Perfection

I now Know what perfection is - one captor is seated in a big fat leather armchair, with an eight inch erection, on which I am impaled, my legs wide apart, thighs over the chair arms, allowing me to be pivoted up and down easily...this guy is reaching around to give me the wanking of my life, without allowing a cum. I am confined in a leather strait-jacket, with a wicked sensory deprivation hood, the only opening in it being the zippered mouth, which is filled to near air-tightness by an endless succession of cocks, every one of which spurts cum down my throat, before being instantly replaced by the next one...this lasts for days, and I am constantly reassured that this is a VERY long-term arrangement, with multiple tormentors...