Ollie with Dr. Smith – ALL NEW

CPR

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Today marks the first day of Ollie’s parents’ vacation, a full week on some island for their second honeymoon, and as a typical college student will do when left on his own, Ollie has slept in late before a long run and is now wander about his kitchen in his underwear (or even just a jockstrap), thinking about taking a shower.  He’s worked up quite a sweat and glistens with the wet ripeness of it as he pours himself some coffee and scratches his balls, completely unaware of the masked and gloves figure watching him from the window behind him.

The ball scratching must have reminded him of something because Ollie chuckles and wanders over to the couch with his coffee and phone, then gets himself comfortable and starts digging his hand into his barely-there briefs to polish some morning wood.  The masked intruder soon appears in the patio doorway behind Ollie, which is open just a bit to let some air in and watching his prey jack off a bit.  Dr. Smith can barely control himself as he watches the boy work his cock.

Ollie is interrupted by his phone ringing.  It’s his mom. “Oh good, so you guys got there okay and everything’s cool.”  He says to her as Dr. Smith eases the door open and prepares a chloroform rag for his neighbor’s pretty mouth and nose.  “Nah, just hangin’ here today.  Might do some studying later.  Have a few chapters to read for Art History.” Ollie says, before adding, “You guys have fun!” As he hangs up and resumes his jerk off session.

Smith is right behind the boy now.  This is the moment Dr. Smith likes best: his victim, unaware of his allure and the power he has over others, or the danger he’s put himself in just by showing off for everyone he meets as he goes about his last moments of freedom.  The boy is stroking himself, eyes closed and head back, and Dr. Smith towers over him, the soaked chloroform rag in his hand.

The smell of it must be strong because Ollie sniffs the air and opens his eyes to see what he smells.  “What the fuck?  Who the Hell are—?”  is all Ollie gets out before Smith clamps the rag over the boy’s mouth and nose and locks his other arm around the boy’s throat in a headlock.  Ollie’s a screamer and a fighter.  He noisily screams for help and curses his attacker, his arms and legs flailing as he tries to pull free from the chokehold.  He bucks and squirms for quite a bit, his screams getting softer and further apart, his limbs becoming floppy as his struggling turn  into the last spasms before he passes out from the fumes.  With one final burst of outrage, Ollie tried to pull free and manages to pull Smith’s mask off.  “What the fuck?” Ollie mumbles through the gag, before he goes limp and is soon just as motionless and still as Dr. Smith wants him.

Smith eases the rag from the unconscious boy’s face.  He caresses his head a bit and chuckles.  The boy is all his now.  He plays with Ollie’s arms, lifting them above his head like a stupid puppet.  Dr. Smith’s gloved hands slide into Ollie’s ripe, hairy armpits then down to each nipple, which he twists a bit, making the boy stir for a moment before he is still again.  Smith lies the boy on the couch and sniffs his pits, then licks his nipples as his hands travel down the boys body to his semi-hard crotch.  When Ollie tries to slap him away muttering, “Fuckin’ stop!”  Smith clamps the rag back over the boy’s mouth and nose as the frightened kid arches his back one last time and then passes out. Smith then removes the rag from his face and begins slowly sliding Ollie’s briefs or jock off, down his long muscular thighs and then free of his legs.  He takes a whiff of the underwear before shoving them into Ollie’s open mouth and rolling the unconscious boy onto the floor.  He begins dragging the naked boy toward the door as we fade to black.

Lights up on Ollie unconscious and naked on a kitchen chair in Dr. Smith’s place, his hands bound with duct tape behind his back, his ankles taped to each of the front legs of the chair, a piece of duct tape over his mouth, effectively gags him.  The boy stirs, almost spasms, then wakes suddenly and tries to move before realizing he’s bound tightly.  He tries to call out and discovers he’s gagged.  Then he begins struggling wildly and screaming his head off, but to no avail.  Poor Ollie is helpless and trapped.

He notices Dr. Smith finishing setting the table for dinner for two near by, perhaps he’s lighting a candle in between the place settings for their “date.”  Ollie starts cursing Smith defiantly, struggling to break free.  Angry at how exposed and vulnerable he is he tells the doctor to let him go now! Smith calmly turns around and says, “Hey, you’re awake.  How was your nap?  Feeling better?” Before ripping the tape gag from the boy’s lips.

