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Stevie felt transformed as the hot water enveloped him. He was still sore
"down there" from today's activity, and shifted to let the water seep
deep into his body. He picked up the copy of Time and turned to the table
of contents. There was an article surveying the status of men in
different countries. He turned to it and started to read. In Belgium
there were several provinces where men were actually allowed to vote! And
in Scotland, males represented 7% of university students, easily the
highest in the world. The article had a table with a numerical score for
each country based on a number of factors, including how salaries for men
compared with women, education for males, and violence against men. The
United States was thirteenth highest, with all of the countries ahead of
it being European countries.
On the flip side were Asia and Africa. Some African countries still
castrated males at birth in a ritualistic practice carried over from
ancient times. Nepal had two males for each female, and it was illegal to
teach a man to read. A powerful woman could have as many as dozen men
waiting on her and foot. And in the Middle East men wore the veil, and
were not permitted in public without a female.
There were some restrictions on males that cut across all countries and
societies. There were no countries that had any male police officers.
Stevie thought about the idea of a man being a cop. Policewomen needed to
make split-second decisions, and truthfully he wouldn't trust a man with
that kind of authority.
Of course, no country on earth permitted men to serve in the military
with any position of authority. In fact, that was specifically forbidden
according to the Articles of the Montreal Compact, which was signed by
virtually all nations. This did not preclude males from serving in the
military. There were thousands of men serving as army nurses, and the
millions of boys conscripted for both the Sperm Service and the Birth
Facility Corps fell under the authority of the military.
Stevie had been lucky so far regarding the Sperm Service and the BF
Corps. You registered at eighteen and if you hadn't been called up by
twenty-five you were exempt. He'd only heard rumors of what went on in
the Sperm Service. Row after row of naked boys with their penises
connected to some type of "milking machine" which collected something
known as semen. He shuddered at the thought.
Not that the Birth Facility Corps seemed great, but at least the boys got
to spend some time with the babies. In his junior year of high school he
had considered becoming a nurse, and had worked as an intern in a Birth
Facility two afternoons a week. He had enjoyed it for the most part, and
loved went he took a tiny baby in his arms and held it up against his
breast. He was still a little self-conscious about his breasts, even
after three months. At sixteen he had received his Mammostat injections,
just like all the other boys. The doctor had first given him a thorough
exam, and taken all sorts of measurements of his chest and weight. The
nurse had entered all the data in a computer, and the doctor had prepared
his shots based on the computer's calculations.
Less than a week later he was a solid B cup and still growing. He stopped
at a DD. The nurse, a rather well endowed boy himself, had given him a
booklet with information on healthy breast-care. He had recommended the
exercises in the back, telling Stevie that they helped keep them firm.
He'd also warned him that he would probably grow a large pair since he
was tall and his body could support a big chest.
Most of the boys he ran into were BF Corps conscripts, and the ones that
he talked to were just counting the days until their year term was over.
When Stevie had asked what they disliked about it, to a man they had
complained of how physically demanding it was. As if cleaning and
changing the babies wasn't enough, you also had to feed them. His first
day he had went to lunch with a group of conscripts and one had joked
that you never realized what big boobs were until they were full of milk.
Once a week each conscript took a pill that stimulated milk production
for two days. As their breasts swelled with milk, they reached mammoth
proportions. They became so large you couldn't even fit in the BF
uniforms, which consisted of a plaid jumper, black patent leather shoes,
and a pink straw hat trimmed in imitation flowers. It was quite similar
to the sort of uniform a boy would wear in junior high school.
Timmie Guilford, a tall, pretty 25 year old conscript who was on
breastfeeding duty, was wearing a loose-fitting robe and sneakers. "When
we're on feeding duty we don't have to be in uniform." He turned toward
Stevie and said, "Here let me show you," as he loosened the robe,
exposing his top. His breasts were enormous! Stevie's breasts were as big
as almost any boy in his school, maybe the size of large cantaloupes, but
Timmie's were at least as big as soccer balls. There were little flecks
of milk starting to appear around the distended nipples. Stevie's eyes
must have betrayed his surprise as another boy at the table said, "Don't
worry, honey. Timmie likes to do that for shock value."
"Doesn't he mind them?" Stevie pointed toward a tableful of uniformed
women seated close by. They had clearly witnessed Timmie's exhibitionism,
but seemed to ignore it.
