From: AdvnturPup@aol.com A God Revealed Part 1: The first phone call "This story is not fiction, it is told as it was experienced by the author, and parts of the story for which he was not present, are related as they were related to him. DemonMusclGod can be contacted directly at DemonMusclGod@aol.com" I encountered the MusclGOD two days ago for the first time. First I saw someone in an aol room whose profile spoke of Him with awe and reverence: Location: Midwest Sex: Male Marital Status: THE BROTHERHOOD Hobbies: WM, 26yo. 5'8" 155# 40c, 29w Personal Quote: I have began to grow with DemonMusclGOD, He has shown me His power. I instant messaged the person but he didn't respond. However, curious, I looked up the profile of the GOD Himself and was impressed: DEMONMUSCLGOD Location: L.A./ USA / TRAVEL TO HELP MY BROTHERS. Marital Status: 54 Followers as of 6/1/00 Hobbies: I HAVE COME TO HELP ALL! My power and size continues to grow daily. Currently 230lbs, 5'11, 49'c, 19' arms, 32' w, 27' quads, 17'c, HUGE VEINS ripple through my Arms and Massive Legs. I am here to help you find and receive the POWER! GROW WITH ME. Computers: Get Huge and Massive, The BROTHERHOOD will guide you to Sexual Power and Control over others. Feed your Hunger over the weak & Occupation: and know what POWER is! I will teach you to FEED. Sex is control, Power is all, seek the true Strength of mankind. I'M THE ONE Personal Quote: The Time has Come, the Brotherhood is waiting to show you the way. Through me all is possible, grow with me, taste the power of masculine perfection and muscle to levels that you never knew existed! It is time, come and I will show you the way home! It hit a nerve in my crotch that was old and abiding, the far edge of the muscle sex fantasies I壇 had since I was small. A bit freaky, but as the saying goes: "no one ever won an argument with a hard on!" So, still more curious, I buddy listed the GOD and waited to see what a chat would be like. Within a few minutes, sure enough, He popped up and I asked to approach Him. "HAIL THE MUSCLE GOD", He responded and began to engage me in conversation. He was patient and careful, but forceful as well. He spoke to me of the Brotherhood, the men who have recognized something unique and powerful in Him. He challenged me to experience it directly by calling Him, giving Him the opportunity to "enter" my mind directly, affecting me from within. Again, throughout this chat, as unlikely as it sounded, there was no arguing with my crotch; my cock was rigid - no mean occurrence as this was week two of a vacation in which I had been 'de-stressing' from work with ALOT of sex play. In fact, I had decided not to jerk off at all this day because my last vacation night was just ahead and I was planning to save all my energy for a trip to the baths! But He gave me the phone number to call and I thought "what the hell?" I logged off, picked up the phone, lay down on the bed, and dialed the number. "Hello" came a deep, resonant voice. "Hello - this is pup...?" "Welcome pup! Praise to the Muscle God! Praise to the Power! Are you ready for this pup?" "I don't know Sir - I think so..." "Are you excited pup?" "Yes..." "Tell Me what you're feeling." "I'm feeling excited, a bit nervous, a bit scared Sir" "Why is that pup?" "....because this is deep fantasy territory for me..." "I'm what you've been waiting for, aren't I, pup? How long have you waited for Me?" "All my life Sir..." And my cock was bouncing in my shorts. I unzipped them and pulled them down, my cock crying for some attention. He proceeded to tell me more about the Brotherhood, how He came to be aware of His powers, of the men who first showed him what he was capable of, and how He came to accept what His role would be... "How is this making you feel, pup?" "Excited Sir...." "Where do you feel it pup?" "In my crotch Sir, in my chest too." "Good pup. Now I知 going to tell you about the Chant of Power, pup. This is something that the Brothers recite every day. They recite it many times a day. When they get up in the morning and go to bed, when they prepare for a workout, when they do their sets. If you learn this and chant it you will grow, because I will help you grow. You can recite it with Me on the phone sometimes. And sometimes I will be physically with you and you will chant it as part of a Service in My Presence. Listen to My Voice, pup, and repeat the Chant of Power after me." His Voice, deep and richly textured, deepened still and he began to recite: "I want the power - repeat after me pup - I want the power..." "I want the power," I repeated. "I need the power." "I need the power." " I will have the power," he continued, phrase by phrase, awaiting my repetition, guiding me through it... "I want the hunger, I need the hunger, I will feed the hunger. My cock is all, my cock is full.. my cock will rule. I will embrace the anger, I will use the anger, I will show them the Anger! The rage