Jeremiah McPherson, Hallelujah's faithful assistant, watches from the corner, entranced by the sight of his mentor's massive cock. Hallelujah, lost in his own world, doesn't notice the younger man's gaze. He continues to worship his own body, his hands expertly working his shaft, his hips bucking in rhythm. Jeremiah can't help but reach into his own pants, his hand mirroring Hallelujah's movements. The room fills with the sound of their combined pleasure, a chorus of moans and the slick sound of flesh on flesh. As Hallelujah reaches his peak, Jeremiah follows suit, both men collapsing, spent and satisfied, in a shared moment of taboo bliss.