The Hierarchy, by ian wycim
i wondered at first: How can an 18 year old boyGod know all He is teaching me? i soon concluded: His mind is as intrinsically perfect as His body, and thus He requires no external inputs to possess this utmost wisdom and convey it so efficiently and with such total clarity, even to this 25 year old stupid lowly faggot boycunt.
He rapidly trained me on The Hierarchy. The Hierarchy is His inviolable system of tasks to be performed at His whim (i.e., one task, some, or all, sequenced as He sees fit) in order to earn the privilege of being fed my next meal or dose of His silken, sweet, creamy, precious baby batter. As i mentioned briefly in "The Mantra", i learned to properly plead for, consume, and thank Him for His breath on me, His breath into me, His sweat, His spit, His snot, His pus from a wound, His blood, His urine, His shit, and His puke. i included in "The Mantra" only the foregoing (the first 10) items from The Hierarchy, because i thought disclosure of the entirety of The Hierarchy (all 30 items) in my initial submission would frighten the recipient at, and some readers of, Nifty Archives.
The good news (and irrefutable evidence of the merciful and wise dimensions of God's perfection): The Hierarchy specifically excludes chastity devices, sounding, electrocution, fractures, dental play*, noise rape**, mutilation (i.e., as traditionally understood AND organ removal), amputation, and death.
Hierarchy Items 11 through 20 and Hierarchy Items 21 through 30 are easy to remember, even for an idiot like me, because each additional set of 10 is identical to items one through 10, except for the target. Eleven through 20 are the same as one through 10, except the target of my pleas, consumption, and gratitude is another living being. Twenty-one through 30 are also the same as one through 10, except, again, a different target. Naturally, my targets are decreed by God as He sees fit, for His amusement and entertainment, which i crave to provide to Him even more than i used to crave oxygen every time He stranglefucks me, a topic for another time.
People used to ask me why. Sucking my food from His Penis (i.e., extracting sustenance from Source) is not an action in the usual sense. It is both worship and the purpose for my existence. These privileges must be earned. This is why unquestioning and unswerving adherence to The Hierarchy is a "no-brainer", perfect for this stupid lowly faggot boycunt...who, until He throws me away, remains the luckiest stupid lowly faggot boycunt, EVER.
*my training required repeated viewing of a film called Marathon Man **my training required repeated viewing of a film called Clockwork Orange
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Other stories: The Mantra (filed in Urination, etc.) *Secretly 'Til Now (filed in Authoritarian) Even More Proof of Idiocy (submitted, not filed)
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