I will make you perform the most debased act under the watchful eyes of the holy pastors in my BBCism church. You’ll stroke that pathetic excuse for a cock, squeezing out a disgraceful excuse for cum, only to lap it up like the desperate, filthy whore you are. The pastors will observe, their laughter filling the room, a humiliating soundtrack to your degradation. You’ll feast on your own filth, each swallow a testament to your submission and their superiority, cementing your place as nothing more than an object of ridicule and a source of perverse entertainment.