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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