The Sunday morning air at Holy St. Trevon Cathedral was thick with humidity as the congregation gathered in the vividly lit church. The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of sweat and incense mingling in the stifling atmosphere. Natural light poured through towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant colors upon the polished marble floors.
The most striking of all the hues were the shades of golden brown to deep chocolate making up large black phalluses in each of the large windows. A grand altar, crafted from pristine stone, stood as the focal point behind him, flanked by intricately carved wooden pews and golden candlesticks. The sculpture of a massive black cock stood at least 30 feet tall taking up almost the entirety of the vertical space. The penis stood erect pointing to the heavens; its thick foreskin drawn back to reveal a large bulbous head. Veins ran down the length to the two large balls that rested at the base of the altar.
"Divine Black Phallus, a symbol of glory." Reverend Thomas called out of the countless parishioners in the pews that morning. "My life has meaning since you taught me to worship you. You are the center of my body, of my life, my sexuality, and my spirituality. It is for you and about you that the world is united."
Reverend Thomas is a striking figure of quiet strength and grace. His deep brown skin glowed under the soft-colored light, a testament to his unwavering faith and the warmth he carried within him. His face was both strong and gentle, framed by soft, short facial hair that added to his aura of wisdom and approachability. His thick lips often curl into a reassuring smile, offering comfort to those who seek his guidance.
"I believe in your divine superior sexual energy, fundamental and omnipresent! In your power, we are together as well for the betterment of all the world!"
A few of the congregation called out in passion. Thomas' Broad shoulders and muscular frame spoke of a man who knew both physical and spiritual discipline, a shepherd who carried the burdens of others with unwavering resolve. Draped in flowing white robes, Reverend Thomas moved with a quiet confidence, as he gesticulated through the air at the front of the massive hall.
"As we gather here, holy divine black dick, give us the strength to stand against the white cattle that try in their damning efforts to hold down the black man!" At his word, a few of the black members of the church raised their hands in praise while the white attendees bowed their heads.
As the light cast an almost angelic light through the pale robes of the commanding man, every flex and turn of his muscles was nearly visible to the congregation. While his form cast a powerful silhouette nothing as was striking as the massive 10-inch dick that swung between his trunk-like thighs every time he moved on the pulpit. The sight was mesmerizing.
None seemed more lost in addiction and prayer than Noah, the pale white man who sat nearest the aisle two rows back from the front.
He had arrived early that morning at the 10 am congregation in hopes of getting a front-row seat to witness the holy display of the divine revelation. But despite arriving at the church at 6 am there was already a line of white followers ready to claim a seat. Much to his dismay, he got saddled in row three.
Noah felt his heart racing with every word of the black Reverand as he spoke in the name of black dick and the BNWO. He adjusted slightly in his seat. His erection was becoming unbearable and uncomfortable.
While he hung on every word the leader of the church had to say he was growing impatient. Today was a special day for Noah as he was ready to receive his baptism and become a true member of the church.
He had wandered into the church only 6 weeks prior hoping to seek understanding on why his wife had left him for two black men destroying their marriage of six years. And he found the answers he needed and much more. He hadn't missed a Sunday gathering since.
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Reverend Thomas led Noah down one of the back halls of the church. The facility was so much bigger than he had imagined. He had only seen the main hall in all its beautiful glory and the reverend's office that sat to the east side of the building.
It hadn't been anything special, just an office where the man did his daily administration tasks... or rather where he watched a few of his 'voluntary' white parishioners do his administration tasks. Reverend Thomas focused his time writing his weekly sermons which he delivered on Wednesdays and Sundays and fucking when he felt inclined to. Noah was slightly jealous of those admin volunteers. His hole had never been the same since Thomas had destroyed it six weeks earlier.
Noah could hear voices and chatting as they rounded a corner and entered what he could only assume was the baptism room. As the pair entered the small space he was immediately hit with a musky pungent scent, ammonia-like scent. It almost took his breath away.
The baptism room is small but grand, with arched stained-glass windows filtering in dappled light in shades of gold and blue. The air was a mix of the musk and perfumed bodies, warmed by the press of too many people in a space meant for half as many.
A few wooden pews groaned beneath the weight of white families dressed in their Sunday best. Despite the formal attire, the outfits were disheveled. The sermons at St. Trevon were a luscious affair. It was very apparent the members who found their home in this room had engaged in masturbation in the pews of the previous one. It wasn't uncommon to see the women fingering themselves to the word of God or the men slapping their weak white nuts for being so unworthy. While the audience was mostly white there were a few black figures sitting towards the front, a place of high honor.
Noah didn't know any of them outside their names. While he was excited to become an official member of the church he didn't go out of his way to publicize the journey to anyone he knew outside these walls.
At the front, near the ornately carved baptismal font, four black men robed in white stood rigid with expectation, their hands folded, eyes fixed on the priest entering the room with Noah just behind. The room began to fall silent.
At either end of the baptism pool, two towering gold-black cocks stood in majestic repose, aimed at the pool below. Carved with exquisite detail, their golden forms gleamed in the soft light that filtered down from the high, stained-glass windows above. The light dances off the polished surfaces of their veins, casting shimmering reflections across the room.
Each cock had an opening at its piss slit, sculpted in intricate patterns, from which the water would flow gently, yet Noah saw none. From where he stood, he could not see the pool of water below.
Candles flicker in the wall sconces, their flames trembling with each shift in the crowd, casting restless shadows that dance along the vaulted ceiling. The solemnity of the ritual mingles with the stifling warmth of too many breaths in too little space, and the quiet, sacred moment feels on the edge of bursting--like a held breath before an exhale.
