Head Fucked

You didn't know how long you'd been there that night. You were placed in a dark space with the heavy smell of manly musk trapped in your head. You knew it was caused by the thick wet rod taking up your entire space in your mouth, its rich taste filling your mind. Not to mention the countless other loads you'd taken that night. All you felt was the urge to take the current cock deeper, force it to cut off your breath as you tried to swallow it.

You felt fur on your forehead and rough hands around your shoulders, pulling your body forward onto the stiff member. You knew there was a man above you, using you how they wanted. You wanted the same thing too. Your nose was planted deep in his fuzzy bush, your breaths through it momentarily cut off as he pivoted back and forth, his shaft hitting the back of your throat each time. You loved every second he was inside you.

You had been trained to get it every night, constantly coming back, addicted. You didn't know when or why it began. It could have been from when you came here to meet with a hookup. They tied you up, using your mouth until your jaw was too sore to move, then finished fucking your head. They left you there to be used by anyone else who happened across you, your body prone to any predators. You had no option but to take each cock, no matter how rank it was. In the end you grew to love the smell and taste, and it wasn't until the end of the night you were set free.

Yet, you stayed there in your mind, wanting nothing more to go back and be used. To be nothing other than a tool to be spit and cum on, no purpose other than to exist. You loved it. You didn't need to think much back on this memory, happy you were able to live it every night. You didn't have many thoughts anymore either, much preferring your head to be filled with cock instead. You just existed in this dark space, used by whoever wanted to.