FILM 911

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This is a custom script and some changes have been made to it in the final product.

SCENE ONE Soundless footage showing Jonny outside in yard with soccer ball in his soccer kit (preferably blue/red shirt, blue red shorts, long blue/red soccer socks, tennis shoes). Jonny is innocently and sexily doing stretches, bends, jumps, etc., like in his soccer videos. Bends over highlighting his firm round ass in his shorts and jock.

Dr. Smith is surveilling him from his car. He starts up car, slowly driving down street. On speaker phone he is telling Mr. Latcher:

“Jonny is a great selection, Mr. Latcher. Okay, I’m about get him and I’ll have him delivered to you next day. He’ll make a great addition to your collection. He looks really flexible, I know you love that in a guy.”

Jonny is walking down sidewalk with Dr. Smith slowly following him. “Hey, man, saw you doing practice, do you need a ride?” he calls out to Jonny. “Sure, thanks,” Jonny says, “I’m really worn out with practice.” Jonny takes bottle, gets in back seat, his sexy legs spread out comfortably for our pleasure. Soon he gradually begins losing consciousness from effects of doped bottle, head drooping, eye closing, mouth lolling, speech slowing. Dr. Smith insincerely chatters away to Jonny (“Practice makes perfect, huh?”), eyeing the unsuspecting stud carefully in his mirror until he sees Jonny is slumped over and out cold.

Smith parks, gets out of car and opens back seat. Soon he has Jonny’s wrists secured in front (preferably some type handcuff, zip tie or duct tape), and his mouth sealed with duct tape. Props Johnny back up against back of seat and admires his handwork. “Perfect!”

Back at the wheel Dr. Smith saying on speaker phone:

“It was no problem Mr. Latcher! I’ve got Jonny safely secured in the car. Nobody saw me take him, it was all quick. Believe me, he’s not getting free now. I’ll have him home in just a minute now and I’ll get him prepared for you like all the others.”

Pulls in driveway. “Okay, Jonny boy, we’re home!” Opens back door and starts dragging Jonny out by his sweaty armpits.

SCENE TWO: Dr. Smith drags an unconscious Jonny by his long lean legs into his den. Jonny still clothed in his soccer kit, his mouth taped, his hands secured in front. Dr. Smith lays him out on sofa for stripping. Slowly pulls off his shoes then socks, taking time to sniff Jonny’s feet and suck his long toes. Dr. S. puts Jonny’s socks in his pocket for use later, then pulls Jonny’s shorts off, struggling to get them down his big jock thighs. Jonny preferably wearing red or blue jockstrap. 

Dr. Smith lifts Jonny’s legs up by ankles, lustfully looks down at his bulge and taint, then drops them. He pushes Jonny’s shirt up past his nipples, licks his bellybutton and feels up and licks his hard nipples if okay. Raises Jonny up so his back rests on sofa back, his head slumped slightly over. Runs hands through his hair does arm checks and eye checks opens and manipulates his mouth checking tongue and teeth. Wants to see Jonny’s sexy slack mouth and tongue.  “Oh, you’ll be just perfect for Mr. Latcher!” he lustfully breaths.

At this point Jonny starts to wake up. “Oh shit!” says Dr. Smith, “that jab should have tranquilized him much longer!” Poor Jonny is confused and brain blitzed. Mumbles “Where am I? What’s happening? Who the fuck are you man?” Tries to get away but his hands are restrained and Dr. S. holds him down while he gets his trusty chloro rag.

“Who the fuck am I?” laughs Dr. Latcher. “I’m the man who collects studs like you for Mr. Latcher!” Dr. S clamps rag over Jonny’s mouth and nose. Jonny grunts and gurgles (BE LOUD) and his eyes roll wildly as he bucks and wiggles and struggles futilely for his freedom. Smith keeps him held down, saying: “You’re going to be part of Mr. Latcher’s collection of star athletes, Jonny, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” I just got him a baseball player last month but he wanted a soccer stud for April and that’s going to be you!”

“Calm down, calm down! Jonny, it’s time for you to go back to sleep.  That’s right, that’s right, ssshhh!” croons Dr. Smith as Jonny’s grunts slowly get quieter and quieter and his eyes roll up and his lids close. Make this last as long as you can, want to see Jonny give a good, vocal struggle.