“What the fuck is your problem, dude?  What kind of fuckin’ perv are you?” Ollie screams as Smith strokes his body with ungloved hands for the first time.  The doctor grabs the boy by the throat with one hand while delivering a few gut punches with the other, making the boy double over in pain.

“No need for all that noise.  You’ll spoil our date.”

“Date?  What the fuck are you—“ is all Ollie gets out before Smith pulls a white gym sock from the table and ties it between Ollie’s frightened lips, silencing him again.  The doctor then calmly attaches electrodes to the boy’s nipples and near his genitals before roughly pushes the boy’s chair up to the table and assuming his seat opposite his prey as the date begins.

The table is set for two.  A candle burns between two plates of food.  The control box to the electrodes sits near Dr. Smith’s hand.  Ollie takes this all in and begins struggling and screaming obscenities at his calm captor.  Smith eats and reaches over to the control panel sending a jolt into the kid’s tits and junk.  Ollie howls in pain as Smith turns off the jolt.  “If you’re a good boy, Ollie.  The electricity stays off.  But if you piss me off…”. He sends another jolt into the boy’s terrified body.  “Well, then you’ll have to be taught a lesson.”

As the shock ends, Ollie breaths heavily and whimpers.  Dr. Smith calmly dines.  The boy struggles and whimpers at the futility of it.  Smith looks up, “Don’t you like your food?”

Ollie struggles and tries to say “fuck you”, and another jolt is administered.

“Eat your food, boy.”  Smith says as he munched away.  Confused, Ollie whimpers and looks at his captor.  Another jolt is administered.  When it’s done, the boy is almost in tears.

“Eat. Your. Food.”  Dr. Smith repeats and a confused and pathetic Ollie tries to lower his face to the plate.  Smith chuckles at him.  “Good boy!”

Ollie is now enraged, “Fuck you!”  He mumbles through his gag as Smith calmly administers the longest jolt yet.  The pain makes the boy pass out. Smith turns off the charge, walks over to the unconscious boy and tousles his hair before lifting the boy’s head by a hand full of it.  “Guess, you don’t want a romantic date, huh, kid?”  He drops Ollie’s head as we fade to black.

Cut to Ollie as a slab of meat ready for the butcher’s block.  He is hanging by his bound wrists from a ceiling beam in the cold garage or cellar, some place that resembles a stockyard meat locker.  His ankles are bound together with tape and his feet barely touch the floor.  The sock gag is still in place, but the other sock is stuffed in his mouth and held there by the first, gagging him more effectively.  Despite the cold, he’s glistens with sweat again because his body is wrapped with plastic wrap from just below his shoulders to above his knees, resembling a prime slab of meat on display.  Ollie is freezing and comes to awakening with a start as Dr. Smith enters.  He looks on in horror as Smith strokes his chest, torso, and pits and then begins marking his body on the plastic wrap as if he were a butcher sectioning off the prime cuts.

Smith strokes Ollie’s nipples through the plastic and says, “you like that, boy?” As the kid screams Smith continues, “Want to know what I’m gonna do next?”

Ollie struggles and angrily shakes his head when his screams are to muffled to understand.

“You look so tasty,”  Dr. Smith says as he explores Ollie pits with his fingers and mouth.  “Smell so ripe, too.  Good enough to eat.”

Poor Ollie is whimpering, shaking with fear.

“Okay, so…I need a workout and I’m hungry, so…you have two choices.  You can be a piece of meat or a punching bag.”   Smith says as Ollie sobs and begins struggling and begging to be let go.  Smith fakes him out with a couple of hard gut punches that almost land.  He then starts tracing his fingers along the lines on the plastic, as if debating where to cut first.  Ollie is terrified and begs for him to stop, struggling in a futile attempt to break free.

Smith wraps his arms around him and starts slapping the frightened boy’s belly and ass, then he starts sparing around the boy as if he’s gonna beat the hell out of the kid. Ollie starts screaming hysterically for someone to help him, and Dr. Smith begins laughing as he stops sparing and enjoys how freaked out his captive is.

