The plan comes together perfectly.
It's Friday evening when I knock on the Richardson's door, Bible tucked under my arm, wearing my most innocent smile. Mrs. Richardson answers, looking exhausted.
"Jordan! What a nice surprise."
"Hi, Mrs. Richardson. I was wondering if Michael and Marcus might be interested in a special youth prayer retreat tonight? Just us young people, really diving deep into scripture together. I know how important faith is to your family, and I thought it would be a great way for the buddies to reconnect spiritually."
Her face lights up despite her obvious fatigue. "Oh Jordan, that's so thoughtful of you. The boys would love that. And actually, Lukas just got home from boarding school today too—all three of my son's lifelong buddies under one roof! Maybe he could join you?"
"That would be perfect," I say, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Wonderful. We're absolutely exhausted from the week, so we'll probably turn in early. You boys can use the basement—there's the prayer corner down there with all the crosses and Bibles. Perfect for what you have in mind."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Richardson. We'll be very... devoted."
An hour later, the four of us descend into the basement. The parents have already gone to bed upstairs, the house quiet except for our footsteps on the stairs.
The basement is perfect. In the corner, the dedicated prayer space glows with flickering candlelight—Mrs. Richardson must have lit them earlier. Multiple wooden crosses adorn the walls, their shadows dancing in the warm light. Shelves lined with old family Bibles surround a small wooden altar. Religious paintings of angels and saints watch over us. The large sectional couch sits nearby, and thick blankets are spread across the floor.
Michael bounds down the stairs first, his massive frame barely contained in a tight white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His gold cross glints at his throat. "This is gonna be so cool! A prayer circle with my buddies and my best bro Jordan!"
Marcus follows, even bigger than Michael, his muscles straining against a tank top. His identical gold cross catches the candlelight. "Yeah, man. I've been wanting to get more spiritual lately. This is perfect."
Then comes Lukas—the youngest of the group, just turned eighteen, home from boarding school. He's leaner than his buddies but still muscular, with the same golden-brown hair and warm eyes. And that ass—fuck, that perfect bubble butt straining against his tight jeans. When our eyes meet, I see the same calculating intelligence I possess. He knows exactly what this is.
"Hey Jordan," Lukas says, his voice smooth.
We settle into the prayer corner, sitting in a circle on the thick blankets. I open one of the old Bibles, flipping to a random passage.
"Let's start with scripture about brotherly love," I say. "About laying on of hands. About anointing."
Michael and Marcus nod eagerly, their faces earnest and open.
I read a few verses, then close the Bible. "You know, in biblical times, they would anoint each other with oil. It was a sacred practice. A way of blessing the body that God gave us."
"That's really cool," Michael says. "I never thought about it like that."
"We should try it," I suggest casually. "Really connect spiritually. But first, we should remove our shirts—the anointing works best on bare skin. We need to honor the muscles God blessed us with."
Marcus looks uncertain for a moment, then shrugs. "I guess that makes sense. Like, we're all guys here. And it's for spiritual purposes."
"Exactly," Lukas says, already pulling his shirt off. His lean torso is revealed, smooth and defined. "It's about being vulnerable before God. And each other."
Michael grins and yanks his shirt over his head. His massive pecs bounce free, those huge pillowy slabs of muscle with puffy pink nipples already hardening in the cool basement air. His gold cross dangles between them, swinging slightly.
Marcus follows suit, and I have to suppress a groan. His chest is even more impressive—two enormous mounds of firm muscle, glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat from the warm basement. His pecs are so big they cast shadows on his perfect abs. His gold cross rests in the deep cleft between them.
I remove my own shirt slowly, watching their eyes track over my body. Then I reach for the massage oil I brought—the same oil I've used before.
"This is holy anointing oil," I lie smoothly. "Blessed by the church. We'll use it to anoint each other's chests, to bless the muscles God gave us."
I pour oil into my palms, rubbing them together. The scent fills the air—sweet and slightly musky. Then I move to Michael, kneeling in front of him.
"Close your eyes," I murmur. "Feel God's presence."
Michael obeys, his face peaceful. I place my oiled hands on his massive pecs.
His skin is warm and firm beneath my palms, the muscle thick and responsive. I start massaging slowly, spreading the oil across his chest, feeling every ridge and valley of muscle. His nipples harden further under my touch, and I circle them with my thumbs.