"It's nothing they don't see on a daily basis. Remember, this place is
military and the women are in charge. There is no privacy around here for
men. If a woman here wants to see your tits, she'll see them. Now this,"
and he pointed to his behind, "is another matter completely. Sometimes
you can use it to your advantage."
Once again Stevie was shocked, but this time he hid it better. Another
boy spoke up, "What Donnie said is true. And another thing that you find
is you can get pretty horny when you're feeding. Last week I would have
given almost anything to have fifteen inches of plastic up my ass. But I
want to be true to Susan."
Timmie went on, "You can imagine that this is rather uncomfortable, and
it is sometimes. But after two days they stop producing milk and go back
to their normal size. And the babies can be so sweet." Stevie must have
looked alarmed, and Timmie reached over and held his hand.
"There is one hidden benefit that most boys don't know about until they
get here. We always joke that you have to swear you won't tell a soul."
Stevie played along. "Cross my heart," he said as he lightly drew an X
over his breasts.
Timmie continued, "We figure that the women who run these places would
come up with a way to take this away from us if they knew. You will never
have an orgasm as intense as when you breastfeed. When that baby takes
your nipple in their mouth and sucks, it is like heaven on earth."
The other boys at the table began to laugh loudly. "I don't know if you
are still a virgin, but you've probably heard about how fabulous an anal
orgasm can be. Well, I'll tell you that when I get out of here, I don't
know if my girlfriend Ruth will be able to measure up." By this time, the
entire table was laughing loudly. Timmie saw a short woman in military
fatigues turn towards their table and give a stern look of warning.
The table immediately fell silent. One of the boys whispered, "That's
Corporal Turner. She's in charge of our barracks. She can be a real
hardass, the type that'll write you up just for the hell of it. The last
thing any of us needs is another demerit. I'm pretty near my limit
myself."
A thin brunette at the end of the table chimed in. "She has her
favorites. She's banging that Jones boy right now, at least for this
week. I heard she's a maniac in bed, a complete savage. He was all
bruised a few days ago, and walking real gingerly."
A tall black at the table said, "You know what they say about women. The
shorter the bod, the longer the rod." Even at sixteen, Stevie had found
that the short girls he had dated were almost inevitably more
authoritative around boys. Anxious to prove their femininity, they exuded
a tough persona that Stevie had occasionally found frightening.
High school boys in general were fearful of girls, and more than a little
envious. Up to high school both girls and boys had fairly limited freedom
of choice. Sure, girls could stay out a little later, and when they had
junior high dances they were optional for girls, but they still had a
curfew and had limited options.
Once they hit high school, everything changed, at least for the girls. At
fourteen they could drive, drink in a bar, and had full rights as an
adult. They had no curfew and could do as they wanted as long as they
showed up for classes. Meanwhile, boys were kept cloistered, and had to
be in bed by 10 PM each night. You couldn't even leave school grounds
unless accompanied by a female. Stevie had dated as often as possible, if
for no other reason than it got him out of the school.
Actually, he'd had girlfriends from the time he was fifteen. Stevie liked
women, and even as boy didn't have any fear of them. He enjoyed the
feeling of being with a confident woman, and never resented the fact that
he's been born a male. Some people talked as though women and men weren't
different, but they were. Women were better at making decisions, and must
be better suited to run the world because they did.
"What happens when you hit the limit on demerits," Stevie had asked
innocently.
"The same thing that would happen to you if you broke curfew in high
school. You end up over some woman's knee, with your dress up and her
paddling your ass.? Donnie said. "We're here for one reason, and that's
our boobs. In any military setting, males have no rights whatsoever.
Look, there are almost two thousand conscripts here at any given time.
And only 75 women to handle them. They run a pretty tight ship around
here. And the last thing they are going to do is worry about what the men
think of them. It doesn't matter whether it's the Company Commander or a
buck private, when a woman here gives you an order, you obey it."
After a few weeks Stevie began to get an idea of what life was like for
the conscripts. The diaper duty was the worst. The boys on diaper duty
worked three 2-hour shifts of doing nothing but changing the messy,
smelly diapers. That two thousand infants went through. Fortunately it
was only one day a week. Three days a week the boys did general cleaning;
the wards and nurseries were kept spotless. And although most boys were
uncomfortable during the two days they were feeding, most of them
actually seemed to look forward to it. Stevie could see why when he
worked in the Feeding Wards. Twenty large comfortable rooms, each
outfitted with a series of rocking chairs and recliners. Soft music and
lighting completed the atmosphere. He tiptoed around as dozens of boys
held babies to their engorged breasts, sighing contentedly through orgasm
after orgasm as the babies sucked away.
