He thought he was in for a quick pleasure session, but the glory hole was a trap.
He was stuck in it.
His cock was on display and for the use of whomever.
Hours upon hours went by.
Days became weeks. Weeks became months.
He lost count of how many times he had cum already.
And it wouldn't stop, it would never stop.
His mind was slowly slipping away.
He was becoming a cock.
Nothing but a cock.
No mind. No will.
His only goal: to cum
Just a cock.