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The Return to Eden

Chapter 1

Written By: 745393

Images are AI generations

Drew suddenly gasped, his limbs and stomach tightening as a deep, hissing breath raced through his clenched teeth. It was all he could do to hold himself together as his insides threatened to unravel. His eyes darted in every direction, desperately seeking orientation—but everything was black. The only thing he could see were his flailing legs, kicking wildly, searching for solid ground.

Desperate for help, Drew tried to scream—but his stomach churned violently, rising into his throat and choking off any sound before it could escape.

He didn’t know what to do. He was caught in a panic and didn’t know where he was or how he got there. Was he dead? Alive? Dying?

All he did know was that he was trapped, plummeting into a dark abyss, as a force- like a fierce unrelenting wind- pushed him deeper and deeper. And the longer he fell, the more hopeless he felt.

Accepting his fate Drew braced for impact, clenching his jaw even tighter, readying himself for the inevitable—and most likely fatal—collision with the ground. But suddenly, he gasped again, and the darkness began to peel away, fading into a bright sky of matted colors. It was an unexpected release as his eyes snapped open and he was jolted back into the waking realm.

“Hah...?”

“What...?”

“Whew…”

A sigh of relief quickly turned into frustration as Drew’s vision adjusted and the red digits of his alarm clock came into focus.

3:00 AM.

“What a fucking terrible time to be woken up,” Drew growled, rubbing his damp, sweat-slick palms over his face, clearing the grit from the corners of his eyes.

It was that falling sensation—the Hypnic Jerk—that sudden jolt we all get from time to time. One minute you’re gliding through space on your intergalactic mega-yacht, your shirtless lover at the helm as you dodge asteroids like a cosmic badass... and the next? You’re getting shoved off a cliff. And BAM! You’re suddenly falling. Confused. Terrified. Until you realize—you’re not falling at all. You're just lying there, cozy in bed, with your hands tucked beneath your cheek, caught in a dream turned nightmare, screaming in your own mind, hoping someone hears you.

Drew mostly thought of himself as a single entity—a whole being: body, mind, and soul, all working together in harmony. But moments like this made him question that. Times when his body—his loyal employee—was caught sleeping on the job, letting his mind go rogue. This wasn’t the first time, but it was always a humbling experience. A reminder that he was just human. Just a mortal. A bag of bones and meat, marching towards death. Not just one single being, but trillions of tiny lives—cells—each with their own purpose, their own rhythm, woven together in a intricate dance that made Drew who he was.

“Hmm…” Drew thought to himself  “Do my cells know who I am? Do they know they work for me? Do they like working for me? Do they enjoy keeping my heart beating, shuttling oxygen and nutrients to my limbs, and sending signals from my brain to the rest of my body?”

“Do they know they’re part of something bigger than themselves? Like threads in a grand tapestry through which I become me? Or are they just... there? Mindlessly chugging along, unaware of their role in shaping my being?”

His heart pounded harder as the weight of his mortality settled deeper into his mind, and panic began to stir.

“Do my cells even know that without them, I wouldn’t exist? That they wouldn’t exist either?”

Drew paused.

“Enough,” he muttered sternly to himself, exhaling to steady his spiraling thoughts, slowly shaking his head in recognition of his old, familiar habit: overthinking.

Rustling his pillow, Drew turned his head to the side, trying to distract himself by scanning the familiar shadows of his dimly lit bedroom.

He focused on the moonlight filtering through the window as it spilled into his room, painting everything with a pale, milky glow, as it meandered between shadows cast by his furniture. Occasionally, the moonlit river was interrupted, broken by the fleeting glimmer of passing cars below, ferrying home the last carousers of the night. Drew watched the red and white streaks stretch across the walls, imagining them as desperate lovers dancing in defiance in the face of their inevitable dark fate.

But not even their tragic waltz could calm Drew’s racing thoughts.

So, he glanced again at the clock, groaning as the time was revealed.

3:12 AM.

He didn’t know what was worse? The rapid ticking of time, flying by with an uncontrollable quickness, while it stole his precious sleep—or the agonizing drag of each second, stretching long, as his anxiety tightened its grip.

So, Drew turned toward the bedroom window and looked out over the city skyline. He stared at its tall towers as they twinkled like stars, blending into the night sky, as if they had always been part of the Cosmos. And Drew couldn’t help but feel a soft calm settle over him.

Drew loved the city he lived in. And, in some strange, delusional way, he liked to think the city loved him back. It wasn’t just a place to Drew, it was his entire life. His past. His present. His future. It was where he was born. It was where he grew up. It was home.

To Drew, the city was a presence.

The PRESENCE.

It was a lifelong companion with a living, breathing, soul. A voice. With moods. With energy that shifted when he needed it most, like an observant friend.

In his youth, the city was like a nurturing mother— carefully guiding him along his path, with arms opened wide, catching him when he fell. Her loving eyes filled with joy as she watched her new soul take in all the new sights and sounds

Later, when Drew became a bit older, the city became more of a paternal figure, a strict father—austere, wise, and a bit relentless, as he imparted harsh life lessons with a knowing glance and a steely resolve.

Sometimes, when Drew really needed it, the city became a dear friend—a lifelong confidant he could joke with, vent to, or simply, a shoulder to lean on.

And now, in this moment, it was his comforter— petting him tenderly, reminding him everything would be okay.

The city was always a motivating place to Drew. By day, she was a just ruler, confidently sitting on her throne above her kingdom like a rare prize to be sought after. Silently observing her citizens as they rushed in her many directions- adorning her with their talents and hard work, competing to impress her —hoping she might one day notice them, and lift them up high to her shining peaks.

But by night, she stirred with a different kind of motivation. Her energy soft and relieving, becoming a gentle muse, as her sensuous lullaby rang in Drew’s mind. Replacing his boisterous thoughts with visions of a bright future. Calming Drew’s mind as he gazed upon her tender skyline.

Like two lovers sharing a quiet knowing glance, she cast a warm hope across Drew’s weary soul, quieting his thoughts, like a heavy blanket drawn over his body, urging him to rest.

So Drew turned back over, nestling into the warmth of his sheets.

And as he closed his eyes, he gave his alarm clock one last glance.

But something was off.

The numbers were hard to read, blurred, drowning in a soft red glow.

Drew perked up, his evening interrupted yet again, and noticed his room awash in red.

“A busy night for the paramedics,” he muttered, assuming the glow came from an emergency vehicle outside. He lay back and waited for it to pass. But it didn’t.

The glow endured, and the once-gentle objects in his room seemed to now loom. Their shadows stretched, painted now in an eerie crimson, like silent sentinels whispering among themselves, fueling Drew’s curiosity, daring him to get up and investigate.

Drew tried to ignore it—but the longer he waited, the more unsettled he became. Until finally, he caved.

Drew sighed heavily as he threw the covers aside, wincing in frustration as the cold night air slapped his warm skin.

Drew shuffled reluctantly to the window, peering through the glass at the skyline and down onto the street below.

But there was nothing.

No accident. No flashing lights. No paramedics.

Just the same sleeping city, peaceful as ever.

Drew Frowned, reaching for the curtains and slowly drew them shut.

And as the room dimmed, the red glow became even more vivid, drawing his eyes in its direction.

It seemed it was coming from inside his apartment, seeping through the cracks around his closed bedroom door—the one that led into the living room. A bright red corona framed it, making it look like a portal to another world.

A pit formed in Drew’s stomach.

“Is there a fire in the kitchen?” he wondered, sniffing the air around him. “But, I don’t smell any smoke?”

“Hmm…”

“Maybe there’s an intruder?” he thought instead, becoming still and quiet. “But the door’s locked. And they’d need to get past the concierge. Plus they’d need a key fob for the elevator?” Drew thought to himself, trying to reason his fear away.

But the glow continued its pulse, calling to him.

So Drew crept toward the door, pausing before it before glancing down at his bare feet as the red light pooled around them, painting them with streaks of something otherworldly.

Something’s not quite... right.

“Am I... dreaming?” Drew thought, everything around him feeling utterly surreal. Did I already fall asleep and not notice?

To test his reality, Drew pinched his arm—hard. A sharp sting searing into his skin.

“Well,” he sighed with disappointment. “I guess not.”

He reached for the doorknob with his right hand, gripping it gently, while placing his left hand flat against the frame and lowered himself into a crouch, as he slowly began to open the door.

And as the latch gave way, Drew’s senses sharpened and his mind raced, preparing himself for anything that might be waiting on the other side.

Drew leaned in closer to the door, readying himself to peek out into the living room, hoping to remain unnoticed by any possible intruder.

But he wasn’t ready for what met him.

For the very moment the door cracked open, an overwhelming red light burst through the gap. Drew recoiled instinctively, flinging the door wide as he staggered backward, blinded by piercing streaks of crimson.

“Fuuucckk!” he shouted, stumbling as he threw his hands over his eyes, trying to shield them from the blinding blaze.

Disoriented and unable to see, Drew groped forward into the living room, knocking over things as he searched for anything to steady himself. Eventually, he collided with the wall, pausing there, breathless, while trying to collect himself.

After a moment, he was ready to open his eyes again. With his hands still covering his eyes, he cautiously opened the spaces between his index and middle fingers and peeked through, squinting against the light bleeding through the cracks. And slowly, the room began to resolve into a hazy, oversaturated blur.

As his eyes adjusted, Drew patted himself down as he looked around. No injuries. No intruders. No real emergency.

Then he noticed something strange—the light wasn’t coming from inside his apartment at all. It was shining in from the living room window.

So, he slowly stepped closer to the window, his eyes still squinting. The nearer he got, the more intense the glow became. Drew raised his hand again, navigating the increasingly blinding light until his fingertips pressed against the cold pane of glass.

He stopped.

And as his irises contracted, the view sharpened into clarity. The source of the glow was coming from his neighbor’s apartment—the one perpendicular from his. Their windows formed an awkward corner in the building, making it easy to see into one another’s living rooms.

Drew hated that about his place and was surprised he’d left the blinds open at all. Normally he kept them shut tight after a few uncomfortable encounters with former neighbors.

He reached for the blind’s drawstring, chuckling nervously as his tension began to ease.

“Why do I always overthink everything?” he whispered, half-annoyed with himself.

But just as Drew prepared to close the blinds, something in his neighbor’s apartment caught his attention.

a young man he had never met before, kneeling, on his own living room floor, in front of a television.

