It's a paradox! Male/male sex revolts me, but I have this compulsion to be tied up and masturbated to death by a group of older males of a sadistic turn of mind. I have this heavy latex sack, form-fitting, zipper up back, no openings other than a small zipper across my mouth, and another at my groin. It encloses me totally, and there is no way to escape from it, without help. I have a number of pretty cruel 'masters' singles and groups, and my entire life is spent in the total control of one or another single or group. My favorite group consists of six retired corrections officers, who share me, and occasionally take me home individually, for a weekend. My 'goodies' are hauled out the bottom zipper, which is then snugged round the roots, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Then begins the slow demonic orgasm delay or denial, as I slowly suffocate in the near-airtight latex, the upper zipper only ever opened when one or more of them want their cocks sucked, in an endless succession of penetrations which I hate, but can't avoid. Not even sure I hate it any more.....