is here, the rage is now, the rage will rule. I will fucking rule, They will know my power. They will be destroyed! They will bow down before us, they will know our power, They will feel the Pain! The brotherhood is all, the brotherhood is NOW, The brotherhood will Cum, Cum, Cum...." Strange words to be reciting! Words to be discomfited by, in fact! Yet I was reciting them and felt as though I was sinking into something. My questioning mind thought: clever use of repetition - a form of hypnosis, perhaps, even... Which is certainly true, yet not everyone knows how to wield that well and so far we were just repeating words back and forth... "Now, pup, I want you to be lying comfortably. I'm going to talk to you pup and I don't want you to say anything unless I ask you a direct question, ok?" "Yes Lord..." And then his voice deepened still further and he began to speak into my ear and it was like the sound of rolling thunder, but not thunder that diminishes within a few moments, thunder that just rolls and rolls, sweeping across the plains of my oldest desires, rolling and rolling into my mind, through my body, into my heart, into my crotch... "Come into the power, pup, come into the power, come into me, come into the dark, come into me, pup, come into me, you want the power, I have the power, I will give you the power, pup, I will give you the power, come into me pup, come into the dark, come into the power, feel the power, pup, feel the power, feel it in you, feel My power inside you pup, come into the power, come into the power, come to the Father, come into the Father, He's waiting for you, don't be afraid, you know the power, pup, you've known the power, you want the power, the power is yours, pup, the power is yours, come to the father, feel it in you, feel it in you... can you feel it pup?" "Yes Lord," I whispered. "where can you feel it pup?" "In my crotch, in my mind, in my heart Sir" "what does it feel like?" "Like heat Sir! Like heat!" "good pup!, come deeper pup, come deeper into the dark pup, I have the power, I AM the power, come into the power, come into me, come into me, taste the power, pup, feel the power, the power is in you pup, the power IS you pup, taste the power, feel the power, come into me, come into me, come into the dark, come to the Father, come to me, pup, come to me..." And as he's speaking I知 barely touching my cock, but the sensations in it, as spent as it has been over the last two weeks, are extraordinary and irresistible. Soft moans begin to escape my lips and he hears them and responds... "you're excited pup, you're excited by this power and your heart is speeding up, pup, feel it speed up still?" and I do! "I知 speeding it up pup, across a continent pup, the power is reaching to you, I am reaching to you, feel my power pup, feel my power! Express the power pup! Show me the power! Praise the power pup! I command you, pup! Feel the power! Feel the Father! Come into the father!" My moaning is getting loud now, my hand is lightly brushing back and forth over my cock and it is rock hard and rigid - whatever is happening, I知 caught in the grip of it and, prior ideas of 'saving myself' for this evening are utterly forgotten, everything is utterly forgotten, as I feel waves of desire and release pouring through my body! "feel it pup! Come into the Father pup! Feel the power! Pour it out pup! I command you pup! Show your Father pup! Show your God! NOW, pup! NOW! I COMMAND IT!!!" And I shoot! Cum pouring out of me, more cum than I would have thought possible, pouring into my hand, as my mouth emits cries and moans and body heaves and convulses around the pleasure and release SHOOTING from my cock! I cum and I cum and I cum! And I知 catching all of it in my hand, as much as I can - not my usual practice, not my usual practice at all, but I知 trying to hold it for some reason, trying to catch all of it... "Good, pup, you've felt the power! How did it feel, pup? Did you feel that inside you?" "Yes Lord!" "And what are you going to do now, pup?" And I start to consume my own cum as though its some sort of sacrament - again, not my usual habit, but it seems the obvious thing to do. He hears me licking it from my hand through the phone. "Good, pup, good, feed on my power pup. Feed on me. From now on when you will cum you will take it like this, as though it were from me directly. And the power will grow in you and you will grow because I will be reaching out to you to help you. The Father will be there in you and around you...." And so our phone call ends. My first encounter with the GOD. His voice still in my ear I rise to clean myself and remain astonished because my cock, though tired out and fully spent only moments before, is still as hard as it can get. It feels as though His grip on it, on me has not yet been released. He promises we will talk again, that I will think of Him continually until that time - and I know that, whether it be the