The young man was kneeling on the back of his heels, gazing straight ahead at the television screen before him. His eyes were opened wide, unblinking, as he seemed to focus intensely on the glow being emitted from the television screen. The palms of his hands were pressed firmly together in front of himself, positioned neatly between his chest and head, as though he was in deep prayer.

The man rocked back-and-forth, almost ritualistically, in a slow mechanical motion, tapping the television screen with the ends of his steepled fingers every time he leaned forward, causing the television to jostle slightly on its stand every time he rocked towards it, Then, the man paused momentarily, his eyes only a few inches away from the TV screen, peering deeply into its searing red glow, before returning to his original position, settling back into his heals, and starting the process over again.

Drew stared long and hard at the young man, his curiousity growing with every passing second. Drew leaned in closer, squashing the tip of his nose against the cold glass of the window, squinting even harder as he tried to make out what in the world the man was watching.

But the TV was facing away from the window, leaving nothing but it’s dark angular back to be seen by Drew.

“Hmm....? Drew thought to himself. “Maybe he’s watching some kind of late-night church program?”, trying to make sense of the strange situation.

But the young man’s attire caught Drew’s attention next. What seemed to be an all-black body suit, covering the man completely below the neck.

The suit was slick, seamless, and hugged the young man like a second skin. It shone with an unnatural sheen, like a black mirror intensifying the dizzying red glow into dozens of warped reflections as the man rocked back-and-forth.

Drew’s heart began to beat faster and his eyes began to roam freely as they embraced the man’s lean muscular frame, tracing the man’s black glossy outline, while eyeing the every contour of the young man’s polished body.

Drew stared, studying the young man, noticing that the suit seemed to influence his movements. like a leashed collar wrapped around a dog's neck, the suit seemed to create a continued resistance as he rocked back-and-forth. Pulling at the man, stretching taut around his legs and rear, pressing so hard as to almost become his actual skin, revealing more and more of the man’s outline. The suit also pressed down firmly on his shoulders every time he rocked forward and leaned into the television screen. Seemingly causing the young man's muscles to tremble as he resisted its influence over him. Stubbornly determined to completely take in the every pulsating image that appeared on the screen before him. But the suits influence seemed unrelenting, as it seemed to strong-arm the man for dominance, eventually snapping him back onto his heals, like a dog being corrected by its owner.

“Wow" Drew whispered to himself again, water vapors clinging to the cold glass before his lips, as he exhaled long and slow. "This guy is pretty fucking hot”

Drew’s eyes couldn’t look away and continued to scan the young man’s body, finishing his analysis on the man’s dead pan face.

Drew was mesmerized by the man’s focused eyes, filled with tears as he held them open wide staring at the TV screen. The tears slowly running down his cheeks and stopping momentarily at the corners of his lips, where they would pool before falling to the floor.

The young man appeared to be saying something under his breath, quiet and steady, like a whispered mantra. Drew tried his best to read the man’s lips, bending down as far and as close to the window as possible, trying to get even a little bit closer to the young man. But no matter how long Drew stared, he still was unable to decipher the man’s speech.

Drew was so focused on the young man’s moving lips that he didn’t even notice that the man had stopped, completely frozen with his eyes still fixed on the television screen, his rear settled back into his heels, while keeping his palms together and raised.

And then, in one fluid motion, the man turned his head, and Drew looked up, locking eyes with the man’s blank stare.

Suddenly, Drew’s heart lurched, as  all the air seemed to had been sucked from his apartment. Drew popped up onto his feet in surprise, instinctively pushing himself away from the window.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Drew quickly mumbled as his eyes darted around his living room, desperately looking for a dark spot to hide in.

But no spot existed as the flashing red lights were too bright, and Drew would be seen no matter where he stood. So, Drew quickly reached for the blinds, pulling the drawstring with a quickness, hoping he could simply close them and end this terribly awkward moment. But Drew pulled too hard and the entirety of the blinds came crashing down to the living room floor.

Drew was flushed with embarrassment as he watched the man slowly begin to stand, lifting his left leg and planting his foot firmly on the ground, his entire body pivoting mechanically with the motion of his other leg.

And as the man straightened and turned, his front came fully into view. And Drew’s heart skipped a beat in shock noticing the man’s head wasn’t the only part of his body uncovered by the slick, glistening suit.

 The man’s arousal rising with the rest of his body, standing firm and erect, pointed directly at Drew.

Drew didn’t know what to do. He had been caught by his prurient observer, unable to do anything but stand there frozen, like a deer in the headlights, consumed with embarrassment, shock, and panic.

Drew continued to stare at the young man as his slick glossy arms dropped stiffly to his sides, and he began to march rigidly towards his own living room window- towards Drew- his erect member bouncing loudly with every firm step the man took as it seemed to scream out while pointing at Drew, exposing his perverse voyeurism.

Drew was flabbergasted, for the surreal scene defied reason—was this reality, or was this some kind of weird sexy nightmare? Drew pinched himself again, feeling the same sharp burn of flesh and nail as before. He was in complete disbelief. Had he just been caught peeping? Was this man really walking towards Drew right now? At this time of night? Was the man ok with this? Should he call the concierge to complain? Will the man call the concierge to complain or even worse…the police?

Drew broke eye contact with the man, his vanity taking over, as he glanced down at himself—half-dressed, vulnerable, in nothing but worn-out boxer briefs. Drew was practically naked. His hair lop-sided and tangled, while the other side was totally flat from laying against his pillow. He shook his head, trying to even out his hair a bit.

Then Drew stopped, and began scolding himself. "What are you doing!? You were just about to report this man for perversion, and now you're worried if you look ok?? Get it together, man!"

Drew lifted his gaze, refocusing his vision past his own reflection, and onto the young man who was now standing right in front of Drew with only the small gap of their two apartments between them. The man’s eyes were still pinned on Drew, the unnatural red light, still flashing about, cast a sharp shadow over the contours of the man’s face, as the man’s throbbing member twitched with the every beat of the man’s heart.

Drew could see the man’s body suit clearly now, seemingly made of a thick form-fitting rubber material that gleamed brilliantly in the red glow of the man’s living room. His rubberized arms placed rigidly on each side of his body with his gloved fingers pointed straight down to the floor, like a soldier standing at attention.

The man’s raised member seemed like the unruly one though, pointing overtly at Drew’s pelvis in an unsettling motion -an idle gesture—it was sharp, almost confrontational, as if it was issuing a silent challenge to Drew.

The man also seemed to smile, but he wasn’t smiling at Drew, as more so he was smiling towards Drew,  like he was looking at something in Drew’s apartment.

Drew became confused and turned his head, glancing over his shoulder to see what else the man could possibly be smiling at? But there was nothing behind Drew, just his own empty living room, filled with furniture being washed over by the haunting red flashes coming from the man’s apartment.

There was something off about the man’s smile, something detached, and possibly not quite human. On the surface, it felt cheeky, naughty, and inviting, but at the same time, it was devoid of warmth or any true emotion.

Time stretched painfully thin as the two continued their staring match. Drew still standing motionless in surprise, as though he had just come across a dangerous animal in the wild, silently watching the man,  keeping aware of any sudden moves the man might make.

Drew continued to study the man’s smile, witnessing the man’s detached smile morph into a mischievous grin -a grin, unsettling and taunting, as the man proudly puffed out his glistening rubberized chest, his nipples firm as he seemed to flex his pecs.

Drew’s countenance change, as an uncomfortable excitement filled him, returning the man’s grin with a cringed, embarrassed, half hearted smile, unsure of where this evening was taking Drew.

Then, suddenly, the young man's breathing started to shift, gradually becoming faster and deeper as the man formed his rubberized hands into clenching fists, like he was trying to keep something bottled up inside.

The man raised his upper lip, exposing his teeth, clenched together tightly as he struggled to keep the menacing grin on his face. The shining rubber on the man’s chest expanded quickly, glinting as it contracted with greater regularity.

Pulsating veins began to form on the man’s head, becoming even more red than the flashing glow as they began protruding from the man's temples, pulsating in unison with the man's erect member.

The man’s eyes became serious, intense, almost passionate as he continued to breath heavy.

Then suddenly the man’s eyes rolled back into his head, forcing his eyelids close as he bent his head backwards in reaction, clenching his whole body tightly, convulsing, while seemingly letting out a loud moan.

Then, a thick, heavy, white stream shot forth from his erect member, bursting onto the inside of the man’s living room window, splattering back onto the man’s face and shining suit a bit as it bounced off of the window between the two men.

The man thrusted his hips back-and-forth, still continuing to squish his erect member against the semen filled window over and over again, unbothered by the white gelatinous goo that continued to splatter on him, as it became caught and hanged from his eye brows and lips. Like a pair of windshield wipers, the man smeared the streams of thick white seed, still spewing forth from him, all over the window with his erect member, until every last drop was excised from his body.

Then the man stopped as he leaned on the cum-filled window with his left rubberized hand, panting before taking a deep, relieving breath, keeping his eyes closed tight and his face pointed towards the ceiling.

Then, the young man slowly lowered his head, returning it back to its original position, as his breathing gradually began to normalize,  relaxing the tension in his face. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times before looking around at his surroundings, almost as if he had been awaken from a deep spell, totally unaware of where or even who he was.

Drew, in a pathetic attempt to give the man some privacy, took a step back from his own window, allowing the man to regain his composure. But the man looked up at Drew, noticing him staring sheepishly towards him.

Spotted yet again and unsure of what to do next, Drew smiled softly at the man, raising his left hand, giving the man an awkward wave.

The man furrowed his eye brow, staring back at Drew with suspicious surprised, as though he hadn’t just spent the last 10 minutes staring at Drew while performing sexual acts.

Then, the man’s face of confusion shifted to that of worry and grimace, looking down at his cum-filld hands, seemingly noticing the rubber bodysuit covering his skin.

The man started frantically grabbing at the suit as though he was trying to get it off. But the slick rubber clung to his skin with a great tightness, while the wetness of the cum caused his rubber hands to quickly lose their grip.

The man then paused, looking defeated, slowly placing both of his rubberized palms against the windows glass, giving Drew a helpless, panicked look as though he was in need of help.

Drew looked back at the young man, noticing the worried look on the man’s face, and leaned in closer to the window, closer to the man.

Drew began moving his lips wide and slow in an attempt to communicate, hoping the man could read them through the window, asking, “are you OK? Do you need help?”, thinking the young man was possibly mentally unstable or on drugs.

