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 Son.”

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 I was not yet 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.

Phallic Perspectives on the Winter Solstice

The Resurrection of the Sun

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Winter solstice is the longest night of the year, when the sun is symbolically killed, defeated. It is typically on the 21st of December. Following the three days after the solstice, the sun appears to stand still, apparently motionless at its lowest point above the horizon, but on the 25th of December it begins to slowly move up in the sky.

The sun has, then, “resurrected,” although its crowning glory does not take place until the spring equinox when days finally become longer than nights.

Pay no heed to false metaphors such as “father winter.” Winter is feminine in character, a season of repose, cold and slowing of time. The light and fire of god, on the other hand, are masculine in character, piercing and expanding in its abundant life energies.

In the pagan world, people understood these are cycles of the natural world, they required no salvation, expected no savior and hoped for no future reward or heavenly afterlife. This time of the year had nothing to do with the abrahamic cult of a messiah that would grant a “chosen” people dominion over the whole planet.

Earth-nature-was seen as the body of the living goddess gaia-sophia, and the sun, as the body of the living god; bodies we were (are) part of.

In the journey of the hero myth, winter solstice represents the death of the hero, his descent to the underworld and his resurrection after a given period of time-three days in astrological time.

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We males are playful by nature and Xmas is typically a time of great joy. For us cock worshipers, the occasion of the winter solstice and December 25th are perfect events to remember and worship the phallic and solar nature of our god: cock!

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Tall, broad, heavy and erect he rises. We worship him as the phallus proudly hanging between the legs of all males, deity or human. He is the will to express and deliver power, pleasure, beauty and life.

All knees shall bend before the incestuous presence of he who unlocks all gates and fills all spaces, of he who freely and magnanimously gives of himself to feed his hungry children, all of whom he has fathered.

He, the embodiment of masculinity and virility is our king and high priest; our lover, our teacher, our master.

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Let us prepare for his resurrection, the time when he will triumphantly rise to marry and impregnate the world once again.

Let us prepare by celebrating the flesh and the ties that bind us, brothers-in-lust-and-cock.

Offer your mouth in loving and respectful adoration of your lord. Offer your mouth that your tongue and nose might taste his scent and juices. From the position of your humbled deference, offer your mouth that he may feed you a nectar that will make you even thirstier for him.

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Offer your asshole in lewd and submissive adoration of your father. Just as the sun is “crucified” for three days, offer your asshole in lascivious darkness to be impaled by the godcock. Vulnerable and exposed, offer your asshole so you can be sodomized and turned into his whore…

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Offer your asshole that he might destroy your whining and deluded ego; your pretense to master and lord creation he shall crush as he rules, dominates, conquers and owns you instead.

Offer your asshole that he may fuck the pride and arrogance out of you and teach you gratitude, fullness, brotherhood, and true bliss.

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Offer your body as the most perfect temple of God. Offer your body for other brothers to worship, to behold opulent, masculine magnificence and renewed, aesthetic fulfillment.

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This is your god.

Get on your knees and worship him like the devoted faggot you are.

Fight him not.

Resist him not.

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This feast of winter, let your ego die as well.

Embrace your nature.

Embrace yourself.

Embrace your heart’s desire.

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Don the gay mantles of the homosexual, the faggot, the cocksucker, the pervert, the invert, the bent, the queer, the deviant, the sodomite, the twink, the bear, the pig, the daddy, the son, the top, the bottom, the versatile, the bator, the bugger, the fairy, the fruit, the queen, the pansy, the jock, the hunk, the stud, the master, the slave, the slut, the whore, the alpha, the beta…

Don them all with pride!

This is who you both are and chose to be.

It is your divine right to be yourself.

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Like a bow fully drawn, the male animal accumulates sexual power until the built-up energy longs to be released. In this eve of resurrection, let your penis be the straight shaft that will fly and light your way; use this energy to create and transform your reality.

Use it to become who you want to become.

Focus, draw, aim and shoot into the stars.

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It matters little whether your place is on your knees, between your brother’s legs…

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… or proudly standing above them as the macho worthy of worship.

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This is the song of the horned god as the sun-cock rises.

He has no other purpose but the celebration, exploration and enjoyment of himself.

I am you. You are him. He is me.

We are one in him!

Hail!

Hail cock!

Celebrating Manly Sweat and Smells

The SACRAMENT of SWEAT

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Men are extremely VISUAL. PORN is, perhaps, the best evidence. The amount of PORNOGRAPHIC material being PRODUCED and SEEN at this very moment is astonishing.