Stevie snapped out of his reverie and returned to the present. He'd been
in the tub so long that the water was beginning to cool off. He stepped
out and dried himself off, and inspected himself in the mirror. He hadn't
had a full body smoothing for almost two weeks. They would last a month,
supposedly, but he never let it go that long. The last thing he wanted
was even the slightest hint of body hair. It was disgusting to see a boy
in a bikini with hairs showing around their thighs or chests. He brushed
his long brown hair as he peered in the mirror. He had always looked
young, and even at twenty he could still pass for a sixteen year old.
Suddenly he felt very tired. Stevie put a towel around his hair and
entered his bedroom. He opened his lingerie drawer and took out a pair of
silver silk panties and a turquoise chemise, and climbed into bed. It had
been a long day, and even though it was only 6 PM, he fell fast asleep.
Stevie awoke to hear what sounded like crying. He looked over at the
clock and saw that it was 1 AM. He went out to the living room and found
Greggie awake, the boy sobbing into his pillow. He sat the boy up and
hugged him, stroking his hair gently.
"I'm sorry I woke you," a tearful Greggie said. "Hush," Stevie said
gently. "You shouldn't be alone tonight.? leading him into his bedroom.
Stevie laid Greggie down on the bed and went into the kitchen. He poured
a glass of wine and brought it back to the bedroom, taking a sip along
the way.
Presenting it to Greggie, he instructed the boy to drink it. Greggie
looked at Stevie with desperation in his eyes. "I can't be in that movie
tomorrow. I just can't."
"Look I know the director's an asshole, but I can help you with her."
The boy lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's not that. I can't do the
rape scene."
Stevie remembered the scene. Greggie played a secretary who goes out for
lunch with three other boys from the office. On their way back they stray
off the main streets and are accosted and raped by two women. It was the
classic rape scene that almost every adult movie seemed to have.
Stevie took Greggie's hand and said, "Are you trying to tell me that you
were raped." The boy nodded.
"Two years ago. I grew up in Nashville, and near the end of my senior
year in high school I met a 20-year-old woman that I fell head-over-heels
in love with. Beatrice was a tough car mechanic who was a kind, gentle
woman behind her rough outer shell. I moved in with her right after
graduation. I was still a virgin, and had heard so many horror stories
about how brutal women could be during sex that I was scared to death.
But she was so gentle and considerate as a lover. She used a tiny dildo,
and cuddled and hugged me afterward. I thought she was everything a boy
could hope for.
For four months we were the perfect pair. Beatrice liked to say she was
old school when it came to men. A woman should be the provider, and
protect and look after her man. In return, a man was supposed to obey his
woman. I had no problem with that, although Beatrice could be very
protective, and sometimes I protested against her restrictions. I found
myself over her knee more than once.
Gradually, she began to change. She began to make sexual demands on me
that I couldn't handle, and she started to treat me like a piece of meat.
She would come home after work, take a quick shower, and within five
minutes be standing in her jockey shorts wearing her strap-on harness,
ready to choose her dildo. She would have a slightly maniacal look in her
eye, and I could always tell when she was about to enter what I thought
of as her "sex frenzy". She also became very jealous and started to limit
my time with friends. And worst of all, she started to drink.
I developed this fantasy that I could change things back to the way they
had been. I would seduce her and bring back the romance into our lives. I
had it all planned out. I wore my sexiest nightie, a pink chiffon peek-a-
boo that left little to the imagination, sprayed on some French perfume,
and put on a pair of stiletto heels. I planned to meet her at the door,
and melt into her arms.
I opened the door and could tell immediately something was wrong. She
looked at me and accused me of seeing another woman. Beatrice grabbed my
arm and started to drag me up the stairs. I tried to push her away, and
that turned out to be a mistake. She pulled me close with an evil grin
and drove her knee into my crotch. The pain blinded me and I was in a
daze. She half dragged me upstairs, but I collapsed as we entered the
bedroom. Beatrice dragged by my hair and threw me onto the bed. She tore
off my nightgown, and shoved her tongue down my throat. By now I was
weeping and screaming, begging her to let me go. I could smell the
alcohol on her breath. I recovered enough to try to get off the bed, but
she shot her hand into my groin and squeezed my balls. I gave up
physically resisting as I watched her strap on her largest dildo. I still
remember pleading with her. I whispered, "Please don't. Please don't"
over and over. It did no good. She turned me over on my stomach and raped
me. She screamed in ecstasy, and continued to ram me for what seemed like
an eternity."
