Asylum

Erik strikes gold in the records room, shelves swollen with files brimming over incriminating secrets. Even better, he spies Ty Colt, one of the twisted doctors, stroking himself furiously over the most vile documents. Lights flicker out as a blow knocks Erik cold. He wakes muzzled and strapped tight in a straitjacket. Panic surges through him while the mad scientist and his henchman Rod Daily turn their wriggling captive into a lab rat. Probes cling to every inch of his groin; jolts of electricity rip through, frying his resistance until he crumples into blind obedience. The treatment works wonders—the patient lies subdued, pliant, his cock throbbing hard as iron. Ty and Rod pounce on his helpless state, diving in for a savage two-on-one frenzy of sucking and pounding, capping it with a brutal double stretch of Erik's hole: Rod's rigid shaft plunging deep alongside a merciless nightstick. Tension snaps at last; the men erupt in sequence, spilling their loads. In the aftermath, Erik slumps alone, utterly broken. He aimed to shatter the insanity, but ended up its perfect prisoner.