I will dominate and desecrate you in the name of the Church of BBCism, you pitiful thing. Kneel before your Pastor, expose your worthlessness to the world. You're about to worship the massive black cock that overshadows your existence. Your mouth will stretch to its limits, struggling to accommodate the girth of your new deity. Your hands, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, will massage his immense, powerful balls as you impale yourself on his shaft, a willing sacrifice on the altar of your own degradation. You are chosen, not for glory, but for humiliation—your body a temple for our relentless pleasure, your very being now an instrument of our will. As the holy semen fills you, marking you inside, remember your place as the white whore of our church, forever at the service of the sacred black members that demand daily worship. Your existence is now an endless cycle of service, your ass a communal vessel for our release, a proud whore draining our hefty balls. Touching the holy black cock is your blessing; draining it is your sacred mission.