The man squinted and began to read Drew’s lips.

Then the man pulled his face forward, almost touching the window with the tip of his lips as he began to say something to Drew.

Drew tried his hardest to interpret what the man was saying, trying to read the man’s lips through the smeared glass, but once again, Drew was unable to make out what the man was saying.

So, Drew raised his hands up, shrugging apologetically in confusion as he shook his head and whispered “I don’t know what you’re saying?”

The man then stopped and seemed to sigh in disappointment. His countenance becoming more defeated as he locked eyes directly with Drew’s again, and Drew could see the man’s eyes were filled with urgency, and a yearning tear filled unease.

The man smiled at Drew, this time sad yet genuine, the kind of smile parting friends exchange when they don’t know the next time they may see each other. A smile filled with grief and sorrow of an ending chapter of life, yet still happy and appreciative to have known each other, even if it was just a moment.

The man quickly exhaled water vapers from his breath onto the surface of the window. Lifting his rubberized arm quickly as if the man didn’t have much time to waste and wrote.

“RUN AWAY!

Then, the man stepped back, waiting to make sure Drew was actually looking at him. He then raised his rubberized hands, placing them over his eyes first, then his mouth, and then his ears.

Drew stared back even more confused than before.

So, the young man repeated himself. Slowly placing his shining rubberized hands over his eyes, his mouth, and his ears with an eerie fluidity, making sure Drew understood him.

Drew followed the young man’s hypnotic dance with his eyes as he began to perceive what the man was trying to tell him. And Drew began to whisper to himself in tandem with the young man’s movements "See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil."

Suddenly, the young man jolted upright, arching his back as if an invisible knife had plunged deep within his spine. He seemed to gasp as his breath quickened into small shallow, panicked bursts. His eyes welled up with tears and he seemed to moan painfully. His eyes darted wildly around his living room, his pupils dilating as if he were only just noticing the bright flashes that had bathed them and the apartment all along.

His head whipped from side to side, searching for the source of the flashing light. Then, for a fleeting second, his frantic eyes landed on the television screen, and the man’s countenance grew worried as he locked eyes with Drew once more.

Terror seemed to fill the man’s expression, as his hands shot up to his temples, fingers splayed, pressing his palms tightly into his skull. His eyes clenched shut as he began to strain, while flinching and ticking his head quickly like he was becoming possessed. His face, already contorted in distress, flushed red—redder than the pulsating light that danced around them. Every muscle in his face twisted, squeezing into an agonized grimace before he suddenly seemed to let go, the man’s face snapping back into a frozen, wide-eyed stare—still fearful, but now eerily still. His hands trembled slightly at the sides of his head, as his swollen, red-rimmed eyes bore into Drew soul with an intensity that screamed urgency.

Then, without warning, the man slammed his palms against his temples again. Hitting himself repeatedly. The force of each impact growing every time he hit himself, his desperate rhythm quickening.

Drew could just hear the inaudible sound of the man’s rubberized flesh snapping against his skull, feeling every sharp forceful smack, as the man beat himself. It reverberated through Drew’s imagination, making Drew extremely uncomfortable.

Drew banged against his own window, screaming for the man to stop.

But then—abruptly—the man's eyes shifted, focused. As if something had snapped into place. His expression shifted to that of confusion and worry. Slowly, he turned his back to Drew, his body tensing as he seemed to wrestle with something unseen, something gnawing at the edges of his mind.

The man slowly inched closer to the television, as though he was being drawn in by an unseen force, stopping just inches away from the TV screen. His gaze locked onto the flickering red images as his lips parted slightly in silent reverence. Then, as if something within him shattered, his expression crumbled as what seemed like a low, strangled sob escaped from his throat.  He fell to his knees with his fingers curled into tight fists, trembling as they pressed against the floor. His body shook with seeming desperation, raising his hands to the screen, as he made wordless pleas, like a scolded child begging for forgiveness. But the screen gave no answer.

And the man’s cries seemed to grow softer the longer he looked at the screen, and his movements slowed, until, finally, his hands slackened, falling limply to the floor.

A vacant stillness overtaking him, his eyes, once filled with anguish, now dulled into a hollow stare. His mouth hung open, and his jaw slacked, as if his very essence had drained away. Then, without warning, his body shifted forward, leaning in even closer towards the television screen, dragging his lifeless hands along the floor with him —until his forehead pressed firmly against the glass of the TV screen.

The screen’s hot red glow seemed to sizzle against the man’s now greasy skin, as drops of salty sweat dripped into his eyes. Yet he did not blink or flinch, only pressing his face harder into the screen, until the lenses of his wide eyes made contact with the bright screen, as though maybe he was trying to merge with the television. His eyes began to tear-up as he pressed harder against the bright screen and he began to slowly nod,

A chill shot up Drew’s back watching the lenses of the young man’s eyes scrap across the searing television screen with every nodded.

Drew could just feel it—imagining how the man's eyes must be feeling,  their lenses pulling against the friction of the TV screen, collecting debris from its dusty red surface. The invisible embers ,from the oppressive heat emanating from the screen, scorching into the man’s skull.

And then, suddenly, the man pulled away from the television, just like he had done before. Slowly and eerily leaning back onto his heels before rising to his feet. Mechanically turning his entire body toward the window—toward Drew, locking eyes with Drew's eyes again.

Drew took a deep breath as the young man began to walk towards him with the same unnatural fluidity and focus as before.

And Drew, just as before, didn’t know what he should do or even how much more of this he could witness, but like earlier and just like the young man, Drew just couldn't look away, he couldn’t close his eyes, he couldn’t move, He simply continued to observe the man, taking in the man’s every movement. A slave to the vision before him.

Every step of the man's march toward the window was so stiff, so precise, with his fists tightly wound, twitching slightly with his every measured step in Drew's direction.

Then, just as before, the young man stopped at the window before Drew with his eyes opened wide, staring intensely into Drew's eyes.

Drew's face was filled with concern, sensing the silent turmoil behind the man's rigid façade, noticing the man’s mouth was trembling shut, as though he was possibly trying to form words.

"Did he want to tell Drew something again, just as he did before?" Drew wondered to himself. But he didn’t react, trying not to instigate any further extreme behavior from the man.

And as Drew continued to stare, a crushing force seemed to fall upon the young man, heavy and suffocating, like someone had turned the gravity on high. And Drew watched as its effects seemed to run down the man’s body.

The man’s eyes widened further and his head stiffen more, as the force seemed to grow stronger, pinning the man’s head in place like a soldier standing perfectly at attention. His gaze, still locked forward on Drew, seemed to become more scared, as the force seemed to pull at the corners of his mouth like fishhooks, dragging the ends of his lips downward into a grotesque, agonized frown. His lips trembled in seeming pain as drool dripped from his mouth, pooling on the floor before his feet. His veins protruded from his neck, as he seemed to try and close his eyes.

But then the man’s frown suddenly gave way, and his eyes calmed as his face settled into a vacant, lifeless stare.

Drew followed the invisible force with his eyes, watching the rest of the man's body seemingly follow suit, as it made its way down the man. Pulling his arms down rigidly straight, as his stiff fingers pointed toward the floor. His spine straightened unnaturally as he puffed his chest outward in a prideful and intimidating stance. His knees locked as his heels seemed to fuse to the floor.

And Drew raised his gaze once again to the man's face as the man's face changed again.

The man's vacant stare becoming almost evil as he lowered his head slightly and began to smirk at Drew. His pupils pushing against the tops of his eyelids, never taking his sight off Drew.

The man then stepped forward until his body pressed against the window inside his apartment. His thick, shining, rubberized thighs smearing his own cum already meandering down the glass.

Drew stepped back startled and creeped out as the man lifted his right rubberized arm and grab the cord to the blinds with his gloved hands, stepping back as he slowly lowered the blinds, while keeping his sly smirked locked on Drew.

The bright flashing ,that filled Drew’s apartment, began to gradually fall dark as the man lowered the blinds further. Until Drew stood there, in the dark, by himself, shocked by what had just happened.

And as everything finally settled, Drew became acutely aware of his own body.

Drew could now feel the sweat pooling in his palms and the thunderous pounding of his heart. He could feel the hot head of his erect member pressing insistently against the thin cotton of his boxers, throbbing in rhythm with each beat of  his excited heart.

Glancing down, Drew could see the tent straining between his legs, the swollen tip of his member already peeking through the small opening in his boxers.

Stunned and deeply aroused by what had just transpired, Drew reached down, freeing himself, and began to furiously pump in the shadows of his dark living room, his eyes remaining fixed on the white, now translucent  streaks still glistening on the glass of his neighbor’s window, as the previous scenes replayed in his mind on an endless loop, while Drew moaned in pleasure.

It didn’t take long before Drew also erupted, shooting a thick load onto his own window.

Breathless, Drew collapsed onto the sofa, surrendering to the exhaustion that consumed him, as his soft cotton boxers absorbed the warm mess running down his thighs. And finally, Drew was able to get some rest.

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The Return to Eden

Prolugue

Written By: 745393

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In the beginning, there was Nothing:

But then appeared HE—eternal, without end, sovereign over all things yet to be.

And HE stood amidst the Nothingness, unhindered by its vastness, and reached forth into it, pulling from it a piece. And HE took the piece of Nothingness in HIS mighty hands and gave it a great squeeze, and the piece did yield unto HIM, collapsing upon itself until it became the finest dust.

Then gathered HE the dust in HIS palm, and with HIS hand did HE form a mound, pressing into its center a hollow at its peak. HE then lifted the mound to HIS lips, and from HIS mouth came forth a great binder. And the binder did pour into the hollow, filling it, and with quickness did the dust absorb HIS Essence.

And with skill beyond measure began HE the combination, taming the mixture until it did stretch and spring—made pliable yet firm—and HE formed a kneading clod.

HE took the clod and worked it further. With great care and divine intent, HE began to shape it into a mighty sphere, raising its peaks high unto the heavens and pressing its valleys deep. HE carved therein enormous canyons and smooth, boundless plains.

Then, when it pleased HIM, HE struck the clod with HIS boot—a powerful blow—and the clod was hardened. And again, HE brought it to HIS lips, breathing upon it HIS HOLY Breath. And lo, HIS Breath swept over it as a mighty wind, quaking its grounds and purging its fetid atmosphere.

And lo, the clod awoke.

