So,

true story about how I got abused in jail...

It didn't even take long for it to happen...

First day, they saw I was scared, so they made me suck everyone off in the shower, and during the night my three cellmates took turns fucking my ass... 

When we had to stay in our cells during the day there was always at least one of my celmates that wanted his dick sucked and even if none of them was horny, they made me lick their asses,

I also wasn't allowed to wear clothes in our cell nor was I allowed to stand up, so I've spend four months on my knees or on all fours, and at night when it was dark, they fucked my ass...

During showertime they made me go in first and come out last, so the whole cellblock would have a chance at a blowjob... And even during free time in the garden they made me sit next to the benches and suck dick...

My third day I tried to complain to one of the guards, but the answer was just "since you arrived everyone is more relaxed" so they just let it happen...

Lucky for me, it was only four months, but it was the longest four months in my life, my ass and mouth were constantly hurting... 

When my Wife came to visit, I got tears in my eyes and told her about it,
but she just replied with:
"Being the jail-cumdump is a promotion for you, my sweet little sissy bitch."
The tables around us heard this and started laughing...

I'm not sure, but pretty sure that she made it happen by contacting some inmates she knew,

because when it was time to go to jail, she hugged me, licked my ear
and whispered "have fun" in it...

And even now, years later, she still wants me to talk about it while she masturbates...

But to be honest, although I normally enjoy sucking dick,

being forced from the moment I woke up
(and they usually woke me up by ramming a cock down my throat)
untill the moment I fell asleep
(which wasn't save either, because I woke up almost every night, with a dick in my ass),
for four months in a row, was very traumatizing and I had to go to therapy for it afterwards...

But the shrink, she started asking for details more and more,

she told me I could only get over the trauma if I didn't left the details out,
so for example if I said "one guy held me down and a row of five would abuse me",
she was like "and what did they do?"
and then I answered "well they made me suck them off",
and she again "but in what way, remember, the details are important to get over your trauma" ,
me "the first one slapped my face with his cock before forcing it in my mouth
and while I was sucking it I had to jerk off two of the others...",
and then she again "details, details, how did they finish, what did you have to do?" ,
me "The first two made me swallow, the third one came allover my face
and I had to leave it there while I started sucking the last two simultaneously"...

And so on...

I was confident that talking about it in great detail would help me,

but then one day I was waaaay too early for my next session
and while I was sitting in the waitingroom I heard her talking on the phone:

"Yeah, I only have one patient left and then I'm finished for today" ,
"yeah, it's the funny one I told you about",

"yeah yeah, the cocksucker, hahaha",
" yeah I love it how red his face gets while he's telling me his adventures" ,

"no he's actually kind of skinny, yeah I know right,
you would think someone who swallowed that much cum would be a lot fatter, hahaha" ,

"no we're not even passed the second month, so there's still a lot more funny stories to come" ,
"of course I will bring the audiotapes, as promised" ,

"haha I know, it would be so funny if I could film our sessions,
the red face, the getting hard while he relives it, hahaha, what a bitch" ,

"yeah last time I made him talk about his life outside of jail and you know what,
his wife makes him suck cock too, hahahaha,
I know right, and when he cums he has to do it in his own mouth, hahahaha,
yeah, would love to see that",

"no, last time they got soaking wet,
so I just go pantyless for our sessions now, hahaha",
"no no, he's lying down and I'm sitting behind him, so he can't see me when I'm playing with it" ,

"but gotta go now, it's almost time",
"yeah, I will have fun, no doubt about it, hahaha" ,
"bye"...

So yeah, even my shrink thinks I'm a sissy bitch,
and after I told her about the phonecall
my Wife ordered me to keep on going and telling her as much details as possible.
So instead of going to get over my trauma,
I just go to entertain her...