SURRENDER

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: Surrender

Link: Email to LS666 / 26.08.2021

Surrender

I am a very a mix as I am a conspiracy theorist and a geek, mixed with what some say, a wild imagination and wicked mind. I was raised in the faith, and yet unsure which to follow. We all interpret things differently and have our own demons inside. They say the Bible is open to interpretation and can be misread. It depends on what is inside, maybe?

It has been a trying day as usual, as I try to find my place in this world. I have been told many times I look like a girl and have the attitude of a sissy. I find at times I am jealous of women as, while a man can dress casual, or be dressed up, a woman can become many things, just by changing clothing, hair and even make up. And as most guys, I am a horny one, but I think how as a man I can meet a woman and have sex, but once I get off it is done.

Now a woman can have sex and when the guy is finished, she can do another, and she has three holes that can get pleasure. Think about it, she can have a guy cums in her mouth, or feel his nice cock inside her cunt and even asshole. Imagine how it feels having a guy suck or play with her tits, or even shoot a load on them. I know it is wrong but wonder how it would be. After all we are born with both sets of hormones, and God created us in his image, so is he both?

I have been taught to know who the enemy is, but is he really? I have seen pictures of the one they call Baphomet and he is both genders. I have read the Bible and even read some stuff on Satan. But what is right and wrong in this new world and the one to follow? I am a geek and love my comics. I do not care which is which and have always seemed to want to be the victim. I sit and watch, as my Spiderman is attacked by something celled Venom. Interesting how it takes over, and could it literally change someones look, or figure. There I go dreaming again of bad things. I watch Batman fighting Poison Ivy, and she takes over Robin’s mind, boy, just imagine if she were a hot tranny and fucks him and turns him into one.

Damn, better get back in my Bible. Imagine that torn-up-world they are in, a dystopian type world. All dark and the anarchy, be who you want. I go into my dark room with a nice stiff drink and get onto my computer and find my mind wandering into chat rooms with some dark people who are actually going through some sort of rituals as I watch. I find myself feeling like a girl and must get my head back. I am feeling submissive and not only wanting to do things with guys, but keep thinking of the darkness they say is ruling this world.

As I start to look up some scripture, I find a picture of Baphomet pop-up. But as I drink and stare I decide to light up a joint and do not know why. Now it is like he is staring at me and his eyes turn red. His nipples grow and his penis gets larger. The snakes that wrap around it are starting to move, but it is a picture. It is like I here a faint voice so put on my headphones. The voice tells me that God is all and he is not just one gender and asks who is the real God. If he has no true gender, then why can I not be both. He made us to procreate, but in order to we needed two sexes and sex itself is something adults should enjoy. I am lost. Things popping up as I am into symbolism as well.

I let myself come down from the high, but cannot get that voice out of my head, as I find myself looking at porn and masturbating — a sin? Yes. Then I think as years back had a vasectomy — that is I gave up my manhood? Does that now make me a woman? Here we go again. I go to grab my Bible and go out and sit and read in the back under the stars. As I reach there is a picture on it of, yes, Baphomet. I move the picture and go to my back yard and hop up on my fence, boy if that ain’t a symbol, being on the fence. I straddle in a almost cocky manner as I find myself paging through.

I seem to be finding sentences like, “Did God say it was really wrong?” and how the female was meant as a companion for the male and to submit. I come across where it talks about Satan being the ruler of this world and at some point he will be sitting on a throne in the temple. There will be a statue that will look like it is talking and so on. I think in a joking manner about a statue that is hypnotizing guys into thinking they are girls and having a transgender orgy. They eat from a poison vine and like the venom, their bodies change. I start to picture myself having sex as a girl and as I start to laugh I fall off the fence, on the other side, am knock myself out. I come to and the fence, along with my house is gone.

I stand and am naked, but at least it is me, and I have my dick and all as I was born. I look around and I think am in my capital, as it looks like a monument in the clearing. There is a group gathered, all naked and staring into the front of it. The land is disheveled in that dystopian sort of way. I hear a faint voice and find myself walking towards the monument. But it’s like, I am being glided. I get there and through the crowd as they suddenly kneel and see this sort of chair, or bench or some sort of piece of sex furniture. It has stirrups and the head leans back, God knows why and as I touch it — I get a stung — and feel like something is inside me. I turn to face to opening of the monument and get a vision of the temple as I feel myself starting to walk up the steps to the doorway.

I look at myself as I am starting to not feel like a man anymore, but not like a woman either. As I struggle to think I am getting closer to the statue, which sits at the opening. I look out over the people who are a bunch straight out of a movie. They are starting to surrounds the chair as if wanting someone to sit. I think to myself as I look up to the heavens, what the fuck? I hear a voice say quite simply, “You.” I stare up as it tells me, he is not up there, and I quickly turn to see the eyes light up. It’s like they’re staring straight through me. I try to figure out what is going on — my mind goes blank.

The voice starts to tell me how great sex is, when lust as allowed to guide, and how much greater when enjoyed in a state where gender and constraints are gone. I feel my mind emptying. I’m feeling horny. There is a tingle in my chest and asshole. The voice asks how it feels. The voice reminds me that the bible says to serve, as if not to man, but God — and asks, “who is your God?”I try to think, but draw a blank. Nothing. “I thought so.” I stand there for a minute or two, as I look over the crowd; then at the chair; and then back into its eyes. I find myself almost levitating, floating towards it.

Before long, I am staring at the phallus between its legs. It grows and the snakes begin to move. I remember where the bible says that demons are be able to manipulate; to become things; and to make things move. I lam face-to-face with the statue. I stand above the phallus. It’s touching my asshole. I feel drawn, as my chest touches the breasts of the statue. They connect, like a tongue on a frozen pole. I cannot get them free. There’s another sting in my nipples. Pressure and pain. I am being filled and soon have breasts.

I feel them weigh me down until I almost sit on the phallus. There’s smoke coming from its mouth. It’s as if I am breathing the strongest weed. I start to get high. Looking into its eyes, I see straight down inside it. It’s like watching a porno or hypnosis video. I see myself as some sort of succubus fucking and sucking everyone in sight. As it keeps billowing smoke, I start to drop. I fight, as am close to being penetrated, by this huge phallus. I start to feel something where my heart, or soul is. There’s something cold. The porn gets darker. The voice in my head tells me that I am now called “Destiny” — that only the extreme lust inside me matters. 

I start to drop and yet still fight. The snakes wrap around the phallus, now wrap around my legs. They pull me down. The large head penetrate me. I moan out loud. It’s pain and pleasure. I’m standing on my toes for one last moment. The floor drops, as the snakes pull me down. The phallus goes straight up inside me. My anus bleeds. I look into its eyes with tears, as my mind finally lets go. His tongue slithers out; into my mouth; and down my throat. It’s as if it’s touching my soul — telling me to let go — hot fluids pump into me, flooding my insides to a point where fluids leak from my ass … some coming out of my mouth. 

I’m addicted. I need more. I’m cum hungry. It’s tongue emerges. There’s more smoke. As I breath it in, I feel two arms lift me from its lap. The blood and cum flows from my hole, as I turn to face the crowd and look at the chair. I walk down. I sit upon it, sliding my feet in the stirrups and lay my head back. One of the crowd stands above my head and places his gooey cock on my face. I open my mouth to accept it. Two more men begin to suck my breasts. I feel another slide up under me and shove his cock up inside me. Before I know — I’m being taken from both ends, and the more cum I get, the more I want. There is no more thoughts — I’m just a mindless cum slut.