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The Doctor Is In
by SenyorDave
Chapter One
"Cut. For shitsake, will someone teach this idiot his lines? How many
times has this jackass fucked up? All right, take 45 for lunch. Back on the
set at 1:30." Stevie Evans watched as the short, fat director stormed off
the set, went straight over to Greggie Tyler, and grabbed him by his blouse.
"Listen you little twat, we don't have time to play nursemaid to you. I
can't delay this production because it's your first picture and you're
scared." As she continued to yank him by his top, the material stretched,
and a good portion of his heaving breasts were visible.
It was almost comical to watch, with Greggie towering over her by a good
two feet in his six-inch heels. Still, the tall redhead shrank in fear and
burst into tears as the brutal director continued to berate him. Continuing
to maintain a firm grip on the terrified boy, she shot her other hand under
his leather miniskirt and squeezed his balls painfully. As he let out a
yelp, she pulled on his top and ripped it halfway off, exposing his
melon-sized boobs. "Now get your ass out of here. We'll shoot around you
this afternoon. You have one more chance tomorrow. If you blow it, your ass
is out on the street." Greggie clutched his stomach and bent over, weeping
as he ran from the set.
Stevie scurried over as fast he could in the fuck-me red spike-heeled
pumps he wore for the scene they were shooting, and grabbed the director by
her wrist. "For Mary's sake, Louise that wasn't necessary. You can be such
an asshole."
Louise shook her arm away, freeing herself from Greggie's grasp. "Gee,
you weren't complaining last year when I was plugging you on a daily basis."
she said with a cruel grin. "Not that I really remember it too well. You
weren't a bad piece of ass, but all boys look pretty much the same when
they're getting fucked. Just an asshole staring you in the face".
Stevie slapped her across the face. He turned and walked away, but felt a
sharp pinch on his left buttock. "See you in forty-five, sweetie." she said
with a chuckle. Stevie continued toward the dressing room, seething in
anger. Most of the stage personnel, all women of course, had witnessed the
exchange and were smirking. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Jane
Walker, the female star, had Louise by the arm and was confronting her.
Stevie was mostly irritated at himself. No woman was going to be shown up
by a male in public. He thought back to the three months he had spent with
Louise, and shook his head as if he could make the memory go away. He had
been a naive kid, just a few months out of high school. Desperate for a job,
he had seen an ad for models in the paper and ended up at Papermill
Productions.
Two hours later he was on the casting couch, and Louise Parker was
screwing him with a huge dildo. He had moved in with her three days later,
relieved to be out of the run-down men's group residences that were provided
for boys who had just graduated from high school.
The first few weeks hadn't been too bad. They weren't on the same page
regarding sex, but that was probably going to happen with any woman. He
thought about the taunt he had heard from even small girls in elementary
school, "Twice a day keeps the doctor away". He hadn't realized that was
what most boys put up with when they moved in with a woman. No high school
sex education course was going to prepare a boy for the realities of life.
And the reality was that when a boy lived with a woman, he did as he was
told.
Louise was as horny as they came, and not particularly sensitive toward
her partner. Her idea of foreplay was to maul his breasts and finger his ass
for a few minutes, and then flip him over on his stomach and ram him with a
fifteen inch dildo.
In some ways it had been a good experience for him. It had toughened him,
and now he went into a relationship with his eyes wide open. Perhaps Louise
was worse than most women were; after all, being in the porn industry she
was used to viewing men as pieces of meat. But from Stevie's experience she
was not much different from most women. Stevie was nothing if not a realist.
There was a reason why a man living with a woman was referred to as a
"mattress".
He found Greggie in the dressing room, sitting on the floor and sobbing.
He pulled the boy off the floor and hugged him, supporting his full body
weight. Stevie pushed the tearful boy slightly away, and looked at him at
arm's length. His makeup was smeared from his crying, his blouse was torn,
and his miniskirt had ridden up on him to the point that you could see his
pink thong bikini underwear.
"You're quite a sight", Stevie said. "Let's fix you up, and get you home.
