FILM 911

This is a custom script and some changes/additions have been made. Watch the demo here:
https://thisvid.com/videos/logan-with-dr-smith-part-3-demo/

30 min. $34.99

Review:
“Logan’s Dr. Smith 3 video is so incredible! You were right: he is a great actor and has a really hot body! Love the bondage stuff and the gagging. The jerk-off scene is great too! He also does a great job during the chloroform scenes.”

Logan is by far one of the best actor/models I have ever worked with. He has those boyish good looks, great body, lots of charisma, and just kills it in every scene.

WARNING – this is by far the most intense Film 911 video ever. Logan knocked it out of the park with his performance.

Another summertime in Dr. Smith’s neighborhood means a weekly peep show from his neighbor’s high school senior lawn-boy, Logan as he mows the lawn across the street from the Doctor, wearing next to nothing. Week after week, Logan shows up glistening with sweat as he ‘goes to the neighbor’s tool
shed and retrieves the push mower for another day of lawncare and muscle worship.

Watching the boy week after week for several summers is more than Dr. Smith can bear. Logan running around, glistening in sweat and wearing cut off and a pair of beat-up tennis shoes haunts his dreams. He’s waved at the boy and said hello a few times, trying to see what might develop, but poor Dr. Smith has never gotten Logan alone…until today.

On a late July afternoon, Dr. Smith is making preparations for his latest hunting expedition, packing duct tape, bandanas, a pistol, and chloroform into his backpack. He is thinking about who his latest lab rat will be when the doorbell rings. He stashes his backpack and answers the door.

Eighteen year old Logan stands at his front door, sweaty and tired from a hard day’s work and wearing only his requisite skimpy cut offs and tennis shoes. Dr. Smith can’t believe his eyes. “Hello sir, my name’s Logan, and I’m the Jenkins’ lawn-man. I’m sorry to bother you, but they’re on vacation for a couple of weeks, and I really need to use the bathroom and get a drink of water. Can I please use your bathroom?” Dumbfounded, Dr. Smith allows the boy to come in and makes preparations for Logan’s extended stay as the boy uses the toilet.

Cut to Logan and Dr. Smith sitting at the dining room table. Logan is thirsting drinking his water as Dr. Smith watches him. “So you’re a senior?” Smith says.

“Yep, going to college this fall.”

“Your Folks must be proud.”

Logan fidgets a bit before volunteering, “My folks are both gone…well, my mom is, she died when I was fifteen. I never knew my dad.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Logan. So where do you live?”

“I used to live at the children’s home on Melrose, but since I turned 18, I’ve been renting a one room studio downtown. A caseworker is supposed to check on me to make sure I go to school and stuff, but…he’s always busy, so he forgets. I pay my own way with my mom’s life insurance and money I make from odd jobs like the Jenkins’ lawn.”

“So you’re all alone?” Dr. Smith verifies.

“Yep. Just me, myself, and I, until I start college in August.”

Dr. Smith debates if he can really go through with this, but his longing for this kid for all those years wins out. “So the Jenkins are kind of a crazy family. You know that right?” Dr. Smith asks the boy.

“What? NO WAY!”

Smith moves closer to his prey and pulls out his phone. He stands behind Logan as he searches his photos. “They’re nudist.”

“No fucking way!” Logan laughs at the thought. Smith hands him the phone and lets him scroll through the pictures. Logan laughs and says, “Oh my God, is this them?”

Dr. Smith retrieves his chloroform rag while Logan is distracted. “Sure is…ALL OF THEM.”

“Jesus!” Logan laughs and scrolls some more beforehe stops on a picture of a young man. “Wait, who is this?”

Smith looks closer, hovering over Logan, “Oh that’s their kid, Billy. Impressive, huh?”

Logan looks a bit nervous. “Why’s he…He’s tied up, right?”

“Yep.” Smith leans closer. “I told you they were freaks. Hey Logan…”

“Yeah?”

“Is anyone expecting you home soon?”

“Ummm, no…I told you I live alone.”