Dr. Smith: “Perfect! That should keep him out for a while.” Dr. S. undoes Jonny’s wrist restraints and lets him slump forward in his jockstrap as Dr. S. pulls off his shirt. Grabs Jonny by his ankles to pull him into bedroom. “It’s way past your bedtime, Jonny!”

SCENE THREE: Jonny on stomach still in his jock, his ankles tightly secured wide apart as possible in restraints, his wrists cuffed behind him again.

Dr. Smith: “I have Jonny secured like you wanted him, Mr. Latcher. As you can see his ass is amazing, he has great strong legs too.”

Dr. S. runs hands lovingly over Jonny’s back and legs. Squeezes his butt cheeks and slaps. (If you can show his hole that would be great.) Jabs Jonny in butt with needle, then says to himself: “This new serum should keep his body permanently controlled for Mr. Latcher’s enjoyment.”

Then he undoes the wrist restraints and rolls Jonny over on his back. Removes tape over his mouth. Pulls down his jockstrap exposing cock. Pushes Jonny’s legs together and cuffs ankles. Jonny starts moaning. Dr. Smith cries: “What, already, fuck!”

Jonny tries to get off bed but Dr. S. is holding him down with one hand clamped over Jonny’s mouth as Jonny furiously shouts “let me go, let me go, you sick fuck, let me the fuck out of here!” 

“The only place you’re going, Jonny, is to Dr. Latcher’s private island,” shouts Dr. S. “He paid good money for you and he’s going to get you!” Dr. S. gets the chloro rag over Jonny’s mouth and nose again and puts him out. This time he lifts the rag up several times putting Jonny out slowly.

Make the subdual prolonged, with Jonny doing some gasping and coughing. “Now stay the fuck asleep this time!” Dr. S. shouts. Then he rolls Jonny over on his side and cuddles with him, moving his hands over his body. “Now, that’s better!” he croons in Jonny’s ear. “I wish I could keep you for myself, but the money Mr. Latcher is paying for you is too good!  You’re valuable merchandise.”

SCENE FOUR: Jonny, in whatever room best for this, is standing upright in a tight skimpy thong, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes glazed, gagged with one of his own soccer socks tied around his mouth.  Jonny visibly erect in thong.

Dr. S. offscreen on phone to Mr. Latcher.

“Okay Mr. Latcher, the serum I injected in him works great, he now has to follow every commands you give him–even though he definitely doesn’t want to! I also dressed him in that sexy thong you wanted to see him in and gagged him with one of his own socks. Let me show you how helpless he is now.”

Dr. Smith puts Jonny though series of sexy commands. Arms up, curls biceps, puckers lips like a vamp, squeezes his nipples and grabs his bulge, swivels hips side to side, thrusts back and forth, turns around and bends down, holds ankles, slowly twerks butt.

Smith has him stand up straight to face to camera again. “And he can’t object at all to getting groped anymore. Here, let me demonstrate.” Jonny’s eyes look furious as from behind Smith feels him up all over, including chest and nipples, but he can’t resist.

Dr. S. orders him, “Jonny, pull down your thong and show Mr. Latcher how excited you are to see him!”  Jonny complies showing now hard cock. “Very good! You are excited!  Your tool will be kept caged most of the time when you become part of Mr. Latcher’s stable though.  You’ll only ever cum again when Mr. Latcher allows milks you.”

Dr. S. says “Jonny, put on your soccer uniform again. That’s what Mr. Latcher wants to see you wearing when he opens up the box we are shipping you in. He’s really looking forward to having you!”

Jonny gets dressed again and stands still, arms hands clasped behind him, breathing hard in frustration, chest thrust out.  Dr. Smith ties the other soccer sock around Jonny’s eyes.  Camera stays focused on the gagged and blindfolded Jonny as Dr. Smith talks cheerily to Mr. Latcher: “You made a great choice with this one Mr. Latcher. It was a privilege to collect him for you. I’ll have him all boxed up and shipped out to you later today.  So who do you want for next month? A tennis player? Perfect! I have already been scouting out some great choices for you!”