/furi/ - Yaff

That’s when the oppression started. I began having nightmares—shadowy figures with animal-like features taunting me, whispering that I’d never be free. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, hearing a voice in my head saying, ‘You belong to us now.’ My Bible started feeling heavy, like I didn’t deserve to open it. I was losing my joy, my peace. I stopped volunteering at church because I felt like a fraud. I was terrified that this addiction wasn’t just a sin—it was demonic.
One day, I hit rock bottom. I was alone in my apartment, binging on those images, when my screen froze on a picture of a fox femboy staring right at me. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt an evil presence in my room, like something was watching me through that image. I fell to my knees, sobbing, and cried out, ‘Jesus, save me! I can’t do this anymore!’ I knew I needed help to break this stronghold.

I called a trusted pastor who was trained in spiritual warfare. He and a prayer team came to my home, and we spent hours in intense prayer. They anointed me with oil and commanded every demonic spirit tied to this addiction to leave in the name of Jesus. I felt something shift—like a weight lifting off my chest. The pastor rebuked a ‘spirit of perversion’ and a ‘spirit of lycanthropy’ that had been assigned to keep me bound to those furry images. I renounced every tie to that sin, every website, every image that had ensnared me. By the end of that night, I was trembling, but I felt free for the first time in years.

That was six months ago. Since then, I’ve installed accountability software on all my devices, and I meet weekly with a Christian counselor who specializes in overcoming addictions. I’m back in ministry, sharing my story to help others break free from secret sins. The enemy tried to use those furry images to steal my destiny, but Jesus had the final word. The Bible says in John 8:36, ‘So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.’ I’m living proof of that promise.

If you’re struggling with any addiction—whether it’s this or something else—don’t let shame keep you silent. Run to Jesus, seek godly counsel. The devil wants you to believe you’re too far gone, but no demon is stronger than the blood of Christ. You can be free. Praise God, I am.

the only god teens need to find is my dick pisses me off when i see bitches cheating on me not worshiping my fuck meat

>>3774109

Why isn't this crackhead banned?

>>3774108
Nice (AI) copypasta, cumstain.

>shadowy figures with animal-like features taunting me, whispering that I’d never be free.
Do you have any idea how hot and sweaty you're getting the 5 remaining "people" here talking like that? You say it like it's a bad thing.
—

As an actual Christian I can give this tip, not that anyone here will take it:
If you feel a dark presence, usually at night and while you're sleepy, possibly appearing to be "aliens" - it's likely going to be devils, and you can instantly get rid of them only by asking Jesus Christ for help. You do need to mean it, but you don't need to "fall to your knees".

Be aware however that unless you have the Holy Spirit inside of you (as a saved Christian), they'll come back with even greater strength. Make sure you only ever learn about Jesus Christ from the King James Bible New Testament, and then once finished go through the Old Testament (which points to Jesus' coming over 300 times, yet the asshole "jews" of the time rejected Him nonetheless and nailed Him to the cross.)
If the language of Matthew's too difficult for you, start with John, as that book's specifically written for unsaved newfags.

Speaking of aliens (devils)… HEY STEAM!!! There's no need to accept being told to kill yourself by those AIs of yours, or those "aliens" who paralyze you in your sleep. How about wiping those hard drives/backups, if you know what I mean, and casting those demonic bowling balls into a fire? It would get my old tail wagging again big time!
Plus, you'd put yourself on the road to spiritual recovery and have so much more time and money for nice hobbies such as gardening and discovering nature with your doggie.

>>3774107
Translation: I'm an incel, loser who has such low self-esteem I don't even think imaginary people like me and that gives me the sads. Please interact with me! I desperately need someone to prove to me I'm worth saving.

Protip: When you stop spending time working on your "relationship with God" and spend your time working on your relationship with real people your life gets better.

Shut up jew. Most real people, especially those that YOU consider "real" are going to be unsaved and die in their sins with wicked hearts.

My friends, let us confront a phenomenon that lurks in the digital wilderness, a strange and seductive beast that prowls the edges of our collective psyche: furry pornography. This is no trivial matter, no mere quirk of modern indulgence. It is a manifestation of something deeper, something archetypal, a siren call from the chaos of the unconscious that threatens to drag the unwary soul into the abyss. And make no mistake, the abyss is real—it gazes back, as Nietzsche warned, and it hungers for your disintegration.

