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.