At Daddys Bondage Boys, the electro therapy continues until the doctor decides a more internal approach is required. Getting the captive on his knees, he gives the tight arsehole a through going over before getting a sperm sample for analysis.
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Title of this shoot: Dr Wilcock Is In Part 2
By Mister-Spartan
Ryan and Walt were in bed. Ryan was tightly enclosed in his favorite leather straitjacket, plus leather pants. His cock, as usual, was in chastity. Walt was alongside, his arms around Ryan.
“You’ll be gone for a whole month? What am I going to do during all that time?”
“I’ve thought about that. There’s this place that you can stay at called the ‘Leather Lover Lunatic Asylum.’ You’ll be able to get your leather fetish satisfied while they keep you secure, feeding you, bathing you, taking care of all your needs. They call it a ‘lunatic asylum’ not because it is an official one, but because their guests are kept in leather straitjackets. It should suit you perfectly.”
Ryan thought about it. It sounded like just what he would want. He finally smiled and said, “You’re right. It won’t be the same without you, but it sounds like the next best thing. You know what I like. Thank you.” The two kissed and turned over to go to sleep.
When it came time for Walt to leave on his business trip, he called the facility. In a couple of hours, a white van drove up. Two beefy guys got out that were dressed in all white, looking just like attendants at a mental facility. They brought along a gurney that had a lot of straps attached to it, as well as a pile of black leather gear lying on top of it.
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Needs to be placed in heavy restraints and kept under observation
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By lthr_jock
Fletcher grinned to himself as he led Sergeant Davis down to the garage level. The Sarge was clearly having trouble keeping up due to the transport chains, and his shuffling walk only made the chains clank more loudly. Fletcher made sure to keep his pace fast so that Davis had to work to keep up – all the more difficult as Davis couldn’t see out of the headbag.
Fletcher led Davis to the backdoor of a transport van and helped Davis inside. There, he secured the transport chains to a ring in the floor and locked Davis inside the van before clambering into the driving seat. As he drove across town, he fondled his growing cock as he thought about what was in store for Davis.
The journey took about 20 minutes – but to Davis it seemed like hours. He couldn’t see anything, and the back of the van was uncomfortable and noisy. Finally it stopped and he heard the sound of boots on gravel as Fletcher walked around to the back of the van. He heard the low rumble of voices outside the van, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly, the door of the van was opened, his chains were unlocked from the bolt in the floor and he was being pulled outside. There were multiple hands on him – three men at least – and from the feel of them they were strong and clearly used to dealing with restrained people. They grabbed him around the arms and started to march him off. He tried to keep up by hobbling along, but they were moving too fast and he soon tripped. The hands held him upright but did not stop – they just dragged him along until he struggled back onto his feet.
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