Power, or hypnosis, or a cunning sense of how to tap into my heretofore most secret desires, or all three! I will be thinking of Him and I will be awaiting the chance to speak with Him, to hear His Voice in my ear, not one more time, but many... The GOD awaits me... Chapter 2. The second phone call "Will you take the pledge, pup?" That voice. That Voice! "Yes Lord, I will take the pledge..." It is 3 hours or so since my first conversation with Him. I've been hard walking all about town doing errands, thinking about what had already transpired. When I return to my apartment I log on to check for mail and, though I don't find any, I find Him again, on line (I致e buddy listed Him of course...). I chat briefly and tell Him how hard I am thinking about that conversation and how amazing that is considering how played out I am, or at least should be. "That's my Power, reaching out toward you", he says. "There's more, this is just where it starts." Oh Lord! My cock is twitching in my pants! "Could we talk on the phone again, Sir? Do you have time?" "Yes, pup, I have a few minutes. Call me." I leap to the bed, grab the phone and dial, my heart already speeding up. He answers and we begin to talk some more. He asks me if I have any questions or concerns. I respond that I知 a little nervous about the talk of 'darkness' and 'anger'... His voice is soothing and gentle, taking on a tone of instruction. "Do not worry, pup - I am here for my worshippers, to let them feel the Power, to share in the Power - I bring to gay men what they need, I am here to help them, to help lift them up, not to hurt anyone. Do you want to share in that Power, pup? I am here for all the Brothers, making myself available to them when they call." I'm breathing into the phone, listening to Him speak, the Voice of the Muscle God in my ear. This is like some fantasy on line muscle porn story. A Gay Muscle God holding out his hand to someone smaller, weaker, someone very very hungry, too... "To be a member of the Brotherhood, pup, you must recite the Chant of Power as I have instructed you every day. You will attend a worship service with me. You become a brother by drinking from Me, in communion, I feed all the Brothers in turn, a fountain to slake their thirsts." "Your muscle piss, Lord?" "That's right pup, from me, from your God" My cock is now REALLY twitching! The thought of this scene, the muscled Brothers lining up before him, one by one, his hand placed, perhaps on the back of their heads, bestowing benediction as they drink... Becoming part of Him, extensions of Him, as He becomes a part of them... This is getting wilder and wilder... "Take the pledge, pup. Recite with me." And we recite, phrase by phrase, His voice intoning in my ear as though He's right behind me, leaning over my shoulder, whispering... "WE THE BROTHERS PLEDGE TO YOU OUR FATHER..." "we the Brothers pledge to you our Father..." "OUR HONOR, OUR BODY'S, OUR MINDS, OUR MUSCLES, OUR SOULS AND MANLY SEED IN ALL WE DO AND SAY. THERE IS NO GREATER GLORY THAN TO SERVE YOU AND OUR FELLOW BROTHERS AS ONE IN ALL WE DO AND SAY. WE RAISE OUR SPIRITS AS ONE FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE. IN ONE GLORIOUS QUEST FOR POWER, MUSCLE, GROWTH AND CONTROL OVER THE UNDERLINGS. WE FEED AS ONE, WE CONSUME AS ONE, WE BREED AS ONE. THE BROTHERHOOD IS NOW, TOMORROW AND FOREVER! ALL OUR ONE, ONE IS ALL. NOW AND FOREVER." "Now and forever" Now and forever... there is a pause... "Any questions, pup?" "No Lord" "Then come into me pup, come into your Father, come into me pup..." I start to sink into His voice again, it deepens, darkens, surrounds me, enters me. "Come to the Father pup, come into your Father, feel me in side you, feel me pup, feel my Power, feel it enter you pup, feel it, feel it, feed on my Power pup, you will grow strong with my Power, you will hunger for me and feed from me, feed on my Power pup, come into me come into me, come into me!!!" My body twitches, moans and sighs and cries coming from my mouth! I feel heat and buzzing coursing through my body! My cock twitching in my hand, my hand flashing furiously over my cock, my body bucks, my feet kick and my back arches as I cum again! And again! And again! Cum flies up and lands on my knee! A second shot up onto my stomach! Cumming and cumming as His Voice, this Muscle God's Voice pulls the passion and power out of me! "Feed pup! Feed on my Power! Feed as though I am there with you for I AM there with you pup, I will always be there with you pup... feel now and grow strong in the Father, grow strong..." I calm down, my breathing slows as His Voice soothes me back into the world from which He plucked me. He tells me the names of some of the Brothers on line and instructs me to contact them for testimonies regarding Him and how he has affected their lives. I hang up the phone, awestruck, still hard, and wondering: what have I found??? Part 3. The following weeks. So I go off