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.”