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The Doctor is in
Chapter Two
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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