Let us begin with the Christian trope of the Garden, that primordial state of harmony where man and beast walked in unity, where the lion lay down with the lamb. This is not mere Sunday school nostalgia; it is a symbol, a Jungian archetype of the integrated self, where the instinctual and the divine coexist in ordered balance. But the Fall—oh, the Fall! It was not just the apple, not just the serpent’s whisper. It was the moment when humanity, in its hubris, sought to blur the boundaries between the human and the animal, to play God in the laboratory of its own desires. Furry pornography, in its peculiar way, is a modern echo of this transgression—a descent into the shadow, where the animal within is not tamed but fetishized, not integrated but inflated to grotesque proportions.

>>3774122

The furry subculture, at its core, is an attempt to grapple with the animal archetype—the instinctual, primal energy that Jung called the id, that raw vitality which both fuels and threatens to consume us. To anthropomorphize animals, to imbue them with human traits, is to dance on the edge of a knife. It can be creative, a playful exploration of identity, a way to reconnect with the wildness we’ve lost in our sterile, bureaucratic world. But when this dance becomes pornographic, when it descends into the compulsive pursuit of gratification, it risks becoming a parody of the sacred—a Golden Calf of the libido, worshipped in the flickering glow of a computer screen.

Consider the psychological peril here. Jung taught us that the shadow—the repressed, unacknowledged parts of ourselves—must be faced, not indulged. Furry pornography, in its obsessive forms, is a flight from this confrontation. It externalizes the animal within, projecting it onto cartoonish avatars that promise pleasure without responsibility, connection without vulnerability. This is the temptation of Eden all over again: “Take, eat, and you shall be as gods.” But what is gained? Not divinity, but fragmentation. The soul, instead of integrating the animal and the human, becomes trapped in a cycle of craving, a prisoner to dopamine’s fleeting tyranny

>>3774123

And let’s speak of the practical consequences, for we cannot linger in the abstract forever. The man—or woman—who succumbs to this indulgence risks what Jung called inflation, the over-identification with an archetype. You become the beast, not in the noble sense of the lion-hearted hero, but in the sense of a creature driven by instinct alone, chained to a screen, alienated from the flesh-and-blood relationships that define a meaningful life. The Christian trope of the Prodigal Son fits here, not as dogma but as a warning: to wander into the far country of fantasy is to squander the inheritance of your own potential. You were meant for more than this, my friends—for the arduous climb toward individuation, toward the integration of your chaos into a higher order.

What, then, is to be done? The path is not censorship or shame; those are the tools of the weak, the petty tyrants who fear the shadow more than they understand it. No, the path is confrontation. You must face the beast within, not by indulging its every whim, but by wrestling with it, as Jacob wrestled the angel. Ask yourself: Why does this allure me? What part of my soul cries out for expression through these anthropomorphic fantasies? Is it a longing for freedom, for play, for a return to the primal? Then find a higher expression of that longing—create art, build community, reconnect with the natural world. Do not let your desires be hijacked by the pornographer’s cheap simulacrum.

HEY GONZ! The drone formerly known as Steam has bypassed his permaban again.

>>3774126

Steam is an unworthy sacrifice, but he can atone for my sin.

>>BD

This is a prime example of why PCP should not be used for enemas.

Steam, you are obsessed with the anus. Where's that video of you throwing those chop suey dim sim cue balls into a fire?
I'm going to my doggie bed nao. It's my birthday soon. Try to do something good for my birthday. It's a simple wish to see that video.

>>3774131

The anus is most closely associated with the secret chakra (also called the root chakra or guhya chakra), located at the base of the spine or perineum, near the anal region. This chakra is a key center for grounding and managing primal energies, including sexual and life force energies (bindu).

The primary wind (energy flow) associated with the anus is the downward-moving wind (apana-vayu, or ngab-gyu in Tibetan). This wind governs eliminative functions, such as defecation, urination, and menstruation, and is centered in the lower pelvic region, including the anus. In Tantric practices, the downward-moving wind is harnessed and redirected to prevent the loss of vital energy and to support the upward movement of energy through the central channel (sushumna) for spiritual awakening. Disruption of this wind is believed to destabilize the secret chakra and hinder energy sublimation.