By the way, I guess we haven't been really met. I'm Stevie." He kissed the
boy's cheek lightly.
Five minutes later after Greggie had scrubbed his face, reapplied his
makeup and changed into a yellow sundress, he looked stunning. "Where do you
live?" Stevie asked him. "Tucker Village", Greggie replied.
Tucker Village! That was the seediest men's apartment complex in Miami.
For years men's groups had pleaded with local politicians to do something
about the violence in that part of town. A few paid lip service to them, but
nothing had changed. And why should it? Most politicians had little use for
men's groups, seeing them as a bunch of whining harpies.
So Tucker Village, home to almost eight thousand males from 18 to 80,
remained a cesspool of violence. Last week five teenage girls, none over
sixteen, had gone on a wilding spree. By the time they were finished they
had raped over a dozen boys, and beaten at least ten more. Now the City
Council was talking about instituting a dusk to dawn curfew which would
apply only to males!
Stevie had recently seen a sociologist on TV, Myrtle Conner, who claimed
that separating women and men by geographic areas created more problems than
it solved. The general theory behind the separation was twofold: women, by
nature, are aggressive and violent, and have a very high sex drive. Whereas
men, by nature, are passive and timid, and have a much lower sex drive.
Having the two sexes in constant proximity to each other would endanger the
men, since the women would inevitably turn to violence to satisfy their
sexual desires. Besides, as many traditional sociologists would point out,
most men are happy with the separation. The most common and deep-seated fear
men have is of women. In poll after poll, 60 to 70 percent of men state that
they fear women, and have a very specific fear of being raped.
Conner pointed out that the separation simply does not work. She cited
some statistics. Violence against men was at an all-time high, and this was
only the reported cases. By the age of thirty, almost 60% of men reported
that they had been raped. At any give time, 20% of men were in an abusive
relationship with a woman. She had developed a controversial term,
non-consensual partner rape, which she had attempted to quantify. She stated
that 80% of men in a relationship reported that their partner had forced
them at least once to have sex against their will. Of course, the Supreme
Court, in Heinz vs. Miller, had ruled that there was no such thing as rape
between two people living together. Only a few states even had a date rape
statute, and that was almost impossible to prove.
Stevie told the boy, "No way are you going back to Tucker Village. You're
going to stay with me for a while. I'll call you a cab and give you a spare
key." He eyed Greggie closely. The boy was an inch or two taller than he,
maybe six foot six. But they had very similar body types: tall, thin, long
legs with a tight ass, and most importantly, a pair of firm, voluptuous
tits. Perfect bodies for porn actors, he thought to himself.
He called th cab company and it arrived in a few minutes. He gave the
cabdriver the fare and told her to take Greggie to Dtrvire's apartment
building. Then he called the security gate and gave them permission to let
the boy in.
That taken care of, he grabbed a sandwich for lunch, Stevie continued
reading the script as he ate his sandwich. It was a typical adult
movie, with the usual mixture of sex and violence that women seemed to love.
He and Greggie played best friends from high school who had just graduated
and gotten jobs. Greggie was a secretary to a businesswoman, while
Stevie was a maid working for a wealthy lawyer. They both quickly
ended up sleeping with their employers, and each discovered they were
addicted to sex. Unbeknownst to each other, the two boys began to see
the same sex therapist, Dr. Gwen Sharkey, a "new age" psychiatrist
who believed that both men and women needed to talk their problems out.
At the end of the movie the two boys meet at Dr. Sharkey's office when they
have adjoining appointments. The movie ended with both boys bent over
her couch screaming in ecstasy as she reamed their asses. Hence the
title of the film, "The Doctor Is In."
Stevie glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost one o'clock.
While he detested Louise, the trollish director was correct about one thing.
They were already well behind schedule after only one morning of shooting.
Things would go a lot faster with Greggie off the set, and they could
probably shoot the scenes in one take this afternoon. The first actual
sex scene would probably be shot in half an hour. Stevie reached in a
bottom drawer and from a box took an oval capsule slightly smaller than an
egg. He took a little vaseline and wiped it on the tip, and then inserted
the capsule into his rectum. Prelude capsules were something that no
boy in the adult movie business could survive without.
