Sexual Therapy
Sara loved her job!
The boy made such cute sounds, whimpering while gagging on her girl cock. She fucked his throat slowly and deliberately, admiring his sweating, shaking body. The steady stimulation she applied on his sensitive nipples greatly added to the sensation on his cock, which Lucy stroked fiercely with both hands while vigorously raping his virgin ass. Strapped down on his back, legs spread out and suspended from the ceiling, his head tilted backwards and attached with a gag which kept the mouth wide open. The perfect position for deep-throat fucking. No way for him to stop it. Now this was a male put in his place!
Here in the Institution for Non-submissive Boys, they rehabilitated troubled young men to fit in the modern sane society ran by women. Sometimes breaking their stubborn male egos was easier sometimes harder. And often harder was better if this sort of work happened to be your calling!
Now this particular specimen, his stepsisters had caught him in the act of masturbating. Like the well-raised and alert young ladies they were, they had reported him almost immediately (after giving him some well-justified "citizen's justice" themselves). Masturbating, and the pleasure of penis in general, remained one of the most insidious forms of male rebellion against society, and could not be tolerated. This age-old catalyst of oppression, now basically a mere harmful relic from barbaric ages, was nothing but unadulterated, wrongheaded defiance against the Woman.
Well, his cock was tasting its own medicine now. This was Orgasm Therapy. Drugged with ModiCum, the lad was hopelessly horny and receptive, his cock oiled and jerked with grip textured gloves for that extra sensation. Nipples stimulated and his anus reamed. He would cum and he would com many times, and each of those orgasms would be harder and less pleasant than the other, as was the drug's effect. All this to drive in that thick skull of his that his orgasms were not for his to control. To teach him to associate cumming with things such as being tied up and fucked in the ass and/or mouth, or otherwise used, befitting a properly submissive male. And of course to well familiarize him with the intense and unpleasant orgasms caused by the drugs: that his cumming was nothing but a form of amusement for women. Pleasure was not for him. Not now. Not ever. That era was gone. He would just need to get used to that.
And in the afternoon, he would be introduced to the world of deliberately induced pain, another stable of amusement for the Superior Sex. He'd really better get used to that as well!