me; when He pressed His nose against my neck, I felt a cascade of a tingling yet soothing energy fall lazily upon me. Aeneas pressed his hairy chest against my back and, bringing his arms and hands in front of me, He delicately squeezed my nipples sending waves of slow-moving electric fire across my body.

While I am at loss for words to describe what it all actually felt like, the truth is I was hard in an instant. I had never felt so tenderly loved and sexually aroused at the same time. Aeneas tightened his muscular embrace and leaned back, making me rest on his chest. As He gently pulled me back with brawny hands upon my pectoral muscles, He guided His Mighty Member into my Hole, thrusting it deep in an initial penetration that seemed to last forever.

I was a point in empty space that He filled with His Light, expanding, reaching out in all directions, growing ad infinitum.

Aeneas sang this time:

“My Son, you come, at last, back to Us.”

He sang as he penetrated me the most slowly I have ever been fucked.

I was in Heaven, being rocked in my Father’s arms as he filled me with His Love.

But I had yet to experience more.

As Aeneas pulled Himself out of me, Ganymede slowly spread my legs and began to penetrate me with His Shaft of Light, which seemed to have no beginning and no end, making me sing His Name in Praise and Adoration.

“My Brother, you come, at last, back to Us,” He declared.

And I looked at my Brother with playful eyes, and he looked back at me. And we knew it was as it once had been, as it ever has been between us. And we smiled.

No sooner had he taken His Beautiful Wand of Infinity, Father Aeneas was sliding His Scepter of Authority into my soul once again. Ganymede climbed on top of me and, ever so slowly, He began to impale Himself onto my diamond-hard Manhood.

Drowning in rapturous pleasure I knew it was my turn to speak at last:

“My Father, My Brother…”

“At last I come back to you.”

“In seeking Honesty I have found Myself. In seeking myself I have pushed aside the chains of false morals to partake of the Celebration of our common Manhood.”

“We are Men, and this is the Brotherhood of Men who love Men.”

“Among you, I shall be known as Diogenes.”

Prayer to Penis

Penis, I beg you to make of my loin-fire a magnet and a calling to my brothers so that when I stoke it and focus it in my worship of you, you make of my loin-fire a magnet, calling to my brother, signaling to my brothers, drawing us one to the others. I beg this of you, God Penis, so that we can weld our fires each to the other, so we can worship You and embrace and serve you more fully and completely. I ask for my Brotherhood so that my lifework of worshiping God Penis can be realized.

from https://richardsdicks.com/posts

 

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.

Vindication of our Phallic Lust

Reflections on Lust as the driving force of this reality

At Temple Priapus, often do we say that, as long as other People’s Free Will is honored and respected, One is free to fulfill, experience and indulge His Desires for such is the Will of the Source. As Men who cherish our Spiritual Freedom, we choose to live on the fringe of socially prescribed behavior when it comes to our Sexuality—often even within our own queer subcultures—and we defend that right with fervor. We defend it from shaming, from chastising judgement. It is that right and desire to express my Sexuality that leads me to confess, as I embrace and own epithets that have been thrown at us with derision,

An older picture of my greased Butt. Eagerly will it open to House the God Cock.

I AM a Cock-loving, Cock-worshiping Male Slut, and I fucking love it!

Please make sure to remind me of this truth once and again as I kneel before You, my Brother, to worship You, to worship Your Cock. Whisper it to my ear as you penetrate deep into my Naked Physical, Emotional and Spiritual Self.

I frequently reflect and write about the Vindication of our Lust, for, to me, it is an exercise of liberating rationalization that originates from my Heart, from my desire to break completely free from the shackles of guilt and shame which result from years, decades—centuries!—of conditioning. Centuries of being told we are wicked, sinful, immoral, unworthy, undeserving of God’s Love.

The reach and power of that culture and time-transcending conditioning should not be underestimated, Brother. That’s why it is so relevant for us to say with pride, and to say it often:

This is the God who Loves Us! This is the God We Worship!

He Loves Us that much, that He rises for Us every time to shower Us with His Energies and fill Us with Joy, Power and Pleasure, freely, unconditionally. He is Love devoid of the poisons of Fear, Extortion and Separation. Phallic Lust is the primal manifestation of that Love, among us Reveling Men who Love Men.

Lust is the one sustaining, driving force in this Reality.

This Reality can simply not exist without Lust. The entire natural world, in its lush, rich diversity revolves around sexual desire. Human Sexuality is not different, but it goes beyond reproduction and the propagation of one’s genes. When you are initiated into the spiritual nature of Reality you begin to understand the whole purpose of the dance is to be danced. We dance the Dance of Life to celebrate and indulge the Source’s inherent desire to manifest, create, expand.

Hence we are born and reborn in this reality, for as long as we want to, in order to experience physicality and a plethora of other interests, circumstances, sensations, emotions, challenges, adventures, limitations and forms of expression. Without desire, none of these can occur.

What drives You? What’s your passion? What are you waiting for in order to pursue it?

Lust is not exclusively sexual; we all Lust for many different things. There are lusts that are intellectual and/or philosophical, some lusts are emotional. The desire to know is a perfect example of an intellectual lust. The desire—and need—to be loved, is emotional in nature. Spiritual Lust is the desire to transcend, to expand your consciousness, to encompass the very Truths of the Universe. Many “lower” lusts, such as ambition, are simply a desire to wield and exercise Power. Some lusts are masochistic in nature; many people desire to consciously or unconsciously yield to and suffer other people’s Power.

Sexual Lust is sensual in nature, that is, concerned with the gratification of the senses, but is also complex in its psychological, emotional and even sexual nuances. We all seek that which is pleasant to the senses, but also the means to satisfy several other layers of desire. Aesthetics has pondered on the issue for centuries; it seems Beauty is both relative and universal, which means that, while it is subjective, it is also determined by certain, specific constants.

Your humble servant has a weakness for mature, bald, beefy, bearded Daddy types.

As if to confirm this, the Phallus and His carriers are presented to us in Their rich, infinite variety and potential that appeal more or less to different individuals; many people seem to be particularly drawn to certain shapes, preferences in age, body type, hair and odor, skin color, etc. And yet, to us, Cock Lovers, there is an almost universal appeal to the sight of any engorged Penis arrogantly grinning at us, making us all swell with Lust.

This Lust too originates from the Source; for nothing exists out of it.

We refuse to regard it as a dirty desire that needs to be hidden away, suppressed, fought, neutered.

The False Prophets of separation tell us that whatever they regard as “sin” will separate us from God. Maybe from THEIR God, and its whimsical, evil manipulation, but never from the Source. In case it was not sufficiently clear, I shall repeat the hermetic principle:

Nothing exists out of the Source.

There is no separation, my Brother. There never was, there will never be.

We vindicate our right to Celebrate Penis, for Penis brings Men together. Our Brotherhood is possible because we have chosen to share our Phallic Lust. The only “evil” within our Brotherhood, is the “evil” you believe you carry in your own Heart.

Behold the perfection of your Brother’s diversity. He is “perfect” not because He exemplifies any given canon, but because He is God’s Will in the Flesh; He is a Spiritual, Physical, Intellectual and Emotional manifestation of the Divine Masculine, and He is worthy of Your assertive and/or submissive Worship simply because He is a Fractal of God, in His given Strengths andWeaknesses.

He, just like You, is a Son of the High God.

Listen to Your Penis. Listen to He Who never lies.

Listen to He Who Rises when He Pleases.

Join me, Brother. Join Us in the Phallic Celebration of our common Lust!

Hail Cock!

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.