Prelude had come on the market when Stevie was a child, and even as
a young boy he remembered the sensation it had caused. Finally a sex
aid for men to help them achieve orgasm. Every boy learned in high
school sex-ed that when a man became aroused, special glands in his anus
would produce natural lubricants to facilitate sexual intercourse. But
as Stevie, and apparently many other men had experienced, the male body
didn't always function as it should. And the last thing a woman wanted
to do was mess with a lubricant right before sex. Most women were so
horny they would screw anything that moved. Prelude contained a
generous portion of a natural lubricant and a small dose of a sedative.
The natural heat of a boy's anal cavity would melt the coating of the
capsule, and the resulting stream of lubrication would allow a boy to
accommodate even the largest dildo. And the sedative would allow a boy
to relax, calming the natural fears that men have prior to sexual
intercourse. The caption of the box said it all, "Take all of what
she's got to give!"
The prelude capsule began to work quickly, and Stevie could feel his body
start to respond. He soon had a warm, moist feeling in his behind, and
as the sedative started to kick in he started feeling mellow. He
didn't want to relax too much, knowing he had to remember his lines.
Stevie touched up his makeup, and then put on his maid's uniform for the
next scene. It was the classic French Maid costume, with the ruffles
and frilly panties.
As he walked on the set, Jane Walker winked at him. He'd worked
with Jane several times, and has always found her to be a real pro.
She had the ability to be gentle while appearing as if she was brutally
screwing a boy. He noticed that Louise had calmed down, and sounded
very subdues as she called out "Let's get to work, people".
Jane came up to Stevie and whispered in his ear, "I had a little talk
with Louise. We had a little disagreement about how she treated your
co-star. I think you'll find she's a bit easier to work with."
"Okay, take one", said Louise, and they began to shoot. Jane was
playing Dierdre Cummings, a lawyer who had hired Sammie Wilkins as a maid
straight out of high school.
"Sammie, make sure you dust those figurines on the bottom shelf", ordered
Deirdre. "Yes Madame", he replied as he bent way over, making sure
that his short skirt was far higher than his frilly panties. His
breasts were spilling out of his blouse, and he could see their reflection
in the mirror. There were always lots of mirrors in porn movies,
Stevie considered. It made for good shots, and he could see the camera
panning back and forth between his pantied bottom and his firm, mostly
exposed tits.
"Sammie, are you aware that the one year contract you signed has a Taylor
Clause", Deirdre asked. "I thought you had agreed to remove the
clause, Madame", he said with a hint of fear in his voice. "I'm
afraid, Sammie, that I decided to keep the clause in the contract, and you
signed it. You didn't really think I would pay you this salary and
room and board just for your cleaning, did you? You'll lay for your
employer tonight, just like the contract says."
"Madame, I cook and clean for you. That is all I wish to do",
Sammie said tearfully. Even for a cheap porn movie the dialogue was
pretty cheesy, Stevie thought. It was difficult to keep in character,
and he found his mind starting to wander.
It was back to reality as Jane rose from the couch and grabbed Stevie by
the wrists and started to pull him towards the bedroom. She pulled
hard, and Stevie started to resist. One of the reasons Jane was so
good in these movies was that the boys always felt a little bit of real fear
in these scenes.
"Stop resisting, Sammie. I don't want to hurt you." Jane
whispered under her breath to Stevie, "Get ready." Stevie knew what
was coming. and braced himself for the blow. It seemed like that scene
was in every adult movie he'd ever been in. She drove her knee into
his groin, first making sure it hit his inner thigh, and he collapsed into
her arms. Jane had miscalculated and her blow knocked the wind out of
him.
"Are you all right?" she asked in a worried tone. "I didn't mean to
hurt you. I just wanted it to look realistic. I forgot how
sensitive you boys are down there." She was clearly very upset with
herself. "Just give me a few minutes to recover", Stevie managed to
say.
