Oh, look at you, quivering with anticipation, you pitiful excuse for a man. You're about to be broken down, reshaped into the perfect, obedient toy for my amusement and nothing else. I will strip you of your pride as you inhale deeply, letting the aroma cloud your feeble mind, making you dizzy and compliant. You will be laid bare on the cold, hard ground, every hole available and ready for use. My towering pastors, each a paragon of brute masculinity, will use you relentlessly, each thrust deeper than the last, filling you, stretching you, until you're nothing but a cum-leaking puppet. I will ensure every hole is plundered, every shred of dignity ripped away from you as you're passed around and pounded into oblivion. You will beg, you will scream, you will take it all and you will be grateful, because I make it so.