Beat Your Drum (Make It Cum) [bator music]

Locked bathroom door, Mom outside
Need to shoot but have to hide
Jerk it quiet, jerk it fast
Clean it up, no time to last
Grip of death, Body tight, 
Approaching bate like it’s a fight
This is how I learned to be with you
But it’s time, 
to show you, 
something new

It’s time…To take time
To feel free…No rush
To soften edges
And explore
Change how I relate.
Time to sink into
An open bate.

Door open now, I live alone
No fear someone else at home
Lying down, we have a date
To make love as I masturbate
Gonna take time as I undress
To Gaze upon you and caress
with love in my hands and in my heart
Taking time, it’s just the start.

When I feel some tension creep
I breathe it out, and just release
No longer need to be on guard
Keep body soft, even when I’m hard
I breathe deeper in, savor  sensation 
Make being with you my meditation 

My body is streaming
Feel pleasure beaming
From root, shaft and tip
Stroked with sensual grip
Penis vibes emanate
Lost in this open bate.


Open Bate

I carry in me the current,
the tribal lines that tether.
all men who love men,
Across place and time,
United as one together. 

I journey to the bonfire,
By way of drum and bone.
All men who love men,
They welcome me,
I feel at home. 

For we’re born in sep’rate places, 
Not always well received. 
All men who love men,
Carry this pain,
isolation once believed.

But when we come together,
The truth is now revealed.
All men who love men,
Shed childhood wounds, 
And stand together healed. 

Now dancing at the bonfire,
Greeted by brothers proud. 
All men who love men,
From all walks of life,
Who lived their lives out loud. 

I feel their strength within me,
My heart sings, my spirit lifts.
All men who love men,
Hold this courage,
As one of our shared gifts. 

Magic, Healing, and revealing
Hidden pathways across the veil.
All men who love men,
Walk the liminal path,
Dark and light, we blaze the trail.

And when we act in service, 
And to our deities do we pray.
All men who love men,
Who walk the unnamed path, 
Will be ancestors one day. 


Journey to the Ancestors of MWLM

Phallic worship #19

From shaft to tip,
from root to crown, 
cock mirrors my body,
The up and the down
As above, so below, 
My body, my penis
United in flow 

My energy centers
The cauldrons and springs,
Are mapped also on penis
In concentric rings
I squeeze long the shaft
Awaken each in turn
They echo in my body
chakra fires burn

(Bridge)
From redness of root
The heat of the earth
The rut of the stag
Where lust has its birth
to white shining crown
The vastness of space
liquid light erupts
Where fingers embrace 

Stroking is healing
My body responds
To fingers on penis
Divine phallus wand
As above, so below,
My body, my penis
United in flow

Harmony echoes
Where sex and spirit meet
Nothing is separate
In pulsing phallus beat
I align in the current
Cock, heart and mind
Extends out before me
Through phallus divine

From shaft to tip,
from root to crown 
Cock mirrors my body
The up and the down
As above, so below, 
My body, my penis
United in flow 

As above, so below

You Should Masturbate [bator music]

Let the ashes gather in our palms  like the dust of unborn stars;  let the silence settle in our ribs  like a prayer too heavy for breath.

POPPERS AND SMOKE

Winter Solstice Phallus Worship Track

The wheel of the year has turned, 
Summer’s fires long since burned. 
Autumn’s gold just lately shed,
Winter’s chill begun to spread. 

The long dark has taken hold,
Grasps the land in frost and cold. 
Animals slumber, nature retreats. 
Oak king is quiet…but in me he beats

(Chorus)
It's the darkest day, the darkest hour
But deep within, I feel his power. 
Horned god lives in me, shines his light 
I stroke to release it on this Solstice night. 

Holly King smiles, and nods in assent
He knows it’s his turn to make the descent
I take hold of my oak branch, encircle its girth
And awaken my phallus to give light rebirth

(Chorus)
In this darkest day, at the darkest hour
I worship my phallus to lend him my power. 
Horned god lives in me, he shines his light 
I stroke to release it on this Solstice night. 