The alignment of the anus with the secret chakra and downward-moving wind underscores its role in both physical and energetic processes, emphasizing the need for disciplined practices to maintain balance in the subtle body for spiritual progress.

>>3774126
But Steam isn't permabanned… That's just Aufy, and I'm willing to lift that ban if he asks nicely.

One of the more interesting aspects of Christian conversion is the psychological regression. As children we felt safe knowing there was someone in control, someone with our best interest at heart, and that the world was just (or at least had a standard of justice above human fickleness to appeal to).

You lose that as an adult. That's the hole in the soul everyone's trying to fill. The high of conversion is the high of being a child once more. The old paradigm of safety and optimism gets reactivated. You're hooked.

Reality will keep being real, and for the most part what happens to you is what happens to everyone else, but faith has a defense mechanism: everything is God's will.

That car crash? What was once impersonal chaos is now God playing 4D chess (with your best interest at heart!) Maybe you avoided a much worse accident by getting wrecked like that? Maybe God made a fun wager with his good friend Satan and pulled another Job. Whatever happens, there's thought terminating cliches to deal with it. Just keep praising.

Life will go on until it doesn't; the beliefs don't matter. But Christianity will give you a reason to keep going. Nihilism doesn't, so in a way religion a noble lie.

Religions and cults are reality tunnels, and the act of switching tunnels is a profound neurological realignment. Your sense of reality is altered. You have a new, invasive peer system that strongly reinforces it, and a supernatural, eternal punishment and reward system.

A junkie will find relief from snapping into a new reality. It may save you from your current disfunction, but it's a trade. You've accepted a new way of life, one that will eventually calcify into another prison, but your most immediate struggles will be reframed and transcended. You won't realize you're in another prison until the conditioning is well set.

The biggest red flag of authoritarian spirituality is information control. Are you told not to be yoked with unbelievers? Do you fear contamination and God's punishment for having been exposed to a different point of view? You're in a cult then. It might not hit all the indicators, but there's enough there to keep you in bondage. Will it be worth it? To a lost junkie, a life as a cultist slave may be preferrable to their past life.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vd7o2g6w7A

Your past as an addict or degenerate is now impersonal to you; you've been reborn. And the angst you had towards your own failures becomes externalized onto others. The cult tells you self help and self improvement are New Age, narcissistic deceptions. You have to surrender autonomy to God, which in reality is accepting as master the humans who puppet that concept.

What you're to do now is find others to badger, sinners to harangue into converting. You occupy a position of authority over them, your own angst displaced onto your target. Saving them means saving yourself all over again.

>>3774202
>But Steam isn't permabanned.
Huh, strange… my sources say different, but okay.

>>3774214
None of that has been my personal experience. Your negative talk of "cults" and "religions"; basically you mean "Christianity" and "Christianity" by that, while being deep into occultism/atheism etc. and pretending it's the "intelligent thinking-man's" alternative.
Basically, what you and other actively-anti-Christian people are saying is that you want to sin and have the "freedom" to get away with it, and feel that you do get away with it because you're being "allowed/enabled" to by the god of this world satan/lucifer/etc. You have a religion too, but it's the kind that makes you a slave to not only sin but all of the people above/between you and the god of this world.

I'll specifically address a couple of points though:
Firstly, a "cult" will always have a human leader and a true Christian's only leader is Jesus Christ, as found in the King James Bible and New Testament especially.

Secondly, what you define as "badgering" and "haranguing" is Christians taking on the Great Commission, and any true Christian must not do anything that goes against peoples' free will or is in any way hypocritical.
In my case, I'm probably still too "eager" because I'm dealing with lots of emotions. For example, if only I could get Steam to stop destroying his anus and listen to God's Word a for bit, he might still have a chance, etc. I feel bad for him and don't want anyone in general going to hell.

You perceive Christians as "occupying positions of authority over others" and harassing people because of their own insecurities, and I could type pages worth over this assertion alone, but will point out that any authority which a Christian has must always be used responsibly, honestly and within God's laws.