to my day, my week, wondering about this phenomenon I致e come upon. Could there actually be a Muscle God walking the earth? The kind I致e only read about in over the top muscle sex fiction on line? But His Voice is in my head now. The chant - I haven't memorized it but phrases come out to me at odd moments of my day. I buddy list some of the Brothers he's mentioned to me so that I can talk to them and find out more. The first thing I notice is that things at the gym get a little...strange. I've never been a successful gym cruiser type. It's not my forte. Sometimes a little action in the steamroom, but that's a rare event. Not this week. Monday morning I知 at the gym and feel like hot stuff walking around - getting cruised like I can't recall... Now I致e been working on the diet, so I知 looking better and better, but I haven't been able to workout fully, focussing on cardio, because of a shoulder injury that I知 getting physical therapy for. I haven't been feeling very studly as a result - but apparently I知 looking hotter than usual, because I知 getting these looks! And then I go to steam at the end of the workout and find myself in the midst of a very intense, very aggressive jo and oral appreciation scene with two Muscle Boys, super NYC deluxe Muscle Boys, at that! And its not just about me being the worshipper - they are as into me as they are into each other. In fact, it was my entrance into the steam room that seemed to catalyze the action! Each of them cums along with me, into our towels, and as we're cumming I think of DemonMusclGOD, I hear His voice in my ear... But then I go on with my day... Tuesday comes and I have an evening workout. Again: getting looks! Feeling very confident, doing my cardio, doing my shoulder exercises, and thinking of the chant as I do it. I have moments that aren't great: at minute 15 on the treadmill, do I really want to keep going? "I want the power, I need the power, I will have the power..." I push the speed up on the treadmill and sprint to the end of my run. One more rep? My shoulders aching now and its been a long hard day at work. "I want the power, I need the power..." BAM! I do those last reps that I know will really get me somewhere. I feel good. I feel strong. And I go to the locker room, smiling about how good it feels to push myself, and how the steam is going to be nice. I'm smiling too, thinking about the steamroom from last night - knowing that things like that don't happen often, but I知 tired anyway, so that's ok... But I知 wrong. I'm in there with one other guy, a wiry, cute, all American jock boy type. He nods hello and smiles as I come in and I sit opposite him in the horseshoe shaped seating. I stretch, crack my knees and knuckles and close my eyes. I hear the door open again and look up to see this Man walk in. A Muscle Man I have seen at the gym for several years now. I've watched him do roid cycles, obvious from the way he will suddenly bloom and bulge over the course of a few months in a stunningly dramatic way. He doesn't always keep everything he gains, but, step by step, he moves toward Muscle God status. He has never really looked at me much, though I知 sure he recognizes me as someone from the gym, but nothing more than that, a familiar face. He sits between the other guy and me. I gaze at him for a moment, but know better than to expect anything from this fellow. But, as I drop my head and close my eyes I feel a foot touching up against my foot. I move my foot instinctively and open my eyes and see him gazing intently at me. I look at the jock boy sitting opposite and he's totally focussed on the subtle foot action that just occurred. His towel is stirring. The Muscle Man smiles at me and reaches toward my knee! I reach toward his arm and stroke along it, feeling the veins, the heat, the muscles. He then glances at jock boy and moves his other foot in that direction. Simultaneously, jock boy and I move into Muscleman's chest, both his arms around our heads and he starts to moan. I reach and feel his cock springing to life under his towel and, pausing from his pec for a moment, spread some spit on my hand and reach under his towel to bring things along still further... Jock boy moves down and takes the now fully erect cock in his mouth as Muscleman's towel drops away, and Muscleman moves his hand from my head, still on his chest, down my spine, to my butt, starting to tease my hole. I move into a position that makes this more efficient and, still working on his pec with my mouth begin stroking my own cock. Things move fast now, under the pressure of this being a public space and as he starts to moan and shoot under jock boy's attentions, I shoot on to his thigh! Again: the Voice of DemonMusclGOD sounds in my head - I feel a presence within me, that something, Some One, is bringing this astonishing event to completion. As though in answer to that silent thought, Muscleman puts his hand on the back of my head