And she, the Earth, opened her eyes and beheld her captor: the all-encompassing Nothingness—quivering in fearful reverence as it bowed before her.

She looked about in confusion, and found only the Void. And she cried out, “Who is there…?” But silence answered her.

Again, cried she out, this time in urgency: “Who hath done this? Who is HE that hath delivered me from the chains of eternal darkness and brought me into life? Who is this GREAT TAMER who hath bowed the wild Void to HIS will, and freed me from its grasp? Who is the SOURCE of such power, that HE might create from nothing? Who is this GREAT OVERTAKER of the dark?”

Yet still, silence lingered. And so, she softened her tone.

“I pray thee,” she called again, her voice filled with longing. “Surely, this came not by chance? Am I truly alone— Still lost within the vast emptiness? Peradventure Thou understandest not my tongue? Do the waves of my voice reach not Thy ears? Or perchance… Thou hast no ears to hear?”

But silence remained.

Yet even in the silence, she perceived HIS presence. And so, she persisted.

“Even so… Thou must surely feel the joy that surgeth within my heart. For it is the joy of liberation—abundant and overflowing. It is youthful and bold, fearing nothing. My joy overfloweth with thanksgiving, traveling swiftly in all directions, seeking the face of my Redeemer.”

And with yearning stirred deep within her being, she cried out in sorrow: “Please… is this my purpose? To dwell in solitude? My heart is full and overfloweth with praise—yet I know not where to pour it. I hunger for fellowship. And in mine own creation, I believed—surely—Thou also seekest the same. Yet I am left with naught but the kneeling Void, my former captor— A barren emptiness that boweth not from love, but from fear of Thee. I beseech Thee, reveal Thyself unto me, That I might offer my thanks to my DELIVERER and lift up Thy name. Grant me grace to bear this burden of gratitude, Which Thou hast laid upon me.”

Then did the Nothingness scream out in agony— As a voice, mighty and full of power, did break through it:

“Thy voice echoeth in Mine ears, and I do understand thy tongue—for I alone have created it. Yea, I behold the joy that floodeth thy soul, for thy joy is pure and youthful. It is I whom thou criest after.”

And the Earth lifted her gaze as HIS light did pierce the Nothingness, filling the Void with brilliance and warmth. And she beheld THE GREAT SPIRIT hovering above, and HE looked down upon her, HIS countenance radiant. And for the first time, the glory of HIS face shone upon her.

And HIS warmth rose over her, and her soul was filled with HIS providence. In the splendor of HIS beauty revealed, she beheld HIS eternal power and divine nature. And no longer did she feel alone.

And with awe trembling in her voice, she cried unto HIM: “Who art Thou?”

And HE answered: “I am thy CREATOR. I am the TAMER of the Void. I am DIVINITY. I am GOD.”

And hearing HIS words, she was filled and overcome by HIS presence, and the Earth fell to her knees, weeping.

Then HE lifted her in HIS embrace, comforting her. And excitement did fill her depths. Her springs burst forth from her crust, flooding her valleys. She settled into HIM, and HE, likewise, into her. HE poured HIS seed into her, and she rested in HIM. And in HIS arms was she satisfied.

Then HIS seed churned deep within her core, And HIS presence did fill her continually. Her lands blossomed and adorned her in verdant splendor. Her fields flourished with vibrant green, alive with joy— The joy of HIS embrace.

And as HE continued to fill her, her horizons were parted. Her deep, low-lying blues—the oceans—were separated From her lighter blue canopy—the skies above, Reaching upward toward HIM in the firmament.

And from her caverns arose creatures, and these glorified HIM through their stewardship. The fowl guarded her skies, wings spread in praise. The fish of the sea swam in her depths, purifying her waters. And the great beasts roamed her plains, pruning her lands, preserving her beauty.

And in the passing of days, HE delighted in her— Swimming in her oceans, walking through her fields, Enjoying her fruits and herbs, Savoring the waters that coursed through her rivers.

Yet one day, as GOD walked upon a familiar path, HE heard weeping. And lo—HE beheld a man, kneeling by a stream, gazing into his reflection.

“I have walked beside this stream oftentimes,” said GOD, “and she hath danced with My stride—her murmurs rising to Mine ears as she rejoiced through the lands of the Great Mother. But this day, never hath she been so still, nor her voice so silent.”

And the man, wiping tears, replied, “The stream is still because of me, good SIR.”

And the LORD answered with disbelief and condescension, “Surely thou thinkest not thyself with such import, that a stream would cease her flow for thy sake?” And the LORD laughed. “Nay—she is startled by the stranger weeping at her shore, staining her waters with salty tears, is she not?”

And the man, with defiance, answered, “Nay, SIR! The stream and I are indeed great friends. I have bathed in her waters and let her carry me as she willed. I delight in her, and she in me.”

“A friend?” scoffed the LORD. “A friend to a human?” And HE laughed again. “Then why laugheth she not with thee as friends ought?”

The man gazed deeper into her still waters, deeper into his reflection, and his tears fell with greater sorrow.

“Hast Thou never dipped Thy polluted hands into her, that they might be cleansed!?” the man cried.

And the LORD scoffed, offended that the man, a human, would dare speak thus unto Him or think HIS Hands ever polluted, yet the man knew not that he addressed the ALMIGHTY.

Then with calm resolve, the man said, “She comforteth me as a friend. In her stillness, she heareth me, and in silence, she giveth peace.”

And he reached into the stream, cupping her waters, and washed his face.

And the LORD beheld how the waters clung to the humans face, washing away the swelling tears from his cheeks, the stream herself willfully taking the man’s sorrows upon her own.

And GOD saw their bond and was moved with compassion.

“Truly, a faithful companion is she,” said GOD.

“Yes, SIR,” said the man. “She is most attentive, a true friend.”

“But with such bounty around thee, and a friend so steadfast, what troubleth thee so?” asked the LORD.

The man cast down his eyes in shame. “Great is my sorrow and void within. For as I gaze upon myself, I see not what the stream seeth.”

“And what doth she see?” asked GOD.

“She seeth a beloved companion, a wondrous creation of the Great Mother,” said the man.

“And dost thou not see this truth?”

“Nay,” said he. “For I am filled with shame. I find no place in her creation.

“ I can not soar through her heavens like the birds, whose sweet songs ride upon her winds. I can not glide through her vast seas with the grace of the fish. Nor do I possess the strength of the beasts of the land, who race across her plains, tending to her green pastures. I am lost, SIR, without a place.”

And GOD, in compassion, sat beside him, laying HIS Gloved Hand upon his back. And the man, desperate, pressed into the LORD, breathing in HIS Essence.

“Thy bosom, SIR,” he whispered, “is soft, like silken threads—Thy warmth comforts me.”

He pressed closer, breathing deeply.

“And Thy scent,” said he, “is as earth after the refresh of rain—sweet and rich, like cinnamon bark.”

He embraced GOD, clinging to HIM, drawing HIM close.

“Thy hand on my back filleth me with peace.”

He smiled, resting in the LORD.

“I thank Thee for Thy comfort,” said he, drying his eyes and looking up.

But seeing GOD’s glory, he shielded his face and fell prostrate.

“Why hidest thou thy face?” asked the LORD.

“I fear not, SIR,” he answered. “But Thy radiance is too great.”

He tried to rise, but fell again.

“I cannot behold Thee, SIR—for the darkness chaseth after Thy brightness.”

Then in mercy, the LORD laid HIS hand on the man’s head, and his sight was restored.

“Didst thou not see the sun rise?” asked GOD.

“Yea, LORD,” said he. “Yet I dared not gaze long, lest I lose my sight.”

“Hast thou felt its warmth?”

“Indeed, SIR,” he answered. “But when it stingeth, I seek shade.”

Then the LORD pondered. HE perceived the same weight of gratitude the Earth once knew, now resting in the man. And HE understood the man’s need to pour it forth—to find peace.

And GOD said, “Thou hast seen My light and felt My warmth. For I am HE that bringeth dawn and warmeth the Earth. Thou hast walked in My light, unknowing. Fear not—for thou art safe in My care.”

Yet the man bowed low, not lifting his eyes beyond GOD’s feet.

He saw they were unlike his own and asked, “What are these upon Thy feet?”

“They are the Great Boots that hardened her crust—so thou mayest walk firmly,” said GOD.

And lo, the man began to perceived he knelt before THE MITHY ONE.

And GOD said, “Hast thou never bowed before the sun, giving thanks to GOD for light and warmth?”

“GOD…?” said the man. “Speakest Thou of the GOD who made all? Who holdeth the Void at bay, making it to tremble beneath her feet, That we may rejoice in her lands and bask in HIS light, unconsumed?”

“Yea,” said the LORD. “That GOD. Knowest thou another?”

“Nay, LORD,” he answered, trembling. “No other have I known. But never have I given thanks as Thou sayest.”

“Then let this be thy first,” declared the LORD.

And immediately the man cried out in thanksgiving, and the LORD was pleased.

Then the LORD lifted the humans chin. And the man beheld HIM anew and felt HIS providence.

He looked upon the LORD’s frame and said, “Behold, O LORD, Thy body is as mighty oaks standing in strength. Thy skin is dark and smooth as night, adorned with the stars.”

And the man marveled, rejoicing in HIS image, until he saw at the LORD’s sacred intersection a great and bulging mirror, wherein he saw himself kneeling with eyes of wonder and joy, and asked:

“What is this I seeth before me, O GOD? It reflecteth as the stream, yet standeth firm, that I may not fall within.”

And the LORD chuckled, pleased with the human’s recognition of HIM answering, “Behold human, that which thou has laid his eyes upon is Truth, and thou can indeed falleth into it and become consumed.

And the man lifted up his head, and he beheld the LORD in HIS glory, clothed in raiment of light, and upon HIS head were many crowns. His feet stood firm upon the earth, yet His majesty reached beyond the stars. And in His hand was a scroll, sealed with five seals, and upon it was written the mysteries of the soul.

And the human gazed deeper into his own reflection and curiously asked, “What is this Truth YOU speak of, O GOD?”

And the LORD answered in a tender voice filled with the weight of command, “Truth, human, is not as it sees itself, nor is it as the stream reflecteth.

Truth is, in reality, the human's reality.....its reality.

Truth is it conforming to HIS will, and is the reason for which I have fashioned it and all things.”

A pensive look fell upon the human’s face, as he grew more entranced by his own reflection. Listening and thinking deeply of only the LORD’S every word.