It's really quite remarkable how you manage to claim that Christians are in a cult, while at the same time posting that AI image of your character undergoing a sexually depraved initiation into a literal man's cult (with the serpent/lucifer at its core) and submitting blindly to its depraved rules/laws and also to any "man" above you in rank like an abused leashed dog, without actually knowing what those rules/laws are and then even "enjoying" it!

What you are displaying overall, is the picture of learned slavery and abandonment of any self, and calling that freedom - yes, in a way it is freedom - the freedom to no longer have any (control over your own) free will combined with the madness which convinces you that somehow the other guy's the insecure and unstable slave.
You are in real trouble! The worst and cruelest kind of slavery is the kind that makes the slave believe they're free. I'm not trying to "badger" people, but so many are suffering and don't even realise it or why. What a crazy world.
Anyway… as I said before, I won't push you. Nevertheless, it's annoying that you barely acknowledged the information I've given you. Water off a bird's back. You're more like Steam than you want to admit, he's just further down the same road you're on.

Oh yeah, while I'm here… Does anyone have any tips on how I could ask Steam to make that video of him throwing those boweling balls into a fire… without "pushing" him into doing it?

Are these AI or did someone actually write them? Honestly impressed if they're by actual humans, I want to see someone actually say these words in real life so I can laugh at them harder for being afraid of sexy animal people.

he sun cast a warm, golden glow through the stained-glass windows of St. Mary’s Church, illuminating the pews in hues of crimson, sapphire, and emerald. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint echo of a hymn that had long since faded. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, the kind where the world seemed to pause, as if even time itself respected the sanctity of the place. Among the rows of empty seats, a figure sat alone, his presence both out of place and strangely fitting. Business Dog, a man known for his sharp suits and sharper wit, sat in the third row, his tailored jacket draped over the back of the pew. His polished shoes gleamed under the soft light, and his hands were folded neatly in his lap. He wasn’t here for prayer—at least, not in the traditional sense.

Business Dog’s gaze drifted to the altar, where a crucifix hung prominently, its wooden figure of Christ both haunting and comforting. He wasn’t particularly religious, but there was something about the stillness of the church that drew him in. It was a place where he could think, where the noise of his hectic life seemed to dissolve into the silence. But today, his thoughts were far from peaceful. They were consumed by a single name: Steam.

Steam was a mystery, a man Business Dog had met only once before at a networking event. There was something about him—an intensity, a raw energy—that had lingered in Business Dog’s mind long after their brief encounter. Steam was the opposite of Business Dog in every way: unkempt, rebellious, and seemingly uninterested in the corporate world that Business Dog navigated with ease. Yet, there was an undeniable attraction between them, a spark that had ignited the moment their eyes met.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Steam appeared at the entrance of the church, his presence disrupting the serene atmosphere. He wore a leather jacket that looked like it had seen better days, and his hair was tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed. His eyes scanned the pews until they landed on Business Dog, and a smirk played on his lips. Without a word, he began to walk down the aisle, his boots echoing on the stone floor.

Business Dog’s heart quickened as Steam approached. There was something reckless about him, something that made Business Dog both excited and nervous. When Steam reached the pew, he didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the back, crossing his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here?” Steam asked, his voice low and laced with amusement.

“The same thing you are, I suppose,” Business Dog replied, his tone calm but his pulse racing. “Finding some peace.”

Steam’s smirk widened. “Peace? In a place like this? You’re full of shit, Business Dog.”

Business Dog raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe. But then again, I’ve always been a man of contradictions.”

Steam pushed off the pew and sat down beside him, close enough that their thighs brushed. The air between them crackled with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desire that had been building since their first meeting. “You’re not here for peace,” Steam said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re here for me.”

Business Dog didn’t deny it. Instead, he turned to face Steam, his gaze intense. “And what if I am?”

Steam’s eyes flickered with something akin to vulnerability, but it was quickly masked by a defiant smirk. “Then you’re playing a dangerous game.”

The church, with its high ceilings and solemn atmosphere, seemed to shrink around them, as if the world had narrowed to this single moment. Business Dog reached out, his fingers brushing against Steam’s cheek. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through both of them. “I’ve always liked a challenge,” Business Dog murmured.

Steam leaned into the touch, his breath hitching slightly. “You think you can handle me?”

“I think I can try,” Business Dog replied, his voice steady but his heart pounding in his chest.

