Two guys rent the other half of my duplex, who turned out to be gay. I was a bit homophobic, and was a little uncomfortable around them. Then one day to cut a long story short, they found me wearing a heavy latex sensory-deprivation hood, locked in place, and they got to the keys before I could, and began teasing me, one fondling me while the other had arms round me, from the back, pinning my arms at my side. To nobody's surprise but mine, I was quickly massively erect, after which they teased tormented and tortured me for hours, never letting me come, until I was half-insane with need to come. They were just getting started though, and quickly tied my almost unresisting hands behind my back, and resumed the torment. This went on all weekend, with spells of solitary confinement, shut up in a tiny triangular corner closet, knowing that they would return sooner or later, and the torment would resume. I had plenty of time to think about my position, and it dawned on me slowly that I didn't know what I had been missing! We came to an agreement that they could live rent-free, in return for keeping me a prisoner in my own house, and visiting me regularly. Eventually the mother of one of them was introduced to me, and liked what she saw, so she moved in with me, permanently, and things went from bad to worse, confinement-wise. She fed me Viagra, and used me endlessly for her own pleasure, some of which obviously rubbed off on me. This arrangement has been in force for five years now, and shows no signs of coming to an end. I am enormously fulfilled, and bless the day they originally found me in a compromising position, and took maximum advantage of it!