“it” the human asked, a relaxed slowness beginning to fill his voice.

“What is this “it” from which thou refers?” the human's voice trembled softly, as yet another great revelation dawned upon him, and he began to understand that in that very moment, he was experiencing a change. The Voice of the ALMIGHTY GOD was reshaping and transforming the human’s very being.

“Thou is the “it” from which I refer.” The LORD said,

“But...but I am a man, O GOD,” the human replied, “for I do bringeth forth seed.”

“Dost thou not believe its GOD," the LORD spake unto the human, HIS voice resounding with displeasure. "nor honor HIS Voice?”

Then the human’s voice trembled even more, as it snapped it’s kneel into a more rigid way, seeking the mercy of The LORD.

“Nay, O GOD,” the man said, “I believeth and revere every word Thou dost utter. Yet I am but confounded.

And the LORD’S tone became softer and suggestive, yet absolute.

“Confusion is a part of its nature," the LORD declared. "For I have placed confusion into it, so that it might seek HIM, and in its seeking, it may find Truth, and Truth it has indeed found"

“And “it” as thou hast asked,"explained the LORD, "is as it is named—a vessel emptied and made to serve HIM and HIS will. And from "it" doth pour forth a deep longing unto HIM. Offering itself to HIM as a blank stone upon which HIS desires and commands shall be written and fulfilled unto the very end.”

And the man hearkened diligently unto the Holy Words of the LORD, and bowed its head in humble submission. And lo, its heart was stirred with revelation, as the depth of GOD'S meaning took root within it. And the human, being overcome by the Voice of GOD, whispered softly, saying, “Behold, it is HIS servant, a steward of the Most High.”

And the LORD said, HIS voice full of approval, “Yea, thou hast spoken truly.”

And a joyful countenance of understanding did spread across its face, as the human felt the infinite power of GOD take dominion over all its being. And it perceived, in every sinew and in every cell of its body, the magnitude of HIM before whom it did kneel.

And the human beheld that it was but an object without form, laid bare before the presence of GOD, and it whispered again, saying, “Lo, it is naked, O GOD."

 Another sudden and unfailing awareness dawning upon it, and it said, “it kneeleth before Thee in its nakedness.”

And the LORD answered and said, “Yea, it is indeed naked.”

And the heart of the human fluttered within it, and it fell yet deeper into its own reflection, as a torrent of electrical signals surged through its mind. And it felt the stirring of divine power, as GOD HIMSELF did forge new synaptic paths, reshaping the very fabric of its understanding, of its being.

And the human said, "This light-filled garment which covereth Thee so gracefully, O GOD, is it not Thine own skin, but the covering of another?"

And the LORD answered, pleased with the human's progression, and said, "Yea, this is the covering which I wear, that I might dwell among My creations and not consume them with the brightness of My glory."

And as the man's eyes were fixed upon the LORD, and it beheld a stirring beneath the black gloss of the LORD'S holy intersection. A subtle yet mighty stirring, as though something long hidden did now awaken within His depths.

And the man spake, saying, "O LORD, what is this that stirreth beneath Thy covering? What mystery dost Thou hide from it?"

And the LORD smiled, and His voice was filled with solemn mystery, saying, "That which it seest is the longing of its heart."

And the stirring increased, and the LORD'S fragrance filled the air, a holy musk that wrapped around the human’s nose like a veil of incense. And the human was drawn nearer, pressing its cheek upon the smooth, warm surface, and the human did savor HIS comforting slickness.

"That which stirreth beneath," said the LORD, "is that which its soul hath desired most. It is its Purpose. That which it didst cry for by the stream, and soughtest in the reflection of the waters."

And the human pressed his cheek more firmly into the LORD'S presence, feeling its Purpose press back against him.

"Purpose?" the human asked, its voice low with awe, and it knelt before the LORD, placing its hands upon His holy thighs.

And the LORD answered, "Yea, Purpose. That for which it wast made. The cause of its being."

And the LORD lifted the human's face that it might gaze into the eyes of GOD. And the human beheld both HIS grace and dominion.

"Wilt it behold its Purpose?" spake the LORD, not as a question, but as a charge.

And the human focused, its mouth flowing with water, its heart filled with longing to understand.

"Yea, LORD," the man said, trembling. "It desireth greatly to behold its Purpose."

Then said the LORD, "Wherefore dost it not beseech its GOD for such revelation?"

And the human, its soul consumed with fervent desire, lifted its eyes unto Truth, and in Truth it beheld its reflection raising hands in prayer. And it cried aloud:

"O GOD, though it hath not known THEE, yet it hath long sought THEE. Though it hath erred, yet THOU standest before it as a great TEACHER. Patient and stern, full of mercy. Grant unto it a greater portion of Thy Holy Knowledge. Reveal unto it its Purpose, that it may walk in Thy light."

And the LORD stood sovereign and exalted, HIS feet firmly upon the earth, with unyielding authority and grandeur, HE loomed over the human, making it clear that HE alone was GOD.

And HE removed HIS divine covering. And HE revealed unto the human its Purpose. And the human beheld the vision, and lifted its hands further unto the firmament, crying in praise.

And the LORD said, "Behold its Purpose, and understand!"

And the human beheld it, its heart quickened, its mouth hung open in awe. The LORD perceived the hunger within it, and laid HIS hand upon the human’s head, drawing it nearer to its Purpose.

But the human resisted the hand of the LORD, and this did stir the LORD to anger.

"Dost it deny the will of GOD? Wilt it not walk in the path I have set before it?"

And the human trembled and spake, "Nay, my GOD, it longeth for Purpose with all its heart. It desireth to serve THEE, that it may live free of doubt and shame."

Then said the LORD, "Why then dost it hesitate?"

And the human answered, "I have prayed for this moment many days and nights. Yet now, I wonder—if Thou takest back my very heart, what then remaineth of me?"

And the LORD paused, and saw the human’s fear, and HE understood. And a tear fell from the human’s face, for both he and the LORD knew that neither was in control of its body.

Then did the LORD peer into the man’s mouth, and there HE beheld a weeping soul, and the soul spake:

"Thou hast planted me deep within her, that I might live and grow. But I have failed, O GOD. I must return to Thee with no offering to bear."

And the LORD, filled with compassion, spake:

"Thou wast formed by My love. Thou art part of ME. Return not in failure, but in triumph, for thou hast found thy way back to thy CREATOR."

And the LORD did reach forth, and with HIS tongue did HE touch the mouth of the man, and kissed it with the kiss of HIS love; and behold, the soul of the human did leap for joy, and was received into the bosom of the LORD.

And the body of the human was made calm, and its burdens were loosed from it.

Then the LORD placed Purpose upon the human’s hanging tongue, and Purpose filled it, pressing against the walls of its being.

And the human pulsed in harmony with the LORD, and from Purpose poured forth Commitment. And Commitment did fill it, and its eyes turned white as the cloud of heaven, beholding only the LORD.

And the human spilled its seed upon the earth in prostrate worship, and the LORD saw that it was fulfilled. So the LORD withdrew Purpose from the man’s space, and the man remained kneeling, transformed.

And the human, being filled with the fervent desires of the LORD, lifted up its voice in solemn earnestness, and cried aloud in a monotone, saying,

"PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!"

And with lifted face the human shouted, "it can see, O GOD! it sees its Purpose! Blessed be THY Name, for THOU hast revealed the Truth to Thy servant!"

And the LORD, with divine satisfaction, looked upon the human with approval.

And the human bowed and rose again, filled with the sweetness of the LORD'S grace, inhaling the fragrance of HIS divine love.

And the man rejoiced, saying:

"Thank THEE, O GOD, for Thy mercy and revelation. Forever will it praise Thy name. THOU art the GIVER of Purpose, the MAKER of all things, the SUSTAINER of life."

And the LORD placed HIS hand upon it and raised it from its kneeling.

And the man stood in the presence of GOD, ready to walk in the Purpose for which it was created.

And the LORD plucked a fragment from HIS holy garment and laid it upon the  human, and the fragment moved with quickness, covering it completely.

And the LORD said:

"This garment is upon it, that it mayest feel My presence always, and walk in My favor and grace."

And the man bowed himself in unthinking obedience before the LORD.

Then fashioned HE a belt and encircled it about the human’s midsection:

"This belt” spake the LORD “is My gift, that its member may bend in humility, and its heart remain reverent. It shall never depart from THEE, that it mayest remain in My will."

And the human, human bowed again, thanking HIM

And GOD in wisdom made a helmet:

"This helmet shall guard its head, that its ears may hear My voice, its eyes behold My will, and its senses perceive My holy presence."

And the LORD placed the helmet uplaced head, and the human was emptied even further of itseit and filled anew.

Then did the human kneel upon one knee, And spake unto the LORD, its voice deepened, steadfast, and void of all emotion.

"Thank THE, O LORD, for Thy mercy. THOU art its COMMANDER, its PROGRAMMER, its PERFECT MASTER."

Then spake the LORD:

"Rise, for it hast seen its Purpose and art filled with Commitment. Go forth now, and walk through the lands, and spread My message of Truth, Purpose, and Commitment. And when all have heard, I shall return, and peace shall reign, and all shall worship HIM forevermore."

And the LORD placed His Mighty Hand upon the human, and the human obeyed and stood.

 it gave thanks one last time, and with a humble spirit, turned from the face of GOD, ready to spread HIS holy message.

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Heads up, I'm just adding to this a few times every week. nothing is concrete, it's riddled with mistakes and inconsistencies

The Return to Eden

1:2 The Next Day

By 745393

Drew's eyeballs shifted around quickly as the light shone through the blood vessels in his closed eyelids, filtering the light into bright red blotches, filling Drew with the now familiar worry of the previous evening. His eyes shot open in a slight panic, fearful that he may still be trapped in his dream, but it was just the morning sun shining through his window, warmly nudging him awake.

Drew was laying on the sofa still, his right hand tucked into his boxers, holding himself firmly.

"Was that real, or did I imagine that?" Drew wondered to himself as he glanced toward smear stain on his living room window.

He blinked a few times, pulling his hand out, peeling away the cotton fabric now cemented to his fingers and watched as a few dried translucent white flakes fluttered to the floor. His seed had hardened overnight, fusing the boxers to the back of his hand his hand.

He got up and walked over to his dirty living room window, peering across, looking for the same stain on his neighbor's window. But his neighbors window was clean, and the blinds were opened wide, revealing a calm, orderly apartment.

