ACTIVIDAD DOCENTE Y PROFESIONAL A. DEDICACIÓN DOCENTE

As we had now landed in ReamOuter I feel I should now tell you more of Our Order. Some many years ago Jacques Har'cock and the twelve founding Knights were in the Holy City of Cock to guide and guard travelers there. They found what was to become the Sacred Treasure of The Order and the Holy Books of Cock'

But now the Land of Cock was being attacked not only from within Europe but also by non-believers in other lands. Our role was to protect the Worshippers of Cock and the sacred buildings in that land. Places like The Church of Cock Ascendant, The Trinity of Cock and The Temple of the Hooded Cock.

It was in this holy place that the Seed of the Coq-God had been planted deep in the ass- chalices of the twelve. The seed that would give them immortality so that they would work across time to keep cock risen.

My posting was to the fortress of Coc de Chevalier, and one day on patrol from we were hit by a sandstorm and I was separated from my fellows. Night was falling when I found a cave to shelter. The next morning I woke to find the skies clear and blue and when I went outside the cave I found I was in a sheltered valley, with water and grass for my horse. I decided I should let the horse graze a while before trying to find my way back to the fortress.

I tethered my horse on a long rein and went back into the cave. I thought I heard voices from deep within and looking around, I found torches. It seemed that this cave was used as shelter by the goat herders of this land. Taking a flint I lit a torch and went further into the cave. It was not one but a series and as I rounded a bend in a tunnel I saw lights of a fire ahead.

There I saw an Arab man in his early twenties, naked but for a cloth which had been loosened from his loins and was now below his balls. He was praying before a mighty

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stone phallus and his cock was bringing out much of the holy precum which was dripping onto the cloth.

He was slim and smooth, and was shaved of the hair of manhood. I watched as he reached and eased his fingers into his ass, sitting back with four of them inside him. He took his cock into his hands and chanted as he stroked his cock. He was leaking like the furies as he drove himself to ecstasy. For an age I watched. I stroked my own cock into my loincloth, catching all of my juices as I looked at him and heard his words

"...each step is an awareness of Cock. My prayers to Priapus are answered -

I now understand what is meant when Cock speaks.

You speak to me more loudly each day -

I feel it rising in Cock, Balls and Ass. Praise the Three Trinities!

He was taking the path to the gods, riding his own fingers as he praised cock, I saw him climb to the heights and then come down. He took himself there over and over again. I watched this and then I waited while his breathing steadied.

He eased his fingers from inside him and after kneeling one last time before the Phallus, he arose and adjusted the cloth to cover his hard wet cock. He turned to me and spoke to me

"Sir Knight, I welcome you here in the name of The Mighty Phallus. These are the Caves of Jism where the love of cock is celebrated by my people. Your coming was foretold so that you might learn more of the worship of Mighty Cock.

"My name is Aadil. In your tongue it means The Just. Please come dine with me and then I shall show you this Sanctuary. I pray that you ask no questions until we have eaten and I am ready to show you more."

He led me to a small cave which was obviously where he lived. There we ate fruit and cheese; and we drank sweet water together. On a shelf in the rock were scrolls and small stone phalluses. When we had finished he took my hand in his and led me to another cave. All around on the rock walls were paintings to the Cock God. One showing the Cocks Entry to the Dark Kingdom of Ass, another showing Cock's Fountain of

Erupting Joy, a third was Baptism in the Holy Waters.

These he told me had been painted over the last two thousand years; they were kept fresh by the Guardians of Cock, whose place of worship this was. There had once been 13 Guardians of the Caves but now there was just Aadil.

Then he then led me down a tunnel that I had not noticed before as it was hidden by an outcrop of rock. On each side of the tunnel were smaller caves, each dedicated to one of the Disciplines of The Mighty Cock. These had been used by the Guardians when a supplicant desired private prayer.

At the end there was a great cavern with a pool in the centre and all around from the floor and from the roof were giant rocks shaped as phalluses. There in the centre of the cavern I saw a life size statue in pink marble of two men with a hunting dog and a horse that was rearing on his hind legs. One man was holding the reins of the horse while the

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other was under the horse with his hands on the animal's cock and his mouth open to receive its seed. All the creatures bore mighty erections and the cock heads of all shone purple and ready to erupt seed.

Aadil told me that this statue was of Sicander e Azam, that Alexander of Macedon, The dog was a Royal hunting dog. The horse was Bucephalus who Sicander made a god to rule with him. The man under the horse was Hephaistion who was lover of the both these - man and horse.

