“Boy, boy…” I feel a hand tapping on my shoulder and Pradita's voice behind me. I move my head looking for her but can not see anything. The smell of a leather blindfold fills my nostrils. I try to raise my hands to reach my head but my wrists are hold down with cuffs. The same for my ankles. “Wheyw, plweasew!!” A ballgag in my mouth. “Calm down, little one. You are tied to a leather rack. Cushioned for your comfort and in a well equipped bdsm chamber to comply with Doctor Douma's orders." I fight the cuffs and complain, immobilized and muffled. “She will be here in a while…” Pradita says as I hear her footsteps leaving the room. I shake my head to lose the strap of the blindfold but it is very tight. I just mumble and drool… The door squeaks, footsteps sorround me. “Boy, do you know why you are here?” It is Doctor Douma's voice. I move my head from side to side. “It is not the right of a boy to cum in a ladys' mouth without permission.” I turn my head down and keep still expecting the impact of a hand on my cheek or my ass. “Lola is here to receive proper compensation and I am going to get sure you receive a punishment” I try not to move a muscle but suddenly I feel the smell of a cunt. The ballgag is removed. “Lick” It is Lola's voice. I open my mouth and fetch Lola's cunt with my tongue. “You are going to make muy cunt as wet as a waterfall and then, you will swallow my juice until the last drop” I Keep licking… She grabs the hair of the back of my head and pushes her cunt against my mouth and nose. I gasp for air making a strange sound. Lola jumps back and slaps my face. “Please!” I beg, but another slap lands on my cheek. Lola pushes her cunt against my mouth. Doctor Douma is recording the scene on her phone. The juice of her cunt spreads all over my face and its strong smell gags me. “Swallow, bitch” I cough and gag trying to obey while Lola suffocates me with her cunt. My face turns red and when I think I am going to black out… “It is enough, Lola. Take a shower and go to rest. Tomorrow will be another day.” I recover breathing agitatedly and Doctor Douma spills a glass of cold water over my back. I shiver. Doctor leaves her phone on a stand, pointing to us. “Well, bratty boy. It is time for me to punish you. I want you to count every stroke of my cane. I hear her cane cutting the air and feel the burn on my buttcheeks. ”One" I mumble. “Repeat, LOUDER”. The stroke makes me shiver. "ONE". “TWO" My eyes get wet. I close my fists. “Three…” I mumble. “That will be two more” Says Doctor in a stern voice. “FOUR”. Doctor enjoys the moment… “FIVE”. She leaves the room and leaves me sobbing.