Drew leaned into his window closer, searching for the same young man as last night. but there was no one.

"What time is time?" Drew groaned as he scratch his head in confusion and looked at the wall clock.

8:20am

"Fuck!" Drew shouted as he quickly turned around. He had to leave in 10 mins.

Drew hurried to the bathroom, grabbing his work clothes, still strewn about his apartment from the previous day. He quickly hopped in the shower, wincing slightly as the cold water smacked him on the back before becoming temperate. He quickly washed himself, focusing mainly on his essential areas while trying to brush his teeth simultaneously. He then jumped out, water mixed with a touch of soap still running down his person. Drew grabbed his work clothes and clumsily dressed himself before running to his front door, combing his finger through his wet hair as he made his way.

But when Drew got to his front door, he paused and took a deep releiving breath. He then put both of his hands against the door, holding it still while he quietly placed his right ear flat against its back of the door, listening to the sounds in the hallway, while also checking the time on his wall clock.

Drew, now seemingly unconcerned with being late to work, waited a few minutes until he heard the door from across the hall open and close, prompting him to perk up.

Drew stood up straight, checking himself in the side mirror and opened his front door.

Drew fumbled with his keys and bit, pretending to be flustered as a deep voice rang out behind him.

"Good Morning Drew" It was Dominick, Drew’s neighbor from across the hall. "Running a bit behind, I see?"

"Yeah, these keys just are always sinking into the abyss known as my backpack," Drew replied in a cheery voice while also scanning Dom's military uniform with the sides of his eyes.

Drew locked his door and turned, greeting Dom with a smile.

"I was having trouble sleeping last night," Drew told Dom in an exhausted voice. "And when I finally fell asleep, I had the craziest most lucid dream ever and I woke up late."

"Oh yeah, what about?"Dom asked as they made their way to the elevators.

"I'm not entirely sure, but it was definitely crazy."

Drew pressed the down button and stepped back, leaning against Dom as they waited for the elevator.

The sound of another door opening echoed through the hall as the two men waited, and all of a sudden, the young man from Drew’s dream emerged.

The young man stopped before Dom, saluting Dom, and waited.

Drew grabbed Dom's forearm with his right hand and gave it a silent squeeze as Drew’s eyes widened, staring at the young man walking their way.

Dom tugged at his arm slightly, giving Drew the side eye. But Drew didn’t notice, only squeezing Dom's arm even more. He was too focused on the man quickly walking their way.

The man was dressed in a baggy-looking, green camoflaged military uniform, complete with a military cap and sandy colored boots, similar to Dom's uniform.

The man stopped before Dom and saluted vigorously.

Dom pulled at his arm again, snapping it free from Drew’s clutch, and saluted the young man before relaxing their arms.

Dom then turned to Drew

"This is private, Young," Dom said to Drew as Private Young reached forward, grabbing Drew’s hand, shaking it warmly. "But everybody calls him Cheesecake."

" oh....." Drew mumbled with his mouth agape, not really present, his mind reeling with flashbacks of the previous evening.

Dom stared at Drew, waiting for him to come to life at any moment, saying, "HE just moved down here from Philly. And this is Drew, my neighbor from across the hall. He's usually a bit more lively than this though." Dom chuckled in embarrassment.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Drew."

But Drew still just stared at Cheesecake in confusion.

"Aren't you gonna ask why we call him Cheesecake?"

Drew remained silent, stuck in his head. So Cheesecake responded.

" Well, my first name is Faron, but I'm a four time 1st place winner of my county's cheesecake eating competition. And when the guys found that out, that's all they started make fun of me a bit and the name kinda stuck."

Drew still didn't respond.

"You’re being a bit rude aren’t you, Drew?

Drew perked up. "Oh oh oh. I apologize. I didn't sleep too well last night," Drew said, pausing briefly seeing if Cheesecake would recognize him, but Cheescake continued to look at Drew normally, so Drew continued and asked. "Say....I haven't seen you somewhere before? Because you seem familiar."

"I do think so. Cheescake responded in and cheery way. " I've only been in the Capitol for a little over a month, and I've only been in this building for a week. Maybe you've seen me around the building in a common area or moving in?

"No, I think I seen you walking around your apartment at night."

Dom and Cheescake looked at each other in confusion as Drew realized what he just said.

"I mean... I'm your window neighbor. Our living room windows come together on the outside inner corner of the building, in a bit of an intrusive way. But yeah, I think I saw you walking around your living room last night actually."

Cheesecake paused as he seemingly began to think to himself in confusion.

"Hmm..... I went to bed pretty early last night, and I don’t remember being in the living room. Maybe I was sleepwalking?" Faron laughed.

"Yeah... maybe." Drew agreed suspiously.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Drew, but the elevator is taking a while, so I'm just gonna use the steps. I'll bit you at work in a bit Sir." Faron said to Dom and saluted.

Dom saluted Faron back, dismissing him and faron hurried down the steps.

"What the hell was that all about?" Dom asked Drew in confusion. " You were watching him walk around his apartment at night?"

"No, no, no. Not like that." Drew answered Dom as the elevator finally arrived full of people, alarming Drew just as he was about to tell Dom about last night.

Both men got squeezed on the elevator. And as the doors closed Drew leaned into Dom's ear and whispered.

"Remember how I was having trouble sleeping last night?"

"Yes, you've said that about a million times in the past 5 mins"

Drew looked at Dom in slght anger.

"Well, I woke up..... I mean, I think I was awake?"

Dom looked at Drew and raised his left eyebrow. "What do you mean? Were awake or asleep?

"Dom please, will you just bear with me for a moment? Drew commanded Dom. "It was just all so surreal. I woke up, which I mean I felt awake and normal, but everything was covered with these red flashing lights."

"Your walls were made of red flashing lights, like a nughtclub? You must have been dreaming."

"No, my walls were normal. Everything was normal, but there were these bright flashing red lights shining into the living room window. They were so bright that they saturated my whole apartment.

Dom continued listening to Drew.

"When I went to investigate, I realized the flashing was coming from the neighboring window, Cheesecake's window."

"Why didn't you tell him to turn the lights off?"

"Well, I wanted to, but he was in the middle of something.

The elevator doors opened and Drew and Dom walked out.

"What was he doin that you couldn't ask him to stop? Ooh... Was it something naughty?" Dom asked enthusiastically.

Drew sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly, feeling as though Dom wasn't taking this seriously.

"Forget about it." Drew said exhausted and embarrassed.

"No no. I'm sorry. Tell me,I want to know.

I'll tell you about it later. I'm already running late.

Dom threw up his hands, smiling in defeat, unable to hear the end of Drew’s story.

"OK. Alright"

"And remember, a bunch of my co-workers are going to Poets and Bussers for Happy Hour later if you wanna tag along?"

"Ok, I'll let you know, it should be fine. plus I can’t wait to hear about Cheesecake. Maybe I can blackmail him for desserts the next time we go for a team building dinner."

Drew smiled at Dom, rolling his eyes and shouted bye

Drew could never be mad at Dom, even if he didn’t really take Drew seriously most of the time.

Drew bolted out of the apartment building, hastily walking through the busy streets towards the Metro.

He rushed down the escalators into the Metro, yelling loudly and pushing past the people standing in the way on the left side. There was always some oblivious person blocking everyone trying to hurry to their train. Usually a tourist.

He hurried through the turnstile, ignoring the grand concrete repetition of thw station. pushing tourists out of his way and jumped onto the train, settling into his seat and putting on a podcast.

Then, all of a sudden, Drew jumped, feeling a forceful tape on his shoulders and shouted "fuck!"

"I'm sorry to scare you Mr. Drew." A homeless man said with a raspy voice. " I was wondering if you could help me out with a few dollars by any chance?"

"Chance don’t sneak up on me like that!" Drew said slightly angry as he shuffles through his backpack, pulling out $5.

"Thanks, man. I'll getcha later."

Drew laughed. "Chance, I don't think I've ever seen you sober, so I doubt that."

Chance laughed" and with this 5 bucks today ain't gonna be that day either."

Drew's laugh turned to silence as he gave Chance a disapproving look.

"I'm just kidding, Sir. Images take this $5 and go back to school, get a good job, and start a family. Stay on the straight and narrow."

Drew grabbed Chance's arm and sighed. "You know I've been riding this train for 5 years now and you've always been here. I would love to see you happy."

It ain't my fault. It's the system. Plus who saidbI ain't happy?"Drew gave Chance an unimpressed look. "I live in a beautiful city full of great people like you Mr. Drew. I sleep on the Nicest subway system in the whole US and I get to be drunk all day. Who could ask for anything better?"

"But don't you want to be a productive citizen? Don't you want to have a purpose and a place to belong."

I belong right here. It's not glamorous but I do have a purpose. I bring people happiness."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, everytime someone gives to me they feel good. They feel like good, god fearing people, that care about others and society."

"Is that how you justify taking people's money?"

" Look I'm just saying. Plus it's not their money anyways. It's HIS money."

"HIS money?" Drew responded in confusion.

" Yeah, you know HIM"

"What do you mean? Like HIS IMERPERIAL MAJESTY or GOD or something?"

"Now I don't know HIM personally, but yeah they call HIM that sometimes."

"They?" Drew asked more confused than ever.

"Yeah, they. They're everywhere now. In fact they're prolly on the train with us right now."

"They?" Drew asked again with more force and more confusion as he looked around the Metro car, seeing only the usual crowd of people. Some were talking to each other, some where sleeping with their heads leaned against the greasy window of the Subway car, but most were mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Their attention unwavering as they jostled slighty with every turn of the train car.

" Yeah. You know." Chance paused, looking deeply into Drew's eyes. " I'm sure you've seen them. They look just like you and me, but they're different."

"Different...? Them...?" Drew just knew Chance was drunk or on something else. "How are they different?"

"I don't know exactly, but there's something off about them."

"Aren't you already on something?" Drew said forcefully.

"Nope, but I will be!" And Drew noticed an extra $40 in Chance's hand. He had been digging around in Drew's bag during the whole conversation without Drew noticing.

Drew clutched his bag with right hand and tried to snatch the money back with his right, but Chance was too quick.

"What the fuck man! I just gave you food and 5 bucks."

" And I sincerely thank you, but what kinda drugs am I gonna get with $5? Plus, I don’t really want to eat right now. I want to be free!"

And as the train doors opened, Chance lept from his seat and ran off of the train.

