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The Glowing Purple Cock

by Roscoe Forthright about a year ago in fiction
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Pagans bring forth an ancient god.

The Altar of the Grand Lodge of the Followers of Roscoe Forthright

Forest Ritual

We see a wide-view, a misty forest, firs, cedars, spruce, large maple and black cottonwood trees. Our attention focuses on the silhouette of a grove of giant cedars, towering in the half-lit sky. We hear rustlings, gentle wind in the boughs, crickets, frogs and other early morning forest sounds. Our view narrows, passes between the dark trees like a slow flying bird, to reveal a silent lake. We pause at the shore. A trout jumps, the splash echoes, and rings of concentric circle widen from where the fish had been. We hear the eerie, haunting voice of a loon, quiet at first, then filling the air over the lake, as if some evil will soon occur. A great horned owl, flaps quickly by, startled from high branches. A bullfrog begins to boom, as if at our feet, increasing our sense of dread. The fog over the lake now appears ominous, moving slowly, in thick billows toward the shore. The camera turns, as if running back into the woods, following a deer trail along a narrow gurgling stream. We hear panting, as if the cameraman is terrified, trying to escape some horrible menace. We reach a clearing, where the cameraman stops, leaning on a thick maple tree to catch his breath. We hear him growing calmer. We still here the loon, far off, as background to the loud, gurgling stream. Our view widens to take in the entire clearing. We see lush ferns four to six feet high, bright green moss and orange plate-size mushrooms cling to fallen cedar trees. Suddenly, we hear a strong gust of wind toss the high cedar branches. Two crows start up an angry conversation, raucous accusing each other of some awful social blunder. The argument continues as we peek past a tangle of blackberry vines and milk thistles. The crows grow silent. We hear only a solitary wood thrush some distance away. Under a canopy of fir and cedar trees we see three female witches hooded in green, black and dark brown robes. The robes are open to the waist , revealing firm, pale white breasts. Each woman wears a red leather collar; silver chains dangle down between their breasts. The witches stand around a wide cedar stump, which rises chest-high from the mossy forest floor. The stump has is six feet wide or more, and has been polished to a smooth finish, lacquered in clear varnish. On this high-gloss surface two three-foot high red candle burn to the left and right. This is their altar. This is the place of sacrifice.

The witch in green stands on her tiptoes, lifting herself up to take the High Priest's soft phallus into her mouth. She sucks it slowly, lovingly, clearly enjoying the warm, smooth flesh as it grows large and fills her mouth. Fully erect, the girl can barely get half of the cock into her mouth. She concentrates her attention on the glorious wide cockhead. The witches in black and brown now spread cedar bough s across the altar, being careful not to knock over the two large red candles.

In the documentary film ~~ we see a subtitle: “All three witches ascend the Altar of the Horned-God”

As the girls climb up, they remove their robes. They kneel around the High Priest, ready, expectant. The High Priest is now standing and offers his full erection to the witches. They take turns sucking the Large Sacred Member. When they do not have the cock in their mouths, they kiss and caress his smooth-shaven balls , stroke his firm thighs and fanny. After some time the High Priest claps his hands loudly, the clapping echoes in the silent woods. The witches withdraw from him, and he sits between them, crossed-legged like a yogi. The witches then draw close, two laying their heads in his lap, one laying her head between his feet. The man's cock is still, rigid, fully erect. His cock begins to shimmer and radiate a deep purple light, the cock itself gradually contains this purple color, the flesh-tone altogether gone. The witches feel radiant warm and energy emanating from the purple cock.

They move they faces and mouths close to the pulsing purple cock, their eyes tearful in awe and admiration. Each girl closes one hand around it, as if stacking hands on a warm, glowing purple baseball bat. Now the cockhead vibrates sound, a resonant humming ~ OOMMMMM. The cockhead changes color to an azure blue, while the shaft remains deep purple. The Holy Phallus vibrates and throbs as the witches kiss it from all angles. At this moment the High Priest, the tattooed, handsome , muscular and healthy young man appears to be in seizure! His eyes roll up and back in his head. There is an ominous gurgle in his manly throat. His tongue lolls out, as if he has lost control of it. Something is not right. Some inner torment is shaking the young man. His limbs tremble. Not knowing what to do, the three girls in complete dismay, continue to kiss, stroke and suck the throbbing purple cock with the azure cockhead. They desperately hope the seizure will subside and pass. At last, the crisis is over. The High Priest is serene. A smile spreads over his relaxed face. In a voice not his own, a rich tenor voice (not the soft bass voice of the young man) the witches hear the following words: “Remain calm, young ladies. (There is a moment of stunning silence.)