In front of the statue was an altar, white as the blessed seed of Cock and it was here Aadil had been given to the Coq-God.

He took my hand and he pulled my face to his and I felt his tongue upon my lips. This man was enticing me. He stripped me slowly and I was naked as he, just in a loin cloth. We laid my cloak upon the altar and held each other. His cock was long and cut and ripe from his juices.

I was in awe at the length of his cock and he told me that Arabs from an early age begin the stages of Phallic Cultivation. They learn to slowly stroke the penis from bottom to top. This practice had lengthened and enlarged his cock. The ritual is practiced every day for thirty minutes. But here in the Temple he practiced it 4 times a day for an hour each time and had done this since he had become a Guardian.

We kissed and I lay this slender man on his back, we needed no oil to ease the way, for we had both much juice of cock and ass, so I slid my cock inside him. It was still loose from his worship and it was so very warm and welcoming. We lay like this and Aadil told me his story

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In this land it used to be that when a stranger appeared at your door he was offered food, wine and then the service of Cock. Men would spend the evening worshipping cock together and celebrate their knowledge and brotherhood by sharing their seed with each other. All men at that time loved the Coq-God and Cock.

This series of caves were established far from villages so that only the most fit and worthy would seek them. It used to be that men would travel for days to worship here. All along the way they would worship their cock and bring its pearl pre juices into the cloth around their loins. They would spray their golden juices on their bodies and let them dry there, so that when they got to this place they would smell of the aromas of cock and their seed would be strong and powerful inside them

There had always thirteen guardians in these caves and their bodies were there to help all men find the Enlightenment of Cock. Guardianship passed from father to son through the generations. Each new Guardian is sanctified by receiving his father's seed in him. My uncle Sala-ud-in was a Guardian and as he had no son to take his place here, When I reached the age of twenty I was brought by my father to be the newest Guardian of this sacred place and to dedicate my life to the service of cock.

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I was met at the entrance by my uncle's cousin and lover Haseem and he led me in darkness to this inner sanctum. Here I found my uncle and the English King, the Coq-de- Lion. Each had one retainer with them.

The King and Sala-ud-in were sitting close to each other and I stared as my uncle leaned across and kissed the king. I watched as they held each other and heard their breath as their tongues fought for dominance.

I watched as these two mighty warriors, - supposed enemies - kissed and caressed each other. These two men were taking each other along the Sacred Path of Cock. They stood and their bodies were entwined, rubbing against each other as they touched and caressed. Their robes showing the hardness they brought to each other. They had fought in battle and now I was privileged to watch as they fought in love.

Sala-ud-in looked at me and whispered to the King and they called me forward. I went and knelt before them, two of the greatest warriors in the world. I could smell the sex on them both.

My uncle told me that as he had no son of his own, my father had given me to him. He asked if I would accept him as my father and worship here with him. I knelt and put his hand to my forehead and swore acceptance of him. He called Haseem and the others to bear witness that we had accepted each other and then told them to take me and

prepare me for the Sacred Rite.

I was taken to a side cave which had no roof and I bathed in a pool there in the purest water. Haseem told me to me bend and cleansed my ass and cock. They removed those few hairs that I had on my body and placed a device of leather straps and metal rings around my flaccid cock. The final link being so that my cock was fastened down to my balls and this stopped my erection. A yellow robe was them placed upon me and I was then led back to the sanctum.

My uncle and the king were still kissing and caressing. I looked at my uncle and saw that he had loosened the rope around his waist, his robe fell open. I saw him take the hand of the King and place it inside the robe. I heard the gasp of the king as he felt what was in there. They turned to each other and kissed deeply again, holding each other close. Sala-ud-in said "It has been so long My King since we last worshipped The Cock together"

The king said "I long to bring that God Cock to full strength and frenzy again. I would drop to my knees and open my throat in adoration and praise of your Phallic Masculinity my beloved."

Sala-ud-in said "The God Cock will welcome our worship as always, my lover, my brother. It will gift you with Seed again soon. But first we must offer Aadil to The Coq- God. Let us as the two leaders Beloved of Priapus lead the Rite of Worship."

Sala-ud-in and the King stood and took off their robes and I saw my uncle’s body was slim and brown, and hairy all over then my eyes went to his crotch. He wore a soiled yellowed cloth that cupped his cock and balls, as he turned I saw that at the back the cloth did not cover his ass, but there were just two straps that framed that cleft. My cock rose at the sight of that ass framed in white.