MEN love VISUAL STIMULI, and HOMOSEXUAL MEN are no different. Our NARCISSISTIC and HEDONISTIC NATURE makes us CONSIDER the PHYSICAL in THE HIGHEST REGARD.

When I am BATING, working on my FILTHY AUDIO FILES and grinding my LASCIVIOUS PEN on Tumblr, I consume TONS of PORN. My eyes FEAST ON the FORMS of the MALE BODY, on the DIRTY HUNGER of CRYSTALIZED MOMENTS of SODOMY and COCK SUCKING… My PENIS DROOLS PRE-CUM as I watch MEN of ALL AGES, ETHNICITIES and BODY TYPE MASTURBATE THEIR COCKS and PLOW THEM into each others’ HUNGRY HOLES.

COCK WORSHIP is one out of MANY PATHS in OUR QUEST to EXPERIENCE each and every POSSIBILITY of HOMOSEXUAL DELIGHT and the EXPANSION of VIRILE POWER and PLEASURE.

As a STEWARD of the LORD COCK, today I would like to talk to you about THE JOY of WORSHIPING the GODCOCK with your NOSE, the GATE of the DIVINE SENSE OF SMELL.

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The City of Nine Gates

In the Bhagavata Purana or Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, one of the most important texts in Hindu literature, we are presented with a model for our physical existence in which the MALE BODY is SEEN as a CITY with NINE GATES through which we perceive the illusory, material world. Can you guess what they are?

Seven are on the SURFACE (nostrils, ears, eyes and mouth) and two are UNDERGROUND (ANUS and the opening at the end of the PENIS). The information that “enters” the CITY through those GATES is gathered, integrated, decoded and sorted in a CENTER, the MIND.

The MIND, just like a MAIN COMPUTER, is not conscious in itself; in other words, it is just an interface; the entity that EXPERIENCES all this information is CONSCIOUSNESS ─ i.e. the SOUL─ connected to the INTELLIGENCE/MIND via the EGO.

What we conclude from this allegory, is that, contrary to the western DUALITY of body and mind, dharmic religions introduced a more sophisticated TRIAD of body, mind and soul. Due to the strong connection that is created upon birth between SOUL and MIND via the EGO, the INCARNATING SOUL identifies with the City of Nine Gates and its perceptions. Naturally, one of greatest ideas in Hinduism is “you are not your body.”

Because the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam promotes devotion to Krishna, one is advised to entertain the “GATES” only with activities that will remind the MIND (and hence the SOUL) of Krishna Consciousness. As he becomes one with Krishna, the devotee experiences great delight in “GATE” activities such as eating foodstuffs that have been offered to God, chanting God’s name, listening to music in His honor, etc.

Can you tell where I am going, my Brother?

As HOMOSEXUAL COCK WORSHIPERS we have no interest ─ at the moment ─ in exiting the City of Nine Gates. We descend HEADFIRST to the enjoyment of the UNDERGROUND DISTRICTS of the CITY, where COCK and ANUS are SHAMELESSLY CELEBRATED.

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Artist’s representation of ever-masculine and virile Lord Shiva

Like Lord Krishna’s devotees, we COCK WORSHIPERS are encouraged to WORSHIP COCK WITH and THROUGH *ALL* OF THE BODY’S GATES, and that includes SMELL. The more our SENSES are ENGAGED with COCK… you guessed it! The GREATER our ADDICTION and HOMOSEXUALITY BECOME.

If you worry that the LORD might DISAPPROVE of our LECHEROUSNESS and become ANGRY at us, you are probably just projecting the Christian God’s doctrine of JEALOUSY, FEAR and HATRED. After all, in a way, it is KRISHNA’S COCK that we worship in our brothers’s COCKS. OR LORD KARTIKEYA’S… OR LORD SHIVA’S… I know, I know. They are not the same “gods,” but at the end, it really does not matter what you NAME HIM, or WHO you CROWN ABOVE ANOTHER.

AT THE END, EVERYTHING is an ASPECT, an EMANATION OF AND FROM THE SAME SOURCE

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As a child of “modernity” you are probably quite self-conscious about SWEATING and BODY ODOR. Because of CONTEMPORARY SOCIETY NORMS, DEMANDS and EXPECTATIONS of POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, if you walk around SMELLING LIKE A MAN, most people ─ women, in particular! ─ will make you feel like you DESERVE to be CRUCIFIED or worse.

HOW DARE YOU NOT SOAK your ARMPITS in a COCKTAIL of TOXIC CHEMICALS to PREVENT NATURAL PERSPIRATION and BODY ODORS from happenning and developing?

