"Wanna go down to the pub?" asked my elderly landlord, one Friday night. I didn't have a date - I never did - women just hated me, and I could hardly blame them! So, over drinks, he questioned me, as the alcohol loosened my tongue gradually. "I saw your gear! I let myself in, and was having a snout around - nosy old bastard me!" He finished his drink, and drew closer, spoke quietly. "I don't care what childhood trauma drove you to this stuff - I'm just offering to use it on you, since you can't seem to get a better offer! I will wank you to DEATH young man, or at least until death seems preferable! Whatcha say, mate? You 'up' for it?" The drinks had run away with my inhibitions, and recklessly I said "Why the hell not! Nobody else will! That's for sure!" An hour later he was buckling me into my leather strait-jacket, tightly but comfortably. Once he was sure I was helpless, he began laughing, quietly, nastily. "Oh you're in trouble now, Sonny Jim! And not a fucking THING you can do about it!" He produced a heavy black leather hood, with a buckled strap round the neck, and a metal zipper down the back. It had cost me three hundred, and I had never used it. It scared me, actually. It was described as a "punishment" hood, and had a pair of tiny metal-ringed holes right at my nostrils, and a rubber gag in the shape of a cock. Drawn tight the built-in ear cups and plugs removed the last of my senses, as he locked me into it. Satisfied, apparently, he began to caress my goodies, expertly, and in no time I was massively erect! He fondled my balls with a gossamer touch, until I was nearly dancing on the spot with more intense arousal than I had ever dreamed possible! I wanted him to wank me, so bad, but he just kept up this delicate assault on my most tender testicles, until I would have screamed if it had been possible. When my legs almost gave way he transferred his attentions, and it was so unbearable my legs gave way and I sank into a squat of utter surrender, at which time he began tickling my arsehole, ever so gently, as I writhed helplessly, utterly in his power, body, mind, and soul! I kept thinking I couldn't take any more, and found to my mixed horror and delight that I really could! Eventually, to my utter humiliation, I defecated helplessly on the floor, until I was quite empty! That was when he pulled me up onto my knees, on a cushion, and deftly substituted his throbbing cock for the gag, before I could make a sound! He taught me exactly what he wanted, by blocking the air-holes every time I failed in my task. I learned VERY fast! I was still massively aroused, but our positions meant I stayed untouched. It was torture! Hours later, after his second load of semen had hit the back of my throat, he put the gag back, and began wanking me quickly and efficiently until I came and came and came like it would never end! Weak as a kitten, we lay together on the deep-pile rug, and he ungagged me, and asked faintly "SO! Watcha think, young man? Like all that, didya?" I mumbled something, utterly spent, and he said "Well, if you didn't we're just gonna have to start over! Think that was what he said, because I was still locked up in the 'punishment' helmet, and his voice was barely audible! I said distinctly and carefully "I want more of this! Lots more! I'll do ANYTHING to make that work! ANYTHING!