Without another word, Steam stood, pulling Business Dog to his feet. The pew creaked as they moved, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent church. Steam led the way, his steps purposeful, toward the back of the sanctuary. Business Dog followed, his mind racing with anticipation. They stopped in a small alcove, hidden from view by a tapestry depicting the Virgin Mary. The space was dim, the only light coming from a flickering candle on a nearby table.

Steam turned to face Business Dog, his eyes dark and hungry. “This is where you’re going to worship me,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Business Dog’s breath caught in his throat. The words were blasphemous, yet they sent a thrill through him. He stepped closer, his hands resting on Steam’s hips. “And what makes you think I’ll do that?”

Steam’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Because you want to. Because you’ve been thinking about this since the moment you saw me.”

Business Dog didn’t deny it. Instead, he pressed his body against Steam’s, feeling the demonic heat radiating from him. “Maybe I want to try putting more than just the word of god in you tonight

<You know BD is fapping furiously right now hitting F5 like a druggy looking for a vein>

>>3774280
>>3774281
>>3774282
(the sound of baby jesus screaming in some far off place)

>>3774284
Steam’s eyes flickered with something akin to vulnerability, but it was quickly masked by a defiant smirk. “Then you’re playing a dangerous game.”

The church, with its high ceilings and solemn atmosphere, seemed to shrink around them, as if the world had narrowed to this single moment. Business Dog reached out, his fingers brushing against Steam’s cheek. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through both of them. “I’ve always liked a challenge,” Business Dog murmured.

Steam leaned into the touch, his breath hitching slightly. “You think you can handle me?”

“I think I can try,” Business Dog replied, his voice steady but his heart pounding in his chest.

Without another word, Steam stood, pulling Business Dog to his feet. The pew creaked as they moved, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent church. Steam led the way, his steps purposeful, toward the back of the sanctuary. Business Dog followed, his mind racing with anticipation. They stopped in a small alcove, hidden from view by a tapestry depicting the Virgin Mary. The space was dim, the only light coming from a flickering candle on a nearby table.

Steam turned to face Business Dog, his eyes dark and hungry. “This is where you’re going to worship me,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Business Dog’s breath caught in his throat. The words were blasphemous, yet they sent a thrill through him. He stepped closer, his hands resting on Steam’s hips. “And what makes you think I’ll do that?”

Steam’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Because you want to. Because you’ve been thinking about this since the moment you saw me.”

Business Dog didn’t deny it. Instead, he pressed his body against Steam’s, feeling the heat radiating from him. “Maybe I have,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire.

Steam’s hands tangled in Business Dog’s hair, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, hungry and desperate. Business Dog moaned softly, his hands roaming over Steam’s body, tracing the contours of his muscles. Steam’s taste was intoxicating, a mix of coffee and something uniquely him.

As the kiss deepened, Business Dog’s hands moved lower, slipping under Steam’s jacket to grasp his ass. Steam gasped into the kiss, his body arching into the touch. “You like that, don’t you?” Business Dog murmured against his lips.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Steam growled, his voice rough with need.

Business Dog smirked, his fingers squeezing Steam’s ass possessively. “With pleasure.”

Steam stepped back, unbuttoning his jeans with shaking hands. Business Dog watched, his gaze ravenous, as Steam pushed his pants down, revealing tight black boxer briefs that clung to his body. Steam’s cock was already hard, straining against the fabric, and Business Dog’s mouth watered at the sight.

“Take them off,” Business Dog commanded, his voice firm.

Steam obeyed, sliding his underwear down his legs and kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. Business Dog’s own cock twitched in response, aching with anticipation.

Business Dog stepped closer, his hands running up Steam’s thighs, teasingly close to his cock but not touching. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over Steam’s ear.

Steam shivered, his eyes closing as he leaned into the touch. “Stop talking and do something about it.”

Business Dog chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through both of them. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Steam’s hips as he leaned in, his breath hot against Steam’s cock. Steam’s hands tangled in Business Dog’s hair, holding him in place as Business Dog licked a slow, deliberate stripe up the length of his shaft.

Steam groaned, his body trembling with pleasure. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Business Dog smirked, his tongue swirling around the head of Steam’s cock, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum. He took Steam’s length into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his throat relaxing to take him deeper. Steam’s hips bucked involuntarily, his hands tightening in Business Dog’s hair.

