Didn't See That Coming...

The nerdy intellectual next door, was slim, with a weak chin and heavy glasses, and a haughty manner about him...we had a nodding aqquaintence, and I was aware of his poorly hidden interest in what I assumed was my healthy hormone-laden body, and that knowledge was very flattering, since I was in the same throes myself, and willing to think outside the box - or inside the bag, as the case soon became...

"You should let me put you in this nasty escape-proof bag, and in return I'll - to use the popular vernacular - 'wank you to DEATH!' - doesn't that sound good? I cvan see by the growing bulge in your sweatpants, that it does indeed! So, here, or your place? I know your parents are on an extended sea-cruise they won, so there will be no rescue for you, and you WILL do exactly what I tell you to...aaah...the bulge is getting bigger! Hormones tell no lies, I'm assured, by research..."

Oddly receptive to this new and exciting prospect, I obediently shed my sweatys, and naked and shivering a little, I stood there and allowed him to toss the heavy rubber-lined rip-stop nylon bag, over my head, and fall rustling loudly to the floor, enclosing me totally, and pretty scarily! He produced some heavy cord, and tied it tightly round my neck, and waist, trapping my arms in a loose folded position, and witholding so much air, I was suddenly reduced to a muffled 'mmmmmmmfff' sound as the slick rubber lining was pulled tight to my face and head, now totally reliant on the two small metal-ringed holes at my nostrils.

Then soft fingers pulled my entire package outside, through another approprately placed zipper, which was then snugged tightly down around my roots, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to the endless torment that became torture, as I was carefully denied the "happy ending" I had read about so much...this strange guy had obviously done a LOT of this before, and was very very good at it! As I writhed and bucked helplessly in the sweat-drenched rubber, he remarked dryly
"I suppose you think this will end when I finally allow you to ejaculate! Well, think again...I know you're alone for the next three weeks, and apart from my presence, that will continue to be the case, as I drive you out of your tiny mind, mercilessly, while studying your reactions for a college paper I'm involved in! Who knows, I might even bring home a couple of fellow-researchers to speed up the process, and poor fool that you are, there's not a damnn thing you can do about it! "How COOL is that!(As they say these days} "

I wasn't sure how I felt about this prospect, but it was in someone else's hands - literally!