Beneath the cleat lies the sock—damp, wrinkled, and clinging to the arch and toes. This is the intermediate stage of worship. Marcus often commands the Jock to press the sweat-soaked fabric against his face, forcing him to inhale the essence of his own hard work and victory. It is an act of humiliation that borders on reverence, a reminder that in this room, the Jock’s strength is secondary to Marcus’s desires.