NO PUSSY FOR YOU IF YOU SMELL LIKE A WET ANIMAL…

Of course, the image of the SWEATY MALE is EXPLOITED when CONVENIENT…

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Of course, I am not advocating giving up deodorants. As I wrote in the past, THERE ACTUALLY ARE LESS TOXIC, NATURAL ways to control your B/O.

Nevertheless, could such a NATURAL PHYSICAL OCCURRENCE be CELEBRATED as a RITUAL and STIMULANT in our LEWD, HOMOEROTIC, ONANISTIC, COCK-CONSUMED and COCK-OBSESSED HOMOSEXUALITY?

Could SWEAT and other NATURAL MAN-SMELLS actually ENHANCE our COCK WORSHIP PRACTICE?

While MAN-SMELLS are definitely not for everybody, MY SINCERE ANSWER IS: YES!

At the TEMPLE of THE MALE BEAST, at the HOUSE of COCK, FEAR NOT your NATURAL MUSK, the NATURAL SCENT that, in part, DEFINES YOU AS A MAN, particularly if you are an ALPHA.

On the contrary… TAKE PRIDE IN IT, REVEL IN IT, CHERISH IT.

ITS POWER over the COCK-LOVING FAGGOTS of the BROTHERHOOD is TREMENDOUS, my Brother!

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MALE and COCK WORSHIP are KNOWINGLY and WILLINGLY PRIMAL, ANIMALISTIC. As such, the DISCIPLE is IN LOVE with ALL THINGS MALE.

The NATURALLY POTENT and MUSKY SCENT of a MACHO AROUSES the DISCIPLE, IGNITING in HIM the POWER of HOMOSEXUAL LUST! Like a DOG IN HEAT, the DISCIPLE wants to LICK the PUNGENT, SAVORY AROMAS of your PITS, CROTCH and ASSHOLE.

COCK-WORSHIPING HOMO PIGS feel INCREDIBLY REWARDED when you MARK them with the THICK ESSENCE of your MASCULINITY!

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The GENEROUS BODY of the ALPHA, GLISTENING WITH SWEAT, is one of the MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS on this REALITY to the DISCIPLE’S EYES.

Sweat is mostly water, an plays a crucial role in the regulation of body temperature. Its unique taste is the combination of urea and minerals such as sodium.

In the HEAT of MAN-to-MAN SEX, DOMINANT APLHA BULLS often SWEAT. The HOTTER his body gets, the MORE HE WILL SWEAT. For the DISCIPLE, the RUBBING of the ALPHA’S SWEAT upon the BETA’S BODY is an IMPORTANT SACRAMENT; it is like being wrapped in the MANTLE of the ALPHA’S BODY, it is an act of ANOINTMENT, of being MARKED with and by HIS SMELLS and JUICES.

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Just like your BODY and your VOICE are UNIQUE, so is YOUR BODY ODOR. It has a UNIQUE PRINT. You have NATURAL SMELLS created by a delicate, complex chemistry of various components, steroids and proteins. The concentration of organic compounds in your SWEAT attract certain BACTERIA and in certain quantities mostly in the armpit area. The presence of these bacteria modifies your ODOR.

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Yes, there are SUBTLE, NATURAL PHEROMONES in your BODY ODOR.

It is exciting to read that, apparently, HOMOSEXUAL MEN and STRAIGHT MEN perceive BODY ODORS differently.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/09/science/gay-men-are-found-to-have-different-scent-of-attraction.html

We QUEER MEN REACT to MALE BODY ODOR and are ATTRACTED TO IT, it seems.

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Perhaps that would explain why BatorPower developed the habit of sniffing his older cousin’s DIRTY UNDERWEAR when he was a PRE-TEEN… Bator still gets TREMENDOUSLY AROUSED by the RANCID SMELL of MEN, and EVEN HIS OWN SMELLS.

Bator is such a pig!

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The City of Nine Gates is a thing of SUCH BEAUTY.

Let us WORSHIP not only with our EYES, but also with our NOSE, with our EARS, with our TONGUE and MOUTH, with our HANDS; with our entire self!

Our UNIQUE BODY SCENT, our SWEAT, our JUICES… THEY ARE DIVINE!

HAIL COCK!

