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.
Oh my Beloved Lord Cock, My Soul’s Savior,
My body is consecrated when I offer it in your name.
So here is my worship hole awaiting your blessing
Awaiting your touch
Awaiting you to knock upon its entrance
And to anoint it with your blessings.
This Hole is made Holy when Lord Cock
enters its threshold
and the holy lifegiving seed
inseminates this worshipper
and unites CockHost and Man
…. He witnessed the people around him like a being from another world. Joyless, vacant faces who knew nothing of the glory of Cock. It made his heart sad to think that he was returning to such a place. He wanted to live his joy of Cock. He wanted to celebrate it each waking minute.
As he walked deep in thought to his thesis advisor’s office, he stopped.
“But, of course,” he said to himself “Of course I can”.
He smiled and picked up his pace. He walked so quickly that he almost fell through the open door of the office. His thesis advisor arose from his chair, startled.
“Are you alright, Chester?
“Yes, Father Ch…Charles,” Chester gasped. This priest, his thesis advisor, was he present last night?
“Come in, Chester. Close the door,” the priest said.
Chester looked at Father Charles up and down slowly. He had only met Father Charles once before, a few months back, when he had been told to report to him regarding his research regarding early Christian philosophy. Today, Chester was to announce the main theme of his thesis today.
The priest, noticing Chester’s piercing gaze, looked him in the eyes.
“Now sit down, Chester,” he said.
Chester sat down in the soft leather club chair. He looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time.
The priest sat across from Chester. He dangled his eyeglasses in one hand, and lay the palm of the other hand on his knee. He looked to be studying Chester as Chester looked around the office.
The room was small and dark. Thousands of books were crammed into dark wooden bookcases that went from floor to ceiling. There was a window but the blinds were drawn. Something of the room reminded Chester of a monk’s cell in a cloister.
“What’s the matter Chester?” asked the priest finally.
Chester lowered his gaze to meet the priest’s eyes and said, “I’ve come to announce my thesis, Father. I’ve had a change of mind. I’m changing my focus”.
Chester, as he spoke, became more confident, more relaxed. He sat back in the chair, facing the priest, and rested his arms on the chair.
“Really? What do you wish to research now? What is to be your thesis?” asked the priest.
“Phallic worship,” said Chester without hesitation. He relaxed himself in his chair appearing almost impertinent to his adviser.
“What?” the priest furrowed his forehead.
“Yes, Father. I am very much interested in phallic worship, particularly as practised in ancient Europe. That is to be the thrust of my thesis.” He spoke proudly and confidently.
“May I ask why?” said the priest, his eyebrows raised.
Chester looked at the priest without answering. Then lowered his gaze to the priest’s groin as he spoke.
“I’ve had a revelation, Father. As a worshipper of the phallus, I want to explore its history and socio-cultural impact. I want to understand how we moved from a culture of life-loving pagans, to creatures terrified of that which makes life wonderful, the phallus”.
Chester looked at the priest in the eyes and then looked back down at his groin. “Surely you don’t disapprove, Father? Being that you are also a Cock worshipper yourself.”
The priest opened his mouth as though to object. He paused for a moment further, then smiled and laughed.
“You recognized me, then?” he asked smiling.
“There was one priest last night” said Chester, “he was wearing a leather hood. He had a tattoo on his thigh- a circle with a cross inside. And a beautiful Cock with a bulging head and foreskin. I have a feeling that’s you.”
The priest stood up, approached the office door, and locked it. He returned to where Chester was sitting and stood in front of him. Chester looked up. Father Charles was handsome, he thought, as he stood there in his grey sweater and white priest’s collar. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed this the first time. He also was in very good shape for a priest: he could see the priest’s pectoral muscles faintly bulging through his gray sweater and the black shirt underneath.
Chester, you are a prostitute of the temple. As a temple priest, I bid you to perform a service of worship. Take out my penis and worship it,” he commanded.
Staring at the groin before him, Chester slipped off the chair onto his knees. He raised his hands to the priest’s belt and unfastened it. He unbuttoned the trousers, pulled the zip downward, and let the priest’s trousers fall onto the floor.
Chester gasped. The priest was wearing a fraying yellow jockstrap. He looked up at the priest and raised his hands to the thick band. He moved his face still closer to the jockstrap, his eyes locked with those of the priest, and inhaled deeply in the hope of breathing the pouch’s scent. There was a faint aroma of soap and sweat trapped behind the musky scent in the fabric. Chester pulled the band downward slowly. His heart lept as a thick brush of pubic hair rose slowly and sprang before his face like dark jungle growth. He moaned in lustful longing in anticipation for the priest’s cock….
Let us pray:
Lord Cock, you call me to worship in your honor each minute of the day.
When I piss, you are there.
When cock shifts as I walk, you are there.
When I notice the bulge, the subtle touching of cock in the groins of others, you are there.
When I smell the aroma of cock at the public urinal, you are there.
I love you, Lord Cock.