I forgot how sensitive you boys are down there. The great equalizer,
Stevie thought bitterly. You could read a million articles about how
it was psychological or intellectual differences between the sexes that led
to women being the dominant sex, but Stevie had no doubt it was that thing
between his legs. He was a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier
than Jane was, but if this were real life he would be curled up in a ball in
agony.
The weaker sex. All because of a useless piece of flesh. Just
this week Time Magazine had an entire issue devoted to the relationship in
society between woman and men. The cover showed an attractive couple,
presumably at home. The man was seated in a chair wearing a housedress
and an old-fashioned sunbonnet while the woman wore a business suit and
stood at his side. Their body language was very interesting. The
woman stared at the man with a confident, stern look, while the man wore a
nervous smile and looked slightly downward, averting her eyes. The
woman had a firm hand on his shoulder, showing that there was no doubt who
was in charge. The caption on the cover was The Second
Sex.
One of the articles was written by Mabel Glass, a noted evolutionary
scientist, and in it she had referred to the penis and the vagina as
pre-evolutionary genitals. She theorized that in the not-too-distant
future men would develop natural breasts and the penis might become an
interior set of genitals. Likewise, she believed the vagina could
evolve into an outward appendage. For now, she claimed, civilization
had corrected what seemed to be nature's mistake. It truly was what
separated humans from barnyard animals.
At one time, early in history, Glass said, women and men had actually
struggled for control. The difference in genitals had had served an
important role in that struggle. Females had ultimately won control
largely because of the vulnerability of the penis.
But how does she account for the present, she was asked? Thousands
of years of human culture, she had responded. Over the course of
history, women and men had learned their roles. She noted that gender
stereotypes have their roots in real behaviors. The idealized female
role as tough, aggressive, even brutal if need be, was formed over thousands
of years of actual history. Women fought wars, built civilizations,
and generally were the engines that moved society forward. Likewise the
idealized male role was that of someone who was soft, weak and timid,
dependent upon women for protection. It carried over into present day
society.
The concept of war, and the reaction of the two sexes toward it, was a
perfect example of the basic differences between women and men. To
females, even little girls, war is exciting, something to be celebrated.
For males, war was something to be feared. Throughout history men
shuddered at the thought of war, knowing that they would be part of the
spoils.
Accompanying the article were images of two paintings by a Japanese
artist named Ngiri Kobiyashi. She had completed them forty years ago in
2075, and they were based on her actual experience during the
Japanese-Scandinavian war during the 2040's.
"The first was called "The Victory", and in the background you could see
the vanquished Swedish army, having been slaughtered by the Japanese.
The foreground was a version of the standard post-battle surrender scene.
The Japanese general and her lieutenants were in the Swedish Parliament, and
kneeling in subjugation were the naked male consorts of the Parliament
members, waiting to learn their fate. You could see the mixture of sorrow
and fear on the faces of the boys. Sorrow for th loss of their women,
fear in the knowledge that their lives will undergo terrible changes.
At that point in time, Japanese men were little more than chattel, and were
considered the property of their women.
"The second painting was "The Ravage". About a dozen soldiers
were depicted assaulting a group of male nudes. In the center was a
short powerfully built woman. She had a large boy slung over her
shoulder, while she used her other hand to drag a weeping boy by his hair.
In her free hand she held a massive dildo. Her face showed a horrible
combination of lust and rage. There was a clear view of the face of
the boy being carried on her shoulder. Stevie had never seen such a
look of complete terror. The other twenty or so boys were all being
assaulted or molested in some fashion.
Stevie brought his thoughts back to present. "I'm ready", he called
out. He took his place back in Jane's arms and they resumed shooting.
She pushed him over the back of the couch and pinned him there with one arm.
Reaching into a side table she took out a huge dildo and strapped it over
her pants.