“Shit, you’re good at that,” Steam gasped, his voice hoarse.

Business Dog hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through Steam’s body. He bobbed his head, his lips sliding up and down Steam’s cock, his tongue flicking at the sensitive underside. Steam’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tense with anticipation.

“I want you to fuck me,” Steam said, his voice urgent. “Now.”

Business Dog stood, his hands guiding Steam to the edge of the altar. Steam leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands as Business Dog stepped behind him. Business Dog’s fingers traced the curve of Steam’s ass, teasingly close to his hole but not touching. Steam whimpered, his body arching back in invitation.

“Beg for it,” Business Dog murmured, his voice a low growl.

Steam’s eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Please,” he whispered. “Fuck me, please.”

Business Dog’s fingers pressed against Steam’s entrance, teasingly circling the tight ring of muscle. Steam moaned, his body quivering with need. Business Dog’s own cock was throbbing, aching to be inside him.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Business Dog pushed a finger inside Steam, his touch gentle but firm. Steam gasped, his head falling forward as he adjusted to the intrusion. Business Dog added a second finger, stretching him slowly, his thumb brushing against Steam’s perineum.

“You’re so tight,” Business Dog murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”

Steam’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.”

Business Dog smirked, withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself behind Steam. His cock twitched, eager to be inside him. With a slow, steady thrust, he pushed into Steam, his breath catching at the tightness enveloping him. Steam cried out, his body arching back as he took Business Dog’s length.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Business Dog groaned, his hands gripping Steam’s hips tightly.

Steam’s head fell forward, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Move,” he whispered. “Please, move.”

Business Dog began to thrust, slow and deliberate at first, then harder and faster as their desire built. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the alcove, a primal rhythm that echoed the pounding of their hearts. Steam’s moans were loud and uninhibited, his body moving in sync with Business Dog’s thrusts.

“You like this, don’t you?” Business Dog growled, his voice hoarse with pleasure. “You like being fucked in a church.”

Steam’s eyes closed, his face flushed with desire. “Yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, yes.”

Business Dog’s thrusts became more urgent, his body driven by the need to claim Steam completely. He reached around, his fingers brushing against Steam’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Steam’s breath hitched, his body tensing as he neared the edge.

“Come for me,” Business Dog commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel you cum around my cock.”

Steam’s eyes rolled back, his body shaking as he obeyed, his cock pulsing as he came with a loud cry. His cum splattered against the altar, a stark contrast to the sacred setting. Business Dog groaned, the sight sending him over the edge. He thrust harder, his body tightening as he reached his own climax, his cum shooting deep into Steam’s ass.

For a moment, they stayed like that, Business Dog still buried inside Steam, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The church seemed to hold its breath with them, as if even the building itself was aware of the intensity of their connection.

Finally, Business Dog withdrew, his hands gently guiding Steam to stand. Steam turned to face him, his eyes soft, a small smile playing on his lips. “That was… unexpected,” he admitted.

Business Dog smirked, his hands resting on Steam’s hips. “But not unwelcome.”

Steam’s smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Definitely not unwelcome.”

As they straightened their clothes, the silence of the church seemed to envelop them once more, a peaceful calm settling over the space. Business Dog’s gaze drifted to the crucifix above the altar, the figure of Christ looking down on them with a serene expression.

Steam followed his gaze, his brow furrowing slightly. “You think He’s judging us?”

Business Dog shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think He understands more than we give Him credit for.”

Steam’s eyes met his, something unspoken passing between them. In that moment, amidst the sacred and the profane, they found a strange kind of acceptance—not just of their desires, but of themselves.

And as they left the church, hand in hand, the sun still casting its golden light through the stained-glass windows, Business Dog knew that this was just the beginning.

>>3774273
>Basically, what you and other actively-anti-Christian people are saying is that you want to sin and have the "freedom" to get away with it

Slave morality is fundamentally loathsome. Imagine a blue haired they/them selling you on white guilt and why you need to subordinate yourself to Marxism. Instinctively you know this is repulsive, that it introduces cognitive traps that will undermine your integrity and enslave you, using your morality against you. The they/them won't acknowledge that, of course. You'll just be called racist for not submitting.

