Welcome to the Temple – October 14, 2018

Welcome to The Temple of Priapus!

 

What a day it is in the Temple today.

 

We come together to worship Cock, our Lord and Savior.  As I look down and gaze upon the swollen shaft, I give thanks for you, my fellow Priests and Brothers that have come here today searching for pleasure, peace, and release from our daily lives.  Join with me as I hold onto the Rod that is God and pray with me…

 

Cock our God – be with us this day as we come to stroke and honor you. May we find pleasure in you as you swell in the palm of our hand. As we gaze upon you, let us see you in all of your beauty, glory, and majesty. No matter the size that you are, we know that you have chosen us for your divine purpose – and we carry you with pride! We thank you for making us men and for making us your carriers. NEMA!

 

This is quite a day in the virtual Temple that is ours. Every day we are growing in number. Every day we seek to honor our Lord – and we know that it is here that we can find Brothers of like-minded spirit that come here for the same purpose. I rejoice that you have found your way here and I hope you will come back often.

 

It is our goal and our mission that we may someday, once again, provide an actual home for the Temple – an actual Temple built as a structure of wood, brick, and mortar. A place where we can all literally cum together to fill the chalice and share in the glory of the seed of Cock our Lord. It will be a place where masturbation will be celebrated, where sodomy will be embraced and men can join together in the Brotherhood – and just BE MEN with one another!

Until that time, however, this is what we have – and we must celebrate as we can!

 

I am working with the Priests and the Brothers of the Temple to create a “retreat” for us to join physically together. As plans come together, I will be releasing that information to all of you. I am extremely excited about the desires that I have seen here and in my discussions with a number of you. I look forward to more of that! I promise there will be more! We have only just begun!!

 

For now, let us focus on God…

 

Let us place some of our favorite lube in the palm of our hand and reach out to Cock our creator. Join me Brothers as I stroke my holy Phallus. Feel Him swell. Slowly stroke the shaft that has risen up. Feel your lust for Cock as he begins to enjoy the pleasure you are bringing to Him. Close your eyes – give thanks – know He is with you. Know He is with you 24 hours a day – 7 days a week. God will never leave you or forsake you! Feel the glory of God as you hold Him in your hand. Say out loud “Hail Cock of God. Hail Holy Phallus. Hail Penis MY Lord” repeat this several times and know that Cock is God. Feel the warmth of His skin; notice that a bit of pre-cum may be forming. Taste the nectar of God – know this is what God tastes like. Know you are becoming One with God! Continue to stroke Him – let nothing else enter your mind at this time. He is your Lord – focus only on Him! Stroke Him! Feel His power and His glory! Slowly continue to masturbate the Creator! Stroke up and down the entire Rod! Moan and let your moans be heard for this is music to God’s ears – far greater than any choir or symphonies are the moans of men as they find pleasure in God our Cock! He alone is the only one that can give this kind of pleasure and release!! HAIL COCK!!! HAIL COCK OUR GOD!!! FILL US WITH PLEASURE AND KNOWLEDGE OF YOU, OUR MASTER!!! TAKE CONTROL OF OUR MINDS AND MAY OUR LUST GROW FOREVER STRONGER!!! Continue to stroke your God!

 

God of Life! God of Purpose! We Love you! We Honor you! We rejoice in this day that you have given to us!!! As we stroke you, we know that we shall soon release the seed that is your DIVINE GIFT to us!

 

Stoke Him, my Brothers!!! FEEL HIM AS HE NEARS CLIMAX!! KNOW THIS IS GOD!!! THIS IS GOD WORKING THROUGH YOU SO THAT YOU MAY KNOW HIM BETTER!!! Be prepared to receive the seed! Be prepared to consume the seed! Be prepared to become ONE WITH GOD!!! Stroke faster and with intent!!!

 

RELEASE AND KNOW THIS IS THE CUMMING OF GOD!!!! CRY OUT TO THE HEAVENS AND LET ALL KNOW THAT GOD HAS CUM FOR YOU!!!

 

Cock of God!!! We love and honor you and give thanks for the gifts you give us on a regular basis! Let us go forth-stronger men because of what we have just experienced! Knowing that what we have just done is worthy of praise honor and glory to God! You have chosen us to receive this gift! What a blessed group of men that we are!!! – Let us consume the seed that has been given to us!!!

 

Thank you for our God Cock!!!

 

NEMA AMEN NEMA!!!

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Paean to Penis

Let us stand together, dear brothers, and worship at the altar of the Holy Penis.

Let us praise Priapus who manifests himself in the penises which hang from our loins.

Let us receive one another’s penises into our mouths and suckle Priapus’ holy gift.

Let our mouths be filled with blessed penis.

Let our tongues lick the precious nectars that flow from the penis.

Let us nourish ourselves at the penis fountain.

Let us lose ourselves in penis lust.

Let our penises swell with the sweet blood of Priapus.