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DEDICATED SMELLING ORGASMIC MASTURBATION

(only for piggies such as BatorPower)

Cock Worshiper, try the following exercise next time you are worshiping the GODCOCK with a fellow Brother. You and your Brother need to be as ODOROUS as possible. Ask your Brother to alternately push his RIPE ARMPITS, CROTCH and ASSHOLE onto your face as you MASTURBATE. The idea is to stimulate your SENSE OF SMELL continuously throughout your MASTURBATION session. You and your partner won’t be switching roles until you have SHOT YOUR LOAD. His sole role during this exercise is to use his BODY ODOR to stimulate you, but if he feels like it, he might BEAT HIS DICK as well while his PIT, CROTCH and BUTT-CRACK are sitting on your face.

Keep your eyes SHUT, and work your GREASY PENIS as you allow your partner’s BODY ODOR to FLOOD your BRAIN, your MIND, your HEART.

Many PIGS won’t be able to HELP THEMSELVES and start GOONING and SPEAKING all sort of NASTY and/or INCOHERENT VERBIAGE as the LUST BUILDS as a result of the continuous stimulation of the MIND through the nasal cavity with the highly INTOXICATING MACHO AROMAS.

This can be used as BODY ODOR TRAINING, to help the mind associate MALE BODY ODOR with PLEASURE.

USE CAUTION! The more you do this exercise, the higher the chances of becoming a DIRTY SNIFF-FREAK PIG like BatorPower!

ENJOY!

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

Prayer for Cocklust

Hear my prayer God.

I love to give penis attention. I hold you between my thumb and forefingers.  I stroke you in adoration with thoughts of lusts and perversions in my mind.  I keep those thoughts constant with images of men I’ve laid naked with through my years, men whose cocks I’ve had the pleasure to have known and worshipped.

Fill me with your lust, horniness, and cockfilth.  I need to look into the face of Cock and give praise for Cock around me, in me, of me.  Cock desires each of us.  To dwell in our vessels.  Our mouths thirst for cock.  Our anuses yearn for cock.  You are forever in our lives.  We humble ourselves before you. Yea though I walk in the valley of non-believers I shall fear no one.  Thy Rod and Shaft they comfort me.  Guide me in your temptations with my brothers who seek purpose and fulfillment in life as we bond together in Union that Cock is the reason.

Cock is the answer.  Whatever we do in our daily lives, we do for the glory to Cock.  Cock hears our prayers of bating and orgasms.  Bring us cocks to suck.  Our lips thrust upon cock and taste and smell his essence of cum and piss from the shaft, balls, and anuses.  Horniness I take with me to work, that arousal that possesses me to glance, lust, and smell the bulges in men’s  crotches.  The odor of sweat and male musk of a man’s balls is enough to bring me to my knees with my head down and ass up waiting for my God to enter my hole and bring my God pleasure .

I love to be fucked.  Fuck me, my God.  Penetrate me with your rigid shaft.  May I and the men I bond with become one  with Cock.  Bless us with your cum in our asses and upon our lips.  Your jizm and sweat becomes our joy.  May our mouths know thy pleasure.  May we take the seed and swallow every drop.  Bless the beasts we suck.  Bless the holes that are filled.  May we continue in our perversions everyday for the rest of our lives.

In the name of Priapus we pray, Amen.

A Solstice prayer

Our cockhead
Which art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy foreskin (whether or not it’s physically present
Thy rhythms hurl
Thy spurts unfurl
On crown as it is in navel
Give us this sacrum
Our daily load
And forgive us our doubts
As we forgive our doubters
And lead us not into stagnation
But deliver us from drought
For thine is the whiz and the gonads and the testes
For ever and ever and ever.

(unknown author)

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.

Praise Be to Cock

Praise be to cock. May cock bless you today. Focus on cock. Let cock burn into your loins. May his lusts fill your heart, soul, and mind. May your body be a vessel for cock. Submit yourself in such a way that your body receive his holy sacrament. Poppers, trance music and icon images stoke the fires for worship between the legs of man. Proudly worship the cock before you and its holy seed. The beauty of phallus is exalted. Hail mighty phallus!! May your lusts transform you in your desires and seduce man in your worship of cock god. Listen to God, for the beast between your legs will talk to you in constant arousal to suck seed in life. Praise Priapus for our erections for cock is everything and the only thing we desire. We are tools to connect with God Phallus. That connection of man to God also brings us to worship man to man to lead others to God Cock. We are tools of Cock. We are vessels of Cock. We are disciples of Cock, for the fire is in our loins and in our gates to receive His holy sacrament.