Michael's breath hitches. "That feels... really good, bro."
Lukas catches on immediately. He pours oil into his own hands and moves to Marcus. "Let me anoint you, buddy. Let me bless this incredible body God gave you."
Marcus closes his eyes as Lukas's hands spread across his enormous pecs. "Wow... that's... that's really intense."
We work in silence for a few minutes, just the sound of our hands sliding over oiled muscle, the buddies' increasingly heavy breathing, the candles flickering.
Then I pour more oil—a lot more. I drench Michael's chest until it's gleaming, oil running down his abs, pooling in the ridges of muscle. Lukas does the same to Marcus.
"Now," I say, my voice low and commanding, "you two need to kneel facing each other. Press your chests together. Let your anointed bodies connect."
Michael and Marcus obey without question, kneeling on the blankets, facing each other. They're so close their knees touch.
"Closer," Lukas urges. "Press your pecs together. Really feel the connection."
They lean in, and their massive oiled chests meet with a wet slap.
The sight is incredible. Their enormous pecs squish together, the firm flesh compressing, oil squelching between them. The deep cleavage between each set of pecs creates a canyon of glistening muscle. Their gold crosses dangle and swing, clinking together softly.
"Oh wow," Michael breathes. "This feels... really holy."
"It's the anointing," Marcus agrees, his voice strained. "I can feel it. Like... like God's love between us."
Lukas and I exchange a look. Then we move in.
I drop to my knees in front of them, my face level with their pressed-together chests. The smell of oil and masculine sweat fills my nostrils. I can see their pecs heaving with each breath, the muscle rippling, the oil catching the candlelight.
"Let me worship this blessing," I murmur, and bury my face between their pecs.
The sensation is overwhelming. Warm, slick muscle surrounds my face on both sides. I motorboat them shamelessly, shaking my head back and forth, feeling their firm flesh jiggle against my cheeks. The oil tastes slightly sweet on my tongue as I lick the deep valley between their pressed-together chests.
Michael moans. "Oh fuck—I mean—oh gosh—Jordan, what are you—"
"Worshipping," I mumble against their skin. "This is how we honor God's creation."
Lukas moves to the side, his mouth finding Marcus's left pec. He sucks the puffy nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it, his teeth grazing gently.
Marcus gasps. "That's—that's really intense—is this—is this normal for prayer circles?"
"Absolutely," Lukas says, pulling off the nipple with a wet pop. "It's in the scripture. 'Taste and see that the Lord is good.' We're tasting His blessings."
I move to Michael's right pec, my mouth closing around his puffy pink nipple. It's hard and responsive, and when I suck hard, Michael's whole body shudders.
"Jordan—bro—that feels so good—"
I suck harder, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, my tongue flicking rapidly. My hands come up to squeeze his pecs, kneading the firm muscle, feeling it flex and ripple under my touch.
Lukas is doing the same to Marcus, his mouth working the massive pec, his hands groping and squeezing. The wet sounds of sucking fill the basement, mixing with the buddies' increasingly desperate moans.
I pull back and slap Michael's pec hard. The firm flesh jiggles, rippling with the impact, and the sound echoes in the basement—a meaty thwack.
"Fuck!" Michael yelps. "That—that stung—but it felt—"
I slap it again, harder. Then the other one. Back and forth, watching his massive pecs bounce and jiggle with each impact, the oil making them gleam.
Lukas follows my lead, slapping Marcus's enormous chest. The bigger buddy groans, his head falling back.
"Is this—is this part of the anointing?" Marcus asks, his voice strained.
"Yes," I say firmly, slapping Michael's pecs again. "We're awakening the skin. Making it receptive to God's love."
I bury my face between their pecs again, this time licking up the center, tasting oil and sweat and salt. My tongue traces the gold chains of their crosses, following them down into the deep cleavage. I take both crosses into my mouth, sucking on the metal, tasting the warmth from their skin.
"He's—he's licking our crosses," Michael says, sounding awed. "That's so holy."
I pull the crosses with my teeth, tugging them, watching the chains tighten against their necks. Then I let them drop, the metal clinking together, swinging between their pressed-together pecs.
