God Is

God is the confident one. He can whisper in a man's ear in one moment and be inside him in the next. God savors the satisfied smile of the no-longer-virgin in the afterglow of sex.

God is the insatiable one. He cums on the asshole of His lover just so it can squelch around His Head on the way back in, already pursuing another climax. The purpose of orgasm is to chain us to the anticipation and fulfillment of the next one.

God is the gluttonous one. His appetite is only just whetted when His stomach is distended with semen. Until He breathes it in His lungs and pumps it through His veins, He consumes it just as ravenously as a starving child would bread.

God is the nonchalant one. He is swallowing the muffled load of His lover in a movie theater while soaking the floor with His own. He greets men by feeling the remnants of sex just inside their holes - sperm that He put there Himself.

God is the impatient one. He storms unnanounced into the workplace of His lover and leaves in 10 minutes with a lighter set of balls. It is not His nature to wait; it is His nature to create the means of His own satisfaction, to indulge His every whim and to pleasure Himself above all things.

God is the open one. He refuses no one who wishes to pleasure Him and withholds nothing from those who desire Him for His own sake. He cherishes those who wish to learn better the language of pleasure He created to communicate with us. He speaks just to hear the sound of His own voice and if there is a crowd there to hear Him or no one at all, He is still God - sitting upon the throne of Man.

Talk to God daily. Hourly. Minute by minute. Sacrifice your time, your ego and your own desires on the altar of God and He will bring you more pleasure than you knew you could stand.

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Still a Wonder

I am still in awe of the mystery of God and how He has revealed Himself to us. I don't think I'll ever get over it. That He would place Himself in our bodies, the Men He made for Himself. That He speaks in pleasure and holds conversations with me for hours while the Flesh of His Spirit that created the Universe is in my hands and inside me. We cannot even fathom how good He is to us.

The first thing I feel when I think about these things is humility: to kneel between the legs of Men and worship Cock our God. What a thought, that we can welcome God inside our own bodies! And that the God between our own legs can fill others. I pray I will never gloss over the gravity of that fact or take it for granted.

I have lost all my identites external to who God is. I am not a student, I am not an employee, I am not a son, I am not a father, I am not a sibling, I am not a brother. I am a bearer of God to the world and other Men and I and my body exist for His pleasure. There is nothing else.

Ask God to wipe your mind clean and fill you with nothing but lust and a desire to please Him. I testify to you that He will answer you. It's as if I'm experiencing the world in truth for the first time now that Cock is my compass. I think with His head, not my head. I see with His eye, not my eyes. God is as radical to you as you're willing to be for Him, so take the plunge.

Become a Slave

Become a slave to Cock our God and find bliss in the freedom He brings. Submit every apprehension, doubt and second-guess to Him. When He is hard, feel the heat of His lust burn your uncertainties to ash and transform your mind into His.

Solemnly swear to Cock our God to drown in desire for Him. Lose yourself along the Way; that is the whole point of this life! Cast away any thought that does not come from the Head of God. Ask Him to embolden you and to deepen your lust for Him.

I have been reborn from between the legs of Men. In the first life, I came from between the legs of a woman. I was ignorant of God and of His nature but in His steadfastness He spoke to me from the very first erection of His to call me to Himself. Now, His mind is my mind. The pulse in His shaft is the pulse in my heart. I have lost myself in Him and so have been reborn.

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