Autostrait 3000: Dr Germanys Adventure

Dr Germany has a setup rigged for his own use. Every night after hours he straps himself down, lets the automation work him over, cock trapped tight and aching. Alone. Until the night Nurse Marx stays late and catches him bound, spread, unable to cover the fact that he's hard, collared, and at the mercy of his own machine. She stands over him, arms folded, taking her time to look. The lecture comes first. Crisp. Scolding. Reminding him exactly what the rules are and how far he has strayed. Then her tone shifts. She leans in close. A smirk. A slow drag of one fingernail across his chest. Her gloved hand traces the collar before giving it a firm tug that makes his breath catch. Now comes the real payback. She leaves the machine running but adjusts every setting—tighter straps, slower stroke, sharper edges. His own automation turns into her instrument. Every time he tries to speak she hushes him, makes him watch while she decides how long each cycle lasts. The teasing drags out. Edging that never quite tips over. His clipped cock pulses against the restraint, leaking, useless, exposed. She watches every twitch, every failed attempt to hold back a sound. The night stretches. Longer than he scheduled. Longer than he can stand. By morning he will have learned exactly what happens when a doctor experiments on himself and forgets who is really in charge.