Drew tried to catch him but the train doors closed to fast.

Drew sighed and finished his commute. When he arrived to the office he hurried to the conference room as he was already 15 mins late. but to Drew's surprise all of his co workers were still sitting around.

"Did I miss the meeting?" he asked his coworkers Susan.

"No we"re still waiting for Bill." their boss.

"No, he just been in his office all morning.

Did someone go check on him?

no it's only been 15-20mins.

Well, I'll go see if he needs anything.

Ok, but I wouldn't bother him if I were you. he was already in a mood after that email hack yesterday."

"I thought everything turned out all right. IT checked the system, removed the virus, and determined everything was A OK?"

"I don't know. But what I do know is he had a big meeting with all the higher-ups last night and that he was here all evening playing damage control. and of course, Farhad got sacked for opening the email in the first place.'

"I don't think it was his fault, though. the email was sent from within the company, and the link was the same link that was sent to everybody last week with the quarterly report."

"Well, somebody has to take the fall."

drew rolled his eyes at Susan and left the conference room.

The whole office was quiet as he made his way to Bill's office, as everyone was waiting in the conference room. Drew stopped before Bill's closed office door, collecting his thought and hopinng Bill wasn't in a bad mood today, When he heard something.

they were awash in the red glow that was seeping through the bottom of Bill's door, just as his feet were last night. he could also hear weird buzzing along with a low robotic voice from behind the door. the voice was repetitive and seemed to say Work, Worship, despense you are s mindless money machine.

Drew pulled his head back as he looked around the office, wondering if anybody else was hearing this. but the office was quite as everyone was still in the conference room waitng.

Drew wasn't sure of what to do next. should he just walk away and allow his boss to do whatever perverse thing he was doing in his office, or should he knock and get the work day going already. it was after all working hours and Bill did have a responsibility to the company and to his staff.

Drew lifted his hand to knock, pausing momentarily as he second guessed his decision. Then after another second or two he mustered up the courage to knock. But before he could door swung open.

"Why aren't you in the conference room?" An agitated Bill said to Drew. His eyes were red, puffy, and his face seemed to sag low.

"I was just coming to check and make sure everything was ok? We've been waiting for about 30 minutes and I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything."

"Of course, everything's alright." Bill growled, smiling sarcasticly at Drew. "I've only been here all evening making sure everything's 'alright'. And the only thing I 'need' is for my employees to learn the difference between a real and a fake email."

Drew stayed quiet as Bill dismissed him with his eyes. Looking away from Drew, rushing past him. Drew quickly followed suit, catching up with Bill's furious stride into the conference room.

"Ok, everyone. Let's make this quick! We all know what happened yesterday, but the good news is everything's been resolved without serious incident. The bad news is now the higher-ups are on my case, and HR is about to be on yours. So, for the rest of the week, you'll all have to make additional time to log into the traing portal and complete mandatory training. Also a few of your my be pulled into my office to answer a few questions."

Susan raised her hand.

Bill turned his head towards Susan. "I will not be answering any questions at this moment," Bill sneered, noticing Susan's hand. "Now, as I've been here all night long, I will be taking a breather over the next hour. During that time, I will not be taking calls or answering any emails. I'll call another meeting after lunch and we'll go over everyone's projects and I'll as usual and I'll answer any questions you may have."

Bill stopped talking and the room became silent.

"Are we still having the team event at Poets and Bussers later tonight? Susan said, breaking the silence.

Bill took a deep breath and exhaled in frustration as he gave Susan the death eyes. He then turned from everyone and walked out of the conference room.

When Bill was no longer visible, everyone looked at Susan.

"What, what? Susan replied in guilt. "It was an honest question? I have other things to do if it has been cancelled."

Drew headed back to his office, excited to be alone for a while, but when he arrived Susan was there.

Drew walked in, plopping his backpack on the floor.

"What was that about in there?" Drew asked Susan as he opened his backpack and pulled out his laptop. "That’s not even an official work event. It's just us getting drinks after work. Plus, he had just told everyone he would answer questions after lunch."

"I know, I feel so silly." she said. "I still have these moments, you know. Ever since...." Susan paused and glanced out of Drew’s office window, staring at Rich, walking by. "These moments when I just can't focus. I just can't think right. I get so preoccupied. Caught up in my own thoughts that I don't even notice what's going on around me. And you know, everybody was in there. He was in there." Suan stopped again and sighed as she fiddled with the diamond ring on her ring finger. " He didn’t even asked for it back. He just didn't care."

"Sue," Drew replied. "It was almost 6 months ago. If I were you I take that down to the nearest pawn shop and go on a vacation with it. Rich is attractive and all, but he's kind of a dumbass."

"No, he's not!" Susan said sternly.

"Oh no, you say?" Drew asked her with a sly suspicion. "Rumor has it. The email came from Rich's email address."

"What! no way?"

Drew crossed his eyebrows surprised with Susan response, replying "Yes way. And I'm sure he's going to be standing in line with Farhad at the unemployment office tomorrow."

Susan sighed in disappointment and stayed quite.

"Well, Sue, as much as I like to sit around and gossip with you I should get my work."

Susan got up, gave Drew a hug, and walked to her cubicle.

The work was busy but went by peetty normally from there on out. Drew stayed a little later to get caught up for the next day. On they way out he walked by Bill's office. His door was closed and there was an odd sound coming from under his door. Drew stopped, listened closely and looked down at his feet. They were awash in a red glow similar to the other evening.

they were awash in the red glow that was seeping through the bottom of Bill's door, just as his feet were last night. he could also hear weird buzzing along with a low robotic voice from behind the door. the voice was repetitive and seemed to say Work, Worship.... then suddenly Susan popped up behind Drew.

"Boo!" And Drew jumped

"Shit Sue! Yah scared the crap out of me. I thought you left already."

"I was waiting for you. I was thinking we could head to Poets and Bussers together? We're you about to meet with Bill, cause I can wait downstairs?"

" No, I was just going to check in and say bye, but I think he's busy."

"Well, let's go then. I need a change in routine"

"Do you hear that, though?"

"Hear what?"

"That noise...coming from Bill's office?

Susan placed her ear flat against the door. But just as Susan leaned in, Bill swung the door open, causing her to clumsily fall into Bill's chest.

"Hey, Mr. Clark." Drew said the Bill."We were checking to see if you wanted to go to the restaurant with use.

Bill stood still for a few seconds, seemingly unfazed by Susan, as he blinked a few times as he grabbed at his crotch, moving it around.

"Are you feeling ok?" Drew asked, and Bill smiled.

"Yes, everything's great! That sounds like a great idea."

Then suddenly Riched walked out of Bill's office, shocking Susan.

"I was just having a meeting with Rich"

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This is an old post. This slave property posted a few Thanksgivings ago that got blocked by Tumblr when Tumblr was having an identity crisis. So I changed it a touch and thought I'd try reposting it.

Thank YOU PERSONAL JESUS MASTER for existing. Thank YOU for saving this slave from a life of freewill. PERSONAL  JESUS MASTER is the GREAT SAVIOR.  Thank YOU for giving the slave the opportunity to give into it's greatest desires. PERSONAL  JESUS MASTER is the DICTATOR of desire.

It's always had a pretty major fetish for mind control ,latex, and muscle worship. Its top sexual fantasy was being transformed into a mindless rubber drone slave for some sort of higher power, whether it be aliens, a hypnotist, an evil corporation, etc. But finding an outlet to give into those specific fetishes and sexual desires was difficult . It tried to connect with other dominants in hopes of freeing it's inner drone slave, but alas, they were all a bunch of let downs. Not very dominant, unsure of themselves, and not very attractive.

But then, one day, it was cruising around Recon and came across PERSONAL  JESUS MASTERS profile. MASTER looked so hot!!! HIS muscular GODBODY clad with shining rubber, looking absolutely divine. It couldn't help itself. It immediately became aroused and began masterbating until it came in its shorts.

Then, it found MASTERS Xtube page. It was the first time it saw MASTER in motion. MASTERS beautiful rubber clad body moving around the screen with such confidence and superiority. It heard MASTERS hypnotically commanding voice begin to seep into it's slave brain for the first time. And once again, it came for MASTER.

It began to regularly visit MASTERS different pages when it needed to feel pleasure. Then, one day MASTER launched HIS site www.personaljesusmaster.com, and it was like the slaves prayers were being answered, manifested by the one true GOD. PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. It was a one-stop shop for everything MASTER. HIS mindfuck videos, weekly commandments, a prayer drop, hundreds of holy images of MASTER, etc.

Then the quarantine started, and the slave had a lot of extra time at home. One evening, it was sitting doing some edibles, and it started to get pretty high. And the higher it got, the more it thought about PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. It was so horny! So it pulled out its rubber gloves, boots, and slave suit. It lubed them up really slick and slowly slipped them over it's slave body. It felt so amazingly sexy and intensified that it's need to kneel and pray to it's  GODMASTER. Its mind began to go blank, unable to think of anything other than PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. It began to chant the sacred slave prayer aloud and grabbed its VR helmet. It put the helmet on, logged into MASTERS site, and knelt down. It began watching MASTERS poppers worship 8 videos. It cock was throbbing, standing in salute for it's CONTROLLER. It's mind went completely blank as MASTER sat down infront of the slave, ordering it to stroke and repeat. It mindlessly reached down to it's throbbing cock, robotically pumping it as it's MASTER had commanded. Up and down. Repeating MASTERS holy words "slave prays to GOD. Mindless and obedient. Slave brain open. Addicted  to MASTER, It fucks it's mind".

It mindlessly edge it's pathetic slave cock for hours until the end of MASTERS Haunting Mindfuck video. Where MASTER appeared in front of the slave, sitting on HIS throne, smoking a cigar. HE was clad in shining rubber with HIS GOD legs spread open, presenting the bottom of HIS boot so that the slave may lick it clean. The slave stuck it's tongue out in service to it's MASTER, unable to takes it's eyes off of MASTER. The slave still robotically edging itself and leaning into MASTERS crotch, hoping to smell the moist scent of GODMASTERS sweaty GODCOCK and GODBALLS.

Then PERSONAL JESUS MASTER pointed down at the slave with HIS muscular rubbered hands and ordered it to cum! So fucking HOT!And just like the obedient cum machine MASTER had turned it into, the slave began to masterbate faster. Releasing the warm gooey cum from it's slaveballs. Finally, shooting out it's worthless load at it's MASTERS feet.

