𐕣 HAIL SATAN! FUCK XRIST! 𐕣

"I have always fantasised about Our Father Satan's almighty Cock: hard as steel, burning like fire, gushing seed inside me. I worship Our Father's Cock. It inhabits my dreams. I kneel before Him. I offer Him my mouth, my throat, and my man-cunt. Incest with Father Satan is the ultimate reward."

"Solo sex is supremely Satanic because it is a closed circuit of self-worship. When I watch myself masturbate, the current flows back into me. By focusing on my huge moustache while stroking my Cock, I close the circuit of erotic energy. I am both the battery and the machine being powered."

"I stroke my Dick with one hand and tug on my moustache with the other. My stache is directly wired to my Dick. On the street or at work, my beard and stache attract attention, even from straight men. Grooming my stache pulls a switch that activates my Cock. And so, I masturbate. For fucking hours."

"Hell, yeah! I lock myself in my room and fucking masturbate for hours. I love my Penis. I have given up everything that used to give meaning to my life just so that I can masturbate. The only god that interests me is my Cock. I don't pray or prepare my sermons. I bate… Fuck everything else!"

"Admit it, EVIL is fucking erotic. I was fucking taught to say, 'Deliver us from Evil.' Fuck that! EVIL is what I crave. My Cock wants it. When I feel that EVIL is close, I have to masturbate. As I stroke my Cock, I say 'Deliver me unto EVIL." Try it, brothers! You'll fucking feel the difference!"

"Worship of the Phallus is as old as mankind. The Phallus is the God of life force, pride, and unashamed masculine energy. Phallocentric Satanism exalts pride and pursues sexual pleasure without shame. I masturbate continuously. I offer my cum to Satan in sacrifice; I eat it as Satanic cummunion."

"When Father Jeff learned that there was a group of clergy who met regularly to masturbate together, he was intrigued. After some hesitation, he attended his first gathering. When asked about it, Jeff said, 'I experienced a true brotherhood of Cock. My old beliefs are fading. Hail Cock!"

"Pastor Gerhard, a Lutheran, was searching for a religion with fire, passion, and ecstasy. A colleague introduced him to Phallocentric Satanism. Now, Gerhard preaches 'Soli Phallo gloria'—'Glory to the Phallus alone!' He meets regularly with other clergy to worship Satan and masturbate."

"Zeke is in the Eternal City to learn that the flesh is good. He's discovering the ancient cult of Priapus and worship of the Phallus. Instead of spiritual devotion to an invisible God, Zeke cultivates physical devotion to his own Cock. Whenever he gets the chance, Zeke masturbates in a church."

"The darker and more wicked the blasphemies become, the more pleasurable your bate will be. The deeper you dive into what was once forbidden, the more powerful the psychological release becomes. Each boundary you cross releases locked-up psychic energy and redirects it to your Cock. FUCK XRIST!"

"When the urge to blaspheme becomes irresistible, don't fight it. Instead, claim it as a ritual component of your masturbation. Blasphemies drive out the remnants of old dogma and moral taboos. Allow your verbal filth to mark the rhythm of your bate. And when you climax, hail Satan."

"I love my Cock. I love Satan. And, so, I masturbate and, to heighten my pleasure, I blaspheme. Most men were conditioned to hold certain concepts sacred and others forbidden. Lewd blasphemy releases a massive flood of dopamine and adrenaline. It produces a dark, physical ecstasy."

"Blasphemy echoes the voice of Our Dark Sovereign Lord. By speaking blasphemies, you dethrone the external deity you once served and enthrone your erect Cock. Your pleasure will increase in proportion to the lewdness and intensity you bring to blaspheming. Masturbate, and say, 'Fuck God!' Feel it!"

"One Sunday, a young man in a leather jacket came forward for holy communion. While giving him the host, Father Josh felt his Cock harden. Right after Mass, still clothed in his vestments, Josh locked himself in the sacristy bathroom and jacked off in front of the mirror. The power of leather!"

"Leather moulds to my body. It has a unique friction and a raw animality. When I wear it or touch it, I feel lewd and dominant. Black leather is the uniform of the male rebel, the 'Tom of Finland' icon, and the outsider. It is inherently anti-god, anti-establishment and anti-church. Hail Satan!"

"Why do I love leather? Leather engages almost every sense simultaneously. The intoxicating scent of leather is chemically distinct, evoking masculinity and animal skin. The scent of leather bypasses the rational mind and acts as an instant aphrodisiac, triggering testosterone production."

"As I wrote earlier, leather is a portal opening onto Phallocentric Satanism or, rather, onto an infinite variety of Phallocentric Satanisms. Each man discovers his own ritual path and refines it. For me, blasphemy and defilement are among the most rewarding components of my Cock-centred life."