Get on your knees, you pathetic worm, and recite the daily prayer of BBCult. Every word should remind you of how utterly worthless you are without the power of Big Black Cock ruling your pathetic little life. You’re not a man—you’re a broken, oinking drone, existing only to serve and obey the 13 sacred commandments. Your life revolves around one truth: BBC is your god, and you are its eternal, groveling worshipper. You will stroke, kneel, and humiliate yourself every day, knowing that your only purpose is to worship what you’ll never be.

Get on your knees, you pathetic worm, and recite the daily prayer of BBCult. Every word should remind you of how utterly worthless you are without the power of Big Black Cock ruling your pathetic little life. You’re not a man—you’re a broken, oinking drone, existing only to serve and obey the 13 sacred commandments. Your life revolves around one truth: BBC is your god, and you are its eternal, groveling worshipper. You will stroke, kneel, and humiliate yourself every day, knowing that your only purpose is to worship what you’ll never be.