Lukas moves to the other side, and now we're both motorboating them from different angles. Our faces meet in the middle, in that deep valley of muscle, and we kiss briefly—a filthy, oil-slicked kiss—before returning to worshipping the massive chests.
The buddies are moaning constantly now, their bodies trembling. I can see their cocks straining against their sweatpants, huge bulges pressing against the fabric.
"Your pecs are so perfect," I moan against Michael's skin. "So big and firm. God really blessed you."
"Thank you," Michael pants. "I work really hard on them. For—for God's glory."
"Bounce them for me," I command, pulling back slightly. "Show me how strong they are."
Michael and Marcus pull apart slightly, their chests separating with a wet squelch. Then they flex, and their pecs bounce—once, twice, three times. The massive muscles jump and ripple, oil flying off them in droplets, their crosses swinging wildly.
"Fuck yes," Lukas groans. "Again. Keep bouncing them."
They obey, their faces showing that dumb, eager-to-please expression. Their pecs bounce rhythmically, the flesh jiggling, the muscle flexing. It's obscene and beautiful.
I lean in and bite Michael's nipple hard.
He cries out, his back arching. "Oh god—Jordan—that's—"
"That's devotion," I murmur, soothing the bite with my tongue. "That's worship."
Lukas bites Marcus's nipple too, and the bigger buddy moans loud—too loud.
We all freeze.
Footsteps above us. Mrs. Richardson's voice, muffled: "Boys? Everything okay down there?"
Michael's eyes go wide with panic. But I just grin and keep my hand on his oiled chest.
"Answer her," I whisper. "Tell her we're praying."
"We're—we're fine, Mom!" Michael calls up, his voice only slightly strained. "Just really deep in prayer!"
"That's wonderful, sweetie! Don't stay up too late!"
Her footsteps retreat.
Michael lets out a shaky breath. "That was close."
"That was hot," Lukas corrects, grinning wickedly. "Now let's move to the altar."
The small wooden altar sits in the corner, barely big enough for one person. But I have plans.
"Michael, Marcus—sit on the altar. Side by side."
They obey, their massive bodies crowding the small space. Their oiled chests are still heaving, their nipples hard and red from our attention. Their cocks are straining obscenely against their sweatpants.
"Now," I say, kneeling in front of Michael, "we need to anoint every part of you. Every muscle God blessed you with."
I hook my fingers into his sweatpants and pull them down.
His cock springs free—massive, thick, already rock hard. Ten inches of thick meat, the head dark and swollen, pre-cum leaking steadily from the slit. His balls hang heavy and full.
"Jordan—" Michael starts, but I cut him off.
"This is a muscle too," I say, wrapping my hand around his shaft. "The most important muscle. It needs anointing. It needs worship."
Beside me, Lukas has freed Marcus's cock. It's even bigger—twelve inches of thick, veiny meat, the shaft pulsing with his heartbeat.
"Is this—is this okay?" Marcus asks, his voice uncertain. "I mean, we're all guys, and it's for spiritual purposes, but—"
"It's more than okay," I assure him, stroking Michael's cock slowly. "This is sacred. This is how we truly connect with God's creation."
I lean forward and lick the underside of Michael's cock, from base to tip. The taste is salty and masculine, pre-cum coating my tongue. Michael gasps, his hands flying to grip the altar.
Lukas does the same to Marcus, his tongue tracing the thick veins running along the massive shaft.
Then we take them into our mouths.
I open wide, stretching my jaw around Michael's fat cockhead. It fills my mouth immediately, heavy and hot on my tongue. I suck gently, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head, dipping into the slit to taste the steady flow of pre-cum.
Michael moans loud, his head falling back. "Oh fuck—oh god—Jordan—your mouth—"
I take more, sliding down the thick shaft. Inch by inch, feeling it fill my mouth, press against the back of my throat. I relax, breathe through my nose, and take it deeper.
The head hits my throat and I gag slightly. Tears spring to my eyes. But I push through, taking more, feeling my throat stretch around him.
Beside me, Lukas is doing the same to Marcus. The wet sounds of gagging and sucking fill the basement—gluck gluck gluck as we work the massive cocks.
I pull off to breathe, gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to Michael's cock. Then I dive back down, taking him even deeper. My nose presses against his pelvis, his cock buried completely in my throat.