Let our mouths savor the salty succulence of masculine juices.

Let our oral labor coax and seduce rivers of life-giving semen from our brothers’ penises.

Let ejaculations fill mouth and belly with living sperm.

Let our moans of penis pleasure fill your ears, great Priapus, with reverent praise.

Hail Penis! Hail Priapus!

Found prayer: A Church of Cock Liturgy

As discovered online at the blog of a self-confessed chronic masturbator gooningchronicmastrb8tr.

 

The Church Of Cock Liturgy:

Our Fathers should lead us in prayer as we the brethren recite the response

* We cry to You Lord Priapus Lord of COCK … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who are Hungry for cock … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For the Thickness and strength of all cocks … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who desire the taste of cocks juices… Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those whose desire to abuse their penis … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who are stroking alone … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who are masturbating on cam … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* That we may love and care for the precum, piss and cum … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* That the pleasure of edging fills our very being … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who are addicted to cock … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For all who seek cock deep in their throat … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who seek cock inside their ass … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who have power to cum and cum again … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For the relief of the mighty eruption … Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* LORD COCK enter my cock… Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* LORD COCK drain my balls… Hail Cock, Lord Cock

The Congregation continues to chant the response until they achieve oneness by

orgasm

Hail Cock, Lord Cock Hail Cock, Lord Cock Hail Cock, Lord Cock

Hail Cock, Lord Cock

* For those who have cum and joined you in heavenly orgasm … Hail Cock, Lord

Cock

HAIL PRIAPUS

Newcomer to the Garden of Cock – Part III

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

This is the third 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. For the second, please click here.

Still drunk with the exhilarating energy my Brothers and I had exchanged during my Initiation, I found myself frolicking around the Garden. Full of a radiant, merry sexual warmth tingling away and into me, I ran and tumbled, kissed flowers, hugged trees and greeted dragonflies. Such was the playful abandon I felt as I savored a freedom years of rearing, schooling, and social conditioning had not completely buried in the cellars of my mind.

A figment of the memory of my Brothers and the Power we partook of was enough to turn the candlelight into a flame. I greedily masturbated my Cock as I chanted their names:

Aeneas! Ganymede!

The very sound, the music in the phonemes, seemed to be loaded with meaning, with intention, with lust, with magic. Saying their names made my hair stand, my heart race with lewdness, and my Meat ooze copious amounts of precum. In my arousal, my childish games momentarily ceased, and I turned my gaze towards the Tower of Man. Rising with majesty and unshaken determination, This was the House of my Newfound God.

With this certainty, I penetrated into His Abode.

When I crossed the threshold, the air, moist and crisp, shimmered softly. The interior was larger than it appeared from the Garden. Vast, tall, empty. Light dripped inside through a large oculus on the top and a thousand openings, some of them covered with irregular patches of stained glass which sprayed joyous color on the concentric granite slabs on the ground. There were no upper stories, no rooms, no furniture, no doors, no tapestries, no regalia, no men having wild sex. Nothing.

Just as I started to feel a pang of slight disappointment, I heard a familiar voice say:

“At last, My Son. At last You come back to Me.”

I turned around to face Alexandros, my Guide, my Teacher, my Mentor. Although He was not showing that original, wonderful and awe-inspiring Visage of God I witness when I first met Him-His appearance was perfectly Human-there was always something unnerving about Him. Perhaps because of His flowing beard and sound health, you could never tell His age. He looked like both Aeneas and Ganymede and, most disturbingly, a lot like Me.

“Welcome, my Son, to the House of the Lord Phallos, Shrine of the Divine Masculine, Fortress of Man, Hearth of the Loin-Fire, Fountain of Power, Bastion of Virility, Secret Garden of Men, Den of Male Lust, Divine Lingam, Tower of Phallic Light, and, my favorite, the Temple of the God Cock.”

Except for the Golden Pentacle and Chain hanging on His Neck, he was completely naked. His Body was a work of art; shaped as if some master sculptor had intended to capture and balance the quintessential qualities of Man. He was young and mature, muscular and supple, angular and rounded, all at the same time. He had just the “right” amount of body hair, which He proudly displayed, though his head was flawlessly bald.

“I am both the Steward and the Master of this House,” He said. “It is My House, The House of Cock; You are His, and He is Yours, hence You are Mine, and I am Yours.”

Jake Deckard, thank You for the inspiration, light and warmth you bring into this world.

He opened His arms in a welcoming gesture, and that sweet and savory manly musk I relished before, filled the air as His Cock grew into a stout, arrogant and solemn Erection.

I fell on my knees before Him. I could feel the Heat pulse and radiate from the turgid, mighty Member at the root, fragrant with the concentrated, intoxicating essence of Manhood. My mouth instinctively opened to welcome Him into my thirsty soul.