The fullness of phallus now springs from my thighs
The heat ever building, the fire does rise
The cycle repeated from holly to oak
I summon light forward with every stroke

I honor the wisdom, the seasonal shift
It lives in my body through phallus, this gift.
Oak king now stirring beneath winter’s snow
I feed him this warmth to usher spring’s growth.

(Chorus)
In this darkest day, at the darkest hour
I worship my phallus to lend him my power. 
Horned god lives in me, he shines his light 
I stroke to release it on this Solstice night. 

My phallus now straining, now bursting with seed
Winter abating, through this holy deed 
The wheel ever turning, from darkness to light 
Stroked into being, this solstice night. 

Horned god lives through me, he shines his light
I stroke to release it on  this solstice night. 




Solstice Night

"I will never know"is a poetic descent into the fog of dementia — a song about the slow unravelling of self, memory, and the bonds that once defined a life. Through vivid imagery of fading books, lost seasons, and fractured identity, the piece explores the quiet tragedy of watching the world slip away from within.
It is a lament for the person we were, and the love that struggles to remain when names, faces, and moments drift into shadow.
A haunting reflection on memory, identity, and the ache of becoming a stranger to your own life.

I will never know -2

Verse 1 
Work up horny at dawn,
Already willing to stroke, 
chronic to the bone
Sexual drive is my pole, 
Shooting Ropes hit my chest
Never heard the word dad


Chorus
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
Endless dopamine and porn 
Ain’t no baby will be born,
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
my own pleasure is all I care, 
up and and down and masturbate

Verse 2 
Braincells melting away,
Extreme porn is all I crave
Let that holy cum fly
Watch a million kids die
Sure God intent me to breed 
But Cum wasting is my favourite sin


Chorus 
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
Endless dopamine and porn 
Ain’t no baby will be born,
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
my own pleasure is all I care, 
up and and down and masturbate

bridge
Waste it on my chest, 
waste it down the drain
Waste a billion kids 
again and again
Every rope is a prevented bloodline 
Sperming showing Middle finger to the sky

Chorus 
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
Endless dopamine and porn 
Ain’t no baby will be born,
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
my own pleasure is all I care, 
up and and down and masturbate

Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
Endless dopamine and porn 
Ain’t no baby will be born,
Wasting seed it feels so good, 
I don't care to reproduce, 
my own pleasure is all I care, 
up and and down and masturbate

Wasting seed

[Verse 1]
괜찮아진 것 같아서
말을 꺼내봤어
별일 아닌 척
나도 웃어보면서

괜히 용기를 내면
달라질 줄 알았지
나아졌다는 말이
이상하게 떨렸어

[Pre-Chorus]
조심스레 내민 마음을
아무도 받지 않았고
괜찮아졌다는 말이
왜 더 조심스러워졌는지

[Chorus]
아무 말도 하지 않을게
괜히 말했다가
다시 설명해야 하는 하루

괜찮아졌다는 말은
아직은 내가
감당할 말은 아닌가 봐

[Verse 2]
다 잘될 거란 말 대신
지켜보자고 했고
너를 위해서라는 말이
자꾸 쌓여가

나를 믿지 않는 눈빛이
먼저 느껴져서
아무 말 안 하는 게
차라리 편해져

[Pre-Chorus 2]
나아질 수 있다는 말이
왜 이렇게 민망한지
기대라는 게
또 하나의 부담이 돼

[Chorus]
아무 말도 하지 않을게
괜히 나섰던 나
조용히 접어두는 하루

웃는 얼굴 뒤에
다시 숨겨둔 마음을
제자리로 돌려놔

[Bridge]
다 이해한다는 말이
왜 이렇게 차가운지
나를 위해서라는 말이
왜 더 멀어지는지

[Final Chorus]
그래서 오늘도 나는
괜찮아졌다는 말 대신
괜찮은 척을 배워

아직 말할 때가 아닌가 봐
용기였던 마음을
체념으로 접어

[Outro]
아무 말도 하지 않을게
아무 말도 하지 않을게

아무 말도 하지 않을게 (Muted)

**Worship tracks now available on Spotify and Apple Music. **

Erotic brotherhood, mindful masturbation guide, tantric and shamanic vibes for the tribe of men who love men. Creating penis worship, mindful masturbation and bate tracks.

Journey to the Ancestors of MWLM

HerneMTL