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[ Caution: If the topic of interracial sex is something that offends you, please read no further. Turn to something else. If, however, you are one of a growing number of men, and women, young, or old, that is fascinated by this particular subject matter, then feel free to read on! Also, I use a religious point of view only as a plot device, so if you are sensitive to that, pro, or con, also be for warned. I use the religious theme in this story because of the long, and fluid nature of the history of religion in general. In other words, one person's definition of a 'cult' can be another person's devote conviction.]
Authors note: I have written on this particular topic, and using this particular (fictional) character before, but in the light of what has recently captured the attention of the world regarding racism, and it's many manifestations and impacts, this story, and this main character, seems somehow even more relevant than ever.
To those outside The Family ministry, of which my wife and I have been members now for over eight years, what I am about to relate is going to come across as disturbing to many. Nevertheless, in light of recent event in our nation, I have felt compelled to express myself in this way.
When Cindy and I joined Dexter Mgamba's small ministry that has become known as 'The Family', we'd become increasingly concerned at the deteriorating situation regarding race. Dylan Root had just murdered, deliberately, in cold blood as the saying goes, those nine unsuspecting black people in their church in Charleston, South Carolina.
That sent a shock-wave through our small group ('The Family' ministry), because we were part of some in the area thought of as a radical effort at the redistribution of racial power and sexual dynamics! Brother Dexter Mgamba, our leader, had been born in Africa (Botswana, as a matter of fact), and while still there he had begun to create around him a 'family' of fellow believers, who understood the deep need of serious, and substantive changes to the way whites had treated all the people of color the world over; and especially (though not limited to) the enforced the enslavement of thousands upon thousands of Africans, men and women, in America.
Beginning in Botswana, and then continuing on later in America, Brother Dexter began a kind of 'harem', of sorts, comprised mainly of the wives of the married white couples who began to join with him. The main purpose was not to destroy these couples previous marital relationship, legally, or other wise, but to start the necessary work of racial obliteration through interracial breeding.
So, like all the other husbands, I eventually voluntarily (that's an important thing to note) gave up my former sexual role with my wife, Cindy, and gave Brother Dexter the right to that; as well as to the impregnation of my wife with his c***dren, rather than my own.
To those on the outside looking in (or trying to), it may seem like a terrible thing to ask a husband to do; and I will not deny the challenges that come with this sort of 'cuckold lifestyle', except to say that this was God's will for me, and once I understood that, it was to Him that I would look to for the strength to carry on.
Of course, Brother Dexter played an equally important role in helping me, and my fellow husbands, in being obedient to God's will for us in this regard! We were always welcome to come to Brother Dexter when we were struggling with our on-going chastity observance. In deed, most of us spent many hours alone with Brother Dexter, in his office, seeking strength and guidance and support for this very difficult path.
Here's an example of what I'm talking about---When Cindy was six or seven months pregnant with Brother Dexter's c***d, the daily sight of her belly growing bigger and bigger was both exciting, as well sometimes frustrating for me. At those times (and others as well), I would go see Brother Dexter and pour my heart out to him; and we would pray and pray and pray!
But there was another method that Brother Dexter had instituted between we husbands and himself, that was the most significant and helpful. Among ourselves it was called 'doing libation.' This was one of the most sensitive topics within The Family. Though as husbands we had given up all sexual contact with our wives, the sexual drive remained just as strong as it had always been; so, Brother Dexter decided that rather that let us become so frustrated that we would break our vow of chastity (to our wives, and to him, especially), that it would be better if we had an 'outlet' for when these feelings grew too strong to safely ignore any longer. When Libation first became a reality, and even though it surprised the wives, it didn't take long to realize the efficacy of what Brother Dexter had created.
I'll never forget my first-ever 'libation.' It occured, as I mentioned earlier, at around the sixth or seven month of Cindy's pregnancy. I'd resisted such a visit, but when I reached that moment where I simply could no longer refrain (from having and orgasm), and called Brother Dexter in order to go see him, it was like stepping across a Rubicon.
To the outside world, libation, in this context, is nothing more than furtive masturbation; with Brother Dexter witnessing it. But from inside The Family context, libation was much, much more than just that. Doing a libation is a very intimate act! I was very nervous the first time, but once I'd performed it successfully, my personal relationship with Brother Dexter took on a far deeper level of intimacy than it had ever been before!
In many ways, a libation was like the Catholic practice of Confession, but with a decidedly 'sexual' component to it, in that the ultimate goal of a libation was the ejaculation of one's sperm, and the physical, and emotional release that it brought about.
Once I'd ejaculated in front of Brother Dexter...my relationship with him was subtly strengthened, and my lingering sexual connection to Cindy was also subtly lessened; and this was the primary reason for a libation. We all understood this. The wives, wishing to help their husbands in their daily lives as cuckolds, encouraged them to do as many libations as they felt the need for. With the institution of libation practice, both the husbands, and their wives, felt the former tensions slowly fade.