The Voice continues: “The Lord Shiva now commands the body of your High Priest. He is still here, unharmed, watching you and loving you. Your ceremony, intended to summon the pagan god, has summoned me, Lord Shiva, the Destroyer of Worlds. Be not afraid. There is nothing in your minds or hearts which needs destroying. You are all noble Seekers of Truth. Unintentionally, you have performed the precise rites to bring me into Manifestation. I appear before you, to speak my mind, to speak in plain English, to be easily understood by people of the 21st Century.

The Phallic Rite, sucking and stroking the Cosmic Cock, the sincerity of your intentions ~ even though you be actresses making a movie ~ your powerful sexual desire has brought you exactly what you desired. You should be made aware, I am the pagan Horned-God, and I am also one-hundred-fifty-seven thousands other Gods, on twenty thousand worlds. I span your known Universe. I precede and follow the creation of every planet capable of sustaining intelligent life. I create and I destroy. This is my Cosmic Nature. In the sacred literature of India, in the Vedas, nothing is as sacred, as holy as worshiping my erect phallus or images of my erect phallus.”

The Lord Vishnu laughs ~ “Truly, very few humans get to see my Living Cock in person. Consider yourselves blessed! In the past ten thousand years, only 512 men and women have seen my Living Cock, enjoyed the throbbing purple with the azure cockhead.” The god is silent for a moment. “Only 43 human females have tasted my purple and azure skin, and tasted my lime-orange, sweet-flavored semen.” Lord Shiva smiles warmly.

Lord Shiva continues, “ It is no accident the creative energy and power of the Cosmos is Masculine, and the creative receiver, birth-mother and teacher is Feminine. Both the Sacred Cock and the Sacred Vagina are essential to the swirling of planets and galaxies, to keep everything in its orbit, to send comets as messengers across vast distances. To move the celestial bodies and move human minds , to keep human minds in balance , to move human minds away from methods and forms of self-delusion and self-destruction. I will say clearly: your 20th Century was the most destructive era of human history, and many bad ideas from that century are still in play in the 21st Century. Self-delusion and self-destruction continue because tens of millions of people remain unaware, uneducated to the basic facts of their Cosmic Existence. Leaders of nations are especially arrogant and uninformed. Many seem to enjoy being uninformed, and listen to no one other than themselves.

Lord Shiva continues, “The Cosmos Itself relies on daily interaction between healthy, joyful living cells. When millions are killed for no good reason in wars, or specific acts of violence, the Universe Itself is harmed and diminished.

When a planet such as yours, continues to perpetuate self-destruction, the citizens learning nothing worthwhile at all, over centuries of war and slavery. When millions are killed for no good reason in wars, or specific acts of local violence, the Universe Itself is harmed and diminished. When a planet such as yours, continues to perpetuate self-destruction, the citizens learning nothing worthwhile at all, over centuries of war and slavery. When millions of people are killed in wars, in specific, deliberate acts of violence or neglect, the Universe Itself is harmed and diminished.

When a planet such as yours continues to perpetuate self-destruction, to perpetuate arrogant, ignorant ideologies for the sake of enslaving people, your world causes damage to the creative and positive energy of your galaxy. In such cases, I step in, and annihilate the planet. If the disease has been particularly pernicious, I annihilate the whole star system, and sometimes the whole galaxy. Bad behavior by a handful of powerful humans, on one world, depletes and destroys the creative spiritual energy of other planets, even uninhabited planets. As Shiva the Destroyer, I am the Ultimate Solution to the bad behavior of your selfish, small-minded, uninspiring, short-sighted global leaders. It is always the leaders of business and government who cause the most destruction. Murderers, even drug lords, never pile up dead bodies as quickly as the leaders of nations.”

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About the author

Roscoe Forthright

Erotic filmmaker and novelist. I use x-rated heterosexual short films as a tool for spiritual enlightenment. Laugh all you want. This actually works for many people. Fucking is universal! And very popular!

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