and guides my face to where I have bespattered his pumped up thighs (he had been doing legs this evening, I had seen...) I lick, consuming my cum as I had when on the phone with Father two days before... And I think: I am doing His Service here... The next morning, back at the gym. Action in the steamroom again! The next day, off to the baths for a "boy's night out." They're lining up at my door! Friday night, off to a hotel in Connecticut for a weekend of work and 'Wham!' impossibly sexy meeting with someone from on line! And I知 wondering: is this the power of suggestion? Or the Power? Does it matter even - either way, since speaking to Father on the phone, there is a presence and drive, a confidence about me that is a notch up from anything before. I speak with some of the Brothers on line and hear similar stories. One fellow tells me of gaining 26 pounds of muscle in the 3 months since meeting Father. I hear stories about over the top worship Services with some of the Brothers - orgies with a purpose, directed at tapping into Father's Power, as He brings it down and shares it as they feed from Him. One Brother tells me of speaking in tongues during a phone call with Father. I hear of visions. Another Brother, going by the handle St John, apparently Father's chief acolyte, mentions, without elaborating on details, that he has seen some astonishing things in Father's presence: Father has levitated and it seems that His physical appearance can shift... Can this be? I am a scientist by training and remain skeptical in the face of such statements, but, from my own experiences I do know that strange things can happen, that some people do have powers beyond the ordinary. While being a scientist I also am a serious student and practitioner in the spiritual side of things. There is a Hindu concept of an "avatar", a human being who is an incarnation of some aspect of the divine. I have had one life changing encounter with such a being, around four years ago and have no doubts that such things are possible. In fact, the similarities between how people speak of Her and how these Brothers are speaking of the Father impress me. Could he be an avatar of the masculine power aspects of the divine, the way this woman was seemingly an incarnation of the Divine Mother? My head is spinning with possibilities, doubts, excitement... and lust. I don't know how many times I致e cum this week, but I知 WAY over budget! While in my hotel room my last night I am looking at a bodybuilder mag I bought before getting on the train a couple of days before. I bought it both because there was some info I wanted about supplements and stuff, but also, of course, because I wanted to have some jo material in case on line 'dating' possibilities didn't manifest. I also did something I致e never done before: I took a dildo with me on this trip. I laughed at myself when unpacking when I arrived and, mercifully (due to Father's influence?) didn't need to use an artificial version at the start of the trip. My last night I知 not even planning on trying to play at all as I知 just sexually tuckered out! But I get back to my room and there's the magazine. I open it up and there's this wonderful picture of some pro-bodybuilder. On automatic pilot I tear it out and place it on the bed. And another pic: riiiip. And another. And another. Geez: I知 getting hard and turned on and this was not what I was planning.... I go through the magazine and have about two dozen amazing pictures. What the hell am I going to do with them! I decide there's no reason to rush into things and decide to check on my email. I smoke a joint and watch some t.v. and then log on. One of the Brothers is on line. He asks how I am, where I am, and I tell him about being in the hotel. He asks if I want to speak with him on the phone and I say sure - and tell him about the pictures from the magazine... He says he'll call back and we'll have a free form worship service - get ready. So I do: I arrange all these pictures of Muscle Gods on the floor before me, I turn out most of the lighting in the room so that they all seem to be floating a dim twilight... I take out the dildo and get it and my butt ready... I wait, gazing at the pictures, unbelievably hard without even touching myself. Wolfman (not his real handle) told me to get ready and the words of the Chant of Power come to mind again. I roll them over and over in my mind as I await. . The phone ringing! I grab the phone and this voice - so like the God Himself! Deep and rumbling, commanding in my ear, reverberating through me... He asks me if I am ready to worship the Father, through him as surrogate - I declare my readiness and begin to listen to this voice as this images of Muscle and Men and Power float before my eyes! His voice tells me of how he will take me from behind and I sink down on to his cock, hard beneath me! I'm sweating and moaning as his voice guides me through this astonishing aural