There was never any sort of shaming that any of us husband felt from either our wives, or from Brother Dexter. He was always very welcoming and understanding!
One thing that was not generally known within The Family was that there was an even more 'intimate' component to libation than merely ejaculating ones sperm in front of Brother Dexter in the privacy of his study. I learned of this deeper,more intimate aspect the first time I ever did a libation for Brother Dexter.
Typically, after we would pray together for a while, I would undress, and then, as I stood in front of his desk, usually in silence; but that was not all there was to it, for as I stood there stroking my erection, Brother Dexter had set in front of me, near the very edge of the desk, a square of purple cloth, and on this was set a large, golden goblet, of the sort you often see used for Communion services in certain churches. So, as I stood there like that, Brother Dexter had explained that when I ejaculated, I was to put it INTO the goblet. "It will be the visible sign of your sacrifice---your sperm, inside the goblet, rather than in your wife's womb. Do it willingly, and with joy. Let the relief you feel in that moment flow freely, brother. Be happy in your sacrifice."
Then, when the moment of orgasm eventually arrived (sometimes longer, sometimes after shorter in duration), I'd aim my cock head into the goblet, and then, with the pounding of my heart, he and I both would watch as I ejaculated my sperm into the cup! But, that was only half of the libation ceremony! The other half, which surprised the first time, was when Brother Dexter would take up the goblet, and without the slightest hesitation, he drank the sperm in one, single gulp! Then he'd set the cup down on the purple cloth, and smile.
"That now belongs," he would say each time, "to me, brother. No one else. God is well pleased with this act you have freely made. Bless you."
Believe it or not, but I always left feeling so much better than when I'd first arrived. I felt curiously...content. That's the best way I can think of in explaining it. Over time, this brought Brother Dexter and I closer. I now understand, which I wouldn't have then, that I was being 'trained' to look to Brother Dexter as the sole and only provider of my sexual outlet and the primary provider of my sexual needs; and it largely worked out that way---even as Cindy and I remained 'husband and wife', in an emotional, day-to-day sense.
The day Cindy gave birth to she and Brother Dexter's c***d, I think I was almost as happy as they were! By then I'd largely begun to forget about ever having been her sexual partner---thanks entirely to Brother Dexter's implementation of the libation practice!
The Family now has many of Brother Dexter's babies running around, and we husbands are kept very busy looking after their care, feeding, and education! This is the work of restitution, of redemption, of atonement, that, unfortunately, a sizable number of white males here are still frighten of---but it will eventually come about more fully; no matter how much time it may require; and I am happy to have been one small part of this long overdue process of racial healing.
The End
Authors note: I have written on this particular topic, and using this particular (fictional) character before, but in the light of what has recently captured the attention of the world regarding racism, and it's many manifestations and impacts, this story, and this main character, seems somehow even more relevant than ever.
To those outside The Family ministry, of which my wife and I have been members now for over eight years, what I am about to relate is going to come across as disturbing to many. Nevertheless, in light of recent event in our nation, I have felt compelled to express myself in this way.
When Cindy and I joined Dexter Mgamba's small ministry that has become known as 'The Family', we'd become increasingly concerned at the deteriorating situation regarding race. Dylan Root had just murdered, deliberately, in cold blood as the saying goes, those nine unsuspecting black people in their church in Charleston, South Carolina.
That sent a shock-wave through our small group ('The Family' ministry), because we were part of some in the area thought of as a radical effort at the redistribution of racial power and sexual dynamics! Brother Dexter Mgamba, our leader, had been born in Africa (Botswana, as a matter of fact), and while still there he had begun to create around him a 'family' of fellow believers, who understood the deep need of serious, and substantive changes to the way whites had treated all the people of color the world over; and especially (though not limited to) the enforced the enslavement of thousands upon thousands of Africans, men and women, in America.
Beginning in Botswana, and then continuing on later in America, Brother Dexter began a kind of 'harem', of sorts, comprised mainly of the wives of the married white couples who began to join with him. The main purpose was not to destroy these couples previous marital relationship, legally, or other wise, but to start the necessary work of racial obliteration through interracial breeding.
So, like all the other husbands, I eventually voluntarily (that's an important thing to note) gave up my former sexual role with my wife, Cindy, and gave Brother Dexter the right to that; as well as to the impregnation of my wife with his c***dren, rather than my own.
To those on the outside looking in (or trying to), it may seem like a terrible thing to ask a husband to do; and I will not deny the challenges that come with this sort of 'cuckold lifestyle', except to say that this was God's will for me, and once I understood that, it was to Him that I would look to for the strength to carry on.
Of course, Brother Dexter played an equally important role in helping me, and my fellow husbands, in being obedient to God's will for us in this regard! We were always welcome to come to Brother Dexter when we were struggling with our on-going chastity observance. In deed, most of us spent many hours alone with Brother Dexter, in his office, seeking strength and guidance and support for this very difficult path.