"Please stop, Madame", Stevie whimpered. He forced some tears out,
another key element of any sex scene. Women naturally became aroused
by a man's weeping, and Stevie had certainly experienced that more than once
in real life. Instead Jane pulled his skirt up, tore his panties off,
and thrust the dildo inside of him. She began to pant and started to
moan in pleasure. Pulling him upright, she pushed him to the center of
the floor and forced him to his hands and knees. She began to screw him
doggie-style, grabbing his breasts roughly as she continued to ram him.
Stevie forgot his pain, and his body began to respond, moving in unison with
her thrusts. It wasn't so much that he enjoyed being fucked, but he
had learned how to tolerate it. And at least he was getting paid for
it.
It really wasn't much different than what most boys went through.
Sex was the only real weapon men had, and every man used it a little
differently. He was no different from the secretary who slept with his boss
or some ditzy file clerk lying on his boss' desk as she took him.
Stevie started to make little squealing noises to match the rhythm of
Jane's thrusts. After a couple of minutes he could hear her going, "Oh
yes, oh yes". He was starting to get sore, but he intensified his squeals.
By this time, Jane had lost all control and was almost savage as she
continued to ram him with the enormous dildo. Building to a crescendo,
Stevie suddenly let out a long scream of ecstasy and exclaimed "Oh my
goddess!"
Jane stopped her thrusts and relaxed her body. She pushed him away
and pulled the dildo out of him with an audible "pop". She
slapped him sharply on the ass, and winked at him, saying "That will be all
Sammie. Same time tomorrow."
"Oui, Madame", Stevie/Sammie said happily as he flounced out of the
room.
The scene wrapped up the shooting for the day. Stevie went into the
dressing room and placed a post-coital suppository capsule up his rectum and
sighed. Immediately he felt a cool, soothing
feeling spreading throughout his system. Although he had just turned
twenty, he felt like he was getting too old for this.
Stevie removed the spike heels, and took off the maid's costume and
frilly lingerie. In their place, he wore matching beige bra and
panties, a conservative blue dress and sandals. He grabbed his
shoulder bag, tied his hair back in a ponytail and left the room.
Jane was standing in the kitchen, talking to one of the camerawomen.
She went to him and exclaimed, "I am so sorry, Stevie. Are you are all
right?"
"I'm better, but still a little sore", he said. "Don't worry.
I know it was an accident."
"You wouldn't know there was anything wrong from your reaction in the
scene", she said. "You're a real pro. I still feel awful about it
anyway. Let me give you a ride home."
They got in Jane's car, a blue Jaguar, and sped off. "You still
live over in the Palms, right?" Jane asked. The Palms was a
large men's condo and apartment complex in South Miami. It was a gated
community of about sixty ten-story buildings, home to almost 15,000
men. What had attracted Stevie to it was the fact that it had a private
security force of about twenty women who patrolled the area. Women could
only enter if they were specifically visiting a resident, and even then they
were accompanied by a guard to that resident's home. That way a man
didn't have to worry about running into a strange woman late at night.
They made small talk as she drove. "You still with Jackie? Stevie
asked.
"Yup. We're just celebrated our fifth year together. I bought
him a sapphire necklace, and after this pictures completed I'm taking him to
Paris."
"Jackie is a sweet boy, and he's an absolute knockout. You are a
lucky women", Stevie said.
Jane took a short cut, and now they were driving through part of Miami's
red light district. It was actually safer than many areas of
Miami since there were always a lot of cops around. And in the past
few years the city had actually mad a concerted effort to regulate the sex
industry. Many states had legalized prostitution, and Florida had
followed suit. There were several city-licensed brothels, and block
after block of gentlewomen's clubs and cocktail bars. He saw two tall,
leggy blondes with big boobs get out of a cab and enter the Pussycat Lounge.
He wondered how much these boys made in an evening. Professional
interest, he though to himself. It was a fact that many if not most of
the best-paying jobs for a boy were in the sex industry.
After all it was a woman's world, and it was almost impossible for a man
to be taken seriously in the world of business. Men just didn't have
the head for business. Or men just aren't good decision makers.
Those were the excuses given when you read that 99% of the lowest paying
jobs in business were held by males. Secretaries, receptionists, and
clerks - those were the jobs open to men.
