Is it already fist day?

You don't know how many days it has been since you last came...or ate...they haven't fed you since you arrived, and with only your cum to eat, you've never felt so hungry...horny...humiliated...hot.

After what feels like a week, you finally give into the tickle in your throat and the itch inside your ass. At first it's just a prodding poke in the back of your throat. You hesitate, worried you will set off your sensitive gag reflex, but it appears to have vanished along with your pride. In it's place, your tonsils have been given the sensitivity of a nympho's clit rubbed with molly. Before you can say 'yummphy', you've shoved four fingers down your throat and figure why not fold the thumb in and take the whole fist.

Sucking on your wrist, lungs burning to try to send oxygen to cool your bliss boiling brain, you explode estatically all over your wrist and face. You continue to deep throat your arm, sucking your cum off it like a stud's cock, giddy and giggling and glugging in an oxygen deprived stupor until you shoot off a second, smaller sissy spurt. You gasp for air and the cold air fills your lungs slowly but surely bringing you back to your senses. You are still you. Still,{fire 2} Dodger, a straight stud in a sissy's body. You are light headed due to a lack of food or water for at least for days, if not a week. That's the only reason you fellated your fist, and now that you are calm and a little fuller you can plan your next move.

Or you would be if your ass didn't itch so bad. Itch doesn't fully describe it though. More like an ache...or an emptiness. It's like it's an open wound, and you know just how to treat it. You don't even hesitate this time. You slide ever spit-slicked digit up your virgin asshole and don't stop pressing in until you hit your ass tonsils. Your prostate has been turned into an Oh Em Gee spot that pumps out whoremoans and sissytonin with every gentle graze of your feminine fingers. You start pounding it like a speed bag until you 'splode all over your lolling tongue and moaning lips.

You feel finally, fabulously fulfilled. You can finally think straight and figure out your next move. That is, after you beat the shit out of your sissy spot until coughs up more tasty loads and searing analgasms.

By the time you milk yourself dry, you have already slipped into your semen soaked slumber...