Endless relief...

You never do end up having to figure out why you love sucking sissy shafts and getting stud fucked so much when you are really a 100% straight stud on the inside. You never have to worry what happens when you can't bliss bomb your brain until you don't think about the inherent paradox of chasing after the thing that repulses you, because the pleasure that comes with the inner pain obliterates every last ounce of shame or self respect. You don't have to think about anything, you just have to look sexy and suck or fuck anything offered up to you.

And you do look sexy...a maddening minx in a clear plastic nurse's 'uniform' that always seems to be dropping pencils and having the damndest time finding it once you bend over and start swaying your ample, inviting ass to anyone that needs a check up. No one has the heart to tell you that they know you are too dick dumb to write a note even if you had a pencil, and no one can turn down such a cock craving sissy slut like you. Even people that come in for actual ailments end up filling one of your hungry holes with cum. Even Nurse Honey was surprised when you sucked off a convict being stitched up after a brutal shivving, but you weren't surprised when he let you.

When the clinic is slow, you always have Nurse Honey on hand to give you a colonoscopy with her sissy clit or a make you say 'AAAAH' before shoving her swollen shaft down your throatcunt. Even she is amazed, and a little alarmed, by your constant need to be filled with cocks and cum. Still, you only have to drop so many pencils before she loses control and pounds your spurt button until your mind melts.

The work days blur together, stud faces are interchangeable, and even when they make you shout their name, you forget it by the next patient. Back in the showers you are shared by countless sissies that love a bitch that won't say no to even the bottomest beta bimboi and never stops bucking back and sucking like your life depended on it, no matter how many bimboi bulges you bounce on. Your cell mate is who ever carries you back to her cell that night, fucking you into bed and into a deep, dreamless slumber.

It's like you have only been locked up for one, neverending day, and you spend almost every mindless minute of if flying free as a bird, soaring and spurting and sissygasming, emptying balls and being relieved in turn...of cravings constantly fulfilled...of regrets eternally swept away...of the weighty chains of responsibility and choice...all that remains is perfect pleasure...all day, every day, until...