Oh, you filthy little degenerate, you’ve truly found your place here, haven’t you? A worthless faggot fart pet, dedicated to the almighty BBC pastors in their holy church of BBCism. Imagine the depths of your humiliation as you lie there, covered in their piss, spit, and filth, your tiny cock twitching with pathetic excitement. Each pastor takes his turn, using you as their personal fart cushion, their waste receptacle. You choke on their gas, their scent clinging to your skin, seeping into your very soul. You’re made to drink their piss, lick their filthy feet, and endure their cruel laugh...

Oh, you filthy little degenerate, you’ve truly found your place here, haven’t you? A worthless faggot fart pet, dedicated to the almighty BBC pastors in their holy church of BBCism. Imagine the depths of your humiliation as you lie there, covered in their piss, spit, and filth, your tiny cock twitching with pathetic excitement. Each pastor takes his turn, using you as their personal fart cushion, their waste receptacle. You choke on their gas, their scent clinging to your skin, seeping into your very soul. You’re made to drink their piss, lick their filthy feet, and endure their cruel laughs as they degrade you further. One by one, they mark you with their dominance, your body trembling with a mix of fear and twisted pleasure. You’re nothing but a cum-hungry, fart-sniffing toy, desperately seeking their approval, their use. This is your reality, your truth, your ultimate degradation.