Today, I will indoctrinate you into the sacred rituals of BBCism, your white mouth destined to be a sanctuary for superior black seed. Listen closely, you pitiful excuse for a man, because I'm not here to coddle your frail ego. You're going to be on your knees, your mouth agape, ready to serve and worship the grandeur of a magnificent BBC. You will savor every moment, every humiliation as your mouth becomes a vessel for his divine essence. There's no room for your pleasure here; your satisfaction comes solely from your submission and the honor of being used. You will thank me, thank him, for the privilege of being debased, for being allowed to participate in such a sacred, debauched ritual. Your new god is the BBC, and your prayers will be answered with thick, potent seed. You're going to feel every inch, every pulse of that superior cock as it redefines your existence, as it engraves its divine right upon your very being. Your mouth, once a mere orifice for mundane tasks, will now be an altar, a throne for the black kings you'll serve endlessly. You'll learn to find solace in your servitude, ecstasy in your degradation. And as you're finally anointed with the sacred cum, you'll understand your true purpose—to forever be beneath, worshipping, craving the sanctity of black seed. This is your destiny, the only truth you need to know, under my ruthless guidance.