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Masculinity

When I go into ritual, I never really know what I’m going to get out of it. Or what lessons I’m to learn. I usually go in because it feels just incredible. I love a good goon. 😉

On this occassion, I believe my mind needed to learn a lesson of masculinity. As a gay man, I think I’ve unknowingly struggled with my masculinity. I feel and know I’m a man, but culture has taught me that I’m really just a sissy fag. I’ve even learned to kinda like the idea. A defense mechanism to not just be depressed all the time perhaps.

But within, I don’t find any traces of female energy. Nothing against it, but I don’t honestly feel it. I’m maybe a little boyish, innocent, but never feminine.

As a gay man, I’ve always been attracted to MEN. And our culture, especially here in the US, deems that if you’re attracted to MEN then you’re somehow partly woman. This has always deeply and subconsciously fucked with me.

Through this ritual, I began to see myself not as some half woman. Some half sissy whose into dick. Instead I looped backward. And backward.

A Cock spills Its Seed to create life. But another Cock spilled Its Seed to create that life. And so on and so until the beginning. To our God. Our creator.

But what is Cock? Beyond its pleasure. Beyond its power over all Men and Women? What is our sacred roles here on this earth?

I believe Men are designed as protectors. Creating worlds and spaces where life can be created. Where Man’s Cock can be open and free to spread Its Seed. Where Cock can come to life. Be alive and create. That is the ONLY purpose of Cock. Creation.

As a gay man, I have spent decades feeling unwanted. Unneeded. For I am not part of that sacred bond. That creation story.

And yet I felt my purpose. For we face darkness in our life and through that still remain good and kind and strong. We are protectors ourselves. Keepers of kindness. We are tested and strengthened in this life. Bonded even closer to God Cock in the next. The longer and stronger and kinder we become, the more powerful we are to being that protector.

My home is a space for Cock. My body is a space for Cock. This life is a gym for the soul. Testing and strengthening my bond to Cock.

Our Lust for Cock is the eternal Bond with our Creator. It is unbreakable. It is undeniable. Darkness desires us to feel shame for this bond. To separate us from our purpose of creating such a grand world of love and peace.

The ways of the world is all a struggle between nothing and kindness. Without openness we can not create and there is nothing. We can not bond.

As gay men, we must not believe we are unworthy. Or unwanted. But created as knights in a realm of masculine energy. Protectors and guards against the chaos of darkness. It requires all our energy. And eventually, we will perish. Hopefully old and happy! And stronger and closer to Cock than when we started.

Men, by nature, are giving and open creatures. But also fiercely protective. Women are, by nature, more nurturing and healing. Men protect. Women heal. It is the way of life. And anyone who upsets this balance, one way or the other, brings out chaos. And darkness.

As times passes, we seem to be moving into an age of feminine energy. Women seek to bring inclusion and peace. Healing centuries of male domination. Inclusion in a isolating world. Which in some ways has brought us great ease from long suffering. It is far better today to live openly as a gay person or person of color than a century ago.

I don’t doubt that this will be done too far and allow too much darkness to also come to power. And the cycle begins again. War will someday return.

Humans seem to be evolving over time like a child evolves from a baby.

Learning and over correcting until we are a balanced and beautiful creation. Perhaps when we are more merged with computers and technology. Humans are so evolved now we have taken in our own hands own continuing evolution.

We will evolve from humans back into the same pure pleasure beings that we were created from. Like all things, things are designed in cycles. Evolve and grow and spread.

On Sunday, I already had plans with work to catch the Chargers/Broncos football game. A ritual of war with Men attempting to win based on stength, skill, and mental stamina.

The women standing on the sides encouraging and nurturing the energy of war (all played out symbolically). It is all a show to prove one Cock’s worthiness over another. We worship that which our minds believes is closest to the God Cock.

Our anxiety and stresses come from our disconnect with our own desired perfection.

But think of life, my brothers, as a test of your strength and stamina as well. As we are all protectors of kindness. Openness. For if we do not open, we can not enter.

And there will always be nothing. Darkness. Blackness. Which happens if we give up. We give in. Like water, darkness will slip into any tiny crack.

Cock Worship to me is pleasurable. Cock Worship to me is sensual. Cock Worship is fucking FUN. AND HOT. But I also believe it is a sacred and eternal experience.

Something ancient and mysterious and also something so future it feels unreal and ridiculous.

The next time You engage in Cock Worship, know that Cock is the most sacred and profound part of the Universe Cycle. Right there. In Your hand. Not just sex. But in all we do.

Beyond anything, even in the over think of this message, it is the most pleasurable feeling in the whole of the universe. I think we could agree on that.

— Ace Kougar