“Good!” Dr. Smith says as he slams the rag over the boy’s surprised face. “Because you’re not coming home tonight!” Logan screams and struggles as Smith presses the soaked rag tightly against his face. “Sorry I lied. That last picture is one of my boys. I call them labrats.” Logan lets out a terrified scream. “Say hello to your future.” The doctor says as Logan passes out, allowing him to examine the boy’s shoulders and chest in peace.

Cut to Logan, terrified and struggling. He has awakened with his wrist bound behind his back with duct tape and his ankles bound together with tape as well. He is nude, seated on the floor in a corner of Dr. Smith’s bedroom with the curtains drawn, and his mouth is gagged with several strips of duct tape. The boy has awakened, helpless and nude, and begins desperately screams for help as he futilely tried to break free of his bonds. The door opens and Dr. Smith enters, making Logan protest violently, thrashing about, trying to scoot away from his captor. As the doctor nears, Logan goes from defiant and screaming to cowering and whimpering, as the doctor explores his body worshipfully, sniffing and licking his chest, arms, and arm pits as Logan just whimpers with fear and shakes his head “no” to try to stop what is happening. After exploring his captive everywhere, Smith grabs Logan by the hair on the back of his head and forces him to look him directly in the eyes. Logan is almost pissing himself with fear at this point. Smith just smiles and then clamps the chloroform rag over his captive’s face again. Logan fights for his life, screaming and kicking and trying to break free, before he finally passes out in Dr. Smith’s arms. Smith drops him to the floor and begins dragging him to the bed as we fade to black.

Cut to Logan lying face up on the bed, awakening while Dr. Smith cuffs the boy’s hands in front of him. The duct tape is all gone, and the nude boy comes to as the second wrist is secured in the cuffs in front of him. Logan jerks awake and sees Smith towering over him. He tries pulling his hands free, but the cuffs hold firm.

“Please!,” Logan begs almost in tears. “Please don’t do this! Please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone! I’ll just go home and we can forget all about this! Okay? OKAY?”

Smith responds by tying a bandana between Logan’s teeth and re-gagging him. “You talk too much, Logan.” He grabs Logan by the hair and pulls him to sitting, pointing to the camera. “You see that camera, boy? I want you to give me a dirty little show to remember you by, and maybe I’ll let you go home after that, if you do a good job.”

Confused, Logan looks around the room, unsure what his captor wants. Surely he can’t be asking him to…

Dr. Smith grabs the cuffs and pushes the frightened boy’s hands down on his own crotch. “TOUCH YOURSELF, IDIOT! GIVE ME A REAL SEXY SHOW! NOW!!!” Smith barks out as he places a pistol under the frightened kid’s chin. Logan hesitates and Smith cocks the pistol. Whimpering, Logan begins touching himself as Dr. Smith backs away to his place behind the camera.

Logan gets himself hard and keeps jacking off as an off-camera Smith fires off the occasional directive. “Finish it, Logan! Finish it!” Smith eventually orders as the frightened boy cums and collapses in a heap on the bed, sobbing from the humiliation of it all.

Smith walks over and pulls the gag from the boy’s mouth, letting it hang loosely around his neck.

“I did what you wanted…NOW UNTIE ME! LET ME GO NOW!” Logan begs, but the doctor just presses the chloroform rag against Logan’s face, and the boy whimpers and screams before passing out once again.

Cut to Logan, face up and bound spread eagle on the bed. The bandana gag has been replaced with a knotted white rag, stuffed between his lips in his mouth and then tied behind his head. He is still nude, conscious, and terrified. As Dr. Smith preps him, Logan is angry and defiant again, pathetically trying to order the man to leave him alone through his gag, demanding he stop touching him, and then finally begging for him let him go.

Dr. Smith begins checking Logan’s pulse points allowing his hands to travel the boy’s outstretched body as he does and taunting him. He then uses a stethoscope to get an accurate heartbeat, which we can hear. He patiently attaches the remaining ECT electrodes to his labrat’s body as he explains the procedure that is about to commence.

“You’re a very healthy young man, Logan, a perfect subject. Now, we need to use electro-shock to stimulate your body’s healing properties. The stronger the charge, the better your chance of surviving what’s to come. Are you ready to begin?”