Michael's hands come to my hair, petting me gently. "You're so good at this, bro. So good at... at worshipping."
I pull off again, stroking his spit-slicked cock with both hands. "That's what friends do. We worship each other's blessings."
His balls are heavy and full, hanging low. I lean down and take one into my mouth, sucking gently, rolling it on my tongue. Michael whimpers.
Lukas pulls off Marcus's cock with a wet pop. "Michael, Marcus—you should kiss. Share your love for Jesus and each other. Like true buddies in Christ."
Marcus nods slowly. "I guess... I mean, if it's in the Bible..."
They lean toward each other. Their lips meet—tentative at first, just a soft press. Then Michael opens his mouth, and their tongues slide together.
The sight is incredible. Two massive, beautiful men kissing deeply, their oiled chests pressing together again, their gold crosses tangling. Their tongues are visible, sliding and twisting, exploring each other's mouths.
"Fuck yes," Lukas groans, and takes Marcus's cock back into his mouth.
I do the same with Michael, sucking hard, my head bobbing rapidly. The buddies are kissing above us, moaning into each other's mouths, while we worship their cocks below.
Michael's cock throbs in my mouth, leaking more pre-cum. I can feel his balls tightening, drawing up. He's getting close.
I pull off quickly. "Not yet. We have more worship to do."
I stand, pulling Michael up with me. Lukas does the same with Marcus. Now all four of us are standing, the buddies' massive cocks jutting out, hard and leaking.
"Lukas," I say, "get your cock out."
He grins and strips quickly, revealing his own impressive cock—not as big as his buddies', but thick and hard, about eight inches. His bubble butt is perfect, round and firm.
"Now," I command, "you three stand in a circle. Close together. Press your cocks together."
They obey, forming a tight triangle. Michael, Marcus, and Lukas press close, their three hard cocks meeting in the middle. The sight is obscene—three thick shafts rubbing together, pre-cum mixing, the heads sliding against each other.
"Oh wow," Michael breathes. "This feels... really intense."
"It's the Holy Trinity," I say, dropping to my knees in front of them. "Three becoming one. The ultimate spiritual connection."
I lean forward and try to take all three cockheads into my mouth at once.
It's impossible—they're too thick—but I try anyway. My mouth stretches obscenely, my jaw aching, as I lick and suck at the three heads pressed together. Spit flows freely, coating all three cocks, dripping down the shafts.
"Jordan—fuck—" Marcus groans.
I pull back and spit—a thick glob of saliva that lands on their pressed-together cocks. Then I use both hands to stroke all three at once, my fingers barely able to wrap around the combined thickness.
"Kiss," I command, looking up at them. "All three of you. Share God's love."
They lean in, and their mouths meet in a three-way kiss. Tongues sliding together, lips pressing, the wet sounds mixing with my stroking. Their massive oiled pecs are pressed together, six huge mounds of muscle squishing and rubbing. Their gold crosses are tangled together, clinking softly.
I worship their cocks from below, licking up and down the shafts, sucking on their balls, taking each cockhead into my mouth in turn. Above me, they're making out desperately, their hands roaming over each other's oiled bodies.
"This is so holy," Michael moans between kisses. "I feel so close to God right now."
"That's because you are," Lukas says, his voice husky. "This is divine love. This is sacred."
I stand up, my own cock achingly hard in my pants. "Now it's time for the true anointing. The deepest blessing."
I strip quickly, revealing my bubble butt. All three buddies stare, their eyes glazing over.
"We're going to share God's love in the most intimate way," I say, pouring more oil over my ass, letting it run down my crack. "We're going to connect our bodies completely. Become one in Christ."
"How?" Marcus asks, his voice strained.
I turn around, bending over slightly, presenting my oiled ass. "You're going to enter me. Fill me with your blessing. Plant your holy seed inside me."
"This is what teammates do. What buddies do. You're not breaking your purity pledge—you're honoring it by staying away from women and bonding with your buddies instead."
The logic is insane, but they buy it. I can see it in their faces—the confusion clearing, replaced by eager acceptance.
"Okay," Michael says. "If it's holy... if it's for God..."
"It is," I assure him. "Now come here. Let me feel your blessing."
Michael moves behind me, his massive cock pressing against my oiled hole. The head is so thick, stretching me as he pushes forward slowly.
