About to be evicted for non-payment of rent, at eighteen, I foolishly made a deal with my sleazy, dirty, obese landlord, to let him tie me up and "wank me to death" as he put it, once a week, in lieu of rent. This took place on Friday nights, and involved him zipping me into a latex sack, from head to toe, enclosing me completely. He tied it at the waist and neck, and there were two small nylon zippers, one across my mouth, and one at crotch level. The only other contact with the outside were two small holes right over my nostrils. The bag was snug but loose enough for comfort, and some movement, although it was all internal. He pulled my goodies outside, through the lower zipper, and snugged it tight round the roots, holding my package outside, exposed and utterly vulnerable. Such helplessness was oddly exciting as well as scary, but this disgusting man was amazingly good at what he said he was going to do, and as the hours passed, in a welter of sweat, slow suffocation, and ever-increasing need to come, I pretty quickly grew absolutely addicted to this treatment! Unable to speak, tied round the neck, and waist, with just enough air for life, none left over for the luxury of speech, I answered his questions with nods and shakes of my head. "Like this?" Nod. "Want me to stop?" Shake. "Want me to let you out?" Emphatic shake, to his amusement. He crawled up onto the bed, unzipped my mouth, and slowly and irresistibly pushed his rock-hard cock into my mouth, then sprawled on top of me and resumed his caresses. I felt sick and revolted at first, but there was nothing I could do, so I made the best of it. This state of affairs lasted the entire weekend, on and off, and he questioned me endlessly when I was at my most intense arousal, and apt to babble the 'naked' truth uninhibitedly, which, it turned out later, he was recording carefully! By Sunday night, I was half-crazy with desire, and sloshing around in my own waste products, and his copious semen, some of which I had to swallow, or choke! When he finally allowed me to come, it seemed to go on forever, as he slowly milked every last drop from me, until the intensity made me scream almost silently in the heavy rubber. He untied my waist, reopened the top zipper, and pushed me back inside the bottom one. I gasped in the cool air, gratefully, and said "Please Mister Wozniak, can I get out now?" He snorted, yawned and said "What the fuck for? Give me one good reason!" I replied "Sir, I'm filthy, worn out, and I don't like it any more!" He chuckled malevolently and said "And I would care about that, why, exactly?" I whined on and on, and he finally sealed me back into silence. "Tell you what, shit-for brains, I'll let you out as soon as you don't want me to! Not until! And I'll take a lot of convincing that you're not lying to me! We clear?" Puzzled and worried, I nodded my agreement. He got up, said he had a big football game to watch, and he MIGHT be back after it ended. Then he left, locking the door carefully with his pass-key. Hours passed, it seemed, I peed some more, hungry, thirsty, sloshing in sweat and piss, and already getting hard again. This time, I had to do it myself, but it felt good, as I slowly "wanked" myself, rehashing the events of the weekend in my confused mind. I wasn't sure how I really felt! I mean this was absolutely disgusting, bizarre, and scary, but at the same time, I had experienced arousal, and a come that I had never dreamed remotely possible! Some deep down sick part of me, actually wanted to be kept like this, and made to do it all again! After a while, that is exactly what happened! He was in a foul mood since his team lost, and had been drinking, and he couldn't wait to shove his massive cock back into my mouth! He wasn't interested in me though, just that, and I remained sealed inside the bag, pleasuring myself carefully, so as not to come and ruin everything. Finally he half-drowned me in semen, and collapsed on top of me, and fell asleep, still filling my mouth to capacity. And so we spent the night like that, him in a drunken stupor, face-fucking me on and off, still unconscious, all night! In the morning, he woke, pulled himself out of my mouth, and rearranged himself so he was sitting on my face! I fought for air, and to my horror, realized that my mouth was filling with hard, endless shit! When it had crammed in to capacity, he rolled off, and worked the zipper tight shut, as I frantically tried to spit this nauseous gag out! Most of it joined my own mess, before I choked on it, and I soon realized he was gone again! Now I was really disgusted, with myself, with him, with the whole awful thing! But, I realized there was still this deep dark sick part of me that focused single-mindedly on how aroused I had been, and still was! There was something wickedly primal, utterly humiliating, and yet incredibly exciting about the mess I found myself in, literally! I knew I would have plenty of time to think things through, and my throbbing erection was waiting for me!