Eternal Masturbation
The BATOR LIFESTYLE and PURPOSE

I am not entirely awake, and yet the BODY stirs, growing restless on my bed. With a LIFE of ITS OWN, my HAND REACHES OUT, drawn in PILGRIMAGE to the RISING PHALLIC TOWER.
You KNOW you are MASTURBATOR when your BODY begins to ACT WITHOUT the SANCTION of the MIND. They say the MIND KNOWS BETTER, but the BODY BETRAYS that THOUGHT. The BODY REMEMBERS. EVERY SINGLE CELL DEMANDS the POWER and PLEASURE that ORIGINATES at the ROOT., at the CENTER of our MANHOOD.

It is the VOICE of COCK, the CALL of our GOD. He is the DIRECTOR, MASTER, LORD, COMMANDER, KING, FATHER, PRIEST; the BATOR’S BODY acknowledges HIM as SOVEREIGN, thus, when HE SPEAKS, the ENTIRE BODY FOLLOWS.
As the HAND SERVES, my THIGHS and LEGS rise slightly above my bed, but close to the body. It is my favorite POSITION, ASSHOLE EXPOSED, ABS GRINDING as I CURL UP to witness the MIGHT of MY OWN COCK.

My CUT DICK is TESTAMENT to the OPPRESSIVE REGIME that is STILL in place in this WORLD. It was MUTILATED in the WICKED ACT of CIRCIMCISION when I was a baby, to BRAND ME as PROPERTY of the CHRISTIAN GOD, the one TRUE PRINCE of LIES.
As if to REMIND myself that FUCKING GOD no longer has ANY POWER OVER ME, I start chanting the NAME of the ONE GOD *I* CHOOSE to WORSHIP and SUBMIT TO at this STAGE of MY JOURNEY; and HE IS RIGHT THERE BEFORE ME.
“COCK. COCK. COCK.
I WORSHIP YOU COCK, I WORSHIP YOU!”
My mouth begins to SING. The REBELLIOUS EMBRACE of my PERVERTED LUST MAKE HIM STIFF IN AN INSTANT.

How THICK my MORNING SPITTLE is. I FUCKING LOVE its smell. It is ALWAYS my first LUBE, GREASE soon FOLLOWS. GLISTENING with MOISTURE, my own COCK appears to my eyes as the MOST BEAUTIFUL THING in the world.
I STROKE IT DEEPLY and within a mere COUPLE MINUTES I AM RIDING TH EDGE YET AGAIN. IT DAWNS ON ME: When you SAIL the EDGE at the OCEAN of MASTURBATORY SEXUAL ENERGY BUILDING, you NEVER entirely EXIT the AROUSED STATE, even when you make your SEED fly… I got home from the BATH-HOUSE yesterday after savory and sleazy moments of SWEATY DEBAUCHERY, and was PLAYING with MY DICK before long.
i could BLOW MY LOAD HERE and NOW, but that is not what an EDGING MASTURBATOR wants, is it?

WORK WITH YOUR PENIS to BECOME ONE. BECOME the MASTER. BECOME GOD.
Yes, I TOO FEAST ON HOMOSEXUAL PORN and HOMO SEX AUDIO FILES, but MASTURBATORS MUST CONSTANTLY BRING THE FOCUS BACK TO THEIR OWN COCKS.
I CONTEMPLATE the SHEER BEAUTY of my ERECT GOD. I SPEAK TO HIM:
“Make me STRONG,
build my LUST.
FUCKING COCK, I LOVE YOU
I BELONG TO YOU, COCK!”
I stick a couple fingers in my ASSHOLE and SNIFF with tremendous GUSTO, becoming even more AROUSED.

I LET my HAND and FINGERS DANCE on the FLESH OF MY GOD, EXPLORING, TEASING, FONDLING. At times I focus exclusively on the BULBOUS HEAD, sending CHILLS to my WHOLE BODY; at times it is my HAIRY BALLS that get the TREATMENT. Once my ANUS has AWOKEN, HE DEMANDS HANDLING as well, and FINGERS are ONLY HAPPY to OBLIGE…

When the PRESSURE is so INTENSE I FEEL I AM ABOUT TO SPILL MY SEED, I LET GO and GROPE my PECS. I wet my FINGERS with SPIT and work my NIPPLES. I look at my COCK and say:
“You turned me into a FAGGOT.
You made me a HOPELESS MASTURBATOR…
FUCK YOU!
I FUCKING LOVE IT!”
Within seconds I am STROKING HIM AGAIN in LOVING, LUSTY GRATITUDE.

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU, PENIS!”
I know I would not have it any other way. I WILLINGLY GO down the BATE HOLE HEADFIRST.
PENIS, DRAG ME FURTHER. I GIVE IN. I SURRENDER TO YOU.
The INTOXICATING POWER of GROWING COCK LUST. I USE YOUR GIFT, COCK, TO BECOME WHO I REALLY WANT TO BE.
TODAY IS NOT THE DAY I SHOOT MY SACRED SEED.
TODAY I BUILD UP THE POWER, THE FIRE.

TODAY I RIDE THE EDGE TOWARDS THE SHORES OF EMPOWERMENT and SELF-REALIZATION.
HAIL COCK!











