At eighteen, in my first apartment, hornier than hell, and not very attractive to girls, I was in a constant state of arousal and frustration, which masturbation barely allayed. There was a scroungy sort of guy down the hall, who used to bump into me now and again, and he usually said kind of mockingly "Hey junior, want me to tie you up and wank you to death?" Once I was sure what this word meant, I was embarrassed as hell, but my plight was so extreme, one Friday evening I drank a six pack for courage, and went and banged on his door, feeling scared, but excited too. "What?" was all he said. I pushed past him, and said "I'm here to take you up on your offer" before I realized he had company - an older version of him, probably his father. "Sorry!" I said and turned back to the door, but he blocked my exit, and said "Three's company!" with a knowing grin at the older man. "Strip!" he ordered, and I did so wondering if this was all a huge mistake! He went into a closet and emerged with an ancient 'mummy-bag' sleeping-bag dirty, stained, kind of raggedy, and the pair of them forced me into it, and zipped it up, then hauled on the draw-cords until the built-in hood shrank down tight, leaving only an opening about an inch wide, right at my mouth. These cords were wound several times round my neck and knotted, with the zipper tag caught in them. Turned out there was a hole right at my groin, and they pulled my goodies out through it, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. "Okay here we go!" he said mockingly, and fingers fondled, teased, tormented and tortured me mercilessly, for what must have been hours! Then they tossed me onto a bed, and one straddled me, and forced his swollen cock into my mouth, through the small opening in the hood, and made me suck it exactly to his wish. The teasing of my goodies went on endlessly, never enough to let me come, but enough to deaden all my inhibitions, as they took turns in my mouth. I had never imagined anything as hugely exciting as this, and I just wanted it to go on for ever! It actually went on all weekend, without any respite, as they took turns at both ends of me. Since then, I go there, from work, and straight into the smelly old bag, until it's time to clean up for work. I really look forward to three-day weekends, and I've lived with these guys for a year now! I am never going to stop, because I am thoroughly addicted to this now, and just live for another "fix"!