Here's an example of what I'm talking about---When Cindy was six or seven months pregnant with Brother Dexter's c***d, the daily sight of her belly growing bigger and bigger was both exciting, as well sometimes frustrating for me. At those times (and others as well), I would go see Brother Dexter and pour my heart out to him; and we would pray and pray and pray!
But there was another method that Brother Dexter had instituted between we husbands and himself, that was the most significant and helpful. Among ourselves it was called 'doing libation.' This was one of the most sensitive topics within The Family. Though as husbands we had given up all sexual contact with our wives, the sexual drive remained just as strong as it had always been; so, Brother Dexter decided that rather that let us become so frustrated that we would break our vow of chastity (to our wives, and to him, especially), that it would be better if we had an 'outlet' for when these feelings grew too strong to safely ignore any longer. When Libation first became a reality, and even though it surprised the wives, it didn't take long to realize the efficacy of what Brother Dexter had created.
I'll never forget my first-ever 'libation.' It occured, as I mentioned earlier, at around the sixth or seven month of Cindy's pregnancy. I'd resisted such a visit, but when I reached that moment where I simply could no longer refrain (from having and orgasm), and called Brother Dexter in order to go see him, it was like stepping across a Rubicon.
To the outside world, libation, in this context, is nothing more than furtive masturbation; with Brother Dexter witnessing it. But from inside The Family context, libation was much, much more than just that. Doing a libation is a very intimate act! I was very nervous the first time, but once I'd performed it successfully, my personal relationship with Brother Dexter took on a far deeper level of intimacy than it had ever been before!
In many ways, a libation was like the Catholic practice of Confession, but with a decidedly 'sexual' component to it, in that the ultimate goal of a libation was the ejaculation of one's sperm, and the physical, and emotional release that it brought about.
Once I'd ejaculated in front of Brother Dexter...my relationship with him was subtly strengthened, and my lingering sexual connection to Cindy was also subtly lessened; and this was the primary reason for a libation. We all understood this. The wives, wishing to help their husbands in their daily lives as cuckolds, encouraged them to do as many libations as they felt the need for. With the institution of libation practice, both the husbands, and their wives, felt the former tensions slowly fade.
There was never any sort of shaming that any of us husband felt from either our wives, or from Brother Dexter. He was always very welcoming and understanding!
One thing that was not generally known within The Family was that there was an even more 'intimate' component to libation than merely ejaculating ones sperm in front of Brother Dexter in the privacy of his study. I learned of this deeper,more intimate aspect the first time I ever did a libation for Brother Dexter.
Typically, after we would pray together for a while, I would undress, and then, as I stood in front of his desk, usually in silence; but that was not all there was to it, for as I stood there stroking my erection, Brother Dexter had set in front of me, near the very edge of the desk, a square of purple cloth, and on this was set a large, golden goblet, of the sort you often see used for Communion services in certain churches. So, as I stood there like that, Brother Dexter had explained that when I ejaculated, I was to put it INTO the goblet. "It will be the visible sign of your sacrifice---your sperm, inside the goblet, rather than in your wife's womb. Do it willingly, and with joy. Let the relief you feel in that moment flow freely, brother. Be happy in your sacrifice."
Then, when the moment of orgasm eventually arrived (sometimes longer, sometimes after shorter in duration), I'd aim my cock head into the goblet, and then, with the pounding of my heart, he and I both would watch as I ejaculated my sperm into the cup! But, that was only half of the libation ceremony! The other half, which surprised the first time, was when Brother Dexter would take up the goblet, and without the slightest hesitation, he drank the sperm in one, single gulp! Then he'd set the cup down on the purple cloth, and smile.
"That now belongs," he would say each time, "to me, brother. No one else. God is well pleased with this act you have freely made. Bless you."
Believe it or not, but I always left feeling so much better than when I'd first arrived. I felt curiously...content. That's the best way I can think of in explaining it. Over time, this brought Brother Dexter and I closer. I now understand, which I wouldn't have then, that I was being 'trained' to look to Brother Dexter as the sole and only provider of my sexual outlet and the primary provider of my sexual needs; and it largely worked out that way---even as Cindy and I remained 'husband and wife', in an emotional, day-to-day sense.
The day Cindy gave birth to she and Brother Dexter's c***d, I think I was almost as happy as they were! By then I'd largely begun to forget about ever having been her sexual partner---thanks entirely to Brother Dexter's implementation of the libation practice!
The Family now has many of Brother Dexter's babies running around, and we husbands are kept very busy looking after their care, feeding, and education! This is the work of restitution, of redemption, of atonement, that, unfortunately, a sizable number of white males here are still frighten of---but it will eventually come about more fully; no matter how much time it may require; and I am happy to have been one small part of this long overdue process of racial healing.
The End
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