A Hole's Worth

the worthless hole didn't really think about itself very much.
there wasn't much really for it to think about. or much for it to think with.

but a Man gave it a command, and the stupid, worthless hole obeyed. the hole lubricated itself while it obeyed, naturally.

if the hole wasn't *all* the way empty, it really put an effort into getting empty; it needed to show how stupid and worthless it still was, after all these years.

years. years of not being treated as anything of value except as a place to shove a cock and dump loads of cum inside. it had no value; it was like a human-shaped condom - disposable.

the hole was really good at obeying and it was really good at nodding its empty head while agreeing at whatever orders it was given. it nodded its head even better if there was a cock in front of its face.

Cocks gave the hole purpose. it floated from cock to cock just seeking those brief moments of fulfilling its purpose, getting those tiny expressions of praise from the men who used it.

the hole had been conditioned to get more and more aroused when it degraded itself, but it never seemed enough. the hole can always go lower. it can always sink deeper. it needed to go deeper.

the hole drooled, stupidly. it was empty again.

finally, there's no more...

no more... um... something.

did the hole used to have a name?

hole almost giggles around the cock in it's throat.

what a silly thought.

hole continues being as close to useful as it possibly can, and gets it's throat filled by cock some more.