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The King shed his clothes apart from his loincloth, which was stained with the juices of cock. His tanned and well muscled body contrasted with the deeper brown slenderness of Sala-ud-in as they knelt before the Altar to Cock. And together they said

"We kneel before the Creator Cock At this altar to the God Sicander.

He who was the Phallic Serpent restored . Lead us out of light into darkness together So that cock may rise up and be blessed As he was blessed with mighty seed. .

. Through the desires of flesh

Let us find the real truth. We serve the Holy Phallus And seek to be filled with lust. We dedicate our souls to the flesh As we share our seed as brothers. Hail Phallus,

Hail Priapus! Hail COCK!

Hail Sicander "

Sala-ud-in climbed on the altar and raised his legs, He started to push out his ass lips. They looked so huge and meaty. I had never seen a man's ass like this before. The king, - the Coq de Lion - knelt before him. He inhaled deeply from it and Sala-ud-in reached round and spread his legs wider., his cock was bulging through that cock cover. The King buried his face between those hairy cheeks and was snorting at the man scents. His tongue was between those ass lips, cleaning, tasting and eating there.

"More, Go deeper, my Lion-Coq" cried Sala-ud-in and then he groaned as he pushed down more and the Kings tongue got in there. The king was slapping those hairy brown ass-cheeks to try to get Sala-ud-in to spread wider. He was grunting as he worshipped at that altar. Suddenly he cried out "Yes, now keep it there”. As he knelt he had

unfastened his loincloth and now he stood holding his cock sword. That cock was bearing a ring through the head.

The King leant forward and kissed Sala-ud-in and then placed his soiled loincloth smelling of his juices on Sala-ud-in’s face, Then with one lunge his cock was deep inside. Sala-ud-in screamed as the King's cock touched the depths of his ass, I watched as the king's hips moved so he could get all the scent from those walls. Then he pulled from that hot ass and jumped on the altar and thrust his ripe cock in Sala-ud-in’s mouth. The Arab took it deep in his throat, gagging as he was face fucked. Then the king pulled his cock from that throat and they sat up and held each other sharing the ultimate taste of cock and ass together. Kissing and passing it between them.

I was called to kneel before them and the King turned to kiss my uncle as he pushed my head to Sala-ud-in’s crotch, I smelt his cock juices in that cloth he wore, and I began licking and then biting that cock. Suddenly the cloth was soaking, he was pissing, my mouth hungered for as much as I could capture. The smell aroused the other fluids in

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that stained cloth. My own cock was striving to get hard through the restraints. I groaned at the smell and taste of this Golden Gift.. The Sala-ud-in’s cock felt huge and was getting hard now from my service.

Then I felt the King's cock at my mouth, I could smell the juices from the walls of my uncle's ass temple. Not evil but a pleasant smell and taste, it was like tasting the

forbidden fruits. I wanted it. I wanted that kingly cock to swell in my mouth. I wanted my uncle's ass juices. I felt hands pull me closer and then my head was showered in the King’s hot piss.

The King got me to my feet and undressed me, kissing my neck as he did so. My uncle watched and then the two of them felt my body, squeezed my nipples and opened my ass cheeks, kissing and stroking me. They bit my neck and chewed my nipples. Their hands weighed my balls and stroked the cleft of my ass. Then I was lead to the Altar. The blond king with that slim bronzed body and that white cock ringed now from uncle's ass, Sala-ud-in swarthy and hirsute and oh so big a cock he had sticking out in that cloth. The King laid me down on the altar and reached for a jar that was there. I was told to breathe deeply from the jar and then lie down. My legs were raised and I then the king was licking and fingering my hole, then Sala-ud-in joined him and they took turns there. Kissing each other to share the tastes. Their tongues going deep inside my ass temple. I could not move my body, but I could feel its senses. I saw my uncle standing above me on the altar. He slowly pulled that cloth from his loins, as if he was teasing me. His cock hung down between hi s legs. He took the cloth to his nose with one hand and sniffed it inhaling the juices on it and pointing his cock at me released more of the hot golden juices of his cock onto me. His cock played up and down all over my body, marking me with his scents as he had been marked by his father many years before.

The others had their cocks out and were stroking them. A small bowl was being passed from man to man so that they could all catch the leaking of their cocks as they watched this- A man showing his love to his nephew.

Now my uncle lay down upon me, his body lying on my piss stinking body. He was rubbing against me, bringing himself to a greater hardness on me. I felt his lips on mine as he kissed me, and rubbed himself up and down my body. My nipples hardened under