“Sorry about all that Ollie, but if you could see the look on your face!”  Smith says as he composes himself.  “Carving you up or beating you bloody, do either of those things sound like something I’d do?”

Furious, Ollie begins cursing his captor, “Fuck you, man!”  He tries to say through the gag.  Maybe he even kicks at his captor in anger and frustration.

Smith calmly begins ripping the plastic wrap from the kid’s body, exposing his sweaty nakedness to the cold.  Ollie begins shivering from both fear and the cold.  He pleads to be let go.  He’s pathetic.

Dr. Smith retrieves a small bowl of ice water and a washcloth.  “You look sweaty, Ollie.  Let me cool you off,” Smith says as he starts wringing the washcloth out over Ollie’s suspended body.  The cold is unbearable and Ollie screams from the sudden shock of cold water as it dribbled down his body.  Smith scrubs the boy down, knowing just how extreme the cold is for his captive.  After a few lingering moments of Dr. Smith drenching the shivering boy, poor Ollie begins spasming and then finally passing out from the cold.  After a moment, Dr. Smith checks his vital signs and sees Ollie is still alive, but unconscious.  He plays with his prime cut slab of beef for a brief moment before loosening his bonds and letting Ollie fall to the floor as we black out.

Cut to the exam room, Ollie is strapped in placed, face up on the exam table.  Ankles bound with tape, and a surgical tape gag keeping him quiet and terrified.

Smith walks in wearing full surgical garb and holding a file.  “How’s my patient today?”

Ollie cries and thrashes about trying to cry out, “Let me go!  Please!  Let me go!”  But the gag is too effective and soon all he does eventually is just sob and shake his head.

The doctor wraps his hands around the kid’s throat and squeezes it tightly to calm him down, choking and releasing as Ollie gets more and more scared.  “You know I can’t let you go home now, don’t you?” As he releases the kid’s throat.

Ollie just sobs and shakes his head in response.

“Wanna play a game?”

Ollie struggles and screams furiously, shaking his head.

 

Dr. Smith reaches for the paddles and begins explaining, “Now I’m gonna do a little experiment on you.  A healthy boy like you has a strong heart.  Let’s put that to the test now.”

Ollie screams and bucks, trying to get away as the paddles are placed on his chest and Smith delivers the first jolt.

The first jolt is painful, but Ollie is still with us.  The doctor checks his pulse and then repositions the paddles and sends two more jolts through the boy’s body.  He checks the boys vitals, removes the gag and begins CPR.  Ollie quickly revives and begins begging. “Just let me go!  Please!  I’ll not tell anyone!  Please!”

“Shhhhhh!”  Smith says as he clamps his hand over the kid’s mouth.  “Now let’s continue.”  Smith shoves a rag in the frightened boy’s mouth and prepares the paddles.  Two more jolts rip through the kid’s body.  Smith checks his vitals and finds him unresponsive.  Two more jolts and the kid still doesn’t respond.  Smith assumes he’s dead and begins undoing the straps holding him in place as we fade to black.

Cut to the bedroom and Ollie wrapped in a clear plastic tarp on the bed.  His face is exposed, and he suddenly gasps for air and comes to.  He bolts upright and looks around.  No doctor.  He pulls free of the tarp and tries to stand, but ends up crawling out to the hallways.  Weakly he cries for help as he crawls to the front door.  Dr. Smith appears in the hallway behind the kid and just watches for a moment as Ollie inches toward the door.  Smith removes his belt and slowly sneak up behind the boy.  Just as Ollie reaches for the doorknob Smith pounces.

“Not so fast!”  The doctor says as he loops the belt around Ollie’s throat and begins choking him.  Ollie is too weak to fight much, but Smith adds, “You’re a lot tougher than I though you were.”

Poor Ollie chokes and struggles weakly before he slowly goes limp.  After a few beats of watching the boy lie there, Dr. Smith checks his vitals and realizes he is dead.  Ollie stares up at his captor.  He is truly gone this time.  Dr. Smith begins dragging him back to the bedroom as we fade to black for the last time.-