Logan is truly terrified now. This guy’s clearly a psycho! He begins frantically struggling and screaming for anyone who can hear to help him. As he become hysterical, Dr. Smith begins administering the first series of charges. Logan bucks and convulses with each charge. Then whimpers and begs to be let go after they subside. After about four or five rounds, Logan lies still and lifeless on the bed. Dr. Smith springs into action, checking his vitals and then performing CPR until he once again finds a pulse. As Logan coughs awake and then begins whimpering to be released, Smith responds by reapplying the chloroform rag and as Logan passes out, we fade to black.

Cut to Logan wrapped in clear plastic from his shoulders to his ankles, effectively binding him in a standing or suspended position and turning him into a human punching back. He is in a garage or storage area now, either wrapped against a post or hung from a chest harness of sorts. A pair or men’s briefs is lodge in his mouth, effectively gagging him. At first he is unconscious, but awakes with a start and begins struggling as he realizes his new predicament. Dr. Smith walks up and begins pummeling the helpless boy in the gut and chest, basically mimicking a boxer’s workout. Logan screams in pain into the gag. After a few more rounds of punches, Dr. Smith grabs Logan by his chin and comforts him, “Shhhhhhh! Be still now Logan. I know it hurts, but I have a proposition for you. Now, I’m gonna take the gag out, but if you scream or cry out, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. Do you understand?”

The terrified boy nods and Smith pulls the briefs from the frightened boy’s mouth.

“Now, I have a proposal for you, Logan. I’m gonna gut punch you for the next five minutes, and if you don’t scream or cry out, I’ll let you go.”

“What?? You’ll…you’ll let me go??”

Dr. Smith roughly grabs his victim’s chin. “I said, NO TALKING! Didn’t I?” Logan begins softly sobbing. “So is it a deal?”

Logan looks up confused, not knowing how to respond without talking.

“Nod if we have a deal.”

Logan nods frantically, wanting this to all be over. Smith begins beating the boy’s guts and chest. Logan initially grits his teeth and endures it without sound, but eventually it becomes too much for the boy and he begins screaming, “STOP! Stop! It hurts! Please stop!”

Smith stops and then forces Logan to look him in the eye. “You were so close, buddy.”

Logan sobs as Smith retrieved his chloroform rag again. “Why are you doing this to me? Please just let me go!”

Smith responds with a rag across the boy’s face until Logan once again grows still.

Cut to Logan cuffed to Dr. Smith’s exam table. His mouth is once again sealed with duct tape and his ankles are bound with tape as well. He is naked and helpless and straining with all his might to escape the bonds before Dr. Smith returns.

Smith comes back in carrying a scalpel or perhaps a pocket knife and wearing a surgical mask. He walks over to Logan and holds the blade to Logan’s throat. Up to now, Logan has been screaming and struggling in fear. At the sight of the blade, he freezes in fear feelinh it brush against his throat. Smith looks down at him and says, “Now the next thing I plan to do is surgery without anesthetic. I think I’ll begin cutting here,”. He moves the blade to Logan’s sternum, “and then see how it goes. Ready, Logan?”

Logan let’s out one desperate scream. This is too much for Dr. Smith who bursts out laughing as he tosses off the mask. “Sorry…sorry. I just thought a joke might lighten the mood. Surgery? Why would I cut you up? That would be nuts!”

Logan begins to relax a bit, but then Smith produces the defibrillator paddles. “Now these are the real thing!” Smith says as he positions them and gives Logan his first zap. The boy goes rigid and convulses. When the charge ends, Logan let’s out a horrorified whimper. Smith keeps zapping Logan five more times until the boy lies there still, eyes frozen in a death stare. Smith attempts CPR to revive the boy, but it’s no uses, Logan is gone.

Cut to Logan lying face up on the bed again, his eyes wide and his mouth open in the remnants of a final scream. The camera lingers on him for a moment before Smith begins wrapping him in a white sheet. We see one more shot of his pathetic face before the sheet is closed over it and we fade to black.