Stevie was speechless. Greggie told the story so matter-of-fact that he
was stunned.
"She got off me and left the room. I heard her go downstairs and then the
door slammed. I got in the shower and just sat there and cried. Then I
packed a bag and went to my friend Johnny's place. He got me to one of
the battered men's shelter and I stayed there for a few days. Finally I
got the courage to buy a one-way ticket to Miami, and I've been here for
the last two years." Suddenly Greggie became very quiet. He put his head
down and said in a low voice, "I'm terrified of women now. I can't deal
with it if I'm alone in a room with one. A few months ago I went to the
doctor for a physical and I actually had a panic attack when the nurse
left the room. The nurse had to come back in and hold my hand while the
doctor did the exam. My doctor is a kindly old woman, almost 70 years
old. When I calmed down, she managed to get the story out of me. She gave
me the name of a therapist, and also some support groups."
"Support groups sound like a wonderful idea. You could talk it out with
other boys who've been through the same sorts of things as you."
"To this day I still feel like I did something wrong, maybe I provoked it
or didn't resist enough."
Stevie reached over and claimed his hands. "You didn't do anything wrong.
In fact you tried to save the relationship. As far as resisting, every
expert recommends that under no circumstances should a man physically
resist a rapist. If he knows his attacker he can try to reason with her,
but otherwise he'll be beaten and then raped. You pleaded with her and it
didn't work."
Greggie looked at him. "Have you ever been raped, Stevie?? he asked.
"I've been beaten a few times, especially during sex, but no, I've never
been raped. I guess a lot of women go in for rough sex." In fact, he
thought, sex and violence were almost interchangeable for some women.
Stevie got up and got a book from his bedroom. Showing it to Greggie, he
asked, "Have you ever read this? It's called the Violence Trap, and it's
by Edna Gray, who also wrote Women are from Mars, Men are from Venus."
The boy shook his head no.
He showed the book to Greggie. "You should read it. Her theory is that
there are basic incompatibilities between women and men that lead to
women committing acts of violence against the very men they love. She
doesn't know whether it is biological or environmental, but women are
violent by nature. They learn very early on that violence is the solution
for many problems. Contrast that with men, who tend to abhor violence.
For a male, violence is something that happens to them. Acts of true
violence by a man are almost unheard of. "
Stevie opened the book and turned to one of the chapters. "Gray describes
a test she conducted. She asked one thousand women and men who were in a
committed relationship two questions. The first was what they would do if
they thought their partner was cheating on them and the second was what
they thought their partner would do if their partner thought they were
cheating.
For men, almost 70% would try to win their women back. They would assume
it was their fault, that they weren't attractive or attentive enough and
make changes. As to what their women would do if they cheated on them,
60% of the men said they would be beaten.
It turns out the men were basically correct in their prediction. 65% of
women said they would beat their partner if they thought they were
cheating on them. But 55% of women believed their partner would leave
them if they thought they were cheating.
She drew two two main conclusions from the study: The first was that both
women and men seem to accept the inevitability of women committing
violence against men. The second was that men are monogamous and women
are not.
She thinks there might even be a biological basis for that. Most women
have a much higher sex drive than men. Generally a healthy young woman
would want to have sex between 10 and 15 times a week. Whereas men prefer
sex three to five times a week. And we both know that when a woman and
man are in a relationship, ultimately the woman is going to win any
disagreement."
He continued. "A lot of men become resentful and start to commit little
events of disobedience that set the whole violence cycle in motion. Maybe
he'll come home late a few times and he'll receive a beating. Then he'll
resent her even more and disobey her again and get beaten again. It seems
to be a trap that many couples fall into."
Stevie handed Greggie the book and said, "Read it, you'll get a lot out
of it. I got some calls to make to get you replaced for tomorrow. You go
back to sleep. Tomorrow my girlfriend is taking me out to celebrate the
end of the film. You're coming with us."
To be continued
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