They exited the red-light district and continued on, passing
nice townhomes, usually occupied by younger women in managerial positions
who were on their way up the corporate ladder. It was still early, so
almost all the women were at work, but here and there he saw a few boys,
probably live in boyfriends or perhaps maids. They were close to the
beach, and they passed two boys in bikinis heading toward the water.
Finally they arrived at the gate to the Palms. Stevie turned to
Jane and said apologetically, "I'd ask you upstairs for some coffee, but
Greggie is staying with me tonight. After today's incident I didn't
want him to have to go back to Tucker Village and stay there alone."
"He lives in that dump? Advise him to get out of there as soon as
possible, for his own sake. I'll see you tomorrow, Stevie."
He slowly walked toward his building, passing the pool. It was
a typical hot June afternoon in Miami, and Stevie considered taking a
swim. He looked in through the fence, and saw that the pool
was crowded, with the usual mix of older men in two-piece suits and younger
boys in their bikinis.
He reached his building and entered in the lobby. "Hi, Josephine", he
called to the guard on duty. She waved back with a tip of her
policewoman's club, and called him over. Another nice feature of the
Palms was that each building had a guard on duty round the clock. Even
if a woman got by the front gate, it was almost impossible for her to enter
a building. Stevie had read of too many attacks against men occurring
in the stairwells of their buildings.
"Stevie, the boy showed up a few hours just like you said. I gave
him your spare key and he went upstairs. He looked like he'd been
crying. Is he a friend of yours?" Josephine asked.
"A co-worker who had a rough day", Stevie replied. Josephine knew
that he worked in the adult film business. He didn't advertise it to
people, but likewise he never tried to hide the fact. It certainly
didn't seem to bother women. He guessed most women were only too happy
to date a porno start, figuring it was that much less effort it would take
to get into his panties.
In the elevator he ran into Jimmie, dressed in his nurse's whites.
"You're looking good, Jimmie. Did you lose a few pounds?"
"Oh Stevie", he said in a weary tone. "I did actually drop a few
pounds, but it's not intentional. The new nursing supervisor has
changed the shifts for all nursing personnel. We're now working twelve
hour shifts instead of ten."
"That's awful!" Stevie exclaimed. "Did they run this by any of the
nurses?"
"The new Director of Nursing is some snot-nosed kid fresh out of school
with zero experience but a Master's Degree in Hospital Admin. She called
all the nurses in last week for a meeting and laid out the new schedule.
You know, Director of Nursing was typically the only managerial level job in
the hospital that was occupied by a male. Now you have a 23 year old
woman in charge of over a hundred men." Jimmie said bitterly.
"Sorry to hear that, Jimmie. That really sounds unfair, but what
are you going to do?" He reached the seventh floor and exited the
elevator.
He took his keys out and unlocked the door. There on the
couch sleeping was Greggie. He was dressed in one of Stevie's
nighties, a silk lace red teddy, and cradled a stuffed bear in his arms.
He looked pretty sexy, Stevie thought, in that vulnerable way that women
loved. Stevie tiptoed into the bedroom, got a blanket from the closet,
and covered the boy.
Now he was in a quandary. He wished Greggie had taken the bedroom,
but he supposed the boy thought he would be imposing on him. Now
Stevie had to avoid waking him. He entered the bedroom and decided to
take a bubble bath to relax. Waiting for the tub to fill, he switched
on the television. He flipped through the channels, passing over a
couple sitcoms and a stock market update. He finally settled a
ten-year-old movie starring Ann Winters. He and all the other boys had
swooned over her as pre-teens. She was a short, handsome, muscular
woman with dark features and piercing blue eyes. She always played a
take-charge woman, the type that every boy dreamed of. Her co-stars
were always beautiful starlet types, tall, bosomy boys who she saved from
some perilous situation.
He checked the bathroom and saw that the tub was filled. He picked up
the Time Magazine from last week and put it by the side of the tub, and then
stepped into the relaxing hot water.
To be continued
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