"Oh fuck," he groans. "You're so tight—it's like—like the Holy Spirit is hugging my cock—"
I push back, taking more of him. The stretch is intense, burning, but I breathe through it. Inch by inch, his massive cock slides into me.
"That's it," I moan. "Fill me with your blessing. Give me your holy cock."
Michael pushes deeper, his hands gripping my hips. "This feels so good—is this—is this what God's love feels like?"
"Yes," Lukas says, moving beside us. "That's exactly what it is."
Michael bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass. He's so deep I can feel him in my stomach. He stays still for a moment, overwhelmed.
"Now move," I command. "Thrust. Share your blessing through movement."
Michael pulls back slowly, then pushes in again. The drag of his cock against my inner walls is incredible. He establishes a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts, his massive body working.
"Oh god," he moans. "This is amazing—you're so warm inside—so tight—"
"That's because you're blessed," I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Your cock is perfect. Made for this."
Lukas moves to the couch, bending over the arm, presenting his own bubble butt. "Marcus, I need your blessing too. Fill me with your holy seed."
Marcus moves behind him immediately, his huge cock pressing against Lukas's hole. He pushes in with one smooth thrust, and Lukas cries out.
"Fuck yes—so big—stretch me with your blessing—"
Now both buddies are fucking us, their massive bodies working, their oiled muscles flexing and rippling in the candlelight. The sounds are obscene—wet slapping of skin, our moans, their grunts, the squelch of oil and pre-cum.
Michael's thrusts get harder, faster. His grip on my hips is bruising. "Jordan—bro—this is so intense—I feel so close to you—so close to God—"
"That's it," I moan. "Give me everything."
He obeys, pounding into me now. His balls slap against my ass with each thrust, his cock driving deep, hitting my prostate over and over. Pleasure shoots through my body.
Across the room, Marcus is doing the same to Lukas, his huge cock stretching the younger buddy's hole. Lukas is moaning like a whore, pushing back to meet each thrust.
"Your cock is so perfect, Marcus—so thick—breed me—fill me with your holy cum—"
"I will," Marcus pants. "I'll give you my blessing—my seed—"
Suddenly, footsteps above us again. Heavier this time. Mr. Richardson's voice: "Boys? What's all that noise?"
We all freeze. Michael is still buried inside me, his cock throbbing. Marcus is balls-deep in Lukas.
"Answer him," I hiss at Michael. "Stay calm."
"We're—we're just—" Michael's voice is strained, breathless. "We're doing some intense prayer exercises, Dad! Really physical worship!"
A pause. Then: "Well, keep it down. Your mother's trying to sleep."
"Sorry, Dad!"
The footsteps retreat.
Michael lets out a shaky laugh. "That was so close—"
"Don't stop," I command. "Keep fucking me. Harder."
He obeys immediately, his hips snapping forward. The risk, the near-discovery, makes it even hotter. He's pounding me now, his massive cock stretching me, filling me, claiming me.
I reach back and grab his pec, squeezing the firm muscle. "Your chest is so perfect. So big. Let me worship it."
Michael leans forward, pressing his oiled chest against my back. I can feel his pecs, warm and firm, his gold cross pressing into my skin. I reach back and pinch his nipple hard.
He gasps, his cock throbbing inside me. "Oh fuck—that's—that's so good—"
Across the room, Lukas is reaching back to play with the bigger buddy's massive pecs while getting railed.
"Your tits are incredible," Lukas moans. "So huge—so firm—I love feeling them bounce against me while you breed me—"
"Breed?" Marcus sounds confused but doesn't stop thrusting. "Is that—is that a holy term?"
"Yes," Lukas gasps. "It means to plant your seed. To fill me with your blessing. To make me yours in Christ."
"Oh," Marcus says, his thrusts getting harder. "Then I'm gonna breed you so good, buddy. Gonna fill you with my holy seed."
Michael pulls out of me suddenly, and I whimper at the loss. But then he's pulling me toward the shelves of Bibles.
"I want to try something," he says, his eyes glazed with lust. "Something really holy."
He grabs one of the old family Bibles, opening it to a random page. Then he presses it against his oiled chest, the pages sticking to his skin.
"Bond with me while I hold the Bible," he says. "Make it really sacred."