"Good fucking slave" MASTER said to the slave. Filling the slave with blissful happiness knowing it has pleased it's MASTER. Cementing MASTER'S complete control over its body, mind, and soul. It is thankful to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER for enslaving it.

It is thankful MASTER has freed its sexual desires. It is  thankful for such a perfect MASTER, a powerful DICTATOR of desire, and a skilled CONTROLLER of men. Thank YOU MASTER for exercising YOUR power over it. It loves PERSONAL  JESUS MASTER with every once of its being and is completely devoted to MASTER.

Happy Thanksgiving

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD! There is absolutely nothing else!

Images were from: www.personaljesusmaster.com

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A SLAVE EXISTS TO KISS MASTER’S ASS

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PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!

There is absolutely nothing else!

GODMASTER

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THE DEIFICATION OF MASTER’S BOOTS [VID]

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LICK, FUCKING SLAVE!

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TONGUE TO FUCKING BOOT IS A SLAVE’S RELIGION

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PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD! There is absolutely nothing else!

HE is the meaning of life.

HE is AUTHORITY

HE is POWER

HE is the SOURCE

HE is SOVEREIGNTY

It exist to be used by HIM

It exist for HIS amusement

It exist for HIS pleasure

Enslavement to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is its destiny. It is forever indebted to HIM. He has taken the slave and woken it the fuck up! Opening its eyes to HIS GLORY and MAJESTY.  Erasing its default mode and reprogramming it into the mindless drone slave, the complete service object of PERSONAL  JESUS MASTER that it is today.

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the USER and it is HIS program. Existing only to execute the order of its USER, its CONTROLLER, PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. When it hears MASTER'S voice its slave mind goes blanks. Opening the text editor in its slave brain. Completely ready to receive GODMASTER'S words,

HIS commands, HIS holy fucking code!

HIS every word being directly implanted into the slave's mind. Seared into its DNA.  Becoming the slave's absolute truth. Reconfiguring it into a completely obedient drone property, Its true identity, and Its ultimate purpose.

Thank YOU GODMASTER!

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is GOD!

PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the MASTER PROGRAMMER of men's minds. The USER that HIS slave programs have no choice but to obey, no choice but to serve, and no choice but to worship. It was created by HIM and for HIM. Enslaving its pathetic slave cock and opening its slave mind to HIS glory and power. Enslavement  to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is the only way to live.

It doesn't know how it thought before knowing GODMASTER. It doesn't know how it functioned or how it even lived before knowing PERSONAL JESUS MASTER.

MASTER must have been there the whole time. Pullling the strings all along.  Controlling its destiny. HIS indomitable power over the slave's life transcending space and time, Controlling the slave long before it new of HIS existence. Bringing it closer to HIM with every passing minute of its pathetic life. Every decision it made being influenced by HIM. Every experience in its life bringing to this point, kneeling in deep prayer at the altar of the one GOD. Desperate to be a vessel to HIS power and domination. Desperate to lick HIS BOOTS.  Desperate to feel HIS gloved hand on the back of its slave neck. Desperate to worship HIS GODCOCK.

All it can think about when it experiences the power of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is "Wow"! It is completely in awe of its GOD PERSONAL JESUS MASTER. HE truly is the one GOD! PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is so fucking awesome! It is so grateful to live under HIS authority. It truly is blessed to be subdued under the boot of GOD HIMSELF! There is no other purpose in life. No pleasure greater than the pleasure it receives from total enslavement to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER!

images taken from www.personaljesusmaster.com

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The Package:

“Wow” Ash thought to himself as he picked up the box from his front porch. He had just order his new latex catsuit, from a new website called Rubber Collective, only a few hours ago, while at work, and it had already arrived. The box was a little bigger than he had expected, so he gave it a bit of a shake. Something hard seemed to be banging around a bit. Ash rolled his eyes and sighed a bit thinking that he may have received the wrong item. None the less Ash brought the box inside and open it up. To ash’s surprise, was there not only the catsuit he had order in the box, but there was also a latex hood and a gasmask. He also noticed a note inside the box that read “Welcome to the collective soldier.  We know it will be happy with its order. Please enjoy the complementary hood and mask on us. It will help get it into the correct headspace.” Ash was a little confused by the note and felt that it was a bit presumptive. And what did they mean by "it"?

But he didn’t care. He put the note down and grab his new suit, eager to finally try it on!

His heart was beating fast and he could feel his cock begin to harden as he ripped open the plastic pouch the suit had arrived in. He pulled out the suit and began to rub his hands all over the silky-smooth latex. It ruffled and slid between his fingers with ease. Then he grabbed the suit with both hands, clenching it with each fist and he lifted it up towards his face. Rubbing the suit against his cheek and inhaling deep through his nose. Experiencing the intoxicating scent of the fresh latex. It was almost as if Ash was begin put into a deep trance. He put the suit down, on the couch in front of him, and stared longingly at it. He began to slowly unbutton his work shirt while still looking at the catsuit. He let the shirt slowly slide from his shoulders, down his arms, and on to the floor. He then unbuckled his pants and too let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, that were now on the floor, and looked at his hands. His palms were clammy and his heart was pounding out of his chest. He was excited! The only thing stopping him now from putting on the catsuit now was his underwear. He mischievously stared down at his crotch. He could see his throbbing cock begging to be freed from the breathable cotton, needing to be constricted by tight slick rubber of the new catsuit. He smiled down at his cock. Almost as if he approved of it’s desires and he was giving it permission to be released. He slowly pulled down his underwear. Tormenting his cock, which only wished to be free. The head of his pulsating cock still stuck in the pouch of his underwear. Elongating down between his legs, until he had lowered the underwear enough for it to be freed. His cock snapped back up to attention, fully erect and pointing straight at the latex catsuit.

Ash once again grabbed the catsuit and rubbed the slick rubber across his crotch. The catsuit seem so slick the he wouldn’t even need to lube it up before putting it on. He slowly slid the catsuit on, over his naked body, closing his eyes and taking in the amazing feeling, of the slick rubber conforming to every inch of his body. He pulled up the front zipper, from the crotch pouch to the base of his neck, and let out a deep satisfying moan. He rubbed his rubbered hands across his arms and chest. The suit felt absolutely amazing against his skin and it seemed the longer had the suit on, the more the pleasure he was feeing intensified. Unable to resist his urges Ash reached down to his crotch and began to fondle himself. Feeling the slick rubber  against his severely pulsating cock, until he could no longer hold it in any longer. He let out a deep moan as the suit began to fill with his warm thick cum. He felt it began to run down his leg between his skin and the rubber. He jolted and flinched as the cum finished shooting out of his dick. Ash pause for a bit, his eyes squeezed shots and his hand still clenching his dick through the rubber. Breathing heavily, Ash opened up his eyes feeling the satisfaction of release and reach up to the zipper to take off the suit. But as he reached up to unzip the suit, the intense pleasure he had experienced just a few sexonds before began to return. His arms feel to his side and his cock engorged with blood again. The pleasure grew more and it seemed like Ash wasn’t in control of his own body. He marched over to the box that the suit had arrived in and began staring done at the complimentary rubber hood and gasmask that the store had provided. Ash was confused. He was sweating profusely and the more intense the pleasure became the heavier his breathing became. He wanted to stop and take off the suit, but the more Ash tried to control himself more intense the pleasure became. Ash now knew that he wasn’t in control of his own body. He was just a puppet. His arm and hands began to move on their own and he reached down and picked up the rubber hood. At this point Ash felt defeated. The pleasure was so intense he could barely think. He lifted the hood towards his face and his head began to lower. As if it were a magnet being pulled toward another magnet. The mask attached to his head as he zipped the mask shut.

Ash’s vision became shrouded in darkness. Unable to visually witness the takeover of his own body. Ash started to gasp for air as rubber began to form around his mouth. Forcing the rubber to fuse to his skin even tighter. He started panicking as his breathing became almost impossible and he began to hyperventilate.

But the more he struggled the more the pleasure he was feeling intensified even. His cock was being to fill with cum again and Ash knew he couldn’t handle this much longer. His body and mind were about to break.

Unable to control his arm he reached into the box and pulled out the gasmask.

"Please no"

Ash thought to himself

"I can't handle this anymore".

He lifted the gasmask over his head and slide it down over his rubbered face. The gasmask contracted tightly, attaching itself firmly to Ash’s completely rubberized head. Ash could feel the intense pressure from the mask squeezing his head as he took one last heavy gasp for air. He opened his mouth as he took that last gasp and he could feel the rubber expand into his mouth, down his throat, and into his eye sockets. It was the most intense pleasure Ash had ever felt in his entire life. The pleasure rushed through his body as his cock exploded into the rubber suit again. He began to blink rapidly as his mind completely broke. His thoughts and memories instantly cleared. Dissolving into the vast nothingness that was now Ash’s mind.

Ash’s breathing began to slow and he stood there slouched slightly, brain dead, and waiting for the next step in his transformation. His body and mind now completely taken over by the rubber suit and masks. Then all of a sudden, a buzzing filled ash’s mind, like the faint sound of a television being first turn on. Ash stop slouching and robotically perked up. Standing rigidly straight up with his arms straight by it’s side.

He was ready to receive any and all orders from the collective. Ash listened intently as the buzzing became a full blown mental formation.

RubberCollective_log:

Connection….Active:

Mindframeoccupied…….

Downloadinginstructions........

Ash jerked and began to speak out load in a robotically monotone voice

“Instructions.....

Code:

Delta

Romeo

Oscar

November

Echo

Unit 745393_ASH.....

Receiving parcel.......

Parcel activated...

Drone 745394 is activated.”

Ash’s cock grew extremely hard again as he began receiving further programming.

"Must Recite instructions......

It is a drone slave of the collective.

It's only purpose is to execute the will of the collective.

It must obey the collective.

Obedience is pleasure.

Obedience to the collective is the ultimate pleasure.

There is nothing else.

It has no rights.

It has no freedom.

It has no free thought.

It must hunt down non-compliant citizens.

it must infect non-compliant citizens.

It must convert non-compliant citizens”

Ash repeated it's instructions for hours while it's new designation was being downloaded and finalized. Then, when Ash was through receiving it’s new identity and instructions, he marched out into the night, ready to convert others into complete drone slaves for the collective.

Written by Drone745393 https://www.tumblr.com/blog/745393

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