Asylum

Ah, there he is, Man of the Hour.  Thank you ladies, you can leave him with me.

<door closes>

Now then.  Let me look at you.

They really have trussed you up tightly, haven't they?  That can't be comfortable.  No, I didn't think so.

If I let you out, you have to promise to be a good boy.  I assure you, it will be worth your while.  After all, good boys get rewards.  Good.

<buckles being undone>

Now... goodness... ah, there we go.  Slip it off.  There, isn't that better?  Shake it out, I'm sure your shoulders are sore, and you'll want to work some blood back into your fingers.  Quickly.  I'm sure it'll head elsewhere in a moment.

Alright.  Are you ready to see your new work-release 'office'?  Follow me.

Oh, and... I'm going to ask you to keep your hands to yourself for the time being.  What they do on your own body, well... that's entirely up to you.  I won't judge.  The tour can be... stimulating.

<open doors, women can be heard moaning>

Welcome to the female wing of the asylum.  We've been busier than usual lately which is why we're testing a program where we have some of the more cooperative patients from the male wing, like yourself, help with some of the more physically demanding aspects of their... treatments.

All of the women here are being treated for hysteria.  To date we have only one proven method of treating this malady, and that is, by whatever means necessary, overstimulating their desires.

As you can see we have the latest equipment at our disposal. The latest in restraints as well.  Some of the girls get rather... desperate... in their needs.  <screaming orgasm>  Nurse, you may want to gag that one on the next round.  Thank you.

Like what you see so far? Rows and rows of naked women, all needing our... your... attention. And I see you're at attention already.  Very good.  Good for a man to enjoy his work.