I grin wickedly. "Turn around. Bend over."
Michael obeys, bending over, his massive ass presented. The Bible is still pressed against his chest, held there by one hand. His other hand braces against the shelf.
I move behind him, my cock pressing against his hole.
"Wait—" Michael starts. "You're gonna—"
"I'm going to bless you," I say firmly. "Fill you with my seed. That's what buddies do. We take turns blessing each other."
"Oh," Michael says, his voice small. "Okay. If it's holy..."
I push in slowly. He's so tight, his hole resisting at first. But I'm patient, working my cock in inch by inch. Michael whimpers, his body trembling.
"Relax," I murmur. "Accept the blessing. Let God's love enter you."
Michael takes a shaky breath and relaxes. My cock slides in deeper, stretching him, filling him. When I bottom out, he moans loud.
"Oh god—I'm so full—is this—is this what I was doing to you?"
"Yes," I groan, starting to thrust. "This is the blessing. This is holy love."
I fuck him slowly at first, letting him adjust. The Bible is still pressed against his chest, the pages crinkling with each thrust. I reach around and grab his pecs, squeezing them, feeling them bounce with each impact of my hips.
"Read from the Bible," I command. "Read while I bless you."
Michael's voice is shaky as he reads: "For God so loved the world—oh fuck—that he gave—gave his only—oh god Jordan—his only begotten son—"
I thrust harder, my cock driving deep. "Keep reading."
"That whosoever—whosoever believeth in him—fuck that's so deep—should not perish—oh god—but have everlasting life—"
"Amen," I groan, pounding into him now. "You're taking my blessing so well. Such a good buddy in Christ."
Across the room, Marcus has pulled out of Lukas and is now being ridden by the younger buddy. Lukas is bouncing on Marcus's huge cock, his own cock flopping with each movement.
"Your cock is so perfect," Lukas moans. "So thick—stretching me so good—"
Marcus grabs another Bible, pressing it against Lukas's chest. "Hold this. Make it sacred."
Lukas takes the Bible, holding it against his chest while he rides Marcus's cock. The sight is blasphemous and beautiful—the holy book pressed against his skin while he's impaled on his buddy's massive cock.
"Read," Marcus commands, his hands gripping Lukas's hips.
Lukas's voice is breathless: "The Lord is my shepherd—fuck yes—I shall not want—oh god your cock—he maketh me to lie down—lie down in green pastures—"
"You're so tight," Marcus groans. "Your hole is squeezing my cock like—like it's praying—"
"It is praying," Lukas gasps. "Praying for your seed. Praying to be filled with your blessing."
I'm close now, my balls tightening. Michael's hole is gripping my cock perfectly, his body accepting my blessing. I reach around and stroke his massive cock, feeling it throb in my hand.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn. "Gonna fill you with my seed."
"Do it," Michael moans. "Bless me. Make me yours in Christ."
I slam in one final time and explode. My cock pulses, shooting load after load deep inside Michael's virgin hole. The pleasure is overwhelming, my whole body shaking.
"Oh fuck," Michael gasps. "I can feel it—so warm—so much—"
I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak out of his stretched hole. Then I grab more oil and pour it over his ass, mixing with my cum.
"Now you're truly anointed," I say. "Inside and out."
We switch positions multiple times over the next hour. Marcus fucks me while I suck Michael's cock. Lukas rides Michael while Marcus fucks his throat. I fuck Lukas while he makes out with Michael. Every combination, every position, all of us slick with oil and cum and sweat.
The buddies are in heaven, their faces showing pure bliss. They're moaning constantly, their massive bodies working, their cocks never softening.
"This is the best prayer circle ever," Michael pants at one point, his cock buried in my throat. "I feel so close to God. So close to all of you."
"We should do this every Sunday," Marcus agrees, his cock pounding into Lukas. "Make it a regular thing. A sacred tradition."
I grin, running my hand over Michael's cum-covered chest. "That sounds perfect, buddy. Spread the blessing. Share God's love."
"Best prayer circle ever," Michael sighs contentedly, his eyes closing.
We lie there in the candlelight, four bodies tangled together, covered in oil and cum and sweat, surrounded by crosses and Bibles and the trappings of faith we've so thoroughly corrupted.