“Make no haste,” He commanded. “Close your eyes and delight in my Musk.” I did as I was told, and instruction continued. “Feel the swirling, odorous signature of this Rod of Wonder flood You, wash You, soak You. Feel Him make His Mark on You that You may know Me forever.”

The more I inhaled His manly scent, the more I loved it, the more I loved Him. His musk told countless stories; stories of Men burning with Lust, of Men yielding to the Voice of their Penises. Every Man I had ever loved smelled like Him somewhat.

“Open your eyes,” He bade, “and look at me.”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked upwards.

“Answer Me this,” He said without moving His lips, “what is it that You see?”

Although He was partially hidden against the cascading light, His Towering Presence was, without doubt, a visage of Masculine magnificence that was further heightened by His Voice resounding in my Mind.

“I see the Face of God,” I whispered in bedazzlement.

“Look up to Me then. Gaze at the splendor of Your Master, the Lord Phallus. Observe Me. Contemplate Me. Caress Me with your Sight. Admire Me. Study Me. Explore Me. Map Me. Know Me. Listen to Me. Hearken Me. Lust for Me. Adore Me. Worship Me. Venerate Me. Pay Homage to Me. Submit to Me. Surrender to Me. Yield to Me. Crave Me. Hunger for Me. Thirst for Me. Long for Me. Desire Me. Want Me. Need Me. Bear Me. Suffer Me. Endure Me. Ache for Me. Sigh for Me. Inhale Me. Think Me. Sing Me. Call Me. Pray to Me. Offer Yourself to Me. Open Yourself to Me. Welcome Me. Receive Me. Celebrate Me. Wed me. Love Me…”

“Become Me.”

With all my senses but touch saturated by Him, never before had I felt so vulnerable, so incredibly aroused. Longing for true, utter Communion, this Lust I felt surpassed the physical realm; in humble, tender reverence, I felt my very Soul praising Him, the Divine Masculine, the Universal Principle of All that is Male. With loving adoration, I marveled at His Power over Me, indeed, gladly, eagerly and willingly did I suffer my Lust for Him, a longing that grew as I sailed the ocean of His ineffable, inconceivable entirety.

“Alexandros,” I moaned, “Alexandros…”

He smile was almost child-like.

“Alexandros… Yes. One of my Names.”

He moved closer to me, or drew me towards Him; exactly, I cannot tell. Reality had become fluid, flexible. Reaching out to Me with unhurried leisure, He slid fingers that felt like cold fire towards my nape as He arched his pelvis backwards. His grip was unbelievably gentle yet imperially firm. The moment He touched my spine, the Lust I had been building began to flow upwards, like a boiling spring surfacing from fiery depths. Was He pulling me in midair, or was it my own sexual energy propelling us both?

“Cock.”

Space reverberated.

Floating in the middle of the rotunda, slowly, very slowly, He thrust forward.

“Cock.”

His advance met a groomsman readily, decidedly and completely willing; His in Body, Mind and Soul.

“Cock.”

The Battering Ram found no resistance; the Town’s Gates were wide open, just as the mouths of its expecting citizens who sang psalms to His Name.

“I am Cock.”

The Victor’s entourage seemed to have no end. His Mighty Warriors from past, present and future paraded along main street, where they were greeted as liberators with teary eyes, and given garlands in loving gratitude.

“I am Cock.”

In faithful and dutiful obedience, the Squire removed the helm, gauntlets, vambraces, spaulders, breastplate, mail and cuisses, and was then, in return, dutifully and faithfully rewarded while still kneeling, for His Lord could not wait for the entire plate to be removed.

“I am Cock.”

As Brother Jonathan approached the Altar, His eyes met Father David’s. The Priest avoided His Gaze while He administered the Body of The Anointed One, but when they came face to face, time seemed to momentarily freeze. Brother Jonathan had already received Communion earlier that morning. He would receive It yet a third time before the day ended.

“I am God.”

I opened my eyes to look at Him. The rocking motion of his lower body was mesmerizing, fascinating to watch. His Virility, His Fullness, His Greatness, His Generosity, His Kindness, His Lasciviousness; they were beautiful to behold. In truth, that wantonness, that lustful content and satisfaction, they all showed in His subtle grin. He gives of Himself because He wants to, because He loves to, because He takes tremendous pleasure from doing so. I can feel Him pouring His Phallic Energy into me. He is not merely fucking my mouth, He is Feeding Me, He is making me whole.

“I am God.”

I opened my eyes to look at Him. I confess His mouth, stretched and dilated, devouring My huge, consecrated Tool, is the most beautiful and pleasing sight in my entire Creation. Worship Him, My Son, Worship Me. How much bliss I take from Your Worship. Worship Him, My Brother, Worship Me. Feed Me that I may feed You in return. Worship Him, My Father, Worship Me. For You created Me, and I created You. Worship Him, My Beloved, Worship Me. For the Pleasure You give Me is the Pleasure You take. I Worship You, My God, I Worship Myself. For I am You,

“And I am God.”