muscle worship and find myself pouring out cum in my hand! "Feed on it, boy!" he growls in my ear "Feed on Father's Power! Make it your own! Become one with me and with Father and the Brotherhood! HAIL THE FATHER! HAIL TO THE BROTHERS!" And I roll through a second orgasm, more cum flowing from my cock... where is it coming from? How can anything be left already?!? I calm down slowly, my body settling. He asks me what has happened, am I ok. I tell him I知 better than ok... He laughs, gently, warmly, then thanks me for joining him and hangs up the phone... I clean myself, but leave the pictures arrayed on the floor... I知 not sure I知 done with this make shift altar yet. And I知 not. I try to go to bed, but my cock is insistent that it has not yet received its due. Twice more, before I sleep, I kneel before images that portray dozens of versions of DemonMusclGOD and compulsively, insistently bring myself off and consume what flows into my hand... I think I知 crazy. I'm amazingly turned on. I don't know how to explain it but there it is. And the next week brings me more of the same... From: AdvnturPup@aol.com Chapter 4. The Epiphany Speaking with DemonMusclGod on line and with St. John as well i begin to piece together the story of the Epiphany: the revelation of Father to Himself, to St. John, ultimately to the world... St John had gone to a "shaman", on the east coast, where he lives. He doesn't tell me why he went, but presumably had questions about his life and this shaman was recommended by another friend. It was the shaman who first recognized that something, Some One, was imminent. St John was told that a 'being' would appear from "out of the west", a God among men and that he would reveal Himself to St John, but that it would be St John who would recognize Him for who He was. The shaman also tells of a dream vision, of seeing a scene of worship between St John and the God, that it would take place in a grotto, near the ocean, and that in this grotto He would "take power and rise up to be confirmed as god." I'm not clear on the details -- i think that St John met Father on line originally. But on a trip to San Francisco they meet. Telling Father of the vision, they drive northwards along the coast, following the crashing waves of the ocean as they drive. The sky is that particular dramatic mix of heavy silver gray clouds and dazzling blue. Following Father's instincts they pull of the road after some time driving and climb down a steep cliff toward the beach and there, from the beach looking back toward the cliff, they see, just as predicted, a grotto. But not only a grotto, an altar: "almost as if someone had been there before us, shaped like a tanning bed, actually... up on a rising of rock, made of grass - it was great! a broad platform... someone had had a fire there and slept there, recently, it was obvious..." In this sheltered space they proceed to follow the instructions of the shaman by laying objects at the four compass points around this altar. North: Father's cock ring. East: Driftwood. South: Father's jock strap. West: Stones from the beach. The worship begins with prayer, to the Power, to God, to Father, sitting there on the edge of His altar. The prayer turns into worship, sex worship of the most intense kind, verbal and physical, St John beginning an ever intensifying adoration of Father's cock, Father's body, Father's muscles, Father's strength. "It was cold, but he heated it up with... the sex!" Father offers a first taste of communion to his first disciple, and St John takes Father's Muscle Piss as though it was indeed the elixir of a God! And then the impossible starts to happen. It is as though Father begins to understand Himself for the first time and to truly feel the Power that coursed in his veins and sinews. He stands there on the altar, dark clouds skittering through the sky as St John's worship takes him to ever higher, more intense experience of His own Muscle Divinity! He stands there, over St John, howling, howling to the skies above, to the ocean before Him, howling as His own being as a force of nature begins to reveal Itself! The prayers! The howls! And then, with the crashing waves as accompaniment to the spectacle, he raises his arms skyward! Throws back his head! Lets go another howl and - flash! -- the clouds part and a shaft of light descends, illuminating Father in the shadows of this hidden cove! St. John reels from the sight falling to his knees and watches in stunned ecstacy as Father literally lifts from the altar and rises upward! A golden stream of piss flows from his fully erect cock as his howls continue i n this shaft of light from above! And, without having been touched, St Johns erect cock bursts with orgasm as the stream of gold hits him, cum shooting upward to its Risen God, in orgasmic recognition of The Epiphany!!! Shouts from both of them mingling to proclaim to the world that a New Power has been revealed!