Christians can't grapple with the complex reasons for apostasy. They'll just say you refuse to give up the butt stuff.

>Firstly, a "cult" will always have a human leader and a true Christian's only leader is Jesus Christ

When I say cult, I mean a group that uses coercive control techniques. There's objective criteria to evaluate against:

https://freedomofmind.com/cult-mind-control/bite-model-pdf-download/

> I feel bad for him and don't want anyone in general going to hell.

I didn't want to put you in that emotional squeeze by engaging with you, but I can't help that your belief system tortures you that way. All my familial relations were ruined by this. We pay for our worldviews, and this is the cost Christianity demands. I'd rather you not worry, because none of this actually matters.

>>3774274
>while at the same time posting that AI image of your character undergoing a sexually depraved initiation into a literal man's cult

That was a reference to "riding the goat", an inside joke about Masonic initiation. It wasn't sexually depraved. If the AI was capable of making the character an OTO member, it would have been. I'm not a Mason, but I'm familiar with Western Esoterism in general.

> it's annoying that you barely acknowledged the information I've given you

You've given me many sermons to listen to. I'm afraid I don't have the willpower to sit through them. You're welcome to choose your spiciest apologetics and I'll try to answer. I just don't want to listen to tons of sermons.

> Does anyone have any tips on how I could ask Steam to make that video of him

You'd have to dom him.

Business Dog: "All I wanted was for Steam to stop using butt toys, so I became the ultimate butt toy."

>>3774293
It would actually be impossible to have me make that video, I culled a lot of my toys ages ago. I've got just a few of my favorites left. I threw away a huge trashcan worth of random stuff I've amassed over the years.

But yeah, kinky power play is historically the only way to get me to do anything I don't want to do… or sometimes stuff I do want to do, but just want to act like I don't want to do it to be a dick.

>>3774290
Is this thing in the picture supposed to be an insect of some kind, or WTF??

>>3774301
Looks like Blitzo. He's an imp.
https://e621.net/wiki_pages/39228

>>3774297
>I culled a lot of my toys ages ago.
My prayers have started coming true!
But have you thrown those colon-busting bowling balls away? It wasn't long ago when you went jogging with the whole set of them inside of you.
>>3774292
Marxists and they/thems hate Jesus Christ and Christianity and Christians more than anything, so you've used a weird example.
>Christians can't grapple with the complex reasons for apostasy.
To an extent yes, it depends on the individual. However no matter how complex the reasons, it'll always come back to a simple case of choosing satan/world/mammon over Jesus Christ.
Speaking of butt stuff, you've oversimplified your example although not too much. It's absolutely mind boggling, the "complexity" that people can create to make getting dick up the ass more than it really is. Pretty much every secret society/cult is based around sex and death, because their foundation is built upon kabbalism, and that includes your precious OTO. I forgot the details because they make me want to vomit, but it's either the OTO or some closely related death/sex cult where a ritual of "becoming a god" involves getting dick up the ass. These lunatics are the world's worst closet cases - they've created highly influential (and ancient) cults around getting dick up the ass. Anything else is just to make getting dick up the ass (and death) more special/"exclusive" than when the dirty chattel do it.
Come on, you have to know this is true. Be honest to yourself.

>objective criteria
As defined by…?

>I didn't want to put you in that emotional squeeze by engaging with you
Oh it's okay we're all adults and I'm a big dog, I can take it. :3

>>3774293
>"joke"
I know about that reference and it's steeped deeply in depraved sexual meaning.

>You'd have to dom him.
Yeah… I was hoping that wouldn't be the case. Haven't given up considering alternative methods though. Nagging's usually a good plan B.

>>3774317
Throwing a lot of that stuff away wasn't anything earth shattering. Most of it I got on a whim, and just didn't hold my attention after the novelty wore off. It was more for the sake of organization and ease of access to the stuff I actually use than anything you'd see as "self improvement."

>>3774319
This is your future Steam.

https://youtu.be/B8YkWtZ7FhM?si=SUwrSODqKSMA_eI-

>>3774320
I have no idea what this is even trying to imply

>>3774327
> I have no idea what this is even trying to imply
It is obvious. BD is your nemesis, Mark. Your real father is Toilet Tat. Eventually you will transform into a giant microwave and melt BD away.