Is it suckday already?!

You wake up hungrier, hornier, and hurtier than ever. You try sucking practically up to your elbow and sliding your other arm so far up your ass you felt like your fingers were about to touch, but still, not a dribble. It has you curled up, bawling like a baby and waiting for the sweet salvation of starvation or dreamy dehydration.

Then, as if the clouds parted, a God ray shines through, landing on eyes too long accustomed to darkness. It blinds you and illuminates the room at the same time. You crawl towards it, squinting with stretched out arms until you reach the slat in the door. You can't believe your luck. They must be finally feeding you. You reach out to grab the proffered meal, and it is warm and wanting, hard and hungry, and much more than a mouthful. You tell yourself the only reason you wrap your lips around the bulbous head is to see what kind of meat it is. You can't quite place the flavor, somehow familiar and forbidden at the same time, so you run your tongue up and down it to get a better taste.

By the time you are 98% sure you are sucking a cock, it's already hit the spurt button in the back of your throat and you are too far gone to care. There is just enough left of your tissue thin masculinity to tell yourself you will get back to thinking straight once you've finished milking your meal from this hunk of man meat, but despite spurting and sissygasming at least three or more times before it finally fills your mouth with stud seed, you can't help but crave more the moment it leaves your lips.

It's not that you're a sissy, mind you. You're still 99% percent straight, give 98% or so. It's just that stud spunk tastes so much better than your watery, whimpery sissy spurts, and a hard cock feels so much sizzlier stretching your throat than your tiny hand. 'Luckily' you do not have to wait for long for a new cock to replace your breakfast in the food slot. You tell yourself you need to catch up on your missed meals before you can think straight. A week or more full of skipped suppers adds up quick. You figure you need to suck at least a dozen or more to play catch up. Then you'll go back to being a mostly straight boi again.

Then again, counting hasn't been your strong suit lately, and immediately after slurping down a second serving of sticky sustenance, you find a third and fourth cock poking through the hole to fill your food slot. You aren't sure whether to count this as a double helping or two meals, so you decide to start over from one, just after you finish these two.

It doesn't help that the lack of oxygen and near constant climaxes have atrophied and cooked your bimboi brain until only your sissy stem is making decisions and it is falling back on its nursing instincts. You are fed and fed and fed like a good baby bitch, until they finally pull the final prick from your plump, pouting lips and leave you to the warm blanket of darkness. You slip away into another